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The Mentalist

Agent Lisbon, Tommy Volker

I've got somebody here
who says Cassie Flood

was murdered
by Tommy Volker

Show Volker this sketch
and watch his face

Do you recognize
this man?

Agent, I know you're under
a lot of pressure right now.

So I don't want you to worry

that you've offended
me in any way.

You don't know
what he's like

Amanda, I promise nothing
is gonna happen to you

as long as you
do the right thing.

'She left a suicide note,
you know..'

...laying blame
at your feet.

You will not get away
with this. I promise.

What did you want
to see me about?

A warrant for Thomas Volker's
personal and business records.

I've already
ruled on that.

But we've got fresh evidence.

We believe that
Thomas Volker was involved

in killing this
reporter, Cassie Flood.

She was investigating
Volker industries' involvement

in the massacre
of a South American village.

Right, I remember.

I convinced his assistant,
Amanda Shaw

'to testify against him,
and he killed her for it.'

Made it look like a suicide.

Okay, saying it
does not make it so.

Yes, but I ordered
a second autopsy

by a forensic pathologist
who specializes in suicide.

The ligature marks
on Amanda's neck

are not consistent
with suicide by hanging.

She was murdered.

You know, I'm surprised
that you got Gail Bertram

to cough up for a second
opinion on a closed case.

He didn't.
I paid for it myself.

Agent Lisbon,
why are you doing this?

He's a murderer.

If we follow the money
we'll find who he paid

to kill these women.

Why are youdoing this?

I looked Amanda Shaw
in the eye

and I promised
I'd protect her.

I failed.

I know that you've
heard this before

but you're not
responsible for her death.

I respectfully disagree.
I need to make this right.

This report gives us
plenty for a warrant.

Alright.

You do realize that
Volker Industries

is one of the biggest
employers in the state.

And that Tommy Volker is a huge
supporter of the governor.

Yes, and that they're
also good friends.

That's why I came to you

because I know
that you won't be threatened

by a man's status
or connections.

Well, this..

...report does
change things.

I'm inclined to open up
the door a crack

but just a crack.

Don't make me regret it,
Agent Lisbon.

Lisbon, you're distracted
and you have an eager

gleam in your eye.

Either you have a breakthrough
in the Volker case

or you're in love.
Which is it?

I got Judge Davis
to sign the warrant

and Van Pelt should be getting
Volker's records momentarily.

I was hoping it was love.

You deserve happiness,
but I'm glad for you anyway.

Jane Doe.
No wallet, phone, or ID.

Sanitation workers found
the body around 6:00 A.M.

Designer clothes.
Sample size.

She's as tall
as a giraffe...a model.

Looks like a mugging
gone wrong.

'ME says blunt force
trauma to the head.'

'Puts time of death
around midnight'

'give or take
a few hours.'

Mmm. She's wearing
a very sensual perfume.

Expensive,
with a top note of jasmine.

Oh..

And she's just
shaved her legs.

I think she was going
to meet a lover.

Rigsby, you're on trash duty,
whoever stole the wallet

may have taken the money out
and dumped it.

- See if you can find an ID.
- Copy that.

Jane, let's talk to
the first responders.

Oh, as fun as
that might sound

I think I'd rather
play some chess.

- No offense.
- Mmm.

'Gentlemen..'

Single malt whisky!

- You have very good taste, uh..
- Walter.

Walter.

Don't mind me.

Uh, no disrespect,
but your Grunfeld Defense

is no match for Walter's
classic Spanish game.

If you let me
play for you

I might win your money back.

- Thanks, man.
- Pleasure.

- Good luck with that.
- Uh..

Mate in seven.

A sucker born
every minute.

What'd you do with
the wallet?

What wallet?

The one you took
from the dead girl.

What makes you
think that?

Because you're not nearly
a good enough chess player

to win enough money
to buy nice scotch like that.

Oh, no?

No.

