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The attack took place in the
middle of a shift change.

Normally the shift
works till morning,

but some of the crew had a
bachelor party tonight.

Who's getting married?

Toby Rawlins.

He found the victim seconds
after his throat was cut.

Mm. That's gotta be the
worst bachelor party ever.

Did Toby see what happened?

He saw a hooded man
run into the woods.

Jeans, dark jacket.
Couldn't make out a face.

Any sign of a murder weapon?

Nothing.

Who's the victim?

Paul Satterfield.

25 years on the job.

- Excuse me.
- Multiple citations for bravery.

It's not your fault.

Yeah, I know that.

Unless, of course, you did it.

- Did you kill him?
- No!

Okay. Just had to ask.

What are you doing
out here, anyway?

Thought you were headed off

to celebrate your
last day of freedom.

Paul couldn't make the party.

He never leaves his shift early.

But he bought me a cigar
for us to smoke together.

So someone inside
the fire station

knew the victim was
coming out here?

If you're saying one of our
guys did this, no way.

I saw the killer get
away through there.

Look, we had half
the fire station

looking for him.

Guys from two shifts.

Could be the killer
circled back around

and joined the
search for himself.

Could have happened.
It would have been chaotic out here.

Paul Satterfield was one of us.

We all loved him like a brother.

Yeah. You've heard of
Cain and Abel, right?

Cho, gather the firefighters.
We need to establish a timeline.

Can I borrow your flashlight?

I'm gonna go looking
for the murder weapon.

Aah!

Aah!

Jane?

Jane, you out here?

Jane, come on!

No.

No.

Paramedics!

I need help now! Please!

Jane... Jane, come on.

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Still not breathing. No pulse.

Is he prone to
seizures or blackouts?

No.

How long has he been out here?

I don't know.
Um, seven, eight minutes, maybe.

Defibulator. Stand back.

Ready.

Pads on.

A milligram of atropine.

Empty bag.

Come on, start bagging.

Everybody clear.

Still nothing.

Clear.

Got a sinus rythm.

Jane... Jane, are you okay?

Bring that O2 up.

Can you hear me? Jane?

On my count.

One, two, three, lift.

Coming through.

Hey, watch yourselves.

Make a hole, make a hole.
Coming through.

how is he?

He's breathing.

He's gonna be fine.
He'll be fine.

Jane?

How you feeling?

Excellent, I think.

It's good to see you breathing.

It's good to see you, period.

We're doing everything we
can to find your attacker.

You didn't happen to
see a face, did you?

No.

Not that I can remember.

What's the last thing
you do remember?

Are we sleeping together?

Excuse me?

Well, you're a cop,
that's obvious,

but you're not treating
me like a suspect.

And I can't see any other
reason for a police officer

to come to my bedside
unless we're--

unless we're sleeping together.

You don't know who I am?

Please don't take it personally.
I'm sure you're quite memorable.

I just--I-I've been
through a lot...

apparently.

No.

We are not sleeping together.

We're working toward
it, though, right?

So I haven't missed anything?

What's your name?

Are you putting me on?

I wish I was.

Um, I'm Teresa
Lisbon with the CBI.

I'm a homicide detective.

You're my consultant.

I catch bad guys?
Wow, that sounds like fun.

I always wanted to pit
my psychic skills

against criminals.

You're not a psychic.

You used to pretend
to be one, but you--

But what?

Teresa?

Uh, I'm sorry.
I should have talked to the doctor

before I came in here. I--

Whoa, whoa. Teresa, wait.

I saw something
during my attack.

What did you see?

A light.

What kind of light?

White light. Intensely bright.

And I walked toward it.

There were people, lots of
people gathered around,

reaching out with
their hands to me.

There was a woman--
a woman who knew you.

Your mother.

Jane, I'm not impressed.

I told you my mother
died when I was a girl.

Well, did you tell me that
she gave you that cross?

You touched it just like
that when I was unconscious.

It's what... led her to me.

And now I can lead her to you.

