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Sophie.

Mm.

Do you think you could
persuade your sister

to make at least
a token appearance?

I doubt it.

Please try.

Sure, mom.

Okay.

Oh, how are you?
Good to see you.

Abs?

Abs?

Abby, are you awake?

Ohh!

Aah!

Yeah.
All right. All right.

I'm heading through
the front entrance right now.

What's your 20?

Hey, boss.

Victim's name is Austin Marr.
23. Multiple stab wounds.

Killed in the guesthouse
last night around 2:00 A.M.

What's with all the security?

Well, the house belongs
to a federal judge

named Pauline Fitzwilliam.

Her mother just died. Lot of
V.I.P.s are here for the wake.

Stiff security for a wake.

Where's Jane?

Who knows? He can catch up
when he gets here.

I was looking for Abby.

I didn't even know
Austin was in the house.

He doesn't live here?

No. He's Abby's boyfriend.

He's sweet and gentle.

Who would do this to him?

I need you to stay
with me, Sophie.

Okay.

Does Austin have family
in the area?

No.

Sophie, do you know
where Austin works?

I'm not sure. He's...

He's an illustrator
for children's books.

And how was
his relationship with Abby?

They were in love.

Austin treated her
like gold.

When was the last time
you saw your sister?

Yesterday afternoon.

Where is she?
What's happened to her?

That's what we're trying
to figure out.

We'll let you know as soon
as find anything out.

Thank you for your time.

But she's okay, right?
'Cause she's my baby sister.

- We'll let you know.
- Okay.

I talked to security.

They say they've got a sealed
perimeter around the estate.

No one goes in or out
unless it's through them.

Abby came in yesterday morning
at 8:40, but there's no record

that she left.

So she's still in the house?

That's the thing.

Local P.D. and security
searched the property--

every building, every room.
They can't find her anywhere.

Well, maybe she left
with someone.

Security's saying no.
They check everyone that leaves.

They even search their cars.

So Abby's missing, but security
says she never left?

I was having
such a good day.

Cho, check out Austin--
home, work, other friends.

Van Pelt, get with security.
I want the names of everybody

who was on the property at the
time of death, and I want to talk to 'em.

On it.

Uh, and if you see Jane,
tell him he's officially tardy.

All metals items
in the plastic bins.

Uh, I'm with CBI.

I'm in a hurry.
I'm just gonna go around.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where's your badge?

Uh...
You just grabbed my arm.

Oh,
maybe you didn't hear me.

Marcus Whiteside--Security Chief
here. Where's your badge?

That's my badge.

Okay, then.
Now go through the gate.

Where's your badge?

Are we gonna have
a problem here?

No. Not at all.
I'm just asking.

Through the gate.

I'm one of the good guys
here, man.

I'm--I'm here to help.

Family, friends, CBI--everyone
goes through the gate. Got it?

I got it. That means you go
through the gate, too?

- Absolutely.
- Okay. Then...

Marcus, please, be my guest.
After you. The least I could do.

Hmm.

Uh, you know, I-I may...

Can I just... please?
Thank you.

Mm.

Seems to be working.

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Come on. I want a bite.
Come on. Just give me a bite.

No. You don't deserve it.
I just want one bite.

Well, maybe I'm just gonna
have to take it then.

Then take it. No?

I love you so much.
I love you, too.

Oh. You hear that?
She loves me.

I know
what's happened here.

What's that, judge?

Three months ago I sentenced
a man named Raymond Tubbs

to 40 years
without parole.

He's a white supremacist,
runs a gang

that's been robbing banks
up and down the coast.

Mr. Tubbs swore he would
kill me and my family,

so obviously
someone working for him

killed poor Austin

and took Abby.

But your security team says
nobody entered the compound.

Well, they also said
Abby must still be here,

and they've searched
and haven't found her,

so obviously they're wrong
in some respects.

Where's Tubbs doing time?

Folsom.
That doesn't stop him.

Last month he sent
a member of his gang

to break into our house.

That's when
we stepped up security.

Did your forensics get anything
from the crime scene?

Ma'am, we prefer not to give
details of our investigation

until it's compl--
Agent, I was a D.A. for 12 years.

