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Whoo!

Feel alive!

- Agent Lisbon? - Hey.

Patrick Jane, consultant.

- Hello. - Morning, sheriff.

Hi. Trey Hughes. Thanks for coming. It's, uh..

- Tell us about the victim. - Look. Hawks.

Family of hawks. Oh, they're gone.

- Rick Loomis. - Wow.

Been in town five months. Dead in his truck by the creek.

Well, maybe he died of happiness.

Too much natural beauty. It's the Stendhal syndrome.

- No - No?

- He was shot in the head. - Oh, well. Never mind.

Beautiful!

'Who found the body all the way out here?'

Another prospector saw Loomis ' body in the truck yesterday.

Thought he was sleeping.

Then, she came back this morning

and saw him and checked and saw he was shot dead.

- A prospector, you say? - Yeah, for gold.

A guy discovered trace gold in these hills about a year ago.

Got on the TV news about it.

Folks haven't stopped comin' ever since.

- Like a gold rush. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, well. - Gold's over $1300 an ounce.

And unemployment's at 12 percent.

Got a lot of hard-nosed, well motivated folks here.

'I don't blame 'em.'

Poor souls are gonna be disappointed.

Poor souls? There's no gold?

Oh, yeah, there's still some in the stream bed. Always has been.

But...it's not enough to pay for your lodging, food

if you work hard to get it

'but there's no El Dorado here.'

I tell 'em that but they don't listen.

- Murder weapon? - Nothin' yet.

Hey, fellas. How about you look around for the gun?

- Jane! - Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

I didn't touch a thing.

Our victim liked smooth jazz

yet his radio station was tuned to heavy metal.

Which suggests that the jazz-hating killer

popped out the cd and found music more to his taste

while he drove the truck over here.

Probably, with the victim already dead in the back.

I'll have forensics dust for prints.

'Excuse me! Excuse me!'

- Excuse me. Hi. - Hi, Melinda.

That's Melinda. She's the one who found Loomis' body.

- Hi. Melinda Drew. - Hi.

Um, you guys aren't gonna be much longer, are you?

I mean, no disrespect to the dead fella

but we're losing daylight.

We'll do the best we can. Ma'am, just stay behind the tape.

Now, when did you first see the truck?

Uh, truck was here when I started work yesterday

around 6:00 a.m.

And did Mr. Loomis work up here often?

Uh, no, I-I haven't seen him around here in a while.

May we get back to work now, ma'am? Please?

It'll be soon, I expect. Just stay behind the yellow tape.

Gold!

Hey, that's my equipment.

- There's more! - CBI!

- Oh, it's so cool! - That's mine!

'Relax. Now, we're not gonna do anything.'

- They're letting her in! - Hey! That belongs to me!

No! No, there are.. This is a..

- This is a crime scene. - Hey! Hold on. Hey!

- Ow! - Oh!

Are you insane? Ow. Ah, my ankle.

I'm fine. Aah!

- It's red. That's good. - 'How can red be good?'

Well, blue means torn ligaments and red means it's a sprain.

Sprain can be as bad as a break.

It's not sprained. Let's focus here. Job, murder, talk to me.

Rick Loomis, 43, moved to Hadley six months ago

with his son and girlfriend.

lives in a trailer home near the gold panning creek.

We got something in the kill shot. Bullet's from a Colt 45.

- A colt? How wild westy. - Yup.

Plus, a lack of blood in the truck bed means Jane was right.

The victim was shot somewhere else and driven to the creek.

- Any prints? - Only the victim's.

He's been dead awhile. Coroner says, two days at least.

I'll head back to Hadley, Coral, Jane, go and see

the girlfriend and the son, the guy's gone for two days

and they don't report him missing?

Rigsby and I can go. You should stay off that ankle.

I'm fine. I'll go. Agent Hightower. Hi.

Um, I heard you took a fall.

I'm fine. Ow! I'm fine.

So, I pull out the topo map?

There's a creek running right through the claim.

I found a nugget the first day.

'Yeah, once you get that first hit'

it's like a drug. I mean, you just can't stop.

Yeah, it sounds exciting.

So, can I just show up and start panning or digging

or what have you, or do I need a permit

or a license or something? Check.