You wanna put me in touch
with my dead mother?

I'm a psychic, Teresa.
That's what I do.

He doesn't know who I am.

He doesn't know who
he is, either.

It's called dissociative fugue--

the temporary loss of
personal identity.

It can last hours or months,
and in rare cases, years.

But he remembers some things,

like he used to be
a fake psychic.

He just did a cold
reading on me--

it was a good one.

Has he had any previous traumas?

His wife and daughter
were murdered.

There you go. His subconscious
mind is protecting itself

from further trauma by
blocking out that pain.

As far as Patrick knows,
his family never existed.

Their death is what
brought him to us.

And that's why he
doesn't know you.

But it sounds like you're
just what he needs

to get back on his feet.

How should we act
when he gets here?

Normal.

I never know how to act
around Jane normally.

Then you're all set.

But don't talk about his past.
The doctor said it's important

that Jane's memories
come back on their own.

This is crazy.
He should still be in the hospital.

On the contrary,

the doctor wants him in
a familiar environment.

Is he gonna help with the case?

He says he can't wait.

You sure this is a
good idea, boss?

I don't know, but Jane needs
something to hold on to,

and we're gonna give it to him.

Where are we with the victim?

Well, according to
his come on-workers,

Paul Satterfield was a
legend at the firehouse.

The old guard respected him,
the younger guys idolized him.

Satterfield left
behind a widow, Diane.

They were together for 16 years.

She's coming by this
morning to talk.

Anything from the crime scene?

No trace evidence. All the
EMTs and firefighters

trying to rescue him, they
contaminated everything.

Okay, I vote we skip the
awkward introductions

because you all know me, and
in one sweeping glance,

I know as much about each of
you as the day I forgot you.

You gave us a scare yesterday.

Well, not my intention,
I assure you.

Well, we're just glad
you pulled through.

Thanks, Bigsby.

Rigsby. It's Wayne Rigsby.

Wayne.

We're just working the case, so
feel free to jump in anytime.

Okay. Your armed robber--

desperate amateur.
Why work alone?

Because he doesn't know
any other criminals.

The lucha libre mask projects
the correct attitude,

but look-- look what
he is wearing--

khakis and a fitted sweater.

Jane-- no wonder the guard
tried to shoot him.

The closest a man
should ever come

to touching a fitted sweater
is helping a woman out of one.

Jane, another team is handling
the ATM lobby hit.

We got the dead fireman.

Got it.

The victim was featured
in a local newscast

the day of his murder.

I pulled a copy
of the broadcast.

We might find something
useful in it.

Dramatic rescue before the
light of dawn this morning.

Firefighter Paul Satterfield
risked it all

to pull an unconscious man
from his burning house in Wilden.

Both men barely escaped
with their lives

when a dramatic ***
exploded behind them.

Officials believe

the fire spread from the chimney
of the two-story home of town

Wilcox, who was treated for
smoke inhalation

and released from
the hospital.

This isn't the first time we've
featured Paul Satterfield

on this newscast.

Where's Satterfield's partner?

You always enter a burning
structure with two firefighters.

I wanna know who led the victim
into that death trap alone.

Go to the firehouse and find out.
Take Jane.

Me?

Whoever killed Satterfield
tried to kill you.

Oh, you wanna give him
another try at that?

You'll be okay.
Rigsby will be with you.

Why is Teresa insisting that
I meet these firefighters?

Well, you might
recognize the killer.

Well, it's doubtful.

They said that I was
attacked in the dark

and held underwater.

So isn't it likely that
he took me from behind?

Yeah, probably.

But you're still good at
sussing out guilty parties.

Huh. How do I do that exactly?

Uh, it's hard to say.
Causing trouble, mostly.

And you don't mind?

No, we're a team.
We help each other out.

Oh.

Well, in that case, Wayne,

what's the best way in
with the luscious redhead?

Van Pelt?

Well, clearly you two had a
thing, and she dumped you,

but maybe you can share a tip
on how to open the cookie jar,

you know? Get some, uh...

tasty gingersnaps?