I can pick up the phone
and find out what you've got,

or you can just tell me.

Partial prints on the murder
weapon and Austin's blood.

We're running it now.

Fine.

You'll find that it belongs
to someone working for Tubbs.

You track him,
you will find Abby.

We'll look into Tubbs,

but there are other avenues
to explore.

Such as?

Ma'am,
I-in a matter of course,

we looked
into Abby's background.

She has issues
with drug and alcohol abuse.

Had issues.
She's been clean for months,

and what has that to do
with this situation?

Parents aren't always the first
to know about a relapse,

and drug dealers are
dangerous company.

Abby was clean and sober.

And Austin?

He was the same.

And how was
their relationship lately?

It was good.

There were wounds
on his face--

fingernail scratches,

which suggests
he had a fight with a female

shortly before
he was killed.

Are you suggesting

that Abby fought
with Austin

and then killed him?

Like I said, ma'am,
other avenues to explore.

Agent, if my daughter
comes to harm

because you frittered away
your time

looking
into her personal life,

your career is over.

Do you understand me?

Ma'am,
I understand your distress

during this difficult time,

but we'll go wherever
this investigation takes us.

It's my duty.

Ah.

Can I help you?

Well, that depends.

Who are you?

Ed Saban.

- Uh, I just...
- Oh. And you are?

Patrick Jane, CBI.

Oh, I-I spoke with
one of your colleagues--

uh, Van Pelt, I believe.

Does that mean you've had
enough of questions?

Uh...N-no.
That--that's not what I--

Good.
Where were you last night?

Uh... here.

Uh, I-in bed.

I... I was tired
from working all day

and took a sleeping pill.

Hmm.

I'm not actually a cop.

I'm what you, uh,
would refer to

as a... consultant.

Oh. Funny.

No.

You have
a distinctly medical air.

Are you a family doctor?

Uh, Ethel's. I, uh, I took care
of her the last year or so.

Oops.

Ethel was 93. I think,
all things considered,

we gave her
a reasonably peaceful end.

Mm.

So what do you think's
happened to Abby?

Who?

Abigail Fitzwilliam--
uh, Ethel's granddaughter.

Oh, Abby. Yeah.
What about her?

She's missing, I-isn't she?

Is she?
Do the police know?

You're joking again.

Yes.

How would you describe
Abby?

Oh, uh...

A good-hearted young woman.

Full of life. Vivacious.

Oh. Uh, excuse me.
I have a...

Um, please?

Oh. Uh...

Lisbon, hello.

Jane, where are you?

I'm just talking with
the family doctor here.

He says our missing girl

is an unstable nymphomaniacal
stoner. Interesting, no?

Uh, I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.
You practically screamed it.

I'm at the front door now.
Meet me here.

Yeah. I-I'll be right there.
Thanks for your time.

No sign of the girl?

No, and the security
people say she couldn't have

possibly left the property
without their knowledge.

We should see if she was sleeping with
any of the security people.

It's a thought.

And the mom says Neo-nazis
staged a raid, but security said

nobody came on the property,
so puzzle that out.

Give me a minute.

Cho. Yeah, I need you
to check out Raymond Tubbs.

He's in federal prison
in Folsom.

Yeah, talk to him, see what he
knows about the Fitzwilliams.

Also, did you get anything on
those fingerprints? Let me know.

Okay. Minute's up.
What's the answer?

That was not a minute. That was
less than 30 seconds, even.

You are something else.

Agent Lisbon, you said that,
um, if you found anything,

you'd let me know.
Have you?

No, Sophie. I'm sorry.

- I got it.
- What?

You asked me to puzzle it out.
I puzzled it out.

What? What is it?

Uh, well, there's been
no ransom demand,

so that rules out abduction,

leaves three options
for your sister's disappearance.

One, she was killed and her body
was removed from the compound.

Two, she was killed and her body
was hidden on the compound.

Or three, she killed Austin
and fled the scene.

No, that can't be.

You're hiding something.

What? No?

Obviously something about
your sister. What is it?

No.

Oh, come on.
You can tell me.

You don't know Abby.
She would never hurt Austin.

You want to believe that,

but you know it's not true,
don't you?

