All language subtitles for The.Mentalist.S05E21.1080p.WEBRip.x265-KONTRAST

I'm busy!

'Duty calls.'

'I've been trying to get you
on the phone. Open the door.'

Does that board have you
any closer to catching Red John?

I don't know.
I keep getting interrupted.

What I need is radio silence,
Lisbon, for a week. If you can.

The dead body at LaRoche's house
won't wait that long.

J.J.'s?

He asked for you
specifically on the case.

'Hey, boss.'

So LaRoche came home early
on a red eye from New York.

He saw the flashlights
and surprised

two robbers breaking
into the safe.

That's when
the shooting started.

- Where's the other one?
- Escaped out the back.

They wore masks. It was dark.
LaRoche didn't see much.

Oh, they hit the hummels.
Is LaRoche okay?

'He sustained a minor hit.'

'Anything missing
from the safe?'

Nope. He stopped them
before they could take anything.

You know, we can have
someone handle the dog.

Oh, yeah, I know.

There's no ID
on the body.

Well, maybe not
government issue

but there's a lot
of information here.

Like these black spots
on his fingertips.

Dead tissue.

And his eyes are very
inflamed, too.

- Maybe he was on drugs.
- Just..

Nice one, Lisbon.
Ibuprofen.

I'm gonna guess this man
was suffering

from rheumatoid arthritis.

Well, if you're gonna
get in a gunfight

it's best to get in one
with an arthritic shooter.

Mm. Where is LaRoche?

He's waiting in the ambulance.

He won't let the paramedics
take him for treatment

until he talks to you.

Oh. Well, excuse me.

VIP.

J.J..

I see you bought
a new safe.

Apparently it's not
safe enough.

- Excuse us, please.
- 'Yes, sir.'

I'm gonna cut to the chase,
Mr. Jane.

I was not forthcoming
with Rigsby.

They took something.

My Tupperware box.

Yeah, I figured.

Been hiding that box
for nine years.

I thought you were the only one
that knew of its existence.

But after the gunfire ended,
the box was missing

and this was in its place.

"Drop the case.
You have until tonight."

What case?

I'm investigating
a security leak inside CBI.

The leak will turn
the tupperware

over to authorities
if I don't back off.

You know what'll happen
if they unseal that box.

I do.

Of course youdo.

I didn't take it.

I know that, Patrick.

It's your favorite
blackmail device.

Your puppet mastery
over me ends if

its contents becomes
public knowledge.

I never thought of you
as a puppet.

You ever thought of me
as a friend?

This is difficult to ask.

I need your help.

Please.

Sure. I, I'll find
your tupperware.

I would appreciate that.

As would my mother.

You can take me now.

So what's
in the tupperware box?

I don't know.

Two years ago,
I hired a petty thief

to break into LaRoche's safe

for a list
of Red John suspects.

Yeah, I know.
I had to slug the guy

in front of his lawyer
to keep you out of jail.

Cost me six months
in anger management.

Yeah, and I hope
you learned something.

My point is..

...he opened the safe

and he saw
a tupperware box.

Which was stolen
this morning.

To blackmail Laroche
into dropping his investigation.

What investigation?

Well, apparently there's
a security leak inside the CBI.

Well, maybe
your thief took it.

No, LaRoche's new safe
is way out of his league.

In any case,
the missing plastic ware

has the power to end
LaRoche's career.

And you really don't
know what's inside?

No, I, I don't.

But LaRoche
doesn't know that.

So while I'm busy with him,
why don't you assign

Rigsby and Van Pelt
to find out what's in the box?

Our job is to catch
the criminal who got away

not protect some CBI agent
who might be dirty.

So much for
the anger management training.

If we can solve the mystery
of LaRoche's secret

it will lead us
to the missing criminal.

Why don't you just ask
LaRoche what's in the box?

He's not gonna
tell me voluntarily.

It's embarrassing to him
and deeply personal.

- And it's in tupperware?
- Yes.

How could you not
want to investigate?

LaRoche told Jane he had
the box for nine years.

Dig into his past.
Look for significant events.

And check out his mother.

LaRoche made a strange
reference to her.

Oh, the Tupperware's a clue.

Why hide something
in tupperware?

I don't know.
Keep it fresh?

Nothing stays fresh
for nine years.