No, all you got to do to stake a claim

is find open public land, and then you got to mark it

and register with the government and stuff.

- Five. - I'll call that.

Wes Attwood will sell you one that's already registered, too

if you want. It saves you time. Raise you ten.

Ahem, okay, well. Uh, I'm gonna see your 15

and I'm gonna raise you...the same.

Sheriff says there's nothing up there.

He says that you guys are just kidding yourselves.

- Yeah, he would say that. - He would?

'All these town people own claims'

up in these hills themselves so..

Exactly and they wanna keep it all for themselves.

- I'm gonna call you. - Stands to reason.

Oh, that's my ride.

Well, folks, uh, it's been fun--

- What? - I have to go.

Well, come on. You can't just leave.

We barely took any of your money.

Two pair, busted flush, pair of jacks.

Don't let us keep you.

Hey, Lisbon.

But no. Hightower.

I didn't even know you had legs.

Let's go.

What were you doing back there?

Five card draw.

- For money? - No. For gold.

Oh, gold. Gold. That makes it alright, then.

And gossip.

Victim Rick Loomis was a former software developer.

Came up here after he got laid off.

His girlfriend is Cheryl Meade.

They've been together since his divorce.

Rick enjoyed working on his truck with his son Jeff.

Age 17 and smart, but a little hostile.

You seem a little keyed up, Madeleine.

Something wrong?

- Something personal? - None of your business.

Okay.

We're sorry for your loss, Miss Meade, Jeff

but we need to know why you didn't file a missing

person's report for Rick.

Well, Rick had been, uh, mining off the grid recently

away from his regular claim near the creek.

Sometimes my dad would be gone for a few days

and he'd never call to let us know.

Good school. How's it been going? Your dad's gold claim?

- Great at first.. - Then nothing but mud.

It would've come good eventually.

He would have hit pay dirt.

Wes Attwood sell him that claim?

Yeah, Mr. Attwood.

Did, um, Rick carry a gun with him

when he would go off by himself?

No. Rick didn't believe in guns.

- He didn't think guns exist? - He didn't like them.

Me neither. Terribly dangerous.

Have you seen the statistics on police shootings?

One bullet out of every ten hits a bad guy.

And that's the trained people. No offense.

This is not useful. Can I go now?

Yeah, sure.

It was Rick's idea to come out here, wasn't it?

To follow the gold dream.

When Rick had a passion, there was no stopping him.

I loved that about him.

You had to give up a successful career of your own.

High-end sales type of business.

Following someone else's dream must be, uh..

...at times, a little frustrating.

'We've all made sacrifices.'

Jeff put off going to college.

Oh, Rick raided the college fund, did he?

Yeah. We're broke. Okay, we're flat broke. But..

We had each other.

Cheryl, look at me.

There's no need to pretend, and I mean that

in the nicest possible way but there's a whole lot of guilt

in there with that grief.

And just a smidgen, just a smidgen of relief.

Right? Were you cheating on Loomis?

- Patrick! - No!

Okay, just a thought.

You're guilty about something.

Where were you on Monday night when he was murdered?

I was-I was at the diner, waitressing.

I can't believe that you think that I would hurt him.

Alright. Okay, I'll be leaving right now. Sorry.

There was no reason to treat her disrespectfully.

I was probing her.

A certain amount of disrespect is necessary. It's, uh..

It's like getting frisked at the airport.

Probing. Alright.

Okay. Well, she did seem like she was hiding something.

I'll get the team to look into her financials

while we talk to Sheriff Hughes.

Well, that sounds fun, I bet there's a good diner in town

where you can drop me off.

I bet there is. Why don't I do that?

Tell a lot about a place by the quality of the eggs.

Checked into the bank records.

Victim had an account with his girlfriend, all of $88.32.

Here's the thing, Cheryl Meade

she had a separate account her name only, over 5 grand.

The girlfriend? She told Hightower she was flat broke.

She lied.

She also bought a one-way ticket to San Francisco a week ago.

Maybe, she wanted to put some distance

between herself and a dead boyfriend.

Rick Loomis recently bought a gun.

Colt 45. Same make as the murder weapon.

The girlfriend told Hightower Loomis didn't own one.

So, either she knew about it or she--

- She's lying about that - Let's bring her in here.