Oh. You want a tip?

Back off.

I thought we were a team.

I'm sorry for your loss,
Mrs. Satterfield.

You are, are you?

Yes, ma'am.

I hold firefighters in
the highest regard.

Even ones who die
in a knife fight?

Hell, even I didn't
see that one coming.

Oh. You mind?

It's not allowed.

Did your husband
have any enemies?

God, no.
Paul Satterfield was a hero.

You didn't hear?

You will.

Where's your wedding ring?

Oh, I'm having it
melted for cash.

No, not really.
At least not for cash anyway.

Having it resized to
fit my middle finger.

Think of it as a statement.

Clearly you don't mind being
considered a murder suspect.

Consider me whatever you want.

You know?

You're wasting your time.

I was working last night.

Yeah? Where?

Suicide prevention hotline.

It's true.

Two minutes with me,

and your life ain't
looking so bad.

You sure I can't have a smoke?

Gather around, please.
These men are with CBI.

We're gonna do everything we
can to help them out for Paul.

Thank you, captain.

My name is agent Rigsby.
This is Patrick Jane.

I know that some of you out
here today are on your day off,

and I wanna thank you all
for being here today.

I spent a lot of
time working arson,

which is why I know
that Paul Satterfield

was hung out to dry yesterday
during that house fire.

What are you suggesting?

Doesn't matter.
I got what I need.

You recognize one of these men?

No, but I've seen enough
to identify the killer.

Or, more specifically,

your mascot here has
smelled enough.

What's his name?

Hoser.

Naturally. Uh, may I?

Come on, Hoser.

We've all heard of dogs that
have found their way home

from thousands of miles away.

That's because these animals
have a sixth sense.

Natural disasters, the
presence of spirits,

some of them can
even detect cancer.

That's a bunch of crap.

Really?

An Atlanta woman credits
her dog Floyd Henry

for pawing a cancerous tumor
which saved her life.

Why do I remember that?

In any case, on my command,
our canine friend here

will use his
extrasensory perception

to sniff out a killer's guilt...

And I do believe he's found it.

Hoser, go get the killer.

- Huh.
- Hey.

What's this?

Smoked kipper.

Also known as red herring.

I found it in your kitchen.

What?

What's not funny?

What's going on here?

You said I cause trouble.

Yeah, to help the investigation.

That guy's the paramedic
that saved your life.

Oh, well, thank you very much.

No problem.

- Are we done here?
- Not by a mile.

When Hoser here was, uh,
pouncing on my rescuer,

I couldn't help but notice
a profound sense of relief

from...

you, sir.

What's your relationship
with the deceased?

Um, not much.

No sad feelings,
no wedding ring.

That's ladies' perfume,

with a top note of orange
mixed with bitter almond--

that's not a young
woman's fragrance.

Were you sleeping with
the victim's wife?

That's offensive.
Firefighters are a brotherhood.

Wives are off-limits.

Well, tell him that.

I think it's time for you to go.

Huh, Larkin?

- I said it's time for you to go.
- It's okay, cap.

It's all gonna come out anyway.

What he said is true.

I was having an affair
with Paul's wife.

How was that?

Yeah. Just like the old you.

Heard you riled 'em up in there.

Sounds like the Jane I know.

Hmm.

Is anything coming back to you?

Kids prefer cheese over
fried green spinach.

Come again?

It's an acronym for the
seven levels of taxonomy--

kingdom, phylum, class, order,
family, genus, species.

Impressive.

I can also name the
geological time periods,

the world's longest
rivers by size

and the complete
works of Shakespeare

in chronological order.

So the memory palace is intact.

I told you about
the memory palace?

We're friends.

The doctor says it's
your emotional memories

that are tripping you up.

Does anything come back to you?

Anything at all?

No.

What do you remember about this?

My wedding ring?

No better way to
gain a woman's trust

than to wear a wedding ring,
except maybe buy a dog,

but who wants that mess?