Checkmate...in seven.

You can tell us
about the wallet now

or we can find the wallet
with your prints on it

and bring you down
to the CBI.

- 'It's your choice.'
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah.

Who's got next?

'Victim's name
was Charlotte Coates.'

'21, goes by Charlie.'

Daughter of congressman Coates
from the 54th district.

And Jane was right.
She was an up-and-coming model.

What else do we know?

About a month ago,
she was pulled over.

Cop found an 8-ball
of cocaine on her.

She was arrested
for possession.

Was she charged?

She pled guilty,
agreed to go to rehab.

She was on day 26
of a 30-day program.

- Place called, uh, Oasis Ranch.
- Inpatient.

So she checked out of rehab
the night of her death?

Snuck out.
Park's a drug zone.

Probably went there to score.

What about the wallet guy?

No, he was at a homeless shelter
from 7:00 P.M. to 6:00 A.M.

Couldn't have done it.

SFPD's canvassing
the area for witnesses.

Anything else?

She didn't have a phone
because the rehab

confiscated it
so now we don't know

if she called anyone
before sneaking out.

Before rehab, she sent a bunch
of angry texts to one number.

"Screw you for betraying me.
You are a bastard."

- Like that.
- And did you trace the number?

Yeah, belongs
to a photographer..

...called Mo Kaan.

Alright, look into him.

Jane and I are gonna
go talk to the parents.

I want you to understand
she was a good girl.

The drugs were just a phase.

When did she start using?

'Um, a few years ago
when she started modeling.'

As a child, she was always
so shy and sensitive

like the volume was turned up
too high in her head.

I knew modeling
was a tough business

and lots of rejection.

I never should have
let her do it.

But you did let her do it

and-and the role
of bad cop fell to you.

You could say that.

She put us through a lot.

But you-you were about
to mention something else.

What was it?

Well, I guess there's no reason
we can't say it now.

A month ago, she stole
a necklace from her mother.

A very expensive,
ruby necklace.

Don't say that, Jeffrey.

I told you, Charlie
couldn't have done it.

Maria was the only
person who knew

where I had that
necklace hidden.

Maria?

Yeah. She was our maid.

But we had to let her go.

Our daughter loved Maria

she would never have
let me fire her

for something she didn't do.

Uh, can you think of anyone

who may have wanted
to hurt your daughter?

Who knows, with the people
that she was hanging out with.

If you think of anything,
give us a call.

'Stella, sweetheart'

you look like
an angry stick insect.

Relax.
Think of Brazil.

Or wherever it is you're from.

- Uruguay.
- Uruguay! Fabulous!

Work it! Work it!

Yeah, that's right.
That's right.

You're a dirty
little Cossack.

Yes, Perestroika!
That's it.

Mo Kaan. I'm Agent Cho.
This is Agent Rigsby, CBI.

We are in the middle
of something here.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah.

Charlie Coates
was murdered last night.

My God.

Everyone take five!

Uh, Charlie, uh, Charlie was
one of the good ones. Smart kid.

Where were you last night?

I was at dinner with a client,
and then after that

I was shootin' Estella
at some dirty little hotel

in Tenderloin,
The Seventh Veil.

- The corner of Geary and Hyde?
- Yeah.

Charlie was killed
two blocks from there.

Can anyone confirm
your whereabouts?

Sure. Everybody here.

- What about the angry texts?
- What angry texts?

The ones we found
on Charlie's phone

accusing you of betrayal.

Oh, those.
Nothing, really.

A few weeks ago,
Charlie's agent fired her

and she blamed me,
she thought I told him

she was a no-show
after partying all night.

- And did you tell him?
- Please.

If I got every crazy,
coked-up model fired

I'd have no one
to take pictures of.

Speaking of coke,
empty your pockets.

- What?
- Empty your pockets.

Why?
This isn't Russia.

You need a reason.

