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Poor soul.
What is he still doing up there?

Waiting on the coroner.

Careful. Slow drip.

A single shot through the back.

Looks like he got off a few
rounds before he hit him.

9-millimeter, maybe?
It looks like.

Was anybody here?

Oh...

Janitor came in at 7:00.

Says the victim's name
is Jeremy Reese.

Lived here in Clearlake.

Did the janitor
see anyone?

It was empty.
It's a private gym.

Victim had a key,
but it's not in his bag.

His car's still in the lot.

Robbery, maybe?

We should go
to his apartment now.

Have you seen Jane?

Nope.

(cell phone rings)

Mm.

Good morning, Lisbon.

Don't be so sure.
We caught a case.

I've been alerted.

And yet you're not here
in Clearlake.

Well, I'm busy.

Jane. You can't
obsess like this.

Obsess?

I know that I've met
Red John now.

Shook his hand.

I have what you coppers
call a lead.

I think you're obsessing.

I will text you the address.
I'll see you there.

Uh.
(Snaps shut)

Jeremy Reese.

No record. Not even
a parking ticket.

What do you think?

I think he graduated from
college about three years ago.

He's single.

He works in the sciences.

Uh, maybe a biologist.

He's from back east.

No family in the area.

Yeah. He was a botanist.

He worked at
a local pot farm,

Westerly Organics.

Pot farm?
Oh, that follows.

His last phone call was
to Alice Burns last night.

She's an old
college Professor of his.

Yes, that would be her
in the photograph.

I'm guessing the parents

couldn't make it out
for the graduation.

Also this, um,
apartment's been tossed.

By who? Martha Stewart?

No, by someone
who was searching

for something
of incredible value.

They wanted to try and put
the place back together,

but they failed.

Incredible value?

There's about 200 bucks
worth of furniture in here.

Allow me to show you.

This plaid shirt here
is in amongst the stripes.

Hard to miss.

(Lisbon) That is a wall.

So it is.

Bear with me.

Eh...

(Inhales sharply)

Yes. Uh,

it's back over here.

There it is.

See these two textbooks?
They're out of order.

Volume one
is next to volume three.

(Lisbon) Oh.
(Snaps glove)

(Rattles)

Found his keys.

(Clanks)

It's empty.

Killer got
what they came for.

We need to find someone
who knows what was in that safe.

I think
this puzzle box is the key.

Whatever's in here
was important enough to hide,

but not valuable enough
to put in that safe.

(Snaps glove)

What do you think it is?

Well, we don't know yet.

It's a puzzle.

Cho, crack it open.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

It's my puzzle.

All mine.

♪ The Mentalist 5x10 ♪
Panama Red
Original Air Date on December 9, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey, boss.

We didn't get much
off Jeremy's phone.

Mostly calls
to his family in Boston.

Call his parents
and give them the bad news.

Tell Rigsby to check
his e-mails and his texts.

We need to find out
what was in that safe.

I'm on it.

Hello.

I'm looking
for Agent Teresa Lisbon.

Mrs. Burns.

You were the last person Jeremy
called before he was murdered.

Do you need a moment?

Uh, no, I'll be fine.
I'm okay.

Why did Jeremy call you?

Just to talk. I was
his advisor in college.

Was he having problems?

He was upset over a disagreement
with his boss.

Not surprising
if you know Matthew Gold.

A bit of
a medical marijuana celebrity.

He owns Westerly Organic?

Yeah.

Jeremy did not smoke,
by the way.

Genetic research
around marijuana

is simply the most
exciting place to be

for a young botanist.

It was a good use of his skills.

Did he go into specifics
about the fight?

No. He just said
that he was anxious

over friction with his boss.

Jeremy could be...

Secretive.

We're plant people.

Did he have any enemies?

Anyone with an ax to grind?

No.

He was kind
and generous to a fault.

Do you always keep in touch with
your students after graduation?

No.

Jeremy's mother died
a few years ago,

and with my son in Houston,

we were a...

Pretend family.

(Coughs)

What are you sick with?

It started in my stomach
and spread to the lymph nodes.

School wants me
to wrap it up.

I told them,
"eh, one more semester."

He, um...

I'm sorry.

(Clears throat)

Um, brought me my prescription
every two weeks

and we would do the crossword.

(Laughs) He liked puzzles.

Any kind. Didn't matter.

Your doctor lets you smoke?

He prescribed it.

I'm dying.
It helps with the pain.

And helps me eat
my husband's cooking.

Mm.

Uh, just--just
one more question--

you don't happen to know
how to open this, do you?

(Laughs)

No.

Jeremy made me one
and I forgot how it went.

Ah. Clever kid, huh?

(Dog barking)

Hi, there.
We're with the CBI.

We're looking for your boss,
Matthew gold.

(Man) That's me.

Can we talk in the barn?

I'm just hanging some buds.

Hangin' some buds.

Well, someone's gotta do it.
Mm.

You know, I-I never had a kid
that smart on the farm.

In five years, he'd--he'd have
been running this place.

Were any of your
other workers jealous?

No, everyone loved Jeremy.

They'll all help
plan a memorial.

We're like minds here,
you know?

Dedicated to organic growing.

None of that indoor
chemical garbage.

So, uh, how do I get involved?

Do I have to get a prescription
or join a club or something?

You'll be in the cooperative,

if you have a condition
we can help with.

We, uh, we supply patients
all over the state.

California says I can grow
no more than exactly 99 plants.

Uncle Sam says
I'm a narco-terrorist.

I choose to side
with California.

Tough business.

Eh, I just wish
I could grow more.

But these laws...

I'm no businessman.

Used to be.

I gave up a software career

to come out here
and make a difference.

We're healers, you know?

Healers with an armed guard?

Oh, Vick, yeah.

He, uh, keeps our
intellectual property safe.

We grow the dankest weed
in the valley,

thanks to these.

"Dank"? I'm, uh,
I'm guessing that means "good"?

Well, our patients like it.

(Rattles)

Jeremy helped me
grow that crop.

We won highest T.H.C.
at Mendocino Weed Wars.

It's a cross between
reclining Buddha

and some wicked Afghani stuff.

I've, uh, turned down
offers from the cartels

who don't exactly abide
by the social contract,

hence Vick.

When was the last time
you saw Jeremy?

He was out of here
at 5:00 yesterday.

Uh, the kids
cook dinner together,

but, I don't know, Jeremy
usually did his own thing.

Uh, we heard that Jeremy
was fighting with his boss.

Fighting? No, no.

We--we were eye to eye.

We were just planting
next year's crop.

I can show you.

Okay.
Yeah.

(Birds chirping)

(Whistling softly)

(Inhales)

Danky.

Hi.

I was hoping
you could help me.

Keep hoping.

You're not scared of cops,

but, uh, you tried to avoid
eye contact back there.

Because you're loyal to Jeremy?

You think he was into something
that he shouldn't have been?

You're reaching.

Always.

Dippin' into
the company stash, huh?

And don't deny it. You're
as high as a kite right now,

and I can guarantee you
that's against company policy.

(Scoffs) Big whoop.
So you know I'm baked.

Oh, you're not just baked.

You are baked.

What's your name?

Carson.

What are you protecting
Jeremy from, Carson?

He's dead.

Okay.

Like, six months back...
Mm-hmm.

My car was jacked up
in an accident.

Jeremy gave me money
to fix it.

8 g's.

Like it was nothing.

That's a lot of money.

You think he was dealing
the marijuana on the side?

Hey, I asked him.

He said, "hell no""

I didn't care.

But if Matthew found out,

he'd kill him.

That's good to know.

Thank you, Carson.

You need some more eye drops.

Just maybe a breath mint.

Secret's safe with me.

No big-ticket items
on Jeremy's credit card.

I don't know
what Jane's talking about.

Kid lived cheap.

Yeah, but if you look
at his bank accounts,

plain vanilla.

Then eight months ago,
he opens a savings account,

and he gets once-monthly
direct deposits

from some company
in the Caymans.

10 grand a pop.

Shady.

'Sup, ladies?

Hey.

Gang unit has a tip
on a counterfeiting ring

running out of a garage
on west capitol.

Rapid response team
is up for the bust.

Nice. Now?

Roll call in 30.

I squared it
with your cute boss.

I'm in.

Uh, we have work to do.

I'll have him back
in a few hours, dad.

Look, if you're
the rapid response team,

shouldn't you be
sliding down fire poles,

not hanging around here
for 30 minutes?

So Jeremy was making money
on the side.

More than he was making
at Westerly Organics.

Maybe that's the boss
he was fighting with.

Except I can't figure out
who was paying him.

A company in Romania that was
incorporated in the Caymans.

Keep digging.

We need to figure out
what was in that safe.

Uh, what do you think
it was, drugs?

He had too much respect
for his work

to sell it in Ziploc baggies.

Well, it wasn't cash.

All the money deposited in his
account's still there,

except for 8 grand.

Which he gave to his friend.

Preliminary forensics report

puts the time of death
around 6:00 a.m.

No one had seen Jeremy
for 12 hours.

Maybe he was moonlighting.

Might explain those deposits.

Jane? Thoughts?

I'm puzzled.
That's evidence.

I want you to get it
to technical services

and have it opened,
on my desk in the morning.

Are we good?

You seem a little obsessed
with evaluating our status.

Is it good, bad...

I mean, we're alive.

The guy that made this
is dead.

By comparison, I think
we're doing very well.

Tomorrow morning.

(Whirring)

(Whirring)

(Whirring)

(Whirs, snaps open)

(Clatters)

(Machines rumbling, beeping)

(Counters flapping, beeping)

(Explosion)

(Wade) Police! Hands in the air!
(Indistinct yelling)

Hands in the air!
Hands in the air!

Up against the wall!
Hands in the air!

(Woman) Kimball?

Summer?

(Beeps)

(Beeps)

(Equipment whirring)

(Beeps)

(Man) Hands in the air!

Already done.

Down on the ground!

Well... do--uh...

Uh, hands in the air,

or--or down on the ground?
I'm a little confused.

(Door closes)

A tobacco laboratory?

Well, I didn't know
what it was.

Oh, so you just broke in?

Uh... eh...

I left you a voicemail.

How did you get
the box open?

Uh... heh.

Francesca Ehrlich
with JG Allen Tobacco.

This is Stuart Davis,
my boss.

Ah. Patrick Jane, consultant.

This, uh, isn't my boss.

I am Teresa Lisbon,
and I am his boss.

So you're responsible
for Mr. Jane

compromising a top-secret
research facility?

Jeremy had a key.
What was he doing with a key

to a tobacco laboratory?

Well, Jeremy is...

was...
a freelance botanist.

He worked nights
and weekends for us

about nine months?

Yeah.

And what's your role here?

I'm senior vice president
in charge of new products.

New products?

Like, uh, the, uh...
(Inhales)

Mar--marijuana?

Our analysis is that marijuana

will be decriminalized
in our lifetime.

Oh.

And JG Allen will be
ready to embrace that market.

Still a controversial area,

hence the secrecy.

So you were having Jeremy Reese
grow you some corporate weed?

He was developing
a fungus-resistant

mass-producible
marijuana strain.

Project Turbo Wolf.
It was part of my portfolio.

Project Turbo Wolf?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, we heard that Jeremy
was arguing with his boss.

But it wasn't at
his day job, was it?

It was you.

Well, disagreements
between researchers

and the product team
are common.

And there was a spirited
discussion a few days ago.

We haven't seen Jeremy since.

And... how do I
put this delicately?

He had just harvested
his Turbo Wolf seeds.

And we can't seem
to find them.

(Lowered voice) That may be
what was in the safe.

(Lowered voice) Ah.
You haven't found anything?

Well, it seems someone
may have bogarted your stash.

Well, we have to
find those seeds.

I mean, this project
will be worth billions

to the company one day.

Billions? Wow.

How much is it worth today?

Well, I'm sure
our competitors

would pay millions
to acquire it.

I'll bet you
dollars to doughnuts

I can find your seeds.

Let's start with a tour
of the lab, shall we?

Looks like your marijuana
project is well funded.

Well, it's not all
just marijuana, per se.

We're also developing a range
of non-narcotic products.

Jeremy's desk, I imagine?
Yes, sir.

It's exactly as he left it.

Mm.

What's the story
with this box?

Because whenever I touch it,
you blink rapidly.

Uh, nothing.

(Lisbon) Could you step back,
Mr. Pierce?

Thank you.
Making me nervous.

(Patrick) Hmm.

Oh.

That looks like a bug.

Cool.

(Rigsby)
Summer Edgecombe.

Wow.
Yeah.

That's not--

that's not yours, is it?

No.

She's in town for her wedding
to the baby's father.

Gonna be a pretty
big deal, apparently.

Wow.

You said that.

Yep. You dodged a bullet

when you let that one
slip away.

Oh, my God. Kimball.

Can you believe this?

I'm in town for, like,
five days,

and boom--here we are.
Like old times.

Yeah. Just like.

(Laughs)

Summer, why didn't you call me
if you were in trouble?

I wasn't in trouble.

Well, you are now.

Oh, please. This? You can
make this go away.

I'm a confidential informant.

I got juice
in this building.

Yeah, but you were in a garage
full of phony cash.

No. No, no, no. No.

Chuck said we were
just going for a ride.

I was bored, so I went.

And then he said he had to
stop by some friends'.

And... well, when I got there,

I realized it was a bad deal.

By then, it was too late.

Mm-hmm.
Hmm.

Eight months pregnant?

Mm-hmm.

How stupid do you think
I think you are?

Uh, I swear,
I have nothing to do

with this counterfeiting,
or whatever.

Like, at all.

Ask those guys.
Well, they're not talking.

Well, what are we gonna do?
The wedding's in two days.

I-I can't stay here.

Your buddy Chuck could help.

You don't believe me.

Doesn't matter
what I believe.

It matters to me, Kimball.

I-I-I did what you said.

I went to Seattle.
I got cleaned up.

And--and Marshall, he's nice.

He's--he's in real estate.
We have a house.

That's good.

And if this guy's
halfway decent,

he'll understand.

No, no, no.
He can't know.

He thinks I'm at my sister's.

Look, I love him.

But there's
things about me...

Please?

No one else
is gonna help me.

(Sighs)

Tell me where
to find Chuck.

You need to let her go.

I knew this was coming.

Look, I know the woman.
She was my C.I.

I heard she was
a lot more than that.

Look, she didn't do this.

She was just
in the wrong place.

Maybe she was
in the right place,

as a lookout.
No.

I know her.
And I believe her.

This is my case.

I'm charging her.

Now what?

Cop to cop, you know
how this goes.

Just give me what I need,
and let's get out of here.

Davis won't say this,
but three days ago,

I was called upstairs
to restrain the kid.

He's screaming,
"it's my work."

The project's completed, right?

They wanna move the seeds
into secure storage.

That's when the kid lost it.

I'm gonna need access
to all the recordings you made.

Then you're gonna need
a court order.

Cop to cop.

Huh.

Cho's awfully trusting.

It's from
the rapid response raid.

It's counterfeit.
There's bags and bags of it.

Bags and bags of it?
Imagine that.

(Van Pelt) You like the security
guard for the murder?

Pierce? Eh.

He's well trained,
but a lapdog.

Lifestyle's too comfy
to risk murder.

That may be true,
but I'm gonna hold them

until I can get a warrant
to search the tobacco lab.

Did you check
the security logs yet?

Yeah. On the night
of his murder,

Jeremy swiped into
JG Allen Tobacco at 8:00 p.m.

That makes sense.

They were planning to take
his work to cold storage,

so he went to the lab
to take back his seeds.

Seeds worth millions of dollars.

Certainly worth killing for.

Find the seeds,
you'll find the killer.

Grace, do you have any of
Jeremy's notebooks from the lab?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Right here.

A lot of it's gibberish.

Like a code?

There's a long tradition
of scientists

that disguise
their thoughts in code.

Let me see.

You have an idea?

Eh, more of a notion.

We need to interview every
employee from the tobacco lab.

Rigsby, run background checks.

And let's get
the execs back here.

(Clangs)

CBI, ma'am.

We have information

Chuck Calloway's
been staying here.

I don't know any Chuck.

Really? You're his sister,
so how's that--

(door slams)

(Clatters)

(Grunts)

(Gun clatters)

(Grunting)

You got it?
I got it!

Police brutality, man!
Not yet!

Give me your arms.
I'm not resisting!

Ow! Oh! Oh!

Pierce, isn't it?

What do you want?

What do I want? I want
your professional opinion,

if that's okay.

Uh, I found this note

in Jeremy's apartment.

You know that name?
Olivier Gans?

No. Should I?

Ah, he's a pharmaceutical
company buyer, middle man.

You think Jeremy knew him?

Well, we don't know.

As you can see, the rest
of the note is in code,

and I can't--I can't
crack it, so...

Well, maybe I could.

Sure.

Be my guest.

If anything pops out,
just let me know.

(Exhales)

Who's Olivier Gans?

Uh, I don't know.
Made him up.

(Crunching)
(Taps desk)

How do you know Summer?

(Mouth full)
Oh, we're friends.

She and my cousin
hooked up once.

Maybe more than once.
A few times, actually.

I got it.
(Laughs)

Now what were you two doing
at that warehouse?

It's okay.

No one knows you're here.

(Crunching loudly)
(Taps desk)

Shall we go another round?

(Sighs loudly)
I did some work

for these guys.

I'd buy some stuff
with their bills

and then return it
for cash.

I don't care about
your criminal offenses.

I want to know what
Summer Edgecombe

was doing there.

Oh, dude... (Chuckles)
These are not good people.

Okay? They--they scare me.

I was dropping off some cash,
but I was a little light,

and I thought they'd be chill
if I brought a pregnant lady.

You're an idiot, Chuck.
And I need names.

Everything you know
about that counterfeit ring.

And if I can't remember?

Do you need another enemy?

Researchers consistently
fail to understand

the importance
of their own work.

Is that why you
spy on people?

We have every right
to maintain

operational oversight
of our employees--

freelancers included.

Maybe legally speaking.

How do you feel
about it, Francesca?

Well--

I chose not to inform
Francesca

of my instructions
to Pierce