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Ah.

Morning.

Helicopter company. Cool.

I see no yellow tape, no solemn
cops. Why are we here, Lisbon?

I don't know, Jane.

All I know is the director
called me at 4:30 a.m.

And asked me to handle this
personally, whatever this is.

And you just do whatever
the director says, no questions asked?

Uh, he's the director.

Okay, well, call me
when you figure it out.

Hey. Wait. No, he asked
for you specifically, too.

I take this nap
for freedom, Lisbon,

for every little guy
who has a dream.

Nap later.
Now we fight crime.

No. I'm napping now.

Agent Lisbon. Mr. Jane.

Hi. Garth Drucker, Head of Security
for Mr. Bajoran.

Guess I nap for freedom
a little later.

Our C.E.O. Yuri Bajoran received
a call just after midnight.

It was a computerized voice
telling him to put his affairs

in order and that he'd be killed
in the next 24 hours.

Hang on. Wait.
A death threat?

Ahem.

Usually we only get the case

once there's actually
been, uh, a death,

so your boss, Mr. Bajoran, has
obviously pulled some strings

to get us here.

No. No. Mr. Bajoran didn't want
the police. He was adamant.

Well, someone asked

for Agent Lisbon and me
specifically,

and that someone must be
very powerful,

probably very rich,
someone like, uh--

Walter Mashburn?

Thank heavens you're here,
Patrick and Agent...

- Lisbon.
- Lisbon. Right.

Good to see you.

- Did you bring us here?
- I did.

Poor Yuri's in danger.

Now I'm acquiring
his company today,

and I can't have him expire
before he signs the contract.

You know them?

Oh, just a little
misunderstanding last year.

For a brief moment, uh,

Walter was a murder suspect
in one of our cases.

Didn't do it.

No. Didn't do it.

Mr. Mashburn,
we're sworn officers of the law.

We're not your own personal
private investigators.

Well, when I heard
Yuri was in trouble,

naturally I wanted the best
in law enforcement.

I take the threat against him
very seriously.

Right, Yuri?

Let's sign the contract,
Walter.

I want to start spending
my new fortune.

Yuri Bajoran.

Don't make yourself comfortable.
You won't be here long.

I'm Agent Lisbon, Mr. Bajoran.
We're here about the threat.

Forget the threat. It's a prank,
a scam. I'm a wealthy man.

I get threats. End of story.

No. He's worried.

It's fascinating how
this man can read people.

Like magic, really.
Wish I had the skill.

I doubt the insights
of a state employee

are all that remarkable.

Let's go, Walter.

Uh,
you're former military,

uh, ex-Special Forces
from some Baltic nation,

possibly,
uh, former K.G.B.,

but in short, you're just
a thug in a rug.

I apologize, sir.
He doesn't--

and despite your impatience,

the last thing you feel like
doing is this deal, because, uh,

you don't like Walter
and Walter doesn't like you.

Is he great or what?

You've wasted enough of my time.
Sign the contract now, Walter.

Drucker, with me.

Don't be such a baby, Yuri.
I'm sorry.

Ah. Looks like I might get that
nap sooner rather than later.

Shall we?
Mm.

Let's do the damn deal,
Walter.

Teresa, hey.
While you're here,

maybe you and I could get
together sometime soon--

Lisbon?

Anybody? Help!

Help!

♪ The Mentalist 3x07 ♪
Red Hot
Original Air Date on November 4, 2010

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Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Oh, stop it.

You're fine.
He's fine, right?

He will be. And that guy's got
a pretty bad laceration, but he'll live.

I'll live, Teresa.

Did you hear that?
I'm alive. It's fantastic.

Yes, it is. Enjoy the adrenaline
while it lasts.

Hey, boss. So I spoke
to the arson unit commander.

He said it was a massive
subsonic explosive device,

probably C-4 or semtex.

A giant bomb, Rigsby. Just--
just say it's a giant bomb.

Yeah, or a giant bomb.

The blast seat was
under the conference table,

made a crater
the size of a minivan.

If I hadn't left
when I did, then--

yeah, you'd be vaporized, too.

Flirting with Lisbon--
that's what saved him.

- He wasn't flirting with me.
- I wasn't flirting.

Any indication
of terrorist involvement?

Uh, no. It was a very specific,
targeted detonation.

- To kill Yuri.
- Yeah, and they succeeded.

Forensics found
enough remains--barely--

to identify Bajoran
and his Head of Security.

Drucker. Poor guy.

I told Yuri we should move
the meeting to my office,

but he flat-out refused.
Stubborn old bull.

Someone threatens Yuri,

wanting to frighten him
before killing him.

Who hated him that much?

Oh! Oh! I know that one.

Huh?

If I killed him, Teresa,
why would I call in the CBI?

You like games, thrills,
Mr. Mashburn.

Walter, please.

Mr. Mashburn was my mother.

I almost died myself.

Yeah, but you escaped
at the very last moment.

That was lucky.

True. I guess
I do look suspicious.

Sit down.

Don't take this personally.

I have to ask these questions.

Do you have the knowledge
and the resources

to build a bomb?

Yes. But you know that already,
don't you?

My first company,
Mashburn Avionics,

made high-tech weaponry.

But I started out

with cherry bombs in the toilets
at reform school.

You went to reform school?

My teachers thought
I was incorrigible.

But you know that, too.

Have you ever visited
Bajoran's Helicopter Plant

or solicited anybody
to go there?

You mean, to plant a bomb?

No, ma'am. Never have.

The threat to Yuri Bajoran was
made from a disposable phone

that was purchased
at a drugstore in Marin County.

- Where I have a place...
- Mm-hmm.

Along with
250,000 other people.

Look, Teresa,
I didn't need to kill Yuri.

I'd already done worse.
I destroyed him.

By taking over his company?

His flagship.

Yuri and I had been
at each other for years,

and I had finally won.
Don't you see?

I'd forced him
to sell me his baby.

Although he died before
he signed the contract.

I know. The bastard.

It's like he reached out
from the grave

to deny me one last time.

But bottom line--I beat him,
and I wanted him

waking up for the next 30 years
thinking about that.

You hated him so much
you wanted him alive?

Exactly.

Yuri Bajoran was a bad man,
Teresa.

So who wanted him dead?

Who didn't? Aside from me.

His widow?

Marie? No. Fair point.

She seemed to love him
for some reason.

You know her?

I was engaged
to her, actually,

years back.

She married Yuri instead.

Huh. Great lady.

Despite that tragic lapse
in judgment, a great lady.

How was the marriage?

Oh, you'd have to ask her.

So, Teresa, I'm tired of doing
this whole suspect thing again.

Not fun at all.

How about I play Detective
this time,

give you and Patrick a hand?

Not a chance.

Oh, never say "never""

Never, Walter. Never ever.

That's a maybe.

So you were engaged
to Walter Mashburn

before you married Yuri?

That was years ago.
Why would you ask that?

Oh, nosy.

Did you dump him
or did he dump you? And why?

It's none of your business.

I fell in love with Yuri
is all I'll say.

I know what people said
about him,

but they were wrong.

He was a wonderful,
loving person.

Hmm.

Interesting
woman. Didn't kill Yuri.

Um, I'm sorry.
Where's the bathroom?

This way.

Thank you.

Sorry for your loss.

Wh-who is that man?

It's a long story.

Now, Mrs. Bajoran, who
would want your husband dead?

Yuri was a powerful man.

Powerful men have enemies.

Hmm.

Ahem!

Ahem!

Ahem.

This takeover by Mashburn--

is it true your husband
didn't want to sell?

Walter tricked him.
It wasn't right.

Tricked him how?

He approached someone
Yuri thought was a friend

and got him to secretly
buy up enough shares

so that Walter could
force the takeover.

- Name?
- Markham Shankar,

software mogul.

Turns out he'd secretly
hated Yuri for years,

some ridiculous business dispute
he wouldn't forgive.

Ma'am, you have a lovely home.
It's very, uh, cozy.

Thanks for having us.
Cho, we should... go.

Thank you.

Been a pleasure.
Thank you.

According
to the Marin D.A.'s Office,

Markham Shankar had good reason
to hate Bajoran.

Six years ago,
he claimed Bajoran cheated him

out of a couple million bucks,

even tried to get the D.A.'s
office to file fraud charges.

Did you talk to him yet?

I can't even find him. No one's
photographed Shankar since 2002.

The guy's a recluse.

His office won't even admit
he's in the country.

Keep looking into it.

And you...

Hello, Lisbon.

What a great day
to not be blown up.

- Give it up now.
- Give what up?

What you took
from Bajoran's house.

The toupee, Jane.
The housekeeper called.

Oh.

Oh.

That's just gross.
Why would you take it?

- Evidence.
- Of what?

Bad taste.

Let me explain something.

You do not mess
with super-rich people.

They're like kids
with machine guns.

Super-rich people,
like Mashburn?

What about Mashburn?

Oh, my God. You're just
so obsessed with Mashburn.

You're the one
who brought him up.

What is it with you and him?

Got something. Whenever Shankar
is in San Francisco,

he likes to stay
at Chaparral Glen.

What's that?

Country Club. The most exclusive
in California.

It's 100 grand to join.

They've got a 2,300-acre campus
in the woods.

Shankar likes "glamping."

You know, glamorous camping?

- You made that up.
- Did not.

Glamping--I like it.

Lisbon, shall we go and talk
to some more super-rich people?

- Do something with that.
- Ooh.

I'm sorry, Agent, but I can't
tell you if Mr. Shankar is here,

and unless you have
a search warrant,

I can't allow you
on the grounds.

Our members are quite concerned
about privacy.

I'm concerned about
a double homicide, sir.

- Hey, Walter.
- Hey, Patrick. Teresa.

Walter's a member here. I
thought we might need his help.

Mr. Trevayne,

my friends Patrick and Teresa
will be joining us here today.

Sir, that won't be necessary.
We have your card on file.

What's the limit
on that thing?

I don't know if there is one.

Hmm.
Go find old Shankar, then?

Let's.

Never say "never."

You know,
Shankar's campsite is

right up on that ridge
over there.

You can see the whole valley
from there.

This campsite--you want it.
You wish you owned it.

I do. How'd you know?

Pupil dilation.

Pupil dilation?

Yes. When someone sees
something they want,

their pupils dilate.

Pupil dilation.

Fantastic.

Yes, it is.

Thank you.

Tell us
about Markham Shankar.

Is he still mad at Yuri
about the fraud?

Oh, you bet.
Angry guy--Markham.

When I offered him
the right incentive,

he was very happy
to betray Yuri.

What incentive
can you offer a rich man

that he can't buy
for himself?

A propeller
from a Beech Bonanza airplane.

Come again?

It was
the only remaining piece

of the plane Buddy Holly
died in.

Markham's obsessed
with celebrity deaths,

has a huge collection
of death memorabilia.

How intriguingly creepy.

Ah, poor Markham's bored.

What about you, Walter?

Last year, you said
you'd do anything for a thrill.

What do you have in mind?

Get down!

Thrilling enough for you,
Walter?

You guys okay?

I'm fine. Thanks.

We're fine. Shankar might
be mad at Mashburn and Yuri.

Did you find him?

Nope.
No sign at Shankar's cabin.

The place is like
Buckingham Palace, by the way.

And we searched
all over those woods.

Even the dogs
couldn't pick up a trail.

Have you guys ever been
to an auction?

What? I'm gonna call
immigration,

see if Shankar's
left the country.

Yeah, and see where
he parks his boat

or his plane or whatever.

But, boss, he's got no record,
and we didn't see

anything in that cabin
that would tie him to this--

no gun, ammo, nothing.

Maybe he was never there at all.

And why would he wanna kill
both Yuri and Mashburn?

He doesn't. Actually,
no one wanted to kill Yuri.

What are you talking about?

What if Walter were
the intended target all along?

I mean, he was supposed to die
in that explosion,

but he didn't. So the killer follows him
to Chaparral Glen to finish the job.

But the death threat--
it was against Yuri.

Ah, yes, very clever.

Completely threw all of us--
well, almost all of us.

Sorry, Walter.

I have a favor.

Could I borrow that, uh, fancy
little credit card of yours?

Uh, yeah, yeah. What for?

I thought I'd find Shankar.
Thank you.

What's going on?

Did Markham Shankar have
a reason to be angry with you?

Ugh.

Walter.

The takeover
of Yuri's company...

Markham may have been under
the mistaken impression

that he'd receive shares
in return for his help.

But if it was him, wouldn't he
have hired better assassins?

Okay, is there anybody else
who might want to kill you?

I have lots of enemies,
Teresa.

You'd be surprised
to hear this,

but some people
find me annoying.

Yes...

My pupils are dilated.

That's not
what I was wondering.

Fair enough.

Look, I'll give you a list
of all my nonfriends,

but none of them has the stones
to kill me, I promise you.

We'll look
into your phone records

and see if anything else
comes up.

- Teresa.
- What?

No. You have a...

It's a bullet hole.

It was close.

Really close.

Usually, I can buy my way
out of trouble.

Ask my ex-wives.

Mm.

Don't worry.
We'll keep you safe.

It's procedure to assign
an Agent to protect you.

Oh. Excellent.

Agent Cho
will be here shortly.

Chicken.

Hello and welcome to Ogilvy.

The auction begins with lot one,

a full suit
of 16th-century jousting armor.

Let's start the bidding
at $30,000.

Do I hear $30,000?

And $30,000's bid off
to my left. Yes, and $31,000.

$31,000. Go $32,000. Thank you.
$32,000 on the right there.

$32,000. Go $33,000. The new bid
at $33,000, at $34,000.

Bid's all the way to $34,000
with the lady

in the front there. $34,000.
Go $35,000 if you wish.

$35,000 is bid. $36,000.
New bid at $36,000.

Do I hear $37,000?

Oh, hey, boss.
Markham Shankar has a yacht.

Coast Guard says he sails
tonight, leaving the country.

Camp out on the dock.

Do not leave
until you've questioned Shankar.

Yeah, you got it.

A possible suspect
Mashburn forgot to mention--

his ex-girlfriend,
Elsa Struven.

Ah.
When did they break up?

Two months ago. And apparently,
she wasn't very happy about it.

According to reports, she
threatened him with violence.

Reports?
He filed a complaint?

Uh, no. Published reports,

in the media.

Okay, the tabloids.

She's a German supermodel.

Of course she is.

Talk to her.

Okay.

Supermodel.

If I have to do an L.B.O.,
I will, Denise.

But all that debt?

It could crush you.

I'll tell you what.

I'm willing to pay
an extra eighth a share

if we ink it by month's end.
Just think about it.

Okay.

Love to Larry and the kids.

You do a lot of business
on the phone?

I do a lot of business.

Phone, texts, e-mails--
doesn't really matter.

Threats work better
on the phone.

That wasn't a threat,
Agent Cho.

That was a negotiation.

Mmm.

Hey, I know.
We could go to the track,

race bikes
for a couple of hours.

Motorcycles?

Yes.

No. Too exposed.

Okay, then we'll take the Lambo
out for a spin.

It's not safe.

- It has air bags.
- Is it bulletproof?

Can I at least
shoot your gun then?

Patrick.

- Thank God.
- What are the chances of you

putting a party together
in, uh... five hours?

Mm... could do, sure.

Sounds fun.

Invite all of your friends.

I mean, really get
the word out there,

'cause you're celebrating,
Walter. You're celebrating.

I am? Great.
Celebrating what?

Oh, uh, I gotta go. Gotta go.

Uh, uh, $90,000?
That's $90,000 for lot 10.

And I see $100,000
from the woman in red.

$110,000? Do I hear $110,000?
$110,000 and $120,000?

$120,000. Thank you. $120,000.
Uh, $150,000.

Never was any good at math.

I've got $150,000 from
the gentleman in the vest.

How about $160,000? $160,000.
$160,000 is bid.

How about $170,000? I've got
$170,000 and $180,000.

And the gentleman in the front
row, $180,000 is your bid, sir.

You've got the bid at $180,000.
$190,000?

Can we move this thing
along? $200,000.

And $200,000 from our
enthusiastic friend in the back.

Do I hear $210,000?

- Nice day for it, huh?
- Ah, yes.

And whose interests
do you represent?

Well, that's supposed to be
confidential, isn't it?

But what the heck?
Walter Mashburn.

$230,000 if you wish, sir.
$230,000?

$230,000. $230,000.
Do we have $240,000?

Uh, sir...
$240,000.

Do we have $240,000?

- $240,000.
- $240,000.

We have $240,000
right here.

And we also have $250,000.

I know that because I am bidding
it. Do we have $260,000?

Do we have $260,000, anyone?
$260,000?

Wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait.

Come on, man, you can do
$260,000. I know you can.

Uh, sir?

Let's go.
What about you, sir?

We have $250,000.

No. I want the thing for
$260,000. Can I have it?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Hey, boss.

- Hi.
- I got something.

Uh, so I go to
the ex-girlfriend's penthouse.

She's not there,
but the roommate lets me in,

and I find this
on the bedroom wall.

Elsa.

Yikes.

Yep. She's for real.

Mashburn called the police
to his house twice

to break up fights
between them.

I asked him point-blank

if there was anybody else
who might want to hurt him.

Why didn't he mention her?

Oh, please.

Thank you.

What's going on?

It's called a party.
Perhaps you've heard of them.

You should get yourself
a drink.

I need to talk to Mashburn.

It's here. It looks great,
don't you think?

You still need to speak
to Markham Shankar?

Yeah, Rigsby says he's nowhere
to be found on his yacht. Why?

No reason.

- Teresa, my heroine.
- I need to talk to you.

This woman saved my life,
nearly took a bullet for me.

What the hell is that?

Oh, that's, uh, fragments

of the Porsche Spyder
James Dean died in.

Congratulations, Walter.
You're the owner.

Walter, you son of a bitch.
You outbid me,

and now you're flaunting it?
You bastard.

Please step back.

Meet Markham Shankar.

Uh, I apologize. My bad.
I really needed to talk to you,

and you're a very hard man
to track down.

You lured me here?

Yeah. Pretty good.

Who the devil
do you think you are?

The police.

Cho, you talk to Shankar.
I've got Mashburn.

Shankar,
did you pull that stunt--

Ladies and gentlemen,
quick announcement--

I'd like you to give
a very warm welcome

to Walter's new girlfriend
number one--Teresa Lisbon!

Hi, Teresa.

Hi.
Hi.

Oh, I'm gonna kill him.
Hi.

Nice to meet you.
You, too. Hi.

Sir, we just have
a few questions.

Yes, we certainly do.

Marie Bajoran--

what's her favorite color?

Now how would I know that?

Mr. Shankar,
do you own a rifle?

I heard about
the attack on Walter.

It was a terrible thing. So hard
to find a good club these days.

And, yes,
I do own several rifles.

What of it?
If I were to kill him,

I'd do the civilized thing
and hire a professional.

What kind of music
does she like?

I have no idea.

Did you believe Mr. Mashburn
cheated you

in the takeover
of Yuri Bajoran's company?

Yes, but helping to destroy Yuri
was its own reward.

Anything else?

Did she prefer chinese
or Italian for dinner?

Me, personally--kung pao
chicken. Although, I do like

a sweet corn ravioli with
a white wine sauce. Very nice.

Is this man
on medication, perhaps?

No, I'm not. You weren't
having an affair with her?

Ah. Yes, I see.

Now why would you not
simply ask that to begin with?

Fun.

The answer is no. I do enjoy
seducing other men's wives,

but Marie and Yuri were
madly in love.

Not exactly a target with
much potential, now is it?

No.

Yes. Thank you.

Uh, Cho, all this talk of food--
I'll be at the oyster bar.

Mr. Shankar, where were you

yesterday
between 3:00 and 5:00 p.m.?

- Drink?
- No.

So my friends say
because you saved my life,

that means you own me.

They have a return policy?

Oh, come on. Why so cranky
on such a beautiful night?

Well, Walter,
remember when I asked you

if there was anyone
who wanted you dead,

anyone else who might have
been mad at you?

Elsa Struven, maybe?

Elsa? Oh, yeah, she was mad.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, it's not exactly
breaking news.

My girlfriends are all mad
by the time we break up.

I can't imagine why.

Hey.
You have to be nice to me.

No, I don't.

I'm a citizen.
You're a public servant.

I'm off duty now.

I upset you, don't I?

Upset me? No.
Irritate me a little? Maybe.

Why?

You're egotistical.
You're arrogant.

You're entitled and rich.

When do we get
to the bad stuff?

Walter, no!
Elsa, what are you, nuts?

Lass mich in ruhe!

Eine unverschamtheit!

Vergreif dich nicht
an meinem mann!

Sterben, du hexe!
I guess this means we're even.

Yeah.

Uh, enough.

People never change.

Modeling pays well, Elsa.

You could have easily hired
someone to blow up Mashburn.

And assassinate him
at Chaparral Glen.

But your guy failed,

so you took it up yourself
to kill him with this.

What, Walter?

I would never hurt Walter.

I love Walter,
and he love me.

It was you I was going to kill,
you little slut.

- Excuse me?
- You kissed him.

I did not.

I didn't.

- You were about to.
- I did not kiss him.

None of my business.

You are totally wrong for him.
So little and bony.

Well, she does have
a damaged intensity

that some people
might find attractive.

Elsa, you've admitted

to assault with a deadly weapon
on a cop.

You could get ten years
if you don't cooperate.

Now who did you hire and are
they still after Walter?

Cooperate? So you can tell
Walter what a hero you are,

how you save him from me.

And then he kiss you again,
huh?

That is what you want,
bitch?

No. Go suck your own face.

I don't cooperate.

What are you doing?

Getting familiar.

You were at Walter's to watch
over him, weren't you?

To keep him safe
from women like Lisbon.

Yes.

That's okay.

You're very well-groomed
for a crazy person.

Not a hair out of place.

Careful, meticulous.

You document his protection,
don't you?

You show him
how much you love him

and how wrong he is
to not love you back.

You probably keep an album
somewhere. No, not an album.

Where's her cell phone?

Oh.

So Elsa has over 300 photos
of Mashburn on her phone.

Huh.
Mashburn on his yacht,

Mashburn at a charity event,

Mashburn having lunch
with some guy,

Mashburn having drinks
with another guy. Hang on.

Go back.

That's Garth Drucker.
Yuri Bajoran's Head of Security?

What the hell is Drucker
doing having drinks

with his boss' archenemy?

Jane, do you mind?

Uh, Rigsby told me about
Walter and Drucker.

Mashburn's been deceiving us
from the get-go.

Mm, yeah, it should have
been obvious

that they knew each other.

Garth Drucker's bank records.
For the past six months,

he's been receiving payments
of $50,000

from one of Mashburn's
holding companies, a payoff.

Ahh. Walter's a bad boy.
So what?

Corporate espionage happens
all the time.

He said he'd never been
to Yuri's company before.

He was there a few days ago.
Drucker let him in.

This is from security footage.
I found it at Drucker's house.

He must have been keeping it
as insurance.

Bottom line is, Mashburn
could've planted that bomb.

That's a cool photo.

Is this funny to you?

No, not at all. How do you
explain the sniper, then?

Is that a mislead?

Exactly. Mashburn makes us
think he's the target.

He's smart.
Maybe he's that smart.

Tell me I'm wrong.

You're wrong.

- Why?
- The sniper very nearly killed you.

Walter wouldn't let that
happen,

at least I believed that
he wouldn't let that happen.

And on the other hand, we have
the problem of motive.

Walter made a really good case
for wanting to keep Yuri alive

to humiliate him,
so what's his motive to kill?

Not what...

Who.

- Is Walter still in love with you?
- What?

Well, you wouldn't talk
about it before.

It's about guilt, isn't it?
You broke his heart.

Why does any of this
matter now?

Please, it's important.

Do you think Walter may have
been jealous of you and Yuri?

Walter was different
back then.

Sweet.

The night I gave back his ring
and told him about Yuri,

I could see something crack
inside him.

He spent
the next half dozen years

dating and often marrying
the most dreadful bimbos.

Mm. He does have
questionable taste in women.

Some men are like that
with that first great love.

Their... heart breaks,

and the pieces never fit back
together quite the same way.

I'm...

I'm very sorry
I hurt Walter.

We think that
there's a possibility

that Walter may have been
involved in the bombing.

No. No,
I-I don't believe that.

Well, it's quite simple,
really.

I mean, you stage an attack.
You appear to be the victim.

No one suspects the victim.
You have something to add?

That night, Walter said
he'd win me back,

no matter how long it took.

Mrs. Bajoran, I have a plan,
but I'm gonna need your help.

Of course.

You're gonna confront Walter,

and when he looks
into your eyes,

if he did this for you,
he won't be able to hide it.

I wanna talk to him first.

Well...

W...

Okay. Uh, she's--she's gonna
talk to him first.

Of course you can have the car,
Markham.

What am I gonna do
with James Dean's car?

Yeah, I'll send the paperwork
over today.

You make the check out
to my favorite charity, okay?

Yeah. I gotta go.

Teresa, a pleasure.

Hey, I would have been happy
to come to your office.

- Coulda watched you work.
- That would have been awkward.

Listen, if this is
about last night--

it would have been awkward
because I was investigating you.

I know about you and Drucker.

Oh, look, that was industrial
espionage, pure and simple.

Did you kill Yuri?

Hang on. We're back to that?
You think I did it?

If you did, I gotta hand it
to you, it was smart.

You sure fooled me.

You're wrong.

Look, Teresa, I know
you have trust issues--

You don't know
anything about me.

Sure, I do. You were raised in
Chicago. Your mom was a nurse.

Your dad was a fireman. You have
three brothers--Thomas, James--

you checked me out.

Listen to me.

I am this close--this close
to arresting you for murder.

You know what?

I'm gonna go inside.

I'm gonna make myself
a stiff drink,

and I really hope you'll join me
so that we can talk about this.

If you did this thing,
we'll find the proof.

You know we will.

And it's just a matter of time
before I put you away.

I expect nothing less,
Teresa.

Hey, Lisbon.
Where's Walter going?

- In the house.
- Perfect. I'll go get him.

I can't believe
Walter did this.

I'm sorry.
It's a lot to handle.

It's all right.
You're upset.

So are you,
Miss Lisbon. Why is that?

Lisbon! Help! Help!

Hey! Ohh!

Ohh!

Jane, you all right?

He hit me.

He hit me.

Ohh.

Did Mashburn
say anything to you?

Just that he'd never risk
going to jail,

he has a lot of money
in overseas accounts,

and he'd be happy
to live there.

Oh, except we know that
he hasn't left the country.

We've frozen his bank accounts,

and every cop in the state's
looking for him.

Mrs. Bajoran,
thank you for coming.

Why don't you have a seat?

No sign of Walter yet?

Just his car.
We found it abandoned

a few miles
from his palatial mansion.

We'll find him. I promise.
And you can help.

You know Mashburn
better than anybody.

We found this
on the seat of his car.

Do you know what it means?

"G-F-M-C-A-1710."

I don't know.
An address of some kind.

- Address to where?
- I don't know.

I'm--I'm sorry,
Agent Lisbon.

It's been too long.

I-I don't know Walter anymore.
That's obvious to me now.

Walter! Turn around.

I win!

Not so much, Yuri.

No.

Drop it, Bajoran! Now.

Jane,
you can come out now.

Yuri Bajoran!

You're looking delightfully

not-so-blown-up
by a bomb.

Very clever of you, I must say.
No one suspects a dead man.

Well, almost no one.

You staged all this--
Mashburn running--

just to lure me out.

Well, not bad
for a state employee, huh?

Uh, consultant, really.

Walter finally beat you. He was
gonna take over your company,

and your ego
couldn't handle that.

So you put
that military experience to use.

Kill Mashburn and Drucker,
who betrayed you,

then leave the country
with Marie.

But Mashburn ruined it
for you, didn't he?

You didn't know that he used
your fake death threat

as a reason to call in
Lisbon and myself,

and you were stuck.

It was my last chance

before signing
that damn contract.

I had to do it then.

Let's do the damn deal,
Walter.

Oh, yeah,
and everything was in place--

the bomb, and, what, a little
D.N.A. sprinkled everywhere...

To prove that you died
in that explosion?

Hey, Teresa,
while you're here...

You set the timer
and got out of there.

You timed it
almost perfectly.

But Walter escaped.

And then you missed him
again in Chaparral Glen.

Mashburn's a cockroach.

He wouldn't die.

Now I have a question for you,

Mr. Jane.

How did you know?

Yuri's toupees?

Yes, in his bedroom,

he had five heads
and only two toupees.

Fine, he was wearing one.
That leaves still two missing,

and only one person would
have, uh, such a need for...

Such a personal object.

Yuri took them?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess,
uh, you find a good rug,

you, uh, get
very connected to it.

Thank you for your help
in, uh, catching him.

Oh. Not at all. It was fun.

Mm. Yeah. Hmm.

Sorry.

Though I still can't believe
that Marie wanted me dead.

You have a knack
for picking 'em.

Well...

Almost forgot.
Your credit card.

Thank you.

Patrick, hang on.
One question.

Do you think
Teresa believed it--

that I was the killer?

Yeah, she did
for a minute there,

but I wouldn't think
anything of it.

We caught lady MacBeth?

Yeah,
at the Canadian border.

Was just gonna come tell
the boss. Where is she?

Don't know.

Good morning.

Morning.

I'm very glad
you came over last night.

Me, too.

I'll call room service,
order some breakfast.

Nah, nah, I can't.
I'm late.

What can I say? The bastards
keep killing people.

Well, when am I
gonna see you again?

Aren't you going
to Europe tomorrow?

Oh. Two months.
Got board meetings.

Well, there you go then.

It was nice seeing you,
Walter.

Can't believe
I'm a one-night stand

for Dirty Harry.

Yeah, well,
I'd leave you cab fare,

but you probably
got that covered, right?

Bye, Teresa.

Good-bye, Walter.

Lisbon. Yeah.

Okay,
liaise with Costa Mesa P.D.

Put a lid on the crime scene.

You and Cho start canvassing.
It's a crowded neighborhood.

Somebody saw something.

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