Don't worry, boss. We already got it covered.

Okay. I'll just stay here and, um...not do anything.

'Hello?'

Mr. Attwood? Anyone home?

I'm Wes Attwood. How you doing?

- You're the police, right? - Well, more of a hobbyist.

Patrick Jane. Your assistant told me where to find you.

Hey, I'm Dean Puttock. Nice to meet you.

After I sell you a claim

Dean will sell you anything you need to find gold.

Sluices, high-bankers, pans.

- He's the go-to guy. - That's right.

We got a 10 percent off sale on pumps all week long, so..

Good to know.

Yeah. I gotta get back to the shop.

You guys need anything, lemme know. Good seein' you.

- Nice to meet you. - 'Nice to meet you, too, Dean.'

Hey, you folks mind if I join you?

'Just to get a feel for the place?'

Uh...I don't know. Wes, we're the customers, right?

Sure thing, Sonya, but.. The more, the merrier, Mr. Jane.

Whoo!

Just showing Jack and Sonya here a claim I have for sale.

- Watch and learn. - Alright.

Ahem, alright.

You knew Rick Loomis, didn't you?

The, uh, miner that died in the park?

Yeah. I sold Loomis a claim when he first got to Hadley.

- Real tragedy. Nice guy. - Ah.

So, it's the bends in the river

where you're gonna find the gold, you see?

- 'Uh-huh.' - 'Okay.'

'It's heavier, so it falls into the silt.'

You just gotta wash the silt away.

What do you see there?

- Jack, gold. - Oh, my God.

- Oh, my.. - I wonder what it's worth.

Did you know only 10 percent of the gold in the Sierra Nevada's

was found during the original gold rush?

Billions of dollars are out there..

...just waiting to be discovered.

- Can I see? - Um...yeah.

Wow.

- Yeah. - 'It's cool.'

Yeah. Hey, Wes.

Want to try just here?

How about we let the new owners pan over there?

- Well, I'll take it. - Hey, hey.

- 'Hang on, pal.' - We-we get first dibs.

Dibs? What are we? Children?

I'm just kidding. It's all yours.

Do you-do you have another claim you can sell me?

Uh.. Heh.

- Yeah, I do have other claims. - Yeah?

Great spots, but, uh..

...aren't you here on the police business?

Yeah. So? It doesn't mean I can't mine for gold.

- Do whatever I want. - Okay. Sure thing.

- Cool. - I got another super-hot site.

Black sand and quartz. All up and down the bed stream.

Black sand and quartz. That's the good stuff, isn't it?

Yep. This is the site for you. It's up the creek there.

- About half a mile. - And where are we here?

- About here. - Okay.

So, can we go take a look at it now?

You know, I'm-I'm kinda jammed today, but, uh..

What do you say I meet you at the parking lot bright and early

'tomorrow morning? Say, 8:00 a.m.?'

Tomorrow at 8:00 a.m. in the parking lot.

- Looking forward to it. - Good.

Yeah, well, good luck to you.

Oh, I won't need luck. I'm feeling the gold.

I feel rich already. You take it easy.

- Yeah. - That's the spirit.

- I'll see you later. 8:00 a.m. - Good.

- Alright. - Yoo-hoo!

Rick owns a Colt 45. Where is it?

A gun? Rick?

What would Rick need a gun for?

You also told us you were broke, but you have $5,000.

That's not broke.

That's my money, and you can't touch it.

We don't plan on touching it. Where'd you get it?

Waitressing.

$5,000 tucked away.

And you booked a seat on flight 465 to San Fran

for this morning.

No. I mean...I mean, yeah.

I booked that a week ago.

Before he died.

Exactly. It looks like a plan.

Some plan. I didn't go, did I?

Why not?

Because I knew it'll look bad.

Why were you planning on going?

'Cause I was leaving Rick.

I couldn't take it here anymore.

- Did Rick know that? - No.

Rick was blind to everything but the gold.

He's been like that ever since we got here.

He-he would find a little nugget

and he would get all excited and come running in, saying.

"We're rich. I hit the mother lode."

The first three times, I believed him

and then after the 20th time, I couldn't take it anymore.

Look, I loved him. I did.

But I fell in love with a regular guy with an apartment

and a job and clean clothes, not some obsessive

scratching in the dirt.