You're acting high,
you're sniffing compulsively

and you're wearing
a coke spoon.

- It's hers.
- Slow down, hoss.

We haven't found anything yet.

Honestly, I was just
holding it for her.

You're under arrest.

Hello, I'm Dr. Rubin,
executive director.

- Hi.
- I'm so glad you're here.

We are all...in shock.

So you-you're a psychiatrist?

Yes.
Stanford Medical School.

Excellent.
That should make things easier.

It's nearly always
a psychiatrist that did it.

Had a bad experience
with therapy, huh?

'Were you treating
Charlie personally?'

No, and I have weekly sessions
with all the in-patients.

I met with Charlie yesterday.

But Joanna Lyle was
her primary therapist.

Saw her every day.

You can find her in
the clinical building.

How did Charlie
manage to sneak out

and get to the city unnoticed?
Did she have a car?

Uh, no.
Patients aren't allowed cars.

It's too much of a temptation.

Uh, however,
this isn't a prison.

We don't have security
cameras or electric fences.

In fact, we have so many
high-profile patients

'we're far more worried
about keeping paparazzi'

and reporters out.

And how was Charlie's
treatment going?

Frankly, uh,
her spirit was willing

but she didn't want
to do the work.

"The work."
Who could blame her?

Where were you last night?

I was...here.
Working on my book.

Hmm, I'm just trying
to figure out

who Charlie
was sleeping with.

Was it you?

Absolutely not.

What makes you think she was
sleeping with anybody?

Because this place is like
a summer camp for drug addicts.

- It fairly reeks of sex.
- Hmm.

Well, we're like an early
sobriety to a whack-a-mole game.

You push down one addiction,
and another one pops up.

And even though we have
a strict policy about it

newly sober people
tend to act out sexually.

But I can't tell you
who Charlie was sleeping with.

Why not?

A little thing called
doctor-patient privilege.

Charlie's dead.

You're allowed to share
that information with us.

And I'm allowed
to protect privilege.

I see.

You're not
protecting Charlie.

You're protecting
someone else.

Charlie did indeed
have a lover here.

They were
a patient of yours.

No need to give me a name.
I can figure it out for myself.

Thank you.
You've been very helpful.

We need to talk to this
therapist, this Lyle woman.

I'm gonna head back
to the office.

I'll have Cho come
and meet you here.

Oh, I'm fine.
No need for a chaperone.

Hey, Van Pelt.

Could you hang on a sec?

Jane?

- What's up?
- I think I found something big.

Irregular payments
from Volker Industries

to a shell corporation.

Listed as consultant fees.
$25,000 each.

Nice work.
Who's cashing the checks?

'A guy named Charles Milk.'

He's clean as a whistle
but his name came up

in a 2007 case
just as a witness.

One of his neighbors
committed suicide. A woman.

Let me guess.
Hung herself like Amanda Shaw?

Exactly.
And I got a picture of him.

Matches the sketch of
the driver we were looking for

in the Cassie Flood case.

Great work, I'm headed
back to the office now.

Start writing the warrant
for the Milk residence.

I want to catch him
by surprise.

- You got it, boss.
- And tell Cho to get over here.

- Dr. Lyle?
- Yes.

Patrick Jane.

I'm with the CBI.

Uh, please,
call me Joanna.

And I'm not
actually a doctor.

But you were Charlie's
drug counselor, yes?

Yes.
Poor girl.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you.

Yes, it seems
that she, uh..

...she broke out
to buy some coke.

Is that a.. Is that
a black mark against you?

As a therapist,
I'd like to think

that I can help
my patients get sober.

But as a recovering
alcoholic I know

I can't make someone
stop before they're ready.

There but for
the grace of God.

Mmm. Well, let's leave
God out of it, shall we?

Uh, Charlie wasn't exactly
a model patient, was she?

She had a good heart.

She just made it very clear
that she didn't want to be here.

She wouldn't open up to me.