Well, maybe LaRoche needed a box
and the tupperware was handy.

No. Tupperware's never handy.
It's always in the wrong drawer.

And when you do find it,
the lid's always missing.

- Right? I hate that.
- Yeah.

Uh, don't let LaRoche know
you have knowledge of the box.

That's a confidence
between he and Jane.

We got a hit on the dead guy.
Will Parsons.

Local family man, married.

Owns a locksmith shop in
El Dorado Hills. Clean record.

Alright, let's go
talk to the wife.

This has to be a mistake.

Will is a, a locksmith,
not a killer. He..

...he was on a house call,
fixing a rusted dead bolt.

The key snapped off
in the lock.

Your husband was
part of a two man team

that broke into
a residential home.

He brought his gun,
and he fired at our agent.

If Will did that,
then somebody made him.

Yeah, maybe they were
holding a gun on him.

That's possible, right?

When was the last time
you saw your husband, ma'am?

When he left the house
last night at 11 o'clock.

- Did you see him take his gun?
- No. No.

Do you know anyone who might
have hired your husband

to break into a safe?

Oh, no.

What is happening here?

I have suspected
a security leak

inside CBI for months.

Too many high-profile
suspects evading arrest.

Really?
Haven't noticed.

Well, that's because
you stop at nothing

to close cases
for your team.

Why, thank you.

Other CBI agents,
they have, uh, principles.

- I leaned into that one.
- Mm.

Miguel Leyva.

'Sinaloa Cartel.'

'He controls drug corridors
throughout the east bay.'

'Two months ago,
a CBI task force'

'was set for a bust.'

And when they raided
his warehouse

three tons of cocaine
disappeared without a trace.

Someone in the CBI
tipped him off?

Him and others before him.

That was my instinct,
and it was confirmed

by the arrest of this man.
Tommy Volker.

Now, he was always a step
ahead of your team

and I found out why.

He had a secret
cellphone account.

Now, in the days
before his arrest

that number was called
six times..

...from inside CBI.

Well, at least
you have a suspect.

Of which I am not aware.

The thief who got away.

Huh? You find the thief..

...you find the leak.

Before tonight.
That's when my blackmailer

will expose the truth
about me.

Well, like you said,
I'll stop at nothing.

You know what's
in that box, Patrick.

What do you
th-think of me?

Y-you..

...you're gonna have to be
a little more, uh, specific.

Am I a monstrosity
to you?

A monstrosity?

No.

I mean..

...you're, you're interesting
and you're complex.

I am?

And obviously creative.
Tupperware.

Well, I suppose
that's true.

I've been afraid to ask
that until now.

'Excuse me.'

Found something.

Nine years ago, LaRoche's
mother was physically

and sexually assaulted.

The attack lasted two hours.

She said she begged
for mercy the whole time but..

...her rapist
just ignored her.

Wow. Did she survive?

Three months later,
she took her life.

Oh! Poor LaRoche.

What does all this have to do
with a plastic container?

What if there was
evidence inside?

Scott Saynay.

The man convicted of raping
LaRoche's mother.

He's serving a 12-year
sentence in Folsom.

Uh, what if LaRoche
planted evidence

to assure his conviction?

Hmm. Like what?

I don't know.
His mother's blood?

I mean, it says here that
the only physical evidence

linking Saynay to the crime
is her blood on his clothes.

Why would LaRoche
want to keep that?

Maybe he thought
he'd need it again

if Saynay got out on appeal.

Oh! This is crazy.

How can the boss possibly
expect us to solve this?

I don't know, but I really
want to know what's in that box.

Yeah, me, too.
I wonder if he knows.

Hi. Can I get
a medium coffee, please?

- Lisbon. I was looking for you.
- Hey, Brenda.

Any developments on
the LaRoche break-in?

Not yet, no. Why?

The head of our
internal affairs division

was shot inside his home
this morning.

We need to get out
in front of the case.

Well, that's what
I'm trying to do.

I'm heading
to the autopsy now.

I mean
from a public perspective.

We can't allow people
to believe

there's corruption brewing
inside CBI.

Is that what
people believe?

There's been some chatter
in the local blogosphere.

I don't read blogs.

Well, you should.

It's easy to forget, but we work
in the state capital.

Now I, I just came
from Bertram's office.

