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Her name's Madeline Hightower. She's been running intelligence down in

Fresno. New boss?

New boss, Madeline Hightower.

Chief Deputy AG says she'll be here sometime tomorrow.

Word is she's hard as nails. Political, tight statehouse connections.

So this is good for us. We'll have some real muscle upstairs.

We'll see.

No need to be nervous.

I'm not nervous.

You're an exemplary agent. No reason for butterflies.

No butterflies. I'm fine. Keep telling yourself that.

How you doing?

Vic Bandino, Alpha Bravo Residential Security.

Appreciate your quick response.

Agent Lisbon, this is Patrick Jane, and this is Agent... Wayne Rigsby.

CBI, huh? You did okay.

Bandino, what's up?

We worked a couple of cases together back in the day. San Diego PDRs and

squad. Boy, those were the times, huh? Remember that stakeout in Pismo?

You ever call that chick? Would you show us the body, Mr. Bandino?

Yes, ma'am. Yeah, of course. Please.

He's in a pool house.

Name's James Smithson, 28, British citizen.

He's a high-priced tutor for local kids.

The daughter of the homeowner is one of his students.

A couple months ago, they let him move in here.

Rigsby, can you find out why the coroner's not here?

Yeah, sure.

Who found her body, you?

The homeowner's kid. She was coming in for a lesson.

She called her dad, he called me, I called you.

Not the local police? Why us exactly?

What the hell, Vic?

You were supposed to call me the second they got here.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm Hopper Banks.

Agent Lisbon, CBI. This is a crime scene?

It's my place.

Mr. Banks, I need you to leave.

Can you do that for me?

I'll be in the main house.

I'll expect a full report.

Let me know when you get the body out of here.

That's why I called you.

Old California money, lots of clout. Local PD won't cut it. He wants the

best. The coroner's on his way.

A single gunshot.

Judging by the wound, looks like a .38. No weapon.

Don't worry.

It's a visual inspection.

Didn't touch a thing.

No sign of assault or robbery?

Real fancy resume, this guy.

Graduated from Eaton and Oxford.

Last employer was some hotshot prep school back east.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Excuse me? The facial scar.

Eaton boy gets a cut on his head. He needs a plastic surgeon. He gets a

plastic surgeon.

My guess, the whole resume is a fairy tale. Excuse me? You're excused. I

checked them out myself.

Well, I'm wrong then.

No blisters or calluses on his hands. A lot of dirt under his fingernails.

Who is this guy? That's a long story.

Anything else?

This place must be alarmed. Yeah, family never turned it on. Got the call at 335.

I was at a client's residence nearby working an alarm upgrade.

Arrived here at 3.52.

The body was still warm, so... I guess the time of death was a good hour before

that.

What the hell?

Guess again.

It's called Lazarus syndrome.

Guy's heart somehow caught an electrical charge and restarted. Hey, it happens.

So you're saying he's alive?

Well, if you can call that living.

He's brain dead. No oxygen for more than ten minutes. He's not coming back.

There's security cameras out there. Have Bandino show you the footage. Maybe

we'll get lucky and catch a look at the shooter.

I need to go and talk to the little girl who found the body. You got it.

The dude under his nails smelled like rosemary.

Yeah.

Whatever was inside this box killed our man.

Well, case is practically closed.

There's no reason to be snarky.

It was my wife, Jolene, really.

She saw how much James helped Lainey with her schoolwork, and when she heard

he needed a place to live, she rented the pool house to him.

I guess he's been here, I don't know, a couple of months maybe.

Very generous of your wife.

Jolene has a big heart.

Is this her?

My muse.

Good looking.

She turned me into a real artist.

Before I met her, I was taking snapshots.

Mr. Banks, we're going to need to talk to your daughter.

I'm sorry.

Lani's too upset to talk at the moment.

Please, maybe later.

We need to speak to her when her memory's fresh. She saw what you saw.

She came home, went to the pool house for some homework help.

We're going to have to hear that from her. And she found a dead body. She's 12

years old. Don't you get it?

It's not homework.

It's a project about the pyramids.

I can talk to you.

Thanks, Lani.

Lani, sit right here, sweetie.

I'm Agent Lisbon, and that's Patrick Jane.

Hi. What do you have to do for the Pyramid Project?

Describe the afterlife as depicted in the ancient Egyptian mythology.

Ah, as depicted in the ancient Egyptian mythology.

Well, did you know that they believed that when you die, you are carried

into the next life on the back of a sacred hippopotamus? That's true.