She, uh.. She wouldn't
participate in group.

- Excuse me.
- Rough night?

I've been, uh..

I've been on call
this week working overnights

and we discovered that Charlie
was missing from her room

at about 2:00 A.M.

And...I've been
up ever since.

Running on coffee
and cigarettes, huh?

Oh, coffee, yes.

But I haven't
smoked in years.

Oh.
Well, excuse me.

Could you show me
Charlie's room?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

What's up?

Did you fill out the application
for the Milk warrant?

I submitted it
to Judge Davis, but..

- What?
- It's Volker. He's here.

Agent Lisbon.

What do you want,
Mr. Volker?

Brass tacks.
I like that.

As I'm sure you're aware

I run a very
successful business

worth billions of dollars.

You wanna know my secret?

Transparency.

Honesty.

Open lines
of communication.

'It's the way I do business.'

What's your point?

If you wanted
my financial records

all you had to do
was ask for them.

I got nothing to hide.

You found nothing, right?

Why? Is there something
you're worried about?

Next time..

...just ask.

You look good.

You've been working out.

Get out of my office.

Have a lovely day,
Agent Lisbon.

Hey, Cho.
You're freaking out the guests.

Just relax
with the copness.

I'm relaxed.

Here we are.

Susie?

Hey.
How you holding up?

Okay, I guess.

Shouldn't you be in group?
You should go.

Talk about what happened
with Charlie, your feelings.

Hi.
You were her roommate?

Yeah, who are you?

Uh, Susie, these guys
are here with the CBI

to investigate what
happened with Charlie.

That's Patrick Jane.
I'm Agent Cho.

"Jane" as in Austen
or Mansfield?

Austen.

What are you here for?

- 'Coke. Speed. Some pills.'
- 'Mm-hmm.'

Mmm, ambitious.

So Charlie was
a tea drinker?

No, those are mine.

Did you see Charlie
sneaking out last night?

Yes, I didn't think
anything of it.

'She sneaks out
all the time.'

'Susie, you should
have reported it.'

'It's a major breach
of the honor system.'

'I know, I know.'

I'm gonna have to tell
Dr. Rubin about it.

Come on.
Are you serious?

'What time did she sneak out?'

'I don't know.
Around 10:00, I guess.'

'You know where she was going?'

I have no idea.
We weren't that close.

Mmm, Jasmine.

Uh, Dr. Lyle

where is that group therapy
session going down?

Uh, just down the hall.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

My name is Armando
and I'm an addict.

- Hi, Armando.
- Hi, Armando.

But I mean, not like you guys.
No offense.

My life's a party.

Champagne.
Fine women.

Translation, light beer
and cheap hookers.

- Hey, now.
- Yo.

Why the hostility, man?

I'm only being
honest here, right?

See this watch?
Girls gave this stuff to me.

And that's my problem.

I'm addicted to women.

Excuse me.
Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Just when it was getting good.
Uh, my name is Patrick Jane.

I'm a consultant with the CBI.

We're investigating
the murder of Charlie Coates.

- Uh, and, uh, I need your help.
- Okay.

You may not think...
you know anything of interest

but the subconscious mind
knows a lot more.

That's why I'm gonna ask
you all, as a group

to close your eyes
and picture Charlie.

Uh...I want you to think about
the last time you saw Charlie.

Every detail counts.

Her laugh.
The color of her eyes.

Her perfume.

Every little detail.

Okay. Thank you.

Now, if you'll open your eyes.

It appears you two..

'...are intimately
familiar with her scent.'

But Charlie doesn't strike
me as a two-timer.

So one of you was the boyfriend

and the other one,
well, he was hoping.

Let me see. You seem to have
a way with women.

I would guess that Charlie

may have been drawn
to your machismo.

She found you irresistible.

Maybe.
But you know.

Hmm.

You were sleeping together?

'No.'

Uh, you-you're lying.