Okay. So you wear a wedding
ring to get over on women?

Worked on you.

You remember the house fire
that we saw on the newscast?

It was the only call that
the victim responded to

the day that he was murdered.

I'm gonna have Cho go and
take a look at the house.

I want you to go with him.

So it's his turn
to babysit me now?

Well, somebody has to.

Pleasant weather.

Has it been like this all week?

I guess. Why?

Big elephants can always
understand small elephants,

because, Teresa, because.

Oh. Oh, I get it.
It's another acronym.

Mm.

Were you at the firehouse

the night the victim
was murdered?

I left early to go to
the bachelor party.

You with anyone?

No.

So you could have circled back?

I could have, but I didn't.

Why were you sleeping
with Mrs. Satterfield?

It felt good.

Good enough to want
her husband dead?

I didn't want him dead.

Oh, no?

Well, I checked
yesterday's logs.

And you were Satterfield's
partner in that house fire.

You let him go upstairs
without backup, alone.

I was the one who was left
without backup, okay?

We live and die by SOGs--
do you know what those are?

Standard Operating Guidelines.

Yeah.

And we were conducting a
standard left-hand search

of a fully involved house,

when Paul decides to run
upstairs and find the homeowner.

Why didn't you go with him?

He left me in a smoke-filled
room with zero visibility.

I couldn't see my hand
in front of my face,

much less which way he ran.

That's the way it was with Paul.

He could break every rule,

leave his partner in danger,

and still he's the hero.

So why didn't you
tell the captain?

Paul was good press.

Look, I feel bad that he's gone.

But I'll tell you what--

I am glad that I don't
have to count on him

to cover my back
at the next fire.

You take this side
of the street.

Find out if the neighbors
saw the victim

interacting with anyone
suspicious during the fire.

You want me to go door
to door like a salesman?

You do it all the time.

You say it's one of the
more interesting things

about being a consultant.

You're a clever one, Mr. Cho,

and I'll do your bidding,

but first I wanna take a look
at this burned-out house.

When can I go inside?
I-I need to get in there.

CBI. What's going on here?

They won't let me
inside my house.

It's a standard arson
investigation.

We'll call him when it's over.

This is crazy.

Why would I set
fire to my house?

Everything I own is in there.

- My kid's childhood--
- No one's accusing you, sir.

I know you.
I-I saw you on the TV.

The fireman saved your life.
Patrick Jane.

Tom Wilcox.

I almost died yesterday, too,
but, uh, no news cameras.

Did you know the man who
pulled you from the fire

was killed last night?

Yeah, I... read it in the paper.

I didn't even get a
chance to thank him.

Did you see the victim
in conflict with anyone

during your rescue?

No, I was unconscious
the whole time.

Me, too. The guy was behind me
with my head under the water.

How did you black out?

Well, when the fire
jumped the fireplace,

I ran upstairs and grabbed all
the valuables that I could,

but the smoke was too thick,
and I couldn't breathe.

Well, we both cheated death.

That--that's just--
that's remarkable.

You know, we should
get t-shirts made up.

Well, I-I'm glad
that you're happy,

but I just lost
everything that I own.

I got my wife and my daughter
in a motel I can't afford.

Nothing but the
clothes on our backs.

You can ask your
insurance company

for an advance on the claim.

My house isn't insured.

I-I mean it was, but...

I'm a Savings And Loan officer,

and ever since the
banks collapsed,

I've been out of work.

Okay. Well, let's forget
about the t-shirts, then.

Uh, Mr. Cho,

let's say we give this poor man
a ride back to his family.

Come on.

Okay, thanks. Hey, boss?

On Rigsby's advice,
I went through

Mrs. Satterfield's
credit reports.

Take a look at this.

Looks like our grieving widow
had a lot to celebrate.

Yeah.

I'm thinking about using
that life insurance money

to redo my kitchen.

No offense, Mrs. Satterfield,
but you're quite brazen.

Which means you're either
innocent or stupid.