What time did you get home from school?

A little after three.

What did you do?

I made lemonade.

James loves my lemonade.

Who else was home?

Nobody. I was at the gallery and Jolene was at the gym. Mr. Banks, please.

No one was here.

I took the lemonades to the pool house.

I saw so much blood.

Did you see anybody or hear anything?

Voices, a car.

Just James.

I'm taking her upstairs now. Does anybody know what was inside this?

No. Are we through?

Almost. Lainey, why didn't your mother want you to speak to us?

She's not my mother.

Honey, it's okay.

I was protecting her.

She's been through a very traumatic experience.

Oh.

I thought you were worried she was going to say something about whatever it is

you're trying to hide from us.

How dare you?

Really?

How dare I?

Is that the best comeback you've got?

You're gonna let this man insult me?

Huh? Stand there with your mouth open like a moron.

Baby.

Baby?

Really?

Well played.

Yeah. I'm starving.

We got four cameras in the backyard. We ran the footage from sunup till we got

here. Check this out.

Found this at 237. Watch the window.

It's a muzzle flash.

Who's in there? What camera had the door? This is the only image we got.

Nobody coming in or out or in the yard?

Whoever shot Smithson knew where those cameras were placed and how to avoid

them.

This one's mine.

If you want one, I can make one for you.

We need to check Jolene and Hopper's alibis.

You know, hold on a second.

None of these cameras are hidden. Anyone can see them.

Guests, students coming here for tutoring, their parents, everybody.

Good point.

Thanks for your time, Mr. Bandino.

Thank you.

The victim, James Smithson, doesn't exist.

Passport's fake.

His references are bogus. I ran his prints through all the databases.

There's nothing.

Nothing at all.

Your friend Bandino didn't do much of a background check.

That's not like him.

He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he always did the legwork.

You think maybe he's holding something back, protecting his clients?

I'll check it out. Take Van Pelt.

Just stop worrying.

It's going to be fine with the new boss. I mean, sure, there'll be a settling in

period when she probes your psyche for weakness.

But once that's out of the way... Would you stop?

You're being so childish.

I think you're the one who's nervous.

Oh, that sounds perceptive. Let me think about that.

No, I find that I'm not. It's definitely you.

I'm going to go talk to Smithson's regular students and their parents. Fill

in some of these blanks. Good idea. Take him with you.

Come on.

So terrible.

Do you have any idea who did it? We're still investigating, Mrs. Blankman.

Now, the parents and students we've talked to all say he was a great tutor,

but not much else.

How well did you know Mr. Smithson?

Not that well.

James had only been tutoring my son for three, four months.

I'd drop off, pick up, you know, say hello.

He seemed nice.

Excuse me, Mrs. Blankman, I'm sorry.

Don't mean to interrupt.

I'm a little parched.

Could I bother you for a cup of tea?

Uh, sorry, I didn't offer you... Oh, no, no, no, please. I can get it. You're

shaking. Would you like a cup?

Joe, thanks.

Your son never mentioned anything.

Money problems, anything unusual.

They just studied.

Smells so good.

I went and made you one.

Lemongrass, my favorite.

Yeah, it's funny how smells work. They attach themselves to such specific

memories, you know, like the kitchen of a childhood home or having a cup of tea

with a lover.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, you and James were lovers.

Yes.

Oh,

you might not want to drink that. That's a little funky monkey.

What kind of background check did you do, Vic?

The usual.

Called his last employer, checked his credit.

No, James Smithson isn't James Smithson.

None of it's true.

Look, there's a limit to what I can do, you know? I'm not the CIA here. Oh, come

on, man. You used to be more gung-ho than that.

That's why I'm not a cop anymore.

Too stressful.

Unhealthy profession.

Yeah, no kidding.

You got anything?

No.

Seriously.

You hear about Hank Harrison?

39 years old, five years out from his pension, boom, heart attack.

Wife, two kids.

He had that bachelor party, remember?

I know.

Oh, come on. Sure you do.

Stripper was all over his case. I'm telling you.

I bet she was.

Oh, hey, you two like dating each other?

No, we're not.

No? Because you both looked a little weird just now. No.

We're talking about a murder here.

Yeah. Yeah, look, I'm sorry, all right? Uh, there is one thing.

A couple months ago, Hopper was working on this photo thing.

He, uh, he asked me to get him a gun.

Old-fashioned piece, like the FBI was using in some 60s movie he saw.

Like a .38?

Yeah, I guess. And we never got through that.

Turned him down. Told him if he wanted to light the movie, get a prop gun.