You were sleeping together.
I can tell.

- 'No. No.'
- Yes.

I mean, I tried,
of course.

- But..
- You bastard!

And here comes
the real boyfriend.

Aah!

Just back away there.
I-I was just kidding.

He wasn't actually
sleeping with her.

Just...Cho!

Cho!

- 'Get him off!'
- Whew!

Phoenix Bell.
Your father's Anton Bell.

Starred in those action movies
back in the '80s, right?

And who's your father?
Is he relevant also?

Point taken.

Tell me about
you and Charlie.

She was funny
and strong and...real.

But fragile too.

Not like these girls
I meet in LA.

I know the doctors say
she didn't want to get better

but she did.

She made me want
to get better too.

We talked to your
roommate, Phoenix.

He says you snuck out
of your room at 11:00

on the night Charlie died
and didn't come home

until 1:00 in the morning.
Where were you?

We had this spot where
we'd meet out in the desert.

That night we were supposed
to hook up at 11:00

but Charlie didn't show.

What'd you do?

I freaked out.

I thought that
she was over me

or she had relapsed
or something.

So I took a drive.

You have a car?

My dad pulled a few strings

got me some extra privileges.
Whatever.

Where'd you go?

Just around.

And then I went
to a liquor store.

You get loaded?

No.
I wanted to.

- Anyone see you there?
- No.

But you have to
believe me.

All the bad things
I've done in my life

I would never
hurt Charlie.

Right. Can you think
of anyone who would?

I don't know.

A few nights ago,
we were in our spot

and we saw somebody
spying on us from far away.

You went after them?

Yeah, but I didn't
even get close.

If she would have
just come that night

maybe I could have
helped her.

Phoenix had access to a car.

He has no alibi
for the time of death.

And his story about someone
spying on them is sketchy.

- You think he made it up?
- No.

Someone was watching
Phoenix and Charlie.

The question is who?

Son of a movie star,
daughter of a politician.

- Could have been the paparazzi.
- What about Armando?

No, he had an alibi
for the night of the murder.

His roommate was up all night
listening to him snore.

Rigs, where are we
at with the photographer?

He's been in holding
overnight.

Good, go talk to him.

Find out where Phoenix was
between 11:00 and 1:00.

'We'll hold on to him
for as long as we can.'

I have an idea.
I'm gonna go back to rehab.

- You wanna come with?
- I've got a hit on Volker.

I think I found
his enforcer.

He's a guy named
Charles Milk.

I'm waiting to get
a warrant on his residence.

Bravo.

There's no way
this guy is as smart

or as careful as Volker.

- I can turn him.
- Excellent police work, Lisbon.

I admire your pluck.

- I hear a "But."
- No "But."

I'm just a little worried
that he's inside your head.

And believe me that's not
a good road to go down.

Bad neighborhood.

I don't really
have a choice.

Well, yeah, I can
certainly understand that.

I just..

I-I want you
to be careful.

He may be powerful,
but he is not invincible.

- And he's not in my head.
- I hope not.

If you need my help,
let me know.

No, thanks.
This one's mine.

Yeah, you got this!

Hey, boss,
I just got a call.

The judge denied
the search warrant for Milk.

Excuse me.
Judge Davis.

- I just need a minute.
- I'm late for an appointment.

I need you
to reconsider signing

the Charles Milk
warrant, please.

- It's not going to happen.
- Why not?

We have clear evidence
of payment

for the commission
of murder.

Spare me the hyperbole.

You have murky evidence
of payments for consulting.

Frankly, we had less before
you signed the last warrant.

What happened
between then and now?

Did he get to you?

I'm gonna pretend
I didn't just hear that.

He did, didn't he?

That's why he came to see me,
to show he wasn't scared.

You know what,
I'm not gonna sit here

and listen
to your accusations

nor am I gonna get
dragged any further

into your personal vendetta.

Now..

...if you will excuse me.