Well, she doubled down on her
husband's life insurance policy

a month before his murder.

I'm going with stupid.

Wouldn't be the first
time a cheating wife

arranged for her
husband's death.

You think I was unfaithful?

You were sleeping
with another man.

Paul knew about my affair.

Truth is, he was relieved.

I stopped begging
for his attention.

You see, he could never
give me what I wanted.

Which was?

A marriage.

He left ours years ago.

My husband was a junkie.

- Heroin?
- Adrenaline.

Couldn't get enough of it.

Drinking in all that glory,

dancing in the fire...

How do you compete with
the high of being a hero?

Hmm?

Why didn't you just leave him?

And what kind of a settlement

am I gonna get from
a firefighter?

I upped the policy because his
death was just a matter of time.

Every day, a race towards
the edge of a cliff.

I bet getting stabbed was the
biggest rush of his life.

Thanks for the ride.

It's, uh, it's been a tough day.

Hi, dad!

Hey, baby.

Who are your friends?

I'm agent Cho.
This is Patrick Jane.

We're investigating the
murder of Paul Satterfield.

Oh, I was just reading
about him in the paper.

So sad.

Lulu would be without
a father right now

if it weren't for him.

Do you know anything
about the funeral?

Uh, we'd like to be there.

Well, they usually have that
information in the story.

Let me have a look here.

Oh, this clown again.

He's stealing a lot of press
from our fallen hero.

Did you find my dolls?

I'm afraid not, honey.

I still haven't been able
to get inside our house.

Well, not to fear.

Mister, uh, Cho here and I
will go back to your home

and see what we can find
to make your life easier.

Yes!

No, you don't have to do that.
It's okay.

I miss my dolls.

Not for long.

Thank you, both of you.

Shall we?

What's your play here?

I don't know what you mean.

What are you trying to do?

Well, bring a ray of hope
to a family, I suppose.

And help my friends
solve a crime.

I don't buy it.

You don't help us
because you like us.

I don't like you?

Well, you don't not like us.

But you have deeper reasons
for helping people.

Without those reasons,
you're a hustler.

So what's your play?

You're wrong about me, Mr. Cho.

I do like you.

And I can assure you I wanna
help that little girl

find her lost doll.

Okay.

What's wrong?

This doll. It...
reminds me of something.

I can't--I can't quite...

It's your family?

Yeah, my family.

I can't believe I-I...

How could I forget my family?

I'm sorry.

Could you give me a
minute, please, Mr. Cho?

Sure. I'll wait outside.

Jane?

Okay, if he does show up,
please call us right away.

Thank you.

He's not at the hospital.

I'm starting to get worried.

- It's not like he has any money or ID.
- Uh, yeah, he has money.

Found this in my wallet when we
got back from the fire station.

- "IOU 60 bucks"?
- Yet I'm $63 light.

He wasn't even
honest about that.

Let's start calling
local cab companies,

see if any of the drivers
remember giving him a ride.

This is my fault.
I'm the one he conned.

- I should know better.
- So should I.

I'm the one who got him
out of the hospital.

We were all marks today.

Not me.

What? He didn't con me.

Yeah, only because he wants
to have a date with you.

Really?

Look, don't take
this the wrong way,

but the death of Jane's family
made him a better person.

And that person was
always inside of him.

The murder just brought it out.

Rigsby. Slow down. Who is this?

Are you drunk?

No, I do not do
spiritual readings.

You must have the wrong number.

- No, stop! No, stop!
- Don't hang up!

Hello?
Where are you calling from?

Okay. I'm being pulled
in this direction.

There's an older woman, an aunt
or a cousin coming through.

There's a "K" connection--

a "K" connection
somewhere over here.

My mother's name was Kate.

Twins.
She's saying something about--

what do you know about twins?

I'm a gemini.

Ah. That's your mother's way of
letting you know she's here.

She's letting me know it's
very important that you know--

that you know this
is her opportunity

to make a connection.

This is her chance
to come through.

Okay.