I don't know what he did in the end, but it's worth mentioning, right? Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

Thanks, man.

Appreciate it.

Absolutely. Thanks for your help.

No problem.

Hey, listen.

Let's say you and me go get a cup of coffee sometime.

No, thanks.

Huh? What's coffee?

I'm a nice guy, right, Riggs? See you later, Vic.

So, Smithson was a big ladies' man.

They both got solid alibis. Maggie Blankman's husband's been in Reno for

the last three days.

Maggie was at a direct possession from 2 to 4 p.m.

Double session.

Jane and I are going to go to Hopper's gallery and ask about the gun.

Hey.

Want a coffee?

No, thanks.

So what was her name?

Who? The stripper.

Oh, I... We could double date.

Me and Bandino.

You and your stripper.

I thought you... That's mean.

Kidding.

Oh, her name was Candy.

Oh, yeah, Sweet Candy with a K.

Do I own a gun? Yes, Mr. Banks,

38. Have you ever been in possession of one or owned one?

I never had a gun, any kind. I don't believe in them.

You're just not trying, are you?

I am.

You just can't read minds.

You close your eyes.

Okay, I'm the boss here.

Concentrate.

It's coming to me.

Chocolate.

Coconut.

Swirl. Huh?

Vanilla. Pam.

It's not funny.

Yeah, it is.

Hey, Dad, just getting ice cream.

Okay.

Would you mind taking a polygraph test?

No, why would I do that?

I'll give you this, Hopper. You have a very consistent vision.

Crazy, but consistent.

I wouldn't expect you to understand what I'm doing.

Let me give it a shot.

You enjoy taking possession of your wife, but only on camera, not in the

flesh. You were being cuckolded by James Smithson, and you let it happen. Why?

Impotence?

Masochism.

Homosexuality?

I'm not sure.

That's very perceptive, Mr. Jane.

You have a talent.

I do, thanks.

It's an easy call.

You're very attractive, but unhappy.

And accustomed to using your sexuality as a weapon. Did you use your sexuality

as a weapon against him?

Okay, you're done.

Now, go.

What does it take to get you mad, Hopper? Did Smithson rub your nose in

it? That's ridiculous.

What's wrong?

Nothing, honey.

These people were just leaving.

Yeah, we should leave.

How's the ice cream?

Good. Yeah.

Hard to beat the milk.

I know, I know. You were making stuff up to get the guy angry so you could get a

read on him, blah, blah, blah.

Truth is, you just didn't like the guy.

Well, that would be very unprofessional.

Um, could you take the next left, please?

Okay. Well, what did you read? Did he do it?

Take the next left, and I'll tell you.

Well? Well, maybe.

He had a good motive.

And maybe not. The red box didn't fit.

He picked up a tail?

Cul-de-sac

Nothing

You

sure?

Why are you following us?

Following you?

Shoot, I thought California was friendly.

I'm just trying to make a sale here at life insurance.

Cute young couple like yourselves.

You gotta think about the future, right?

You got kids yet?

That's a terrible accent.

Disguised British, yes?

Gotta work on your glottal stop.

His what?

The glottal stop. Can we see some identification, please?

Sure, it's in the car.

Put your hands on the car.

Now.

What's this about?

Turn around.

A stranger asks to see your ID. You ask them to show you theirs first.

Unless, of course, you're trying to hide something.

Quite right.

Quite right, Mr. Jane.

Who are you?

Francis Slocum.

Inspector Francis Slocum.

Scotland Yard, special branch.

Thank you.

I can't reach your contact at Scotland Yard.

Time difference.

Tricky one, that.

Yep. Francis Slocum. Registered at the Flamingo Motel. Where's Jane? Here.

Oh, thanks, lovely.

Did you check Liverpool's score?

Up 1-0, end of the first half.

Excellent. Where are the cucumber sandwiches? I'm being nice to him

because I think he might know.

What was in this? Oh, what about our search warrant that got killed?

For the murder weapon? You're not even a bit curious? After your performance at

the gallery, Banks made some phone calls. Now Judge Withers won't sign the

warrant. Oops, sorry.

She's a little cranky. New boss coming in. Enough with that.

Did his story check out? Nope.

About James Smithson.

His real name's Oliver Stans.

Nine months ago, he stole an extremely valuable artifact from the British

Museum. A pristine example of Greco-Roman art, circa 50 BC.

A wedding ring.

Said to belong to Cleopatra.

Given her by Mark Antony.

That's what was in the box.