He agrees with me
that a TV interview

with a friendly reporter
is a win-win for the bureau.

Well, let's win.

I'll get back to you
with details.

No obstruction
of the airway.

The mucosa
of the epiglottis

glottis, and major bronchi
are anatomic.

Thanks for coming by.

Since when do
we attend autopsies?

Well, since we have
a deadline

to confirm my diagnosis
at the crime scene.

No injuries to the respiratory
system that I can see.

Rheumatoid arthritis,
right? And?

Well, this man, was at war
with his body, Lisbon

specifically his hands.
Um, would you explain, doc?

See the swelling and
inflammation around the wrists?

It created a compression
of the medial nerve inside.

Carpal tunnel, basically.

Any repetitive use
of the subject's hands

would have caused great pain.

A locksmith
who can't use his hands?

There's more.

I noticed thickening and
scarring of the pericardium

that's the sac-like structure
around the heart.

- You can see it here.
- I'll take your word for it.

Chronic chest pain
and shortness of breath

were a way of life
for this man.

Hmm. Thanks, doc.

I don't get it.
Why would somebody hire

a disabled thief
to rob a safe?

Well, you wouldn't.
Not knowingly.

Now you said Parsons here
owned a locksmith business?

- Yeah, with his wife.
- I'd like to meet her.

Mom's been a wreck
since your visit this morning.

She's taking the news
really hard.

She and my dad
were crazy close.

Oh, we'll try
to keep this brief.

Mom? The CBI agents

want to ask you
a few more questions.

Okay, fine.

Jenna, this
is Patrick Jane.

Hi. I'm sorry
for your loss.

Thank you.

Sarah, could you please
make us some tea?

Please.

I told Sarah her father
had been shot

but I didn't mention
the robbery.

I'm counting on you
to straighten that out.

Oh, we're working on it.

Quite a safe collection
your husband had.

Well, he had more.
But we had to sell some off

when the economy
took a dive.

Yeah. Yeah,
well, most people

collect for
sentimental reasons.

It's an attempt to trigger
a fond memory.

I'm gonna guess, I'm gonna
go out on a limb here

an guess that your
husband's collection

started with this
little fella.

Will found that
when he was seven.

It was locked, so he was
dying to know what was inside

and he spent months trying every
possible number combination

until finally one misty
morning, it opened.

What was inside?

I don't remember.

That's a disappointment.

No, Lisbon, it doesn't
matter what was inside.

The exciting part is
the mystery of not knowing.

It's what makes
the journey memorable.

Will spent his entire career
following that journey.

It's what made him
become a locksmith.

Jenna, we found out that he was
losing the use of his hands.

Why didn't you tell us
about that earlier?

I didn't think of it.
You'd just told me

the man I spent
my entire life with was dead.

Which I still
don't understand.

The first step
is finding out

who he broke into that
house with.

Did he have any employees?

'No. It was just Will.'

He wanted to hire
a good locksmith

to cut down on his workload,
but he couldn't find anybody

'up to his standards.'

That's incredibly valuable.

You know about safes?

Do you have the combination
for this?

No. Will kept those
in his head.

Hmm. I was hoping
you'd say that.

'Wait. What are you doing?'

What? Jane! Stop it!

Mom! What's he doing?

What are you, crazy?
That's airtight!

Then you'd better
get to work then.

Mom! We have to do
something.

What do we do?

'I've got it.'

How's she know
how to do that?

Your father was losing
the use of his hands.

He needed help, so he taught
everything he knew

to the woman he trusted most.

'How come
I don't know this?'

Well, I imagine your father
was a proud man, too.

'Too proud
to let anyone know'

his wife was doing
his job for him.

Et voila!

'Are you okay?'

Take him.

You're gonna have to come
with us now.

Turn around.
Put your hands behind your back.

What, you're arresting her?
For what?

Breaking and entering,
safecracking and armed robbery.

That sound about right?

I'm the one who opened
your agent's safe.

It was a
Sargent And Greenleaf lock

and they can take hours,
and Will, just..

...moving his fingers
hurt so much.

And who hired you to break
into Agent LaRoche's home?

Will never said.

He just said somebody called
and offered him a lot of money

to open a residential safe.

What were you asked
to steal?

A plastic container.