But I need you to know I'm-I'm not a bad person.

I don't make that kind of evaluation.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Do you know which store is Wes Attwood's?

Yep.

- You wanna tell me? - Right there.

Thank you.

'Course, it's not open right now.

Of course.

Do you know how I can contact him?

Yep.

Uh, you don't wanna get her mad.

She's, uh, stressed enough already.

- Where have you been? - In the diner.

Not when I went by there several hours ago.

Good eggs.

Two loosely scrambled on toast is the test

and these were just so.

Then, I took a nice walk in the countryside.

You know, there's no cell phone range in these hills

which I find very refreshing.

I am going to go see Wes Attwood.

Perhaps, you'll join me?

You're really committed to keeping your temper contained

huh? What's up with that?

You're really committed to testing my temper, huh?

- What's up with that? - Idle curiosity.

'What-what're you doing?'

- I'm hiding from Wes Attwood. - Why?

Because we're gonna follow him.

- Okay. - Okay.

Oop.

- What's he doing? - He's trying to defraud me.

His shotgun is filled with gold flakes.

He's salting the claims he sells to make 'em appear richer.

Hey, Wes! Looks like we're both a little early.

Whoa, whoa! Easy!

Put the gun down! Put the shotgun down!

Okay, okay. Chill. Don't-don't shoot. I'm not resisting.

- Turn around. - I'm not resisting--

- Turn around. - Okay, okay.

Look, this is a misundersta..

You-you can't cuff me. I-I haven't committed a crime.

Try pointing a gun at a police officer, for starters. Move.

- This is outrageous. - That's the spirit.

Gold in a shotgun cartridge. Clever.

Mr. Attwood, let me lay it out for you, looks to us like

Rick Loomis caught you salting the gold claims.

He would have been plenty mad.

You would have had to kill him to keep him quiet.

He-he-hey, now, I didn't kill anybody.

Man, I'm a killer salesman, but..

...you know, I'm not a killer.

Ask yourself whether this is

the right moment for humor, Mr. Attwood.

I am a seller of hope.

I was simply helping folks visualize the future.

Great marketing is not a crime.

And I wouldn't murder anyone to cover it up.

We'll see, we can hold you on the fraud charges

and see about the murder as we go.

Oh, come on.

I can have a lawyer here in half an hour. Be reasonable.

There's plenty of people that could have killed that guy.

Fraud alone can get you ten years

'depending on the judge.'

Have you even checked into the sneak thief

that's been targeting miners.

'Stealing their equipment?'

Loomis got hit ten days ago.

Bastard cleaned him out. That's who killed him, I promise you.

If that's true, I wonder why Sheriff Hughes

didn't tell us about it.

That's why I hate these small town investigations.

You never know if the guys have done the math.

I'm gonna follow up with Hughes.Ow.

- You good? - Screw it. You go.

Yeah.

Why rob Loomis and then kill him ten days later?

Maybe, Loomis found out who it was that stole from him

and confronted him.

Yeah. That must be what happened.

Something you care to share?

No. Sorry, just a funny thought, is all.

Can I go now, or are you gonna charge me?

I'll let you know.

'Alright. That's odd.'

Okay, well, charge Wes Attwood with fraud

if he can post bail, let him go

and put a name to this local thief.

Alright. Okay.

So, Sheriff Hughes confirms that there has been

a string of equipment thefts.

But he says that Rick Loomis never filed a police report.

Hmm. Why not, we wonder. Let's go talk sluice pumps.

- So, you play bad cop. - I'll be me, thank you.

Alright. Exactly what I said.

Funny.

So funny.

- I hit a big one. - Wow. They're huge.

- Are You cashing in? - Hell, no!

Just when I hit good dirt? Nah.

I'm buying a better pump and foot valves.

Hey, Mr. Jane. How ya doin'?

- Good. How are you? - Good.

Oh, this is, uh, Special Agent Hightower.

We believe Rick Loomis bought some, uh, new mining equipment

from you after his old equipment had been stolen.

Yes, he did. He was in here, I'd say, about nine days ago.

- What did he buy? - Whole bunch of stuff.

- He spent over 10 grand. - Maybe we could see an invoice?

Yeah. Give me a second. I'll pull it up.