It's a copy from the museum gift shop.

Stan's lifted the ring.

Replaced it with one of those.

What was he doing in the United States?

He knew we were building a case against him.

Changed his name, disappeared.

A week ago, we picked up Chatter.

That a dealer in stolen antiquities was going to buy the ring here. And send

someone to pick it up.

May I?

This is Lewis Anglet.

Go-to courier in the high-end stolen art market.

I followed him here.

Standing in the ring.

But arrived too late.

That's why I was following you.

Anglet has the ring now.

And I need to get back on the trail.

You're not going anywhere until your story checks out.

Whoever killed Stans killed him for the ring.

Ron, take Mr. Slocum to an interrogation room. Sit on him while I make a call.

Sure.

Slocum's right.

James Smithson is Oliver Stans.

A few minor arrests.

Narcotics possession charge, assault.

Looks like a bar fight.

And yes, a person of interest in the British museum theft.

Any next of kin?

A hospital called. They need someone to sign off on organ donation.

Stans' mother was a single parent. Died three years ago. No siblings.

Joe, come with me. We need to ask Slocum some questions.

His gun's gone.

Get a search started.

Ron, can you hear me?

FBI says he's got Laniard, but he's got nothing to do with this case.

Nine months ago, when the ring was lifted, he went off the reservation.

He's been tracking Sands ever since.

Hmm.

You think he helped with the robbery and Sands double-crossed him? No.

No, Slocum's just trying to get the ring back.

Why is the big question.

You two go to his motel room, see if you can find anything there that'll help us.

Okay.

Hey, no sign of Slocum. I got a grid search started.

This is perfect. It's perfect.

Agent Lisbon.

Madeline Hightower.

Special Agent Hightower. Welcome.

Thank you.

This is Patrick Jane.

The famous Mr. Jane.

Good to meet you.

You too.

I thought I'd have a nice quiet day today, but it seems like there's

trouble.

We lost somebody.

We're looking for him.

Then I'm sure you'll find him.

Let's talk in my office.

Give me a half hour to roll some calls. Yes, ma'am.

She likes you. I can tell.

Is that in worse places?

That's shocking.

Oh.

Oh, wow.

That is a good bed for a motel room. Very firm.

Uh-huh.

You, uh, you want to try it? Come on. What?

There's nobody here. We can lock the door. Nobody's looking.

Come on.

Wrong duty.

Yeah, I know.

Totally wrong.

Come on.

Hold that thought.

What you got?

Eureka. Yeah, eureka.

Does that mean you can get back here? This could be critical evidence.

Yes, it could be. But unless the critical evidence self-destructs in less

than ten seconds, I suggest you get yourself back here.

It's critical.

Fine.

Hey.

Room's good. Thank you.

Come in.

Ma'am, I assure you today's incident was not at all indicative of the unit's

overall confidence.

You had a bad day, Agent Lisbon.

You screwed up.

It happens.

Let's get to the work.

This judge, the one who changed his mind about giving us our search warrant.

Judge Withers, ma'am, he's kind of like a stubborn old wolf. Won't budge once he

takes a position. Trying to get him on the phone.

And he changed his mind because... He said we hadn't met the threshold.

Not what he said.

The real reason.

Patrick Jane insulted Hopper Banks, and Hopper Banks complained.

Jane has unusual methods. He closes cases. Yes, he does. He's a valuable

asset. We cannot afford to lose him.

The way I see it, it's you that's in the tricky spot.

Ma'am?

This Bureau has seen some tough times lately.

My mission is to turn that around and make the CBI the premier law enforcement

agency in this state.

Patrick Jane is a huge part of that goal.

If you can't keep him in line, we'll find someone who can.

Yes, ma'am.

You can go.

I'll give Judge Withers a call. I'll get you a warrant.

Hey, boss.

According to the information Slocum dug up, this Anglet doesn't just deal in

stolen antiquities. He's a hired gun.

Never indicted, but a prime suspect in three killings. And he hasn't left the

country. He's still here.

Multiple IDs, multiple arrests, but no jail time.

He's a slippery customer. He looks good for it. We don't even know where Anglet

is. What we do know is that every time Slocum opens his mouth, he lies. We've

got a bolo out on him.

In the meantime, let's just pursue the case we're developing.

Hopper Banks is still our prime suspect.

Let's check out his house for the gun. We don't have a search warrant.

We do now.

Hightower got with it. Fine, I'll fund it.

Hey. Hey, about the gun.

Did you find anything?