I don't know what was in it.
I didn't ask.

Where is it, ma'am?

Where's the plastic
container you stole?

We, um..

...we had a drop point.

A storm drain
in Woodley Park.

When you left the shop
this morning, I..

...drove to the park
and left the container.

And you never
looked inside?

No. I just
wanted it to be done with.

'My husband lost his life
over that stupid box.'

You think we're too late?

Never know unless you try.

Did your contact say
where the storm drain was?

Near a warning sign.

Someone's already been here.

There.

- CBI! Down on the ground!
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Put your hands
where I can see them! Down!

- What'd I do?
- Now! On your knees!

Get down now!

He's usually a very calm man.
Now do as he says.

Okay. Just don't shoot.

Secure the container,
please.

Should probably check it
to be sure.

- Daddy?
- It's okay, buddy.

Everything's gonna
be alright.

Banana and peanut butter.

You're a lucky kid.
Looks tasty.

I am very sorry, sir.

Have a nice day.

'Come on, buddy.
Let's get out of here.'

My time is running out.

Whatever happens,
I want to thank you

for trying to help me.

Well, truth is, you're
a hard man not to help, LaRoche.

You're like a shar-pei puppy
that's rolled onto its back.

You have to rub its belly.

You're mocking me.

No, no, I'm happy
to rub your belly.

- That won't be necessary.
- I hope not.

Should be here somewhere.

- Uh, what was the name again?
- Scott Saynay.

He's serving a 12 year sentence
for rape and indecent assault.

Oh, here it is.
Scott Saynay was here.

Early release.
Six weeks ago.

Oh. Where's he now?

Uh, should be
in here somewhere.

Sorry for the mess,
but the supreme court just ruled

that prison overcrowding
is unconstitutional.

- What a bother.
- I know, right?

We have to reduce our numbers
by 1,800 this year.

Saynay was one
of the lucky ones.

Uh, huh.

Looks like the release file
was forwarded.

You could find him
through his parole officer.

And who would that be?

It's in the release file.

But I could put
a trace on it.

Might take a few days.

Yeah, we don't have
a few days.

Uh, maybe we could talk
to Saynay's last cellmate.

Oh! That's a good idea.

Let's see who that was.

Yes. Ah!

Okay, should be
in here somewhere.

According to the record, you
were Saynay's last room mate?

Saynay? Yeah, sure,
I remember him.

Easiest cellie I ever had.

Spent most nights writing
letters to his ma.

Did Saynay ever give you
a sense that he felt

wrongly accused
or set up?

Nah! He wasn't fighting
any drama.

Not that you'd know it
if he was.

My boy wasn't much
of a talker.

What's so funny?

Ah, you'd have
to meet Saynay

to fully appreciate
his quiet nature.

Did he ever mention
a plastic container to you?

What plastic container?

I guess he didn't
trust him enough.

- No, clearly.
- What are you talking about?

We're trying to locate
an airtight plastic box.

Your cellmate knew
all about it.

It was hidden in a safe
for nine years

but a man was killed
stealing it this morning.

Well, I'll be damned.

Wait. You know
what's in the box?

Well, I can guess.
Can't you?

Oh, we want to hear
your guess.

Nothing in that for me

except I'd be pissing off
the owner of the box

and who wants to mess
with a maniac like that?

I'm done
answering their questions.

Scott Saynay, convicted
nine years ago

of raping and beating
LaRoche's mother.

She committed suicide
three months later.

That certainly qualifies
as a dramatic event in his life.

He just got out of prison.
We're trying to track him down.

Other than being an extreme
form of lowlife

what else did you learn
about him?

All we have are
his arrest files

but there's nothing
surprising.

He's a high school dropout,
unemployed.

Multiple burglary arrests.
He was on antidepressants

the night he attacked
Mrs. LaRoche.

Then maybe he hired
the locksmith

to open LaRoche's safe.

No. The break-in is connected

to LaRoche's
internal investigation.

That, I'm certain of.

So we still don't know
what's in the box or who has it?

Okay, Teresa. Reporter's
here for your interview.

Ah, Sacramento's most
eligible singles

or should I say,
sexy spinsters of Sacramento?

Bertram wants to put
a public face

on the LaRoche break-in.

Why?

To assure the public
that we are not rattled

by criminal attacks
on our people.