I bet you loved
to watch Charlie beg.

I don't know
what you're getting at.

Well, you can't seem
to stay out of trouble.

Underage girls, drugs.

It's not...my fault.

You know what I think?

I think Charlie
was gonna meet you

the night she snuck
out of rehab.

She wanted drugs,
you wanted sex

things got a little weird.

You didn't mean
to hurt her, but you did.

So you took
her body to the park

made it look
like a random drug deal.

No!

Just another model
with a coke habit.

No. None of-none,
none of that happened.

No.
That's not true, okay?

I don't..

I don't wanna
be here anymore now.

I wanna go home
now, please.

Hello, Grace.
Do you have anything?

I set an alert for
the name Phoenix Bell

and I'm checking all
social media and gossip sites.

Nothing so far.

But I've learned a lot
about Lindsay Lohan.

Mmm, can you try
again, please?

'Sure, give me a minute.'

Refill, please, Louis?

Another rough one?

Oh, these overnights
will be the death of me.

- Mmm.
- But I shouldn't complain.

I live halfway to Reno.

So at least it's a break
from the commute, right?

Mmm. Mmm.

- Well, cheers.
- Cheers.

Are you there, Jane?
I found something.

- Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, yes, Grace.
Sorry, go on.

The gossip site "Rumor Hound"
just re-tweeted this.

"Phoenix Bell,
son of movie star Anton Bell

"suspect in murder
of his girlfriend.

The two met at infamous
rehab "Oasis Ranch."

Who was the, uh,
tweeterer-er?

Someone named
Margaret Hammersby.

She's a journalist.

Excellent.

Hi, Susie.

Could I bother you
for a cup of tea?

Sure.
Come on in.

Thank you.

Would you like
chamomile or mint?

Chamomile, please.

Water's hot.
There you go.

That's very kind.

Thanks, Margaret.

You're welcome.

Oh, fudge.

Your real name
is Margaret Hammersby.

You're a journalist.

How did you find out?

Well, only a journalist
would ask

the correct spelling
of my name.

'"Mansfield" please.'

And what self-respecting,
speed freak drinks herbal tea?

I have to be undercover
in order to get this story.

Mmm, Woodward and Bernstein
you are not, my dear.

You're tweeting trivia
about celebrities.

Sons of celebrities..

...like Phoenix Bell.

That's a big scoop.
I had to tweet it.

That was you spying
on them the other night.

I only followed them out
that one time.

I swear, I have no idea
where she was going

the night she died.

She didn't really open up to me.
Not really.

She got emotional

when she got this card
from her parents.

Oh, this card?

Yeah, she cried like a baby.

"We're so proud of you."

When did she get this?

Three days ago.
The day before she died.

After she got the card

she started writing
this letter in Spanish

but then she got frustrated
and ripped it up.

And then you promptly dug it
out of the trash, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

But I don't speak Spanish.

The only thing I can remember
is "Lo siento."

That means "I'm sorry."

Excellent.
You've been very helpful.

You're not gonna blow
my cover, are you?

Well, that's for me to know
and for you to find out.

You know, you don't
have to stick around.

I can meet you back at CBI.

I'm supposed
to stay with you.

What kind of trouble
am I gonna get in at rehab?

The photographer
asked for a lawyer.

I think he might
be good for this.

He's more than just
ironically pervy.

Agreed.

And the sexual motive
is always a good one.

But, uh, you can let him go.
Phoenix, too.

- You have better motive?
- Uh, yeah.

An extremely valuable
ruby necklace

is a pretty good one.

But we don't have
any evidence

that Charlie actually stole

the necklace from her mother.

She was broke.
Of course she stole it.

Then she got that card
from her parents

and she started
to feel bad about it.

Where are you
getting all this?

The undercover journalist
told me that Charlie started

writing a letter in Spanish
to say "Lo siento."

- Which means "I'm sorry?"
- Yes.