If you didn't, I hope you keep my name out of it. Go away, Mr. Bandino.

Nothing so far. I got some more guys coming. It's a big house.

Agent Lisbon, what is the CBI equivalent of Siberia? Because wherever it is,

that's where you're going. Hold that thought, Mr. Banks.

But I found it in the home office.

It's a picture of a prop.

It's a picture of a Colt Detective Special.

38 caliber, 4 inch barrel. Some kind of gun killed our victim. A prop!

Why don't we sort out which one in our office is Mr.

Banks?

Oh, Oliver, you idiot.

Who's that?

Come out, or I will shoot.

I checked for you.

Liverpool lost.

Bad season, huh?

Injuries.

You were expecting me there.

Nice work.

You dropped everything. You risked your...

Whole career to Find them before your colleagues at the yard. You followed us

after it was shot.

They're both Liverpool fans He's family Your son

Yeah, I saw I

Was no father to him

never married his mother

I never spent time with him at all, really.

But I kept track.

I tried.

And look at him now.

Look at my boy.

He was a brilliant young man.

From nothing, under his own steam, he got himself a scholarship to Cambridge

to study classics.

That's what got him invited to preview the museum's new collection.

And he stole the ring.

Yeah, it was an impulsive act.

He's not a thief. He's just a foolish, rebellious kid.

He took a copy of the ring in with him. It wasn't an impulsive act. It was a

plan.

He's not a thief.

You believe that?

Then that was your plan.

If you could just talk to him, he'd return the ring because he's...

As you say, not a thief.

I could have.

I've made it in time.

I could have done that.

And now you track down his killer and kill them.

Well, you know how that works.

I read all about you, Mr. Jane.

I know what happened to your family.

I've done enough in prison.

A.B.

I'm going to walk out of here, and you're going to let me.

Obviously, you're holding a gun, and I have no real reason to stop you.

Thanks for being sensible.

It's my middle name.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm having a private word with everyone here to kind of set this up.

Cool. Let's, uh... An excellent practice.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

I spoke to Lisbon yesterday.

Mm-hmm.

Told her how deeply I value your contribution to the Bureau.

Nice to hear.

I told her you two get to lose to some smart-ass move you might make that turns

bad.

I told her that if and when that happens, it's her neck.

You?

You're golden.

You're safe for anything short of murder.

Elizabeth, no.

You mess up, she's out of here.

Any questions?

Not that I can think of right now.

Good.

Thank you for your time.

I look forward to working with you.

Likewise.

Thank you.

See you around.

was illegal i just didn't want to get in trouble ironic where's the gun now

i have no idea i haven't seen it since the shoot which is what what did six

weeks ago i thought it might be somewhere in my studio but you guys

would have found it i guess maybe somebody stole it that's not very

credible it's the truth awesome yeah i was going through the files on banks's

laptop and i found this and this news telephone records

Cho, you mind?

All yours.

Mr. Banks, do you know anything about the theft of a ring at the British

Museum? Pete Patrick's wedding ring, supposedly?

No.

Why?

We checked your browser history on your office computer.

You looked up the theft of the ring two months ago.

Right after you let Stans move into your pool house.

Downloaded quite a bit about it.

I never did this.

You also made several phone calls to a man named Louis Anglet, who we believe

may have purchased the ring. Anglet?

I've never heard of him.

The calls are in your phone records.

I paid for overnight delivery.

I was told guaranteed delivery before 10 a.m. And it's not here yet.

Well, if it gets here by then, that'll be fine. Thank you.

No word on Slocum? Never despair.

Van Pelt brings hope.

We've been tracking this Anglet guy by his cell phone.

Off that, we got a bead on his credit card. The thing is, someone else is

tracking his purchases as well. Has to be Slocum.

And at three this afternoon, Anglet has a massage booked at the Blue Willow Spa

right here in downtown Sacramento.

Mm-hmm.

And chances are... Slocum will show up.

I got Anglet.

Bottle of water, please.

I see Slocum.

Anglet.

I've got a question for you.

Oh, sorry. I think you have the wrong guy.

Did you kill my boy?

No. Did you kill my boy? Get off me.

Oh, it made me so red.

I'll end up in prison just like you predicted.

Very foolish.

Oh.

It's human nature.

It made me realize revenge is not for me.

Pointless. More violence is just more violence. It doesn't make anything any

better. Maybe.

Not so... You're booked on the 8 o'clock to London tomorrow morning. Take it and

there'll be no charges pending.

Thank you.

I don't want to see you again.

Clear? Oh, yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Hi, I'm going to need a signature on this.