But LaRoche was rattled.
He was shot.

Just.. Let me do what I do.
You do what you do.

Whatever that is.
Lisbon, this way, please.

You only have 15 minutes.
Let's get this thing going.

You're the boss, Brenda.

- Really?
- Ah, I just let her think so.

We haven't officially met.
Mason Braverman.

Teresa Lisbon.
I have anything in my teeth?

No, you're good.
You're good.

Okay, good. Let's do it.

This is the second time

Agent LaRoche's home
has been broken into, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

What's he hiding in there?
Jimmy Hoffa?

Uh, we don't know

why Agent LaRoche's
home was targeted.

'He killed one of the robbers
in a gunfight.'

We have the other one in custody

and we expect to have
some information soon.

You're certainly having
more luck

than the CBI task force that
botched the Miguel Leyva raid.

We heard the dangerous
cartel boss is free

because someone
tipped him off.

That's not my case.

Okay. Turn off the camera.

We agreed to a line
of questioning, Mason.

- Uh, no.
- In exchange, I promised you..

- A line of questioning..
- Access and an exclusive story.

Which I never
agreed to, Brenda.

Why don't I just step out
while you two clear this up?

Teresa, be patient.
I can always call channel 10.

It's your choice.

No, I'm good.

So, how does this home invasion
affect other CBI agents?

The targeting
of Agent LaRoche's home

is stark evidence that
no law enforcement officer

'is ever truly off duty.
We're all targets.'

'But J.J. LaRoche chose
to be a CBI agent'

'which is a life
of serving other people.'

'We all know the game,
and we all accept the risks.'

Heard you had some
news on the case.

The phone company just confirmed
that a call was made

from the CBI
to the locksmith's shop.

LaRoche is right.
We've got an internal leak.

That's not news, Lisbon.

A phone extension
would be news.

Well, they could only trace it
to the general switchboard.

We're still walking around
blind, Lisbon.

And we're pressed for time.

LaRoche is pressed for time.
We're doing fine.

- Yes..
- Hey, boss.

I might have a lead.

'I found this newspaper
story in the archives.'

It ran seven years ago.

"Will Parsons likes
to play safe"?

Mm-hmm. It's a local profile
on Parsons and his collection.

Same year, he entered a national
safecracking competition.

placed seventh.

So you're thinking that
the CBI leak

read this article and knew
that Parsons could do the job?

Safe bet.

That's funny.

What is?

Never mind.

Alright, see who else
is logged into the archive

and see if any CBI personnel

are long-time subscribers
to the Weekly.

Uh, I just may have
saved you the trouble.

Uh...look at the masthead.

'Specifically, look who
the managing editor was'

at the Sacramento Weekly
seven years ago.

Brenda Shettrick?

No way. Brenda?

Makes sense.

Most information inside CBI
runs through Shettrick.

With time, I can
build a case, but..

- Time is passing quickly.
- We always have time.

You know how long it takes me
to solve a case?

- How long?
- However long I have.

But in certain
situations, uh..

When I'm in a true pinch,
such as this

there are compromises
that need to be made.

- What kind of compromises?
- Well, for instance.

I-I could.. I could bring down
Shettrick before tonight

but I will have to enlist the
help of Lisbon and the team.

No.

Nobody can know
about the plastic box

or that it was taken
from my safe.

They already know.

I had to confide in Lisbon

that a very valuable box
was stolen from you

but I did not tell her
what was inside, I swear.

You had no right to reveal
its existence at all.

Lisbon is my partner.

Allegiances, loyalties..

Yes, of course. I..

Wh-what was I thinking?

I understand.

You and Lisbon,
you are trusted friends.

You do what you will,
Mr. Jane.

That's what you'll do anyway.

J.J., come on.
Don't be like that.

If we're gonna catch Shettrick,
we need to move now.

All we have is Shettrick's
name on a masthead.

I don't want to rush
to judgment.

Well, nobody rushed.

We took our time
to judgment.

But now we're here,
and we need to act.

Hey, if we don't arrest her
by tonight

she is going to
expose LaRoche.

Expose him for what?

I couldn't tell you.

Have you ever thought

that maybe LaRoche's secret
should be known?

Endlessly.

But I have come
to the conclusion

that whatever happened,
he has punished himself enough.