You ever notice that feeling,

that physical unwell feeling
you get

when you know you should say
or do something and you don't?

Heart pounds,
headache, backache.

You can feel better...

Immediately...

If you tell the truth...

Right now.

Yesterday I went to
the guesthouse to see Abby.

Mm-hmm.

Austin was there,
and they were arguing.

I have never seen them
like that.

Abby tried to leave,

and Austin started
to shake her,

and he was yelling at her
and shaking her.

What did Abby do?

She hit him in the face.

Yeah.
He was bleeding.

Then what happened?

I don't know. I left.

Excuse me.

Of course.

Well, thank you, Sophie.
That was very valuable.

Now you should take
a little lie-down,

maybe catch up on some sleep.

Okay.

When you wake up,
you're gonna feel a lot better.

Thank you.

Forensics got a match
from the prints

from the knife that was used
as the murder weapon.

They're Abby's.

I'm telling you, Abby did not
leave that compound.

You and your men searched
the house and the grounds.

She wasn't there?
Is it possible that

there's a hole in the system?

There are cameras, regular
patrols, and motion sensors.

It's just not possible.

We'll have to search
the place again is all.

We must've missed her.

First things first.

Could somebody in the family
have helped Abby escape?

None of them have access

to the security system,
not even Pauline.

What about your men?
Are any of them vulnerabilities?

They're ex-military
and law enforcement.

I handpicked them myself.

We're gonna need a list
of their names.

You're wasting your time.

You should be talking
to all the people

who were on the compound
when Austin was killed.

We have talked to them. Six in
total, not including Abby--

Pauline, Sophie, Ed Saban,
two maids, Ethel's cousin Ruth.

We're looking
into all of them,

but right now

what I am interested in
is finding Abby.

So Abby and Austin
have a fight,

and then later on
that night, she kills him?

That's what it looks like.

Still doesn't explain
how she got off the estate.

When we find Abby,
we'll have our answer.

Whiteside sent me
a list of the names

of his security team.

Run background checks on them.
See if anything comes up.

Yeah, you got it.

Hey, boss. Abby Fitzwilliam
used her credit card

three hours ago at a boutique
in San Francisco.

The store faxed over
an itemized receipt.

Let's go check it out.

"Marin Life" magazine?

Mm. It's a good read.

Abby liked to party,
just like the doctor said.

She and her posse are
all through this.

The point is...

I'm exploring the world
of the suspect.

Well, you enjoy exploring.

We'll go get on her trail
and arrest her.

What did Abby buy
at the store?

Um... skirt suit, blazer,
and a Tumi bag. Why?

No reason.

She was in a few hours ago.

Okay...

She spent $800 on a skirt suit,
blazer, and a handbag.

- Okay. Mm... uh...
- Here's her picture.

Oh, yeah. I remember.
Blonder, though.

- Was she with anyone?
- No.

Do you remember
anything else about her?

Fierce shoes.
Oh! She left an address.

Jacket needed altering.

Do you want it?

Yes.

Put your badge away.

If she thinks we're cops,
she might run.

I don't feel like
running.

Hi.

We have
a delivery from L Couturier.

You want to open the door?
She's lying.

Abby Fitzwilliam,
you're under arrest.

I'm not Abby.

Put your hands
in the air now!

Lisbon, Grace,
where's your manners?

This is Daniella,
Abby's best friend.

Come in. Have a seat.

Okay. You win.
How'd you find Daniella?

What's my prize?

Abby Fitzwilliam is a party girl
with a rebellious streak.

She dresses like one.
Lots of animal prints.

The receipt.

Skirt suit, blazer, Tumi bag.
Very East Coast Prep.

No way Abby would've
bought any of that.

Daniella is the only one
of Abby's friends

with that, uh,
appropriate sense of style.

How'd you find her?

E.S.P.

No, I had Cho look up
her address.

Why did you steal
Abby's credit card?

I didn't. She loaned it to me.
She was a good friend.

I have friends, Daniella.

I don't loan them
my credit card.

Well, what can I say?
Abby is generous.

I have a job interview
in a few days.

She said I needed to look
my best.

She always
helped me when I needed it.

Even if I said no,
she wouldn't listen.

It's true.