Um, would you mind terribly if I-if I held one of your, uh

your nuggets in my hand?

Mm.. Sure, I guess.

'Thank you.'

'Thanks.'

The g-force rock crusher anda series 54 pulverizer?

Man, I wish I had one of those.

That's the-that's the best for hard rock mining.

Yep. That's some good gear for sure.

Hard rock mining. Is that in the creek?

No, no. Creek panning's a whole other thing.

Hard rock, it's like it sounds, uh, dry mining up in the hills.

Did he mention to you that his mining equipment

had been stolen?

He didn't. He said that he got sick and tired of panning.

Wanted to try something new. Seemed a little bit

like a Hail Mary desperation kind of play to me.

But hey, chasing his dream, you know?

He never did have any patience.

You know, God rest his soul.

Right. Thank you.

Hey!

You got me. Worth a try.

Sorry, ma'am. Hello?

Ma'am, Rigsby. So we may have found our thief.

'Scott Monroe. He's a townie with a long rap sheet.'

'Assault with a deadly weapon, B and E and wait for it'

stealing mining equipment.

'Got out of prison six months ago.'

Good work. Scott Monroe. You got an address?

Yeah, I'm gonna send it to you..

'Rigsby? An address?'

Uh, y-yes, ma'am. Your...kids are here?

What?

Ma'am. Your, uh, husband had to go somewhere, I guess.

'He left Mimi and Will with Jean at the front desk.'

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Lisbon here. Listen, don't worry.

We can look after them until you get back.

Lisbon, thank you.

'I appreciate it, truly. I, um..'

Thank you.

May I have a word with Mimi, please?

Alright. It's your mom.

Hi, mommy.

- Hi, baby. You okay? - 'Uh-huh.'

'Look, I'm gonna be back in a few hours'

but I want you to, uh, be a good girl

and I want you to listen to what Ms. Lisbon says

and I want you to look after your brother, okay?

Okay.

Mimi, I love you.

- Bye. - Bye.

So, uh..

Who's Scott Monroe?

Local mining equipment thief.

Excellent. Let's go talk to him, shall we?

Thanks for not asking questions.

Oh, no need to ask questions when you know all the answers.

So.

- Cookies? - Okay.

'Are you disabled?'

No. No, I'm injured.

Not that disabled is bad, but I'm not. I'm injured.

You walk like disabled.

So no questions, but, uh..

...we can talk if you want.

Talk about what?

- I'll take that as a no. - Yes. No.

Scott? Scott Monroe?

- Scott Monroe? - Uh, uh.

CBI.

Oh hell.

Is it...Scott Monroe?

No. Wes Attwood. Gold claims dealer.

That's odd.

Odd?

Well, it's sad too, but I'm..

I'm just saying it's odd

that it's not Scott Monroe.

Where's Mimi and Will?

Tearing up paper in my office.

- What's going on with Monroe? - Well, we've got a bolo out.

And Sheriff Hughes is putting up roadblocks.

Hadley's pretty much on lockdown.

Why would Monroe kill Attwood?

Well, maybe he was conducting an investigation of his own.

You know, trying to figure out if Monroe killed Loomis.

Found out the hard way.

Rigsby.

No, don't move in. You'll scare him off. We're leaving now.

Monroe's been spotted in a local bar that his cousin works at.

Go. Both of you.

Hey, boss.

No, they're fine.

Y-yeah. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. Alright.

Hey, hold on a second. Whoa! Look at this!

Excellent work, guys.

Now we are gonna take this paper

and put it in these bags. But first, say hi to mommy.

- Hi, mom. - Hi, mom.

Hey, mommy, guess what?

We're tearing up paper.

Tearing up paper?

Okay.

Alright. Well Mimi, eat all your snack, okay?

Alright. I love you.

Give the phone back to, um, Agent Lisbon for me.

- 'Okay.' - Okay.

Hey. You're sending Rigsby and Van Pelt?

Okay, great. Keep me apprised on Monroe.

Alright. Thanks. Bye.

Chamomile tea?

Excellent for repressed anger.

- I'm not angry. - Sure, you are.

Letting it out would be helpful, I guarantee it.

Shout, scream, hit something. Preferably not me.

It'll do you wonders.

You only think you know all the answers, Patrick.