Okay.

Your mother's saying...
she was killed.

What I mean by that is...

hers was not a natural passing.

Is that right?

It was a car crash.

Okay. I'm sorry. Okay.

That's how you lost her.
You lost her in a car crash.

That's what you tell people--

"I lost my mother
in a car crash.

I lost her. I lost her."

But what you're forgetting
is that she lost you, too.

And there is no greater loss
than a parent's loss of a child,

but it's okay.

She wants you to know it's okay,

'cause she's here with you.

She's here tonight,
and she's telling me

that she wants a hug.

A huge hug. Come here.

Come here.

Come on, please. Come on.

It's okay.

Oh, that's okay.

I hate him.

That's not him.

You're very brave.

You have a very
strong connection.

You won't lose that now.

Thank you, folks. Whoo.

Hi.

What are you doing?

What's it look like? Business.

Excuse me. May I?

This is Rigsby's card.

Yeah, just--you know,

just until I get
my own printed up.

You said at the hospital
that you were dying to help.

This is not helping.

I am.

I'm investigating.
I felt bad about the fish stunt

I pulled on these boys,

so, uh, I decided to
take the "B" shift out

for a night on the town--
you know, get to know 'em,

make sure they're all
innocent of murder.

Are they?

They're the best of the best!

- Yep! Yep!
- You are the man, Paddy!

- Thank you!
- Cheers!

Cheers!

Oh, by the way, he
got the last round.

Could you thank him for me?

We're going back to
the hospital now.

I'm gonna take a
rain check on that.

I got another show later.

You should stick around.
I'm best with the late crowd.

Are you gonna make
me call backup

to get you out of this bar?
Because I will do that, Paddy.

Gentlemen...

The best of the best!

- Yeah, buddy!
- Hey, Paddy!

- Salute.
- Well said, my man, well said.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

I got it from here. Thanks.

I'll see you in the morning.

Uh, no.
Actually, put a fork in it.

I'm done. No more police work.

I understand.

You can stay in the hospital
until you get your memory back.

What if I don't get it back?

I talked to my
paramedic friends.

They told me that all I need to
be released from this hospital

is the signature from
a responsible adult,

and I got some pretty
tasty offers tonight.

I'm telling you,
this wedding ring--

I can make you stay, you know.

It's in my power to hold you

as a material witness in
a murder investigation.

Why would you do that?

You think I can't see
what's going on here?

You people--you're--
you're tiptoeing.

You're dancing around
some forgotten tragedy.

I'm happy now. Just...

Just let me be happy.

Fair enough.

Look, I'll miss you, but
I'll leave you alone, okay?

Thank you, Teresa.
I appreciate it.

Any parting thoughts
on the murder?

Yeah, I figured out who
killed the fireman.

You did? Who?

Jacket left pocket.

Kind of obvious,
don't you think?

No.

You need me to spell
it out for you?

Yes.

I suppose you need me to
gift wrap the killer, too?

You usually do.

My parting gift to you I
will give tomorrow morning.

Good night.

There's room up here.

Moving van, huh?

You have to put a
deposit down on that?

I thought you were broke.

Well, the investigation is over.

They let me in the house,

and I found our emergency
cash, thank God.

And now you're going away?

Montana.

No. Prison.

Put your game face
on, cockroach,

for the dignity of your family.

Hello there.
I got something for you.

I do. Look at this.

Marcy-Grace!

- Yes.
- Oh, that is so nice of you.

What do you say, honey?

- Thank you.
- It's my pleasure.

I found something
else in your house.

Well, we have to
get on the road,

so whatever it is, you
can just keep it, okay?

Come on. Get in the truck.
Let's go.

Wait--what-- what's this about?

Well, I don't believe
it's anything

your daughter wants
to hear about.

Honey?

Take her into the room.

Just go. I'll-- I'll explain later.
It's okay.

Come on, baby.

Get crazy with those
cheese puffs, kid!

So cute.

Before I show you what I found,

I have to tell you the
story that goes with it.