She was trying to make
amends with Maria

the maid that was fired
for stealing the necklace.

But we never found the necklace
in Charlie's apartment

or her room
at the Oasis Ranch.

Because the killer
stole it from her.

Okay, wait, if Charlie
did steal the necklace

and felt guilty about it
don't you think

she would have
confided in someone?

Yes, that's exactly
what I think.

Hello?

Dr. Rubin.

What's that?

Uh, well, thank you
for letting us know.

We'll be there shortly.

Apparently there was a rash
of robberies earlier today.

A lot of the patients
got their valuables stolen.

Imagine that.

They're gonna search
the rooms to find the thief.

Oh, my. We should
head out there, Lisbon.

I'm sorry. I can't.
I-I'll meet you there later.

So mysterious.

Let me see,
Thursday night.

Ah, you're going
to play poker.

Get one of those muckety-mucks
to sign off on your warrant.

It's worth a shot.

If this doesn't work,
I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Eh, we'll think of something.
Good luck.

Let's see what
you got, senator.

- Full house.
- Mmm.

You've bled me dry.

'I need a drink.'

Judge Manchester,
excuse me, sir.

I need to discuss
something with you.

I'm in no mood,
Agent Lisbon.

I don't want to bother you,
I hate to.

But this is important.

Let me guess..

...Tommy Volker
and the Charles Milk warrant.

You heard.

Judge Davis mentioned something
about your little visit.

She said you had some nerve.

I was upset.
I spoke in haste.

No need
to apologize to me.

Oh, I don't want to apologize.
Davis was wrong.

I mean, Volker is a sociopath,
and he needs to be taken down.

If not by me,
then by somebody else.

Sometimes you are
childishly naive, Teresa.

That might be so, but which side
would you rather be on?

Childish naivet�,
or defeated cynicism?

Ouch.

Please, sign
the Milk warrant, judge.

It's legit.

The only reason
not to is fear.

Doctor, we're here
to help you search.

Do you think
the robberies could have

something to do
with this case?

Maybe. We won't know until
we search the room first.

Well, this isn't the first time
we've had things stolen.

It's quite common, in fact.

It's another way
for addicts to

'act out in early sobriety.'

You and your fancy diagnoses.

When people want stuff,
they take it.

It's as simple as that.

Now let's get to searching,
shall we?

'This place isn't
gonna search itself.'

'Mmm.'

- What are you doing?
- What?

Put it back.

- Sshh.
- Put it back!

'What are you talking about?'

'I'm trying to search here.
Could you be a little quiet?'

Excuse me. Excuse me.
What's going on?

I'm sorry, doctor,
Jane's had some problems, uh..

...taking stuff.

Oh, well, that's the first
I've ever heard of that.

Well, in that case,
let's empty your pocket.

No, I will not.

Don't make this
any worse than it is.

Empty your pockets right now!

Wow, that's..

I can't believe I couldn't
feel that in there.

That's not mine. I didn't..
That's-that's not my wallet.

I think we should reconvene
in my office for a little chat.

Keith, Marvin, would you
escort Mr. Jane to the office?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
watch the suit.

I got here as soon
as I could.

Kleptomania is a disease,
and you need help.

Oh, please.

I've told him that,
but he won't listen.

It's not your fault.

There is nothing
to be ashamed of.

Yeah, see the last thing
I need is some new age nonsense

rattling around inside my head.

'Jane, I don't
think you understand'

how much trouble you're in.

- They could press charges.
- No, hang on.

We're not there yet.
We're not there yet.

I wanna hear from Mr. Jane.

You're not even
a real doctor.

I don't have to
talk to you.

Jane..

...it couldn't hurt.

Please?

Okay.

I like to take stuff,
and I'm good at it.

I don't see
what the big deal is.

Well, this behavior
doesn't come from nowhere.

No, you're right.

When I was 10, my father
taught me to pick pockets

and we knocked off
a few houses.