Ask around. She did it
for lots of people.

When did she give you
the card?

Um... three days ago.

The day
before she went missing?

Abby called me and told me
her grandma was really sick

and that she wasn't gonna
last much longer.

I went over to be with her.

How'd she seem?

She was sad.

Crying a lot.

She and her grandma were
really close.

And she was drinking.

It was--it was just wine,
but still.

I told her I didn't think
it was a good idea.

You know, she had problems
with that kind of stuff.

Was Austin there?

No. Abby wouldn't have been
drinking if he was.

Austin's
totally straight-edged.

He got her sober.

The night Abby went missing,
where were you?

In L.A. for work.

Boss, need you out here.

I said Mr. Jane.
I want to talk to Mr. Jane.

Where is he?

I turned my back for a second.
You know how he is.

He's not here right now, Sophie.
What's the problem?

I, um, I got this message.
I don't know what it means.

What message?
What are you talking about?

Tell your bitch mom
that's what she gets

for messing
with Raymond Tubbs.

Your sister and her friend were
just the beginning.

You will reap the whirlwind.
Eight, eight.

I've never heard
that voice before.

"Eight, eight"?
What does that mean?

It's a code used
by white supremacists.

The eighth letter
of the alphabet. "H," "h"--

Heil Hitler.

It's blocked. Sophie,
we're gonna need your phone

for a little while.
Get a trace on it.

Yeah, you got it.

You said Abby did this.
You said her fingerprint

was on the knife.

We don't know what this means,
but right now you

shouldn't be alone. I'm gonna
have an Agent bring you home.

What about Abby? Did these
people do something to her?

That's what we're gonna
find out. Come with me.

Okay.

Raymond Tubbs?

Yeah. Who are you?

I'm Agent Cho from the CBI.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

about Pauline Fitzwilliam.

What about her?

A man was killed
on the Fitzwilliam compound.

A family member is missing.

Another family member
received a voice mail.

It said, "that's what you get
for messing with Raymond Tubbs""

Leadership's a bitch, huh?

You try to keep your folks
on point,

and then some darn fool
opens his mouth.

Where you hail from,
Agent Cho?

Oakland.

Okay.

Where are your parents from?

Korea.

Koreans. Good people.
Know who they are.

A lot of people today don't
know who the heck they are.

A man without knowledge of
his roots is like a cabbage

in this society.

That's true.
So you deny any connection

to the incidents
at the Fitzwilliam compound?

Heck, no.

There's an Aryan soldier
who honors and respects me

inside the compound. He carried
out the mission for me.

I'm just saying I wouldn't
call anyone about it.

That's just dumb.

But I guess there's
a dummy in any group,

right, Agent Cho?

Mr. Jane, may I ask--

Marcus, if I wanted
to break into this compound,

where would be
the best place to do it?

Excuse me?

Where's the weak link?

This property is
100% secure.

When you learned someone had
been murdered in the guesthouse,

something popped
into your mind--

an image of a location you've
been worried about, a weakness.

What was it?

No.

Yes.

It's nothing, but, uh...

Go on.

North wall.

Property bends
around a gully.

Curve in the wall makes it
hard for the sensors

to pick up movement.

Okay.

You'll need to go
through the gate.

Okay. Of course.

This Aryan soldier--
give me a name.

Yeah. No.
Why would I do that?

You've had your revenge already.
Why not give up your man?

Life could be a lot easier
for you in here

if we tell the warden
you're helping us out.

Extra smokes, more yard time?

Yeah. Like that.
Flat screen TV maybe.

You don't understand.

There's honor
among us race warriors.

Loyalty.

Brotherhood.

Yeah, right.

What do you mean,
"yeah, right"?

It means
you're wasting my time.

You have no one
inside the compound.

There are no Aryan warriors
out there awaiting your orders.

You're a sad little man
alone in a box,

living
on delusions of grandeur.

You are 100% wrong.

I got an army behind me.
An army!

And I got a guy inside.

No, you don't.

Hey, wait a minute!

Howard Dressler is
his name--

my guy. Inside.

So choke on that, Cho.

Thanks.

Heil Hitler.

Blood pressure's still high.
So's your heart rate.

I'm gonna give you a Xanax
to help calm you down.

I don't want any medication.
Not today.

Oh.

Any word on Abby?

No.

Then if you'll excuse me,

my mother's funeral
is this afternoon,

and I really need
to finish her eulogy.

I'll come back later.

Thank you, Ed.

So you're holding
the service here?

Yes. She's being buried on
the property beside my father.

Surprising
you're going ahead with it,

given recent events.

What would you have me do,
Mr. Jane?

I'm sorry if I'm not behaving
the way you think I should.

It's not every day
my mother dies

and my daughter goes
missing.

Now if there's...

Anything else you need...

No.

Good.

Because I really
must finish this.

By all means.

Hmm.

That's a beautiful rug.

Thank you.

It's very nice.

Held up well, especially
having kids in the house.

That's because I never let
the girls play on it.

You said that,

but Abby didn't listen
to you, did she?

No.

Whatever she was told
not to do,

that's exactly
what she would do.

Always contrary.

Hard for someone like you
to handle, I imagine.

Someone like me?

Disciplined. Rigorous.

Wound. You are wound.

It wasn't all bad.

She's a beautiful girl.

She's strong and funny...

And we'd grown apart
these past few years

because...

Well, ever since
my husband died,

but even so,

there were times when
Abby and I were together,

and it was as if
she were a girl again,

and... we were happy.

She's dead, isn't she?

My daughter's dead.

It's not unlikely.

Excuse me.

What's this?

Visitor logs
from the security team--

every person who entered
and left the compound

over
the last three months.

Lisbon wants us
to look through 'em.

Raymond Tubbs said he had
a man named Howard Dressler

inside the compound.

Is that new?

Oh.

Yes.

It's a gift?

Uh-huh.

From O'Laughlin, huh?

Uh-huh.

He has good taste.

Thanks.

What was that name again?

Uh, Howard Dressler.

Got him.

Nice.

What's up?
We found Howard Dressler.

He tried to run,
but we caught him.

We're gonna take him in
now for questioning.

Nice work. I'll call you back.
What's going on?

Perimeter sensor's
been tripped.

Someone's trying to break
onto the compound. Got it.

CBI!

Don't move!

Turn around slowly
with your hands up.

Jane?

Hey, Lisbon.

When did you get here?

Hey, hey, hey.

Good morning.

How are you guys doing today?

I, myself...

Am having a great day.

I got a call
from a Pauline Fitzwilliam,

a federal judge...

Fitzwilliam,

saying that a CBI consultant

was caught stealing a rug
from her residence.

Ma'am,
I sincerely apologize--

Oh, hush, Lisbon.
There's no reason to apologize.

I was working the case.
The rug was a stand-in corpse.

I just wanted to see
if it was possible

for the killer to leave
the compound with Abby's body.

And is it possible?

Not unless the culprit
was a mountain gorilla.

So now you've had your fun,
to no useful end,

and now she's asking me
to remove you from the case.

Is there any reason why
I shouldn't do as she asks?

She's a suspect.

Really?

She hasn't been excluded,
has she?

Then she's still a suspect,

and it would look bad

to be seen allowing
a murder suspect

dictate the terms
of an investigation,

right?

Is this true, Lisbon?

Is she a suspect?

She has not been excluded.

Okay.

I'll give you
some more rope.

Don't hang yourself
with it.

And, you know,
next time call me

when you want to do
some more foolishness.

"Foolishness," I think,
is a little harsh. I would--

Go.

Okay, I'm leaving.

I have your numbers.

Come on, Howard.
Don't lie to me.

Already spoke
to Raymond Tubbs.

Raymond Tubbs?

What about him?

Well, you tell me.

He's an American patriot.

I subscribe
to some of his newsletters.

There's no crime in that.

Well, Tubbs says you're his guy
inside the Fitzwilliam compound.

Says that
you're the, uh...

"Aryan warrior that avenged
his unjust imprisonment,"

killed Austin Marr.

Whoa. I had nothing
to do with that.

Okay. If you say so.

But you can
see how it looks. Not good.

No, no, no.

I keep my business and my
politics totally separate.

Oh, the Third Reich
Pool Cleaning Company

doesn't play so good, huh?

I've exchanged
a few e-mails with Tubbs.

That's all.

If he says any different,
he's lying.

I got immunity for what
I say in here, right?

No.

Okay.

Occasionally...

I got stuff for Abby.

Stuff? You sold her drugs?

A little coke. Some meth.

When was the last time
you scored for her?

Not for a couple of months,

but then the other day
she hit me up.

She was in a real bad way.

She asked me for an eight ball
and some downers.

It took me a few days,
but I got 'em.

But the morning I showed up,
there was cops everywhere.

I didn't even get
to give 'em to her.

Look, I know I screwed up,

but I didn't kill Austin.

There was a useful end,
by the way.

We now know for sure that nobody
entered or left the property

the night of the murder,
so she must've been murdered

in the guest room
along with Austin.

Then the killer hid
her body.

We searched.
She's not on the compound.

You searched for
a living, breathing woman

and not a dead body.
Big difference.

Why would the killer hide
one victim

and leave the other one
behind?

Good question.

We'll search the property
again.

This time we'll get cadaver dogs
and more personnel.

No need. I know exactly
where the body is hidden.

Wait. Wait.
What are you gonna do?

Just talk.

But they're in the middle
of the funeral.

You can't just walk
in there Willy-nilly.

Yeah. That's right.

Thank you.

I forgot
to call Hightower.

Hightower? Why?

Voice mail.
Hey, Hightower. It's Jane.

Just wanted to let you know
that, uh, there's gonna be

what you like to call
"foolishness" going on

at Ethel Sebring's funeral.
That's it. Have a great day.

She told me to call.

Better hurry.

Jane.

Jane.

God, our father,

your power brings us to birth.

Your Providence guides
our lives,

and by your command,
we return to dust.

Unite us together in one family

to sing your praise forever
and ever. Amen.

In the name of the father
and of the son

and of the holy spirit, amen.
Amen. Thank you, father.

Uh, good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Patrick Jane.

For those of you
who don't know me,

I am a consultant with the CBI.

I know that
you're all here today

to mourn the loss
of Ethel Sebring,

but I have
a very important announcement

that simply can't wait.
What is the meaning of this?

Uh, just bear with me,
please, for one moment.

Well, there's no easy way
to say this,

so I'm just gonna
come straight out with it.

Abby Fitzwilliam is dead.

No.

Yeah, it's true, Sophie. I'm--
I'm very sorry for your loss.

How?

We don't know all the details
as yet,

but we will know very soon.

Where is she?

She's hidden
in your grandmother's casket.

What?

It's quite clever, actually.

It's--it's one place
you wouldn't look for a body,

other than the obvious
exception, of course.

Are you playing some sort
of demented joke?

I wish I could say I was.

Uh...

They were both small women.

They could fit comfortably
together in this box.

The only way
we can tell for sure

is if we, uh...

Well, we're gonna have to
take a quick peek.

Um, we--we will do it
inside.

Uh, Dr. Saban
will oversee proceedings

to make sure
that everything is shipshape.

Agent, have you no control
over this buffoon?

Lisbon, trust me. You gotta
trust me on this one.

Mr. Jane is making
a valid point.

Ma'am, you know more
about the law than we do.

We can get a warrant,

but I think this will be quicker
and less intrusive,

with all due respect.

This is wrong.

Oh, please.

Ethel was dignified in life.

She'd want to remain so
in death.

Doctor, you of all people,

should know there's nothing
dignified about death.

What's going on?

Oh. You got my message?

Ma'am, everything is
under control.

What's he doing to that casket?

Well, that's what
I was calling you about.

Opening it? Jane says
that Abby Fitzwilliam's body

is in the casket.

Oh, my God.
Have you gone completely insane?

No, I don't think so.

There we go.

Pauline, are you sure
you wanna do this?

Just get it over with.

What?

Oh.

Oh, no.

Ohh.

The guests have been sent home.
The funeral's been postponed.

- I hope you're happy.
- Oh, it doesn't make sense.

Abby's body is not
in this coffin. You promised me.

Yeah, I thought she was. I was
certain that she was in there.

Well, you were wrong.

Well, it doesn't make sense
that I was wrong.

Stop saying that. But this is the
perfect place to hide the body.

It's the one place
that no one would think to look.

Jane, that's enough.

No, w--she's on this compound.
I know that.

- I know that she's on this compound.
- Jane.

We need to get the sniffer dogs
and the helicopters and--

'cause she is here.
I am so sorry.

Sorry.

Okay. All right. Um...

At first light tomorrow,

I want you to start

a comprehensive search
for Abby's body.

If she's here, find her.

She's here.

Lisbon,
what were you thinking?

It was--
no excuses, ma'am.

He asked me to trust him,
and I did.

Your job is not to trust him.

Your job is to trust
your judgment, not his.

That poor woman was
in the ground.

Not in the ground,
but on her way.

I mean,
aren't we all on our way?

You have messed

with the funeral of a high court
judge's mother on the very day

she finds out that her daughter
is most likely dead.

That is a very bad career move
for all of us.

Sorry if I got you guys
into trouble. I made a mistake.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Say that again.

I made a mistake. I said it
twice. I won't say it again.

Because it just now occurs to me
that perhaps I'll be proven

not quite as wrong as I appear
to be in this very moment.

Is that right?

Yes. In fact, I'm sure of it.

So don't worry.
Your careers are safe.

Judge Fitzwilliam
will change her tune

once I reveal her daughter's
killer. Won't she?

I imagine she will. When do
you plan on doing that?

This very evening.

This very night?

But you have to trust me.

Right. And what
if you're wrong again?

Well, if I'm wrong,
then we're in deep trouble.

But what are the chances,
really,

of me being wrong
twice in a row?

Think about that one.

Of course, if either of you
have a better idea

how to find Abby's body
and catch her killer, please,

these are not taxi doors.
They're ears.

It's not gonna
work unless you're quiet.

I can't keep quiet.

My legs are asleep.

What do you mean,
your legs are asleep?

Legs don't sleep.

It's absurd. I don't know
why people say that.

Oh, damn.

Damn.

Where the hell is it?

Hello?

What's up, Doc?

Put your hands in the air!

Sorry.

Did we scare you?

You hid Abby's body, and not
Austin's, because you had to.

Evidence of your guilt
was inside Abby.

Come on. We both know
the autopsy will confirm it.

You were giving Abby drugs.

A few days before Ethel died,

Abby relapsed.

She was an addict.

She was either
gonna get her drugs

from me or from the street.

Shh.

I was managing
her addiction.

You'll feel better
after this.

It's recognized
therapeutic practice.

For which you were paid.

Well, yes, of course.
I'm a doctor.

Of course. So you weren't
doing it to help Abby out.

You were doing it
for the money.

With Ethel dying, you needed
a new source of income.

Then along came Abby,
a rich, young addict.

Abby.

Abby, it's okay.

You're okay.

You're okay. Abby.

Abby, stay with me. Abby.

She O.D.'ed so fast.

I couldn't save her.

Austin came back.

What's going on?
Saw what had happened.

What--what'd you do to her?

He was gonna go to the police,
turn me in.

My whole life was over

if he made that call.

I picked up the knife,

just to stop him,
not to hurt him.

I wasn't thinking.

Oh, God.

I figured if I made it
look like Abby did it...

People would believe it.

I knew if they found
Abby's body,

they'd find the drugs
in her system,

so I hid her in my room,

in the closet.

I was so scared when the police
came to search the house.

I was sure they'd find her.

You took advantage of Abby.

She trusted you,

and you preyed on her
in her weakest moment.

She never had a chance.

Hey.

Mm?

So I just talked
to Judge Fitzwilliam.

And?

And she says that
if you will apologize

for the cavalier manner

with which you disrupted
her mother's burial,

she will not pursue
disciplinary action against you

or Lisbon or myself.

Hmm. Tell her Jane says

she's a self-righteous,
embittered old bat,

and she should thank me.

Oh, God, Jane, please.

You're right, Mr. Jane.

I came here for an apology,

but I realize now I was wrong
to stand on my dignity.

I am embittered.

And your arrogant, callous,
juvenile behavior

did reveal the truth after all,
so...

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Good evening to you.

Good evening.

Sorry.

Okay, then.

Everyone's happy.

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