Um, it's a tale of an ATM
robbery gone wrong.

I believe you read about
it in the newspapers.

Put the bags down!

Do it!

Now your guns. Slowly.

Well, I don't believe
the masked robber

intended to hurt anyone, but
then again, they rarely do.

The first thing a
smart criminal does

is destroy the evidence.

Fire--that's a very
popular way to do that.

With the fireplace alight,
the masked robber

ran upstairs to lock his stash
away in the bedroom safe.

What he didn't know was
the fire downstairs

was now burning out of control.

Well, excuse me, but what
does this have to do with me?

Bear with me.
It's been a rough week.

Now when the masked robber

found the bottom floor
of his house on fire,

he should have run
right out of there.

He couldn't abandon the
cash, not after all that.

So he ran back upstairs.

Problem is the smoke
was too thick.

He couldn't breathe.

The masked robber passed out
right there in his own bedroom.

Are you accusing me
of armed robbery?

Yes.

And murder.

Oh, and, uh, attempted
murder, too.

Mine.

Well, you must be desperate.

Hardly.
I had you pegged from the start.

You know how armored
guards operate

from your Savings And Loan days.

And who would light a fire
on such a warm morning?

The hard part was to figure out

what would drive you to kill
the man who saved your life?

Then I realized that
firefighter saw something

when he braved those
flames to rescue you.

Got an unconscious man in here.

Something that would send
you to jail for life

when he caught the news
reports of the robbery

and pieced together what he saw
inside that burning house.

The mask. It had to be.

It's what you were trying to
burn with those bank bags.

It's what Satterfield
saw in your bedroom,

and that's why you
had to kill him.

That's a scary story.

But without proof,
it's just a story.

Oh, almost forgot--

the other thing I
found in the ashes.

Yeah.

I searched your house
before you did, remember?

I actually tried to
crack your safe.

It's not my specialty.

Don't worry.
I'm not here to bust you.

There's nothing in that for me.
I want half the money.

Half the money.

Well, I think that's
very generous.

I could ask for more.
What choice do you have?

Half.

Now the mask.

Uh, yeah. The mask.
Of course, yes.

You can have that there.

Wait. This isn't mine.

No. I, uh, found that at
a Mexican party store.

The colors are a good match,
though, don't you think?

Hands in the air where
I can see them!

Do it now!

Turn around.

I've always wanted
a couch like that.

Who's this?

Oh, this is my responsible
adult--Tamara.

Ta-mara.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Well, you did it.

You caught a killer, and we got
back most of the stolen cash.

Most?

Wilcox was missing
some of the money.

He said you took it, but
we didn't believe it.

I'd look for an accomplice.

That's a big job
to pull off alone.

We'll do that.

Oh, by the way...

your last paycheck.

That's my payment?

You weren't exactly
in it for the money.

Well, I'll confess to
a vague satisfaction

in taking down someone

that thought they
were smarter than me,

but not enough to wanna
stick around here.

Certainly not for this.

All right. Well, let me know
if you change your mind,

or, you know, get it back.

Some doors are best left shut.

Uh, everyone else, I-I'd
just like to say thank you.

I'm sure we've shared some
great times together.

I'm not presently
qualified to comment,

so I'm just gonna make like a rock...
and roll.

Bye.

Wait.

That looks real.

Sure does.

You weren't lying.

You took it.

Wilcox wasn't lying.
You really took it.

I'm sure I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I-I'm late for my new life.

Okay.

When did you grab the cash?

Oh, please, does
it really matter?

I mean, you people are
the highway robbers.

Look at this paycheck!

We could have you
arrested for grand theft.

There's not a jury in the
world that would convict me.

I'm out of my mind.

Ask my doctor.

You're running away.

What are you talking about?

You're starting to
feel something inside

and you don't know
what to do with them.

That's nonsense.

Prove it. Take a ride with me.

If you still wanna leave
after that, you can.

Great house. Whose is it?

It's yours.

Give me your keys.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

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