You don't.

You're getting a divorce.

And now, your husband is acting out.

He just showed up and left the kids with you.

How'd you know I was getting a divorce?

Your posture, the look in your eyes.

Your wedding ring, it's gone.

You've been having trouble for years.

Trying to make it work for the kids.

Plus, uh, everyone in the office knows.

Water cooler talk. Depends on who you're speaking with.

You cheated on him or he cheated on you

and you've just had enough, so--

- Okay. - Okay.

Let's keep the focus on the business at hand, okay?

Why would Monroe first kill Loomis and then Attwood?

What-what's the connection?

Mmm. My question is this.

Why did the killer shoot Loomis and then drive the body

all the way to the creek?

Well, not to hide the body. He left it in plain sight. So..

He didn't want the body found at the kill site.

Exactly. Why not?

Van Pelt and Rigsby are gonna pick up Scott Monroe.

We'll ask him.

Club soda, please.

How about something a little stronger?

I'm buying.

Oh, hey. Scott, right?

Scott Monroe?

Yeah.

That's funny, 'cause I've been looking for you.

Later, bitch.

'What the hell?'

What? She's a cop.

Yeah. Me, too.

Up against the wall.

Put your hands behind your back.

- Teresa. - Yes, Mimi.

I'm done with my math homework.

Good work. Did you check it?

No.

- Check it please. - Okay.

After homework, can we watch TV?

- Nope. - 'Hey, we got Monroe.'

You two stay here, after you finish your homework

you can have another snack. They're on my desk.

Need some help?

And then TV?

And then Agent Rigsby will tell you a story.

Mr. Monroe, tell us what happened

with Loomis and Attwood.

I have no idea, except they're dead.

Yeah, Attwood was dead on the floor of your trailer.

Man, this is a frame-up.

Maybe, I should be talking to my lawyer.

That's your right, of course.

But this doesn't need to be adversarial.

Just clear a few things up for us.

What do you wanna know?

We're told you're the top thief in Hadley.

You specialize in gold mining equipment.

We hear you're the best at it.

It's good to be the best at something. Right, Scott?

That stuff holds up it's resale value real well.

And you killed Attwood because he found out you killed Loomis.

You killed Loomis because he found out

you stole his equipment.

Hey. You know who stole Loomis' equipment?

His own kid, Jeff. Yeah. I'm blowing your mind, right?

The kid came to me last week to unload the stuff.

I bought the whole lot for a hundred bucks.

Cold, little bastard.

Call Hightower.

Your father's mining equipment was recently stolen.

Do you know anything about that?

No.

So it wasn't you, who stole your father's equipment?

No. It's not true.

Come on, Jeff. You were mad at him. We get it.

I wasn't mad at him.

He cleaned out your college fund and you weren't mad at him?

That's a...little odd, Jeff.

Talk to us, Jeff. Help us make this right.

My grandparents gave me that money.

If he had just asked me

I would have said sure. But he tried to hide it from me.

So you got even by stealing his panning equipment?

Did your father find out?

Oh, he knew it was Jeff all along.

That's why he didn't call the police.

Did you two get into a fight?

Jeff, what happened?

What happened?

He wasn't even mad, he said he was sorry

about the college money, about everything.

'He promised to make it up to me.'

I didn't wanna listen to him, so I walked out.

And that was the last time we ever spoke.

Well, that's too bad.

But I imagine owning a gold mine will ease the guilt.

Do you have a map of the area?

Huh?

A map.

I think, the huh, was for the gold mine part.

Ah. Yes.

Uh, Jeff, what did your dad stop doing recently?

Washing himself?

No. Something else. Uh..

What did your dad stop saying recently?

He stopped saying..

...that he found a gold mine.

Yes. Which could only mean that he found a gold mine.

- 'Really?' - 'Really.'

And Jeff is gonna tell us where it is.

I am? How?

Hey, guys. Can I help you?

Yes, uh, we need to look at a large-scale map

of the hill country.

Got one right there on the table.

Okay. Thank you.

Hmm.

Your father found gold, Jeff.

He knew you and Cheryl wouldn't believe him.

He'd disappointed you so many times before

so he wouldn't tell anyone, not a soul.

Not until he had that real gold to put in your hand.