That's mine.

Yep.

Francis Slocum, the man who was trying to kill you?

Why was that?

I have no idea.

We know that Slocum was tracking you. We know that you came here for the ring.

This ring must be very important.

Ingrid's lawyer's here.

What kind of ring is it?

Agent Lisbon.

Excuse me.

He's tough.

There's a reason why he hasn't been to jail.

That's his attorney.

Probably gets about $1,500 an hour.

Let's spend a little time with him.

Run up the meter.

Excuse me, I'm Agent Louisville. Would you come to my office with me, please?

You don't look like my lawyer. I'll take that as a compliment.

I'm not going to answer any more questions. No more questions.

I know you didn't kill Stans. You're too smart for that. But what you did do is

you bought Cleopatra's wedding ring from his killer.

Oh, the Cleopatra.

And here's what you got.

One of these.

$39 fake keys.

Considerably more if you have to get the overnight delivery.

Not your fault?

No reason to think it was a fake, obviously.

Stance did steal the ring.

That's why it's such a great scam.

He can sell the same ring over and over.

Now, the person you bought the ring for, I'm guessing they paid more than $39 for

it.

How much did they pay for it?

Huh?

$200,000?

More?

More than two.

Oh.

I think they're going to be pretty mad when they find out it's a fake.

Oh, what do you think?

Oh, man.

You can go now, Mr. Englert. Your attorney's waiting.

See ya.

You stay.

Oh, I'm staying.

The phone and internet evidence suggests that Hopper Kill stands for the ring and

sold it to Anglet.

Yes, it does suggest that.

So you just put Hopper in a great deal of danger.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's your considered reply?

Yep.

Put a guard on Hopper ASAP. We'll do this.

You know, this is exactly the kind of scenario we talked about.

Didn't think we'd get there so soon.

Your buddy's on the line, Agent Lisbon.

What did you do? Paid way too much for overnight delivery.

Maybe we should consider... Protective custody?

No. No way.

I'll put a team together, sir.

Full protection, 24-7, my four best guys.

Mr. Banks, you don't understand. Sure I do. You people convinced Anglet that I

cheated him, and then turned him loose to kill me.

That pretty much how it goes?

Yeah, that's pretty much how it goes. But for the record, Agent Lisbon had

absolutely nothing to do with this.

How gallant. It was all my idea. And we could have held Anglet if you were man

enough to admit selling him the ring in the first place. That's it. Get out.

You better pray nothing happens to my family.

I want the real ring now.

What are you talking about?

I gave it to you.

You sold me the fake. I want the real one now. I gave you the real one, all

right? But trust me, I'll put a gun on that guy's face.

There's no way to hand over a fake.

Put the gun down!

Drop the gun! All right, all right, all right! Hey, what'd I do? I just helped

you catch the guy. Put it down now!

All right, relax.

On the ground!

Put your hands on the ground!

Get the trap and they all go!

See you guys.

Victor Bandino, you're under arrest for the murder of Olive Stance.

You think being a cop's stressful?

Try being a cop in prison.

Get in the car.

I know my job.

I do good background checks.

I found out this missing was Willie Stance.

I found out about the ring. I approached him. We talked.

He couldn't sell the room. It was too hot.

But I know some people who know some people. They put me in touch with

Anglet, and that was it.

I broke the deal.

Why'd you kill Stans?

He changed his mind.

Didn't want to sell it.

At the last minute, the idiot wanted to confess, return it to the museum.

What was I supposed to do? You shot him.

I had no choice.

It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Right.

No premeditation, no death penalty.

Only thing, you planned ahead.

You planted the phone and internet evidence on Hopper Banks. It doesn't

look good.

Well, it appears I was wrong about your son. He wasn't a thief. He wanted to

return the ring.

I would cut a deal, trade it for his freedom.

Way of the world.

Yeah, it doesn't feel any better.

Knowing you killed him, knowing you'll be punished, doesn't make a damn bit of

difference.

I thought it would.

But this is what he wanted.

I can give that to him now, thanks to you.

I better not miss my plane.

Time to say goodbye.

Yeah, goodbye.

I wasn't going to hug you. I know.

Just making sure.

Comfortable?

I'm getting there, yeah.

Regarding Agents Rigsby and Van Pelt, they're in a romantic relationship.

What? I mean, romantic? You're too good of a cop not to have noticed.

And since you haven't done anything about it, I'm going to have to take

action myself.

I just wanted to let you know first.

Good night.

Good night.

She's good.