And then we...moved on
to a couple of banks.

But I didn't..
The banks was not my cup of tea.

I don't like the banks 'cause
of the anxiety and the screaming

and all the hysteria.

- It doesn't sit well with me.
- Hmm.

So subconsciously..

...you're still trying
to please your father, hmm?

Yeah.

Yeah.
That's, uh..

How do you do that?
That is uncanny.

Jane..

Mmm.

Hello, Cho?

A ruby necklace?

'Really? Thanks.'

They just found an expensive
ruby necklace in your car.

You wanna explain
how it got there?

- Not really.
- 'Thank you.'

But this is a police matter now

if you two wouldn't mind giving
me a moment alone with Jane.

Yes, of course.
We'll leave you alone.

You definitely should
continue therapy.

Mmm.
I-I can make a referral.

Thanks, doc.

I mean, I-I..
I feel better already.

Busted.

You're in massive debt.

Cash advances,
credit cards

home equity loans.

What is it?
Craps, roulette?

Those are for suckers.

- I have skill.
- Blackjack then.

How did you know?

You told Jane you didn't smoke
and yet the inside

of your office smelled
like a casino ashtray.

And you referred to home
as being "Halfway to Reno."

It started...years ago

after I stopped drinking.

Good, clean fun, right?

But it got out of control.

I lost my house.

Burned through
my kid's college fund

and I still couldn't stop.

How did you pay for it?

I started borrowing
money from people.

Bad people.

They were going to hurt me.

So you heard about the necklace
and you saw a way out.

Charlie had this-this...
moment of clarity

after she got
that stupid card.

She, uh...
came into therapy

told me she had
stolen the necklace.

She had tried to sell it
but she didn't have

the right connections.

And then she wanted to
give it back to her parents.

And you were
the only person she told.

She said she wanted
to make amends, but come on.

It was a quarter
of a million dollars.

I needed it.

I convinced her to sneak out

'go back to her place
to get the jewels.'

'I said that she should
give them back'

'to her parents at her
30-day chip ceremony'

'that I was...proud of her.'

I pulled over

told her I thought
I had a flat.

'I'd heard about that park
from some of my other patients'

'that it was a place to score.'

I knew how it would look.

So you killed her

and you took the necklace
back to Oasis Ranch

and you let her parents believe
that she died buying drugs?

I'm powerless.

It's a disease.

Checkmate.

Hey, Jane. I got Manchester
to sign the warrant.

'I'm going to meet Van Pelt.'

Huh, excellent police work
prevails yet again.

'Grieving parents
at 12 O'clock.'

Mr. Jane, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Much appreciated.
It's my pleasure.

I'll-I..
I was just heading..

I'll-I'll leave you to it.

I have something for you.

Your necklace.

Charlie was trying
to get it back for you.

Thank you.

I want you to know that
your daughter changed.

She knew that
she hurt you both

and she wanted
to make it right.

She loved you.

Our baby.

Our poor baby.

Lisbon.

Hello, Teresa.
How are you today?

Fantastic, actually.

Oh, I can imagine.

The thrill of
the chase and all that.

I'm not sure I know what
you're referring to, Mr. Volker.

Oh, don't be modest.

I'm calling to
congratulate you.

The warrant for Charles Milk.

How did you know about that?

Oh, I have my ways.

At any rate..

...you won't find
what you're looking for.

Charles Milk did a few
personal security jobs for me

nothing more.

But, hey, he's a great guy.

I'm sure you'll enjoy him.

If that's it,
I've got another call.

By all means,
you should take that.

Van Pelt, I'm on my way.

We're too late.

We've just ID'd them all.

'We've got a married couple,
Bob and Sara Miller'

'and this gentleman
is Charles Milk.'

What happened here?

Drive-by shooting.
Some gang BS.

These three were just
in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Uh, Lisbon?

Jane.

I need your help.

Mmm.