'He told you nothing. He wanted to.'

Badly. And subconsciously, he did.

Subconsciously, he told you exactly where that gold is.

- So where is it? - Yeah, where is it?

Honestly, I don't have any idea.

You and your father were close, weren't you?

You loved one another?

- Yes. - Yes.

You had a connection.

You know a lot more than you think you know.

Let's take a look, shall we?

Give me your hand.

This is for your father. Trust me.

I need a physical connection to get a good reading, please.

Thank you. Now we're working together. That's nice.

Now, just relax.

- Relax. - Okay.

What I'm doing is scanning his unconscious

measuring his affinity.

Narrow it down.

You narrow it down..

...to a more specific area.

Uh-huh. Interesting.

- What is? - Jane?

Yes.

Nope.

Never mind. Didn't work.

You said, "Uh-huh. Interesting."

Yes, I did. Uh, I thought I was getting a location, but, uh..

I was wrong.

It's not an exact science, what I do.

No kidding.

Well, uh, I need to go and get me some eggs.

- But what about the gold mine? - Disappointing, I know.

But, you seem like a smart, young man.

I-I think, you'll do fine.

Jane!

Jane!

Hey.

Jane! Jane!

'Hi, Dean.'

Mr. Jane, I'm impressed.

You found it.

You really did scan that kid's unconscious, or whatever.

No, that'd be magic.

So, then, how?

Well, I watched you watch the boy's hand on the map

and got a general direction and then I waited

for your truck to go by and I followed you here.

It was you that led me to the gold.

Don't feel bad. I assure you

better men than you have been taken.

How'd you know it was me?

Rick Loomis preferred smooth jazz.

- You like the heavy metal. - So?

So your disdain for mellow saxophone solos

has cost you dearly.

Did Rick Loomis tell you he'd found a seam

or did you just follow him on the off chance?

Look, Mr. Jane, with all due respect

my family has been up here in Hadley, mining

since the first gold rush.

That gold belongs to me. To my family.

Not to some newbie like Loomis.

Poor Wes Attwood. He figured out the killer was you, didn't he?

Tried to blackmail you, get a cut of that gold.

Yeah, you believe the nerve of that guy?

Greedy bastard.

You do hear the irony there, right?

Yeah, when I heard you cops were lookin' for Scott Monroe

that made it easy.

I make it look like Monroe killed Attwood

and I'm off the hook for all of it.

Splendid plan.

You know, the only thing standing between me

and my gold now, Mr. Jane...is you.

Any time, Madeleine.

Drop it, Puttock!

No, screw that! You drop yours.

Drop it!

Son of a bitch.

Seriously?

Is he dead?

Yeah.

You know, I should applaud your bravery

but I gotta say, practically speaking..

What were you thinking? You could have killed me.

I'm sorry. I got mad. I didn't know what I was thinking.

That was some good shooting, though. That..

Leg shot that took him down was v-very precise.

I was aiming for his head.

Oh, fantastic.

- Hey. Hey, Jeff. - Hey.

I hear your mom's flying in.

Yeah, from Fresno. I'm picking her up in the morning.

Kind of nervous about it. It's been a while.

Buy her some flowers. Moms like flowers.

And you can afford a good bunch.

We had that sent over from the Bureau of Land Management.

You father was in the process of filing a mineral rights claim

to the area where he struck gold.

He named you and Cheryl as co-owners.

You own half a gold mine.

Wow, I..

Your father came through in the end.

- Thanks for, uh, you know. - You're welcome.

Hey, will you, um, thank Mr. Jane for me?

Will do. Will do. Good luck to you, Jeff.

Thanks.

I hope they weren't too much trouble.

Not at all. I had three nearly feral brothers.

Your kids are sweethearts.

Thank you.

Hey, not a problem.

Let me get 'em out of your hair.

Hello. Hello.

'Get up. Get up.'

Come on.

Give me some sugar.

Give me some sugar.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

It was okay, then?

Case closed.

What was it like?

It?

You know.

Oh.

You mean going out with another woman?

Yeah. No.

Uh, come on. You know what I mean.

It was great.

It's fun, intense, um, challenging.

She's super dynamic.

Yeah. I think we had a great connection.

That's great.

Mm-hmm.

What, you a little jealous?