I still don't know
about Shettrick.

Yes, you do.
In your gut, you know.

She sold you out to Volker.
You know that.

Her actions almost led
to the murder

of an 8-year-old boy.

For once in your life, Lisbon,
don't be the voice of reason.

Be the voice of wrath.

Alright.

How do we get the bitch?

Sorry, excuse me.
Uh, big to-do in the bullpen.

Lisbon needs help
handling the press.

What's the press doing..
Oh, Jane!

Stop!

Tell me what's going on.

Uh, y-you remember
the drug lord that got away?

Miguel Leyva.

Well, CBI found
his secret estate.

Uh, according to intel,
he's sitting poolside

right now with a frisky blonde,
meatball sub

and a fresh shipment
of drugs.

What intel?

Oh, I don't know,
but the rapid response team

is about to conduct a raid

and that TV reporter
is getting in the way.

- What TV reporter?
- The one from today.

Lisbon invited him
to ride along on the bust.

For God sake, why?

Well, good PR for
the bureau, I don't know.

I guess that's what
she thought you wanted.

Oh..

Well, I..

Look, we can't let Leyva
get away this time.

We'll stack up
on the forward door

with cover on all the windows,
I want a dynamic entry

shock lock breach,
bang and clear.

Guys, she's here.
It's time to start moving

- 'Let's roll.'
- Let's not.

Turn the camera off.
This hasn't been cleared.

Yes, it has. I just left
Bertram's office

and he says it's a win-win.

He just wants you to shepherd
our TV colleagues here.

No wonder you didn't
want me asking

about Miguel Leyva.

You knew all along
a raid was in the works.

Well, of course.

Okay, just let me make
a phone call before we go.

We don't have time.
You're holding us up. Let's go.

Here's your vest. If you hurry,
you can make the 6:00 news.

Um...point the camera
away from me.

Buh-bye!
Bring back a drug lord!

'This is a high-risk
operation.'

Surprise, speed,
and domination are key.

'Our goals are to clear
any threats'

and prevent the destruction
of any evidence.

'Excuse me,
what are you doing?'

I told you I need to cancel
an appointment.

There's no outside
communications

during an operation.

It's standard procedure.

Great.

Moving out.
Remember the tactical plan.

You three stay with Karl.

You want us with?

Sh-shouldn't we wait
in the van?

Bertram approved
full access.

This is great, Brenda.
You're the best.

Stay focused on the breach team.

- Wait!
- Shh! Quiet!

I left my Kevlar vest
in the van.

Then you hold right here.
We can't wait for you.

Okay. Okay, okay.

Come on. Come on, come on.

- 'Yeah. What up?'
- Miguel, it's Brenda Shettrick.

Don't talk. Listen. They're
about to break down your door.

Now, I will make it go away just
like I did with the last raid.

Just don't say anything
to them.

Slow down, woman.
What are you talking about?

No time. Here they come.

Police! Search warrant!

Stand away from the door!

Is it clear?

'Yeah, we're clear.'

Hey.

What's going on?
Get that away from me.

What are you doing here?

Where's Miguel Leyva?

Well, probably relaxing
at his pad

wherever the hell that is.

Oh, this place
is on the market

'but you're gonna need to save
your pennies to post bail.'

You're welcome
to join us, Brenda.

We were just reviewing
the footage.

What footage?

Very telegenic.
Don't you think?

'Don't talk. Listen.'

'They're about
to break down your door.'

'I will make it go away'

'just like I did
with the last raid.'

'Just don't say anything
to them.'

You promised me an exclusive.
You weren't kidding.

How much did Miguel Leyva
pay you to tip him off

about the drug raid?

Go to hell.

'Excellent.'

You know how this works,
Brenda.

It'll go a lot easier
if you just..

I do know how this works.

That's what you tell
the sheep

on their way to slaughter.

Why do they bleat?

I never understood that when
I watched your interrogations.

I want a lawyer.

Well, I guess she's too smart.

Not that smart.

We have her on tape
tipping off a cartel boss.

Same way she tipped off
Tommy Volker.

She's going down.

I just wish I knew why.

Well, I don't think
she's gonna tell you.

But I will.

You don't know
the first thing about me.

You were an East Coast
prep girl.

College? Uh, Barnard.

'Or maybe Mount Holyoke'

for the horseback
riding trails.

She does like horses.

You were a romantic.

You moved to the state capital
because you wanted to expose

fakes and frauds

and fall in love, and write
stories in coffee shops.

She does like coffee.

A lot of people
like coffee.

Here's the one problem.
You couldn't write.

Your skill set was more
managing editor.

Managing editors are
the second highest ranking

position at a newspaper.

Yes. The allure of power.

It's why you joined the CBI

so you could rub elbows with
all the big players in town.

You're so off.

Never did fall in love.

Well, at least, uh..

No one fell in love
with you.

'So you found your thrills
in the arms of power'

trading favors
and inside information

to anyone who'd have you.

And in the end, you became
exactly what you hated.

Just another political phony
on the take.

Van Pelt and I made a bet
what's in the plastic ware.

Animal, a vegetable,
or mineral.

What do you think?

Check the file cabinet.

Van Pelt says animal.

I say vegetable.

Van Pelt wins.

No way!

If it was biological,
you'd freeze it.

Tupperware,
it's for food storage.

Has to be vegetable.

Like what, broccoli?

I don't know.

hey, hey, hey.

Check it out.

Ooh.
It exists.

Yeah, it's a box.
Let's go.

Hang on. Don't you care
what's inside?

No.

I think there's something
stuck to the bottom.

Oh, oh, oh. Uh.

Is that yours to open?

I was just gonna sneak a peek.

'Tsk, tsk, tsk.'

Thank you
for keeping my secret.

Eh. It was easy.

I'm afraid Brenda Shettrick

can still bring me down
with what she knows.

She won't.

How can you be sure?

Shettrick likes to trade.

She's cutting a deal
with the DA right now

to give up her drug lord.

She told Lisbon she'd
forget about Tupperware

if we forget about
blackmail charges.

How did Shettrick know about
the box to begin with?

Only you and I knew
of its existence.

You and I..

And..

Donny Culpepper.

Small-time thief I hired
to break into your safe.

She must have bought
the information from him.

Ah.

Well..

...this concludes our business
together, Mr. Jane.

I certainly hope not.

You've never asked me
why I keep this.

I appreciate that.

But I suppose you must wonder.

I wouldn't be human
if I didn't.

I hold on to this box
as a warning.

It reminds me of the depths

to which a man can sink
if he lets himself.

And...it reminds me
of my mother.

Goodnight, J.J.

Goodnight, Patrick.

'So?'

Did you look in the box?

And violate
the man's privacy?

Yes.

What's inside the box is of
far less significance to me

than what the box represents.

I just want to know

why you bent over
backwards for that man.

What's important to know

is that a man will go
to extreme lengths

to find peace.

As I must do now.

What are you talking about?

Until I come out of this room,
I need to be alone, Lisbon.

Alone. No interruptions.

- But--
- No distractions.

Please.

Okay.

- Do what you have to do.
- Thank you.

Hey. Is Jane up there?

Yeah, but he's busy.
What's up?

He asked me to tell him
when I found

the ex-con who assaulted
LaRoche's mother.

- Oh, no need. It's over now.
- Okay.

You want to hear
something creepy, though?

The rapist
lives with his mom.

Uh, can I get that address?

Sure.

'Mrs. Saynay'

'one of my colleagues
called you earlier.'

I'm with the CBI.

You can call me Judith.

I'm Teresa Lisbon.

Uh, you people, um..

Need my son's help
to help you solve a case?

Is that right?

To help solve a mystery,
at least.

Scott!

Get down here!

You got a visitor!

He needs a little
extra motivation sometimes.

How long has your son
lived with you?

Oh..

Came straight out of jail.

I'd pretend
to be flattered..

Uh, but I-I'm all
that he's got.

Hmm.

Vice versa, too. Mm.

Hello. I'm Agent Lisbon
with the CBI.

I need you to answer
some questions for me.

You mean you, you..

You don't know?

What?

Scott hasn't..

Spoken in nine years.

Well, why?

Well, the, the day before
his trial

somebody broke into
his apartment

while he was
sleeping, and..

They injected him
with a sedative

and cut out his tongue.

'The police, they never
figured out who did it'

you know, or why, or..

'Oh.'

and they never found
his tongue.