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You take the south
side of the street.

I'll take the north.

Hey, you met the new boss yet?
I heard he's young.

Watch for any potential
threats to the mayor.

He'll be leading the march.

Younger than us, and he's got
limited field experience.

Mayor just left the building.

The march is underway.

Copy that. Moving into position.

Doesn't it bother you,

working with a guy who's
barely qualified?

You get used to it.

I've got an unknown disturbance
in the northeast alley.

Excuse me. Police. CBI.

Coming through. Excuse me.

- Did you see what happened?
- No. Lo vi en el suelo.

Anybody see what happened?
¿lguien vio lo que Paso?

Okay, I need for you
to secure the alley.

Get some backup in here now.

Contact the mayor's
security detail.

Clear these people out now.

He's dead.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Watch out.

What do we got?

Homicide. Multiple stab wounds.

Any ID?

No wallet, nothing I can see.

Got a large transient
population here.

Could be a robbery gone wrong.

Let the office know
what's going on.

Sure.

Jane.

You're gonna have to
speak up, Lisbon.

It's a little loud here.

Are you close to us?

Well, that depends.
Are you still on crowd patrol?

No. We got a homicide now.

Then I'm close.

Hey, Jane!

Strange time for a
murder, isn't it--

in the middle of a protest march?

Leave it to a killer
to do something crazy.

Or calculated.

You notice how this alleyway

is starting to look like
a policeman's ball?

If I wanted to use a bullet
to express my displeasure

with the mayor's politics,

the first thing I'd do
is clear out the heat.

You think this murder is a decoy?

No clue, but there's a
suspicious-looking man

on "J" Street and 56th--

haunted eyes, nervous energy,
an overcoat on a hot day.

That's thin, even for you.

Yeah, you're probably right.

It's only the mayor's
life at stake.

Forget I spoke.

Cho.

We got him. Southeast corner.

Excuse me. CBI.
Put your hands where I can see 'em.

Do me a favor and step
over here with me.

What's the problem, ma'am?
I didn't do anything.

Then you won't mind
if we search you,

for our peace of mind
and your safety.

Put your hands on your head
and interlace your fingers.

Turn around and face the wall.

Gun.

A semiautomatic .45.

Fully loaded.

Chambered round.

I can explain that.

The station's right
around the corner.

Turn around.

Come on.

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That's
a concealed carry license,

and that's my name
right there--Henry Tibbs.

It gives me authority
to carry my sidearm

anywhere in California.

These aren't easy
to come by.

You had to demonstrate
a need to carry.

I'm a Texas man.

That's my need.

Met a local sheriff
who sympathized.

Hook 'em horns.

Why were you standing
in front of the mayor

with your legal
concealed sidearm?

I was, uh, downtown
dropping off resumes.

I'm, uh, an insurance salesman.

I've been out of work.

The economy's tighter
than bark on a tree.

Mm-hmm. You always go
job hunting with a loaded gun?

There were several hundred
angry protesters on that street.

And you put yourself
right in the middle of 'em.

Sure. It's not every day you
get to see a big-city mayor.

Or shoot him.

Henry Tibbs--clean record, no priors.
Gun permit checks out.

Says here
he's on unemployment,

owns a home
with his wife Linda,

but they're behind
on the payments.

And the sun came up just
to hear him crow,

as they say in Texas.

Do we have anything that connects Tibbs
to our John Doe in the alley?

Not yet. Forensics swabbed him for
bloodstains. Couldn't find anything.

I don't like
what I'm hearing.

Police put out an alert
for a hate crime,

so we rounded up
the nearest white guy.

And while that's a refreshing twist
on racial profiling,

I think Mr. Tibbs has himself
grounds for a lawsuit,

so I think we should let him go
and send his wife some flowers.

Special agent Luther Wainright.
I'm your new boss.

Welcome aboard. I'm agent Lisbon.

- Agent Lisbon, nice to meet you.
- And--yes.

- This is agent rig--
- Agent Rigsby.

- Hi.
- A pleasure to meet you.

- Van Pelt.
- Hi.

Hi. I've read everyone's file,
so I kind of know--

Patrick Jane.

Still making
my way through yours.

It's a little bit heavier
reading.

Yeah, do me a favor.

Don't tell me how it ends.

Uh, hard times, everyone, um,
for the entire unit.

But, uh, things are about to get
a whole lot easier.

I pride myself on two things--
trust and transparency.

Excellent, so you'll
tell us how old you are?

Because, uh, Rigsby here
is running an office pool.

I'm not running a pool.

Henry Tibbs-- what's the plan?

I suggest that we release him and
keep him under surveillance.

Yeah, that sounds reasonable.
Keep me posted.

Oh, um, your John Doe--
he may be a photographer.

On long shoot days, that bandage
on the bridge of his nose--

that would keep the nose pads
on his eyeglasses

from digging into his skin.

Okay. We'll check it out.

Excellent. Thank you.

Sharp.

This is the surveillance
car you chose?

Well, we can't take
an official vehicle.

We need to blend in.

Okay, and, uh, this blends in?

Nobody's forcing you to
go on this surveillance.

You're right.
Good point, but I'm coming anyway.

Did you bring a disguise?

"Did I bring a disguise?"

So Wainright was spot-on.

I checked a
professional directory

for local photographers, and
there he was--Scott Gibson.

Spoke to the magazine
he works for.

Says he was downtown shooting a
photo essay of the homeless.

Do we know anything
else about him?

Clean record, lives alone,
no family to speak of,

always carries a cell
phone on assignment.

There was no phone at the
crime scene or a camera.

Your robbery theory is
looking better and better.

Let's hope so.
Got a GPS track on Gibson's phone.

It's in a residential
neighborhood just south of here.

Way to bury the lead. Let's go.

Okay.

Okay.

So what now?

Now we wait.

Wait for what?

For Tibbs to come back out.

That's no fun.

I thought the point of
surveillance was to, uh, surveil.

It's hard to do that
from inside a car.

Well, I can't go in there.
Tibbs might recognize me.

Mm. That is a problem.

Well, he's never met me.
Problem solved.

I'm gonna need these.

Hey.

Jane.

Ah. Bourbon. Big one.

Bigger than all hell
and half of Texas.

A Lone Star man, huh?

Yeah, what's it to ya, hoss?

I seen you before.

Yeah?

Yeah. Let me think.

Uh... "Soldier Of Fortune"
weaponry convention,

Vegas, 2004.

Nope.

No? Well, that's too bad.

That was full-auto
rock 'n' roll mayhem

in the desert, my friend--

Uzis, floozies, and jacuzzis.

Weaponry convention, huh?

One of the greatest
weekends of my life,

and I've had some weekends.

No offense, pal.

You don't look like a
weapons enthusiast.

You want to catch chickens,
you don't look like a fox,

am I right?

Damn straight, I'm right.

What's your weapon of choice?

A loaded one.

Can I get another and
one here for my friend?

The cell phone signal
came from this house.

Foreclosure property.
Door's ajar.

You ready?

Hey, back here. Hey, wake up.

Wake up!

Hands. Raise 'em high!
You have any weapons?

Uh, uh, no, sir.
I don't believe so.

What about a cell phone?

Uh, I-I believe I got
one of 'em in my bag.

Keep your hands up.
I'll find them.

You look familiar.
What's your name?

Willie.

Not Willie Shubert.

You know this guy?

He's a bay area legend.
I had a bootleg of his first CD.

It was all I listened
to in college.

I always wondered
what happened to you.

Listen up here, Willie.

Some of the stuff you're
carrying came off a dead man.

Well, that's not good.

Neither is the dried
blood on your shirt.

How'd that get there?

Well, let's see. Uh...

I got the blood on me

when I was stabbing that
fella in the alley.

A true man, a realman has but
one purpose in this world.

He lives to fight.

Oh, yeah.
That's what I'm talking about.

It doesn't matter who he is,

what status the
world puts on him.

It's what's in here that counts.

Fighting the enemy,
combating evil...

That's nobility.

That's what makes a man a hero!

Amen, brother.

I'm pretty much done here.

What kinda evil are
you fighting, mostly?

Why do you care?
I don't even know you.

I don't know you either,

but I like you.

Come here.
I want to show you somethin'.

Check that out.

Remington 700. That is nice.

You carry this
around in your car?

Never know when a grizzly
bear might appear.

Go on.
Feel the weight of that honey.

That's nice.

Yeah, makes you
wonder, doesn't it,

what it'd feel like
to take that shot?

What, on a human being?

We live in a target-rich
environment, my friend.

It'd be so easy.

Yes, it would,

and you are a full-on
psycho, my friend.

I'm hammered. I'm gonna, um...

Give me that here.

I'm gonna walk home tonight.

Get outta here.

Stay... frosty.

Let's go.

Lisbon's called off the
surveillance on Tibbs.

They think they've
found their killer.

I know I found mine.

I thought I saw something
in Tibbs' eyes yesterday,

but I wanted to make sure,
so last night I did.

What'd you see?

He's a man on autopilot.

Set to kill.

If we weren't there to
stop him yesterday,

I'm confident he would
have pulled the trigger.

And you got all
that from his eyes?

Pretty much.

I'm not doubting you.
I'm just... fascinated.

Well, there was the tension
in his body as well,

and the overcoat,

but, uh... the eyes were enough.

Well, the trouble is, I mean,
even if you are right,

we can't arrest an offender
before he's offended.

It's better than after,
don't you think?

See, here's the problem
with working homicide.

There's so much death.

Tibbs is a man on the verge.

He is a man on the
threshold of murder,

possibly even mass murder.

Now who wouldn't want to try and
stop that kind of nightmare?

Theoretical criminology.

I took that class.
I think it's fascinating.

Uh, it just has no
practical value.

No practical value?

I guess the same could be said for
middle management bureaucrats.

Chafe as you may against the
bridle of responsibility,

we can't shortchange due process.

Now following a potential
offender around

is a waste of resources.

Yeah, you're right.

What we need here is
a confidence trick.

A what?

A scam. A hustle.
Bunco. Flimflam.

If we can get inside the
world of Henry Tibbs,

then I can predict when
and where he will blow.

Then all we have to do is
pop out and arrest him

for attempted murder.

Now before we go too
far down this path,

I'm not ready to rule out Tibbs
as an actual murder suspect.

Didn't Willie Shubert confess?

Yes, he did, but I
don't believe him.

Look at his history--

mental illness, substance
abuse, vagrancy.

Exactly, and he was covered
in the victim's blood

and in possession
of his belongings.

Yes, b-but there's no
record of violence.

I think that his confession
was a cry for help.

Willie didn't hurt anyone.

How do you know that?

Well, you kind of have to
hear him play the saxophone.

I love it, Lisbon.

The beautiful soul defense.

You two want me believe

that a man who confessed
to murder did nothing,

and a man who did
nothing is a murderer?

You may even be smarter
than you look.

I think Tibbs is a dead end,

but I like to reward passion, so...
go prove me wrong.

You have 24 hours to demonstrate

that Tibbs poses an
imminent danger,

and I'm sending the
Shubert case to the DA.

What about my passion?

I called my shot.

Excuse me.

Okay, the goal is to
get close to Tibbs,

to figure out when he will snap.

We're gonna play this...
like a long con.

Rigsby, your objective
is to exploit

the mark's dreams and desires.

Uh, the one thing we
do know about Tibbs--

he desires a job.

Now according to Van
Pelt's research,

he's already gone downtown
and applied for one

at the Goldwyn Insurance Group.

They've rejected his application,

but Tibbs doesn't know that yet,

so we need the Goldwyn Group
to lend us a meeting room,

so we can conduct a
fake job interview.

We also need to know
about his family life

or lack thereof.

It seems the lady of the
house, Linda Tibbs,

has filed for a divorce.

We need to know why.

So, Van Pelt, you'll find
out where she works,

and you will make contact.

Cho, I think it's best
you ditch the race car

and find something a
little more modest

to keep the mark
under surveillance.

Let's have fun.

Good luck to all.

Your first CD.

Only CD.

I still have it.

Back in college,

whenever I missed my
family in Chicago,

I would listen to it.

It helped.

I've been doing some
research on you, Willie.

Not long after you made this
album, you lost your wife.

Car accident, right?

You were driving?

Is that why you stopped playing?

What do you want?

I want to know why you confessed
to a murder you didn't commit.

Look, I don't know what
you're talking about.

I stuck that boy!

Ready to get what I got coming.

You need to understand
the reality

of what's going on, Willie.

The DA will put you in prison.

I'm old, tired of
sleeping in alleys.

I ain't got no place to go.
Prison's someplace.

And a lethal injection is
part of the vacation package.

You'll get three hots and a cot

just for stealing
off a dead body.

What do you say we
come clean on this,

so we can keep you alive?

Okay, yeah.

Tell me what happened yesterday.

That fellow that took my photo
earlier in the day had...

gave me $20 for my photo rights,

but when I found him dead,

his wallet was laying
on the ground, empty.

Why did you take it?

It's real leather.

And what about the camera?
What happened to that?

I found the cell phone
in his jacket pocket.

I didn't see no camera.

I'm going to get you
out of this, Willie,

whether you like it or not.

Thank you.

You ready? He's here.

Not really.

Have a seat, please.
Mr. Rigsby will be right in.

He's one of our
senior executives.

So what do you want
me to ask him?

Well, ask him whatever you want.

I mean, you're-- you're charming.

Just, uh, get him to open up.

Okay.

Should I ask the questions
that agent Wainright gave me?

Wainright gave you questions?

Yeah, he says they're designed
to elicit a patterned response

to determine antisocial
personality disorder.

Well, maybe they'll make
you sound extra-smart,

just like him.

Okay. Wish me luck.

You'll be fine.
Just don't be yourself.

Whoa. Hang on. What is that?

That is a large pimple forming
above your brow there.

I don't know. Is there?

Actually, no.
It looks more like a melanoma.

What? Are you sure?

No, I'm not.

You should get that checked
out as soon as you can.

Now run along.

Mm-hmm.

Hello, Mr. Tibbs.

Wayne Rigsby.

Named after the Duke himself.

Yeah, my dad liked his Westerns.

A man after my own heart.

My family's been raising
crops, cattle, and children

in Texas for two centuries.

So, Mr. Tibbs, uh,
what kind of, uh,

what kind of an employee would
you describe yourself as?

Hey. Can I get you
something to drink?

No, thank you.

I'm here to talk about
your husband Henry.

Grace Van Pelt with the CBI.

What'd he do?

Nothing yet, but we have reason

to believe that he
might be dangerous.

"Might be"? That's a good one.

Talk to me.

No, ma'am.

I have been talking
for a long time,

and I am tired of
nobody listening.

Look, I don't know who
you've been talking to,

but I'll take you seriously.

No.

I am not getting lured
back into this again.

I even had a judge turn me away
for being the unstable one.

I'm taking care of
myself from now on.

Rachel, can you cover this
table for me, please?

I have a master's
in forensic psych.

The questions I gave Rigsby came

from a standardized test
to diagnose psychopathy.

Tricking our mark into
taking a mental health test.

Nice touch.

Just embracing your
spirit of the con.

I cross-referenced Tibbs' answers

with his background.

Do you have any idea
what the test revealed?

No, but I can't wait to find out.

Nothing.

No evidence of criminal
psychopathy whatsoever.

Tibbs is just an out-of-work
insurance broker.

A monster without conscience,
void of any human empathy.

Jane.

Hey, tests can be fooled.

Human behavior never lies.

Normal people-- they
can't help but imitate

what happens in
their social world.

One of the most
mimicked behaviors--

face-touching.

Observe agent Rigsby, as
neurotic as a border collie.

He can't stop touching his face.

Now Tibbs--his hands never
leave the table, not once.

That's, uh, quite a leap.

Is it?

Look how you're
sitting right now.

You're leaning back
with your legs crossed,

just like me.

Oh, please, but I
always sit this way.

You do? Oh.

Hmm. Maybe you're right.

Of course I'm right.

See? You're normal.

That man has the
conscience of a mollusk.

Hey, Tibbs.

I'm with Tibbs.

All right. Go ahead.

Hey. Bad year for Merlot.

That's my case. You can, uh...

you can try to hit
one, if you want.

Okay.

Thanks.

No problem.

That's it!
Oh, yeah!

Suspect was shooting zombies
with an illegal M240 Bravo,

belt-fed, gas-operated.

Zombies?

Lifelike targets. Mannequins.

No wonder Tibbs' wife left him.

What did you learn from her?

She wouldn't talk,

but according to a
protective order

she filed in may, they
got into a fight,

and he took a hammer
to their bedroom.

Blamed her for all his failures.

I'm sorry. I don't remember

a protective order
in Tibbs' file.

The judge denied it,

said Linda's request
wasn't specific enough

to constitute an emergency.

She's scared of him

but can't get anyone
to take her seriously.

One, Tibbs is living
a life of failure,

two, he's socially isolated,
three, he owns firearms,

and four, his wife just left him.

Classic 4-pointed profile
of a mass shooter.

We'll arrest Henry Tibbs on
a felony weapons charge,

then we can insist on counseling.

And what happens in
a couple months,

when he hits the streets?

He reports to parole.

We all know how
effective that is.

Okay, look, there
is no ideal system.

Sure, there is.

We follow Tibbs, and we
catch him in the act

of attempted mass murder.

Jury puts him away for life.
It's that simple.

You are quite the Pied Piper,
Mr. Jane. Quite the salesman.

I happen to think counseling
is our best option right now.

All due respect, chief, but
isn't it worth a shot?

I will not follow around
an almost-bad guy,

just waiting for him to snap.

I vowed to make a prediction,
so predict I shall.

Before the sun sets today, Henry
Tibbs will make his move.

Give us that long.

You have until the
end of the day.

Is Lisbon always this late?

She had some personal business.

Good morning. I'm with the CBI.

I need to know if somebody pawned

a camera here in
the past 24 hours.

Take a look.

This would have been a high-end
DSLR in a case

with multiple lenses.

Oh, yeah.
That one came in last night.

A mangy guy brought it in--
rotten teeth, dog breath.

That camera is evidence in
a homicide investigation.

Where is it at now?

Sold it.

Do you have a record
of the purchase?

All right.
How about the memory card?

Did you sell that, too?

I sell those separately.

More money for me.

That one had a 32 gig card.

I need a working digital camera.

Sure.

30 bucks.

I'll give you $5 for
a 2-minute rental.

Do you know this man?

Mike Flynn.

Anger management issues.

And I know where he
keeps his bedroll, too.

Mike Flynn?

Get the hell out of my house!

You are Mike Flynn, right?

And y-you're in a
man's house, and I...

I'll call the police
if you don't go.

Just calm down. Now!

Calm down. We are the police.

Sushi for lunch?

Expensive goose-down
sleeping bag?

How did you pay for this stuff?

The streets have
been kind lately.

We need to check
your backpack, okay?

Drop it.

- Put it down.
- Hey, take it easy. Drop it.

Put it down.

I have a photo of you coming
after a murder victim

with that knife.

You want to explain that,
Mr. Flynn?

I-I don't like having
my photo taken.

Get your hands behind your back.

Now.

Lisbon.

It's Cho.
I just lost Tibbs on the freeway.

He's off the grid.

Should we be worried?

What was Tibbs doing before
Cho lost sight of him?

Driving around the city, aimless.

As predicted, he's trying
to work up the courage.

We can't even put out
a BOLO to find him.

Sure we can. We can pick him up

on a weapons charge
for the machine gun.

Oh. Whoa.

You promised. Sunset.

If I can get inside his house,

I know I can figure out
where Tibbs will go.

You'll never get a judge
to grant you a warrant.

Wait a minute. We don't need one.

All we need is permission
from a homeowner.

I already told you, I am
not getting involved.

But we're not asking
you to, ma'am.

We just need for
you to cooperate--

You know, it doesn't
matter what you need.

I don't trust you, and
I am not gonna help.

If you quit now, you're
gonna miss the best part--

payback.

What are you talking about?

A few months ago, I
had a fiance who...

well, he tried to kill me.

You're lying.

Look, everybody thought
he was the greatest guy,

including me, until
he pulled a gun.

What did you do?

I shot him.

Dead.

What can I do to help?

We need to search your house.

Nice.

Well, it's a choice.

Lacks a woman's touch.

Got something.

Wow.

The imagination station.

"All that's necessary
for evil to triumph

is that good men do nothing."

That's, uh, Edmund
Burke, I believe.

Wherever Tibbs is, at least he
doesn't have these with him.

Well, he may have other weapons.

Check this out.

The mayor's public
appearance schedule.

I wonder what he did for
Tibbs to target him.

Doesn't matter.

All Tibbs cares about is the rush

that comes from killing
an important man.

The mayor's power
becomes his power.

Where is Tibbs now?

Who else do you think would
be a target for his rage?

I don't know, but he hasn't
signed his divorce papers yet.

Do we have someone at the diner
where Tibbs' wife works?

Where is she? Where's my wife?!

Duffel bag could be a weapon.

- Where's my wife?!
- We need to hold back.

We move too soon, we blow
our whole cover with Tibbs.

Can I help you?

I don't know, man.

You helping my wife hide from me?

Oh, no.
Linda went home early today.

She didn't go home.

She hasn't been home in weeks.

She staying with you?
You can tell me.

You hot for my wife?

You bangin' my wife?

I need you to go now.

Please?
You're scaring my customers.

Okay, I'll go.

Next time you see Linda,

give her something from me.

Tell her to choke on these.

All right.

Well, at least you
didn't shoot this one.

If I understand this correctly,

two of my agents almost shot
a man in a crowded diner

for bringing his wife flowers.

"Almost" is the key word there.

I've listened. I've empathized.

I've heard enough.

This case is too dangerous.
We need a new approach.

Agreed. No more sitting
around and waiting

for something to push
Tibbs over the edge.

We need to create
our own stressor.

Are you saying, incite
the suspect to violence?

It wouldn't take much.

Cut off the power to his house,

a couple of eggs on his truck.

Just enough to make
him go berserk,

do something violent.

You're off the case, Jane.

Actually, as a matter of
fact, there is no case.

Henry Tibbs is a sick man, and
he needs psychological help.

What if he can't be helped?

We are the criminals then,
if we don't at least try.

I'm taking Rigsby and Cho.

Where?

I'm arresting Henry Tibbs
on felony weapons charges.

I wonder if our new boss is
in a little over his head.

Really? I don't.

Tibbs could kill him.

Or he could save Tibbs.

All right.

Okay, you two...

cover the back.

I'm sick of watching everyone
play with this man's life.

Yeah.

You're with the
Goldwyn Group, right?

Is this about the job interview?

No, sir. I'm afraid it's not.

Hi, Henry.
My name is Luther Wainright.

Hold on. You--you were at CBI.

That's right.
We are with the government.

We've been watching you.

You... what?

We spoke with your wife, Henry.

We know that you're
in a lot of pain,

and we're worried about you.

The government would like to
provide you with some help.

Wait. Wait, wait.
What the hell is going on?

Look, I know this is
all pretty confusing,

and we're going to
explain everything.

First, however, we need
to search your house.

I have a warrant right here.

You don't need a warrant.

You can come inside my house.

I got nothing to
hide from nobody.

- Thank you.
- Ohh. Excuse me, sir.

We're busting in.

Cover the rear exit.

Hold the door.

Hey. This is Wainright.
Tibbs is on the run.

Get us a bird in the air.

Hey, Jane. Tibbs evaded arrest.
He's on the move.

Okay.

You.

Hey, Henry.

Okay. Stay calm.
Don't move.

Do not draw your weapons.
This man will not hurt you.

He cannot hurt you.

No.

Isn't that right, Henry?

What the hell are
you talking about?

You don't want to
pull that trigger.

You think you do.

You think it will switch off
that vacancy sign in your soul,

but the truth is,

taking a life's just
gonna make things

a whole lot more complicated.

Believe me.

I don't expect to
live past today.

But you can.
You haven't hurt anyone yet.

You put that gun away now,

and we will get you the
help that you need.

I think...

I think it's too late for me...

and everyone here.

Hold on, boss.

Whew.

Loud.

Hey. How ya doin'?

You're under arrest for
the attempted murder

of... everybody.

Turn around.
Put your hands on your head.

What's going on?
How come no one's hurt?

When we searched Tibbs' house,

we replaced all of his
live rounds with blanks,

in case we lost him again.

So long, partner.

Let's go.

The DA is offering you
90 days in county jail

if you plead no contest

to two counts of
theft from a body.

You'll have a warm
bed for the winter

and shelter waiting for
you when you get out.

Sounds good.

Thanks.

Oh, um, I was in the
pawnshop today,

and I picked something
up I thought

maybe you could use
when you get out.

I haven't played one
of these in years.

I didn't think so.

Your lawyer's gonna be here
in a couple of minutes.

You take of yourself, Willie.

That's, uh, that's kind of...
my spot.

Oh.

Right. Sorry.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

You, uh, set me up today.

You knew I would be the stressor
that pushed Tibbs over the edge.

Well, one can never
really know these things.

- To be honest, I was rooting for you.
- Really?

Yes, I find your, uh,
youthful brand of earnestness

quite refreshing.

How did you know Tibbs was
gonna go to that garden?

Educated guess.

He had it circled
in his calendar.

Well, then why on earth wouldn't
you clear the area first?

The plan that was approved
by, uh... you

was to catch Tibbs in
the act, I believe.

You know that psychopathy
test I gave Tibbs?

I figured out why it didn't work.

See, it's a rating scale
based on observation,

so the more time you
spend with the subject,

the more accurately
you can then observe

their behavioral traits,

and, uh, guess what
I've been doing?

Oh, you haven't.

Glibness and superficial charm?

Check.

You flatter me.

Grandiose sense of self-worth?

You betcha.

Cunning and manipulative,
poor behavioral controls,

failure to accept
responsibility for own actions.

So I, uh, I cross-referenced
all of my observations

with your history as a
thief and a con artist,

and, uh, congratulations, Jane.

According to the score,

you are a clinical psychopath.

Wow.

Well... certainly explains a lot.

Now I know what I'm dealing with,

so I'll adjust accordingly.

As you should.

Lisbon.

Everything all right?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

I like our new boss.

I think we'll work
very well together.

Would you like some tea?

I'm tired. I'm gonna go home.

I made a pot.

All right. I'll take one to go.

I heard you got your man.

As did you. Nice work.

You think I'm an
antisocial personality?

Yeah. Sure. Who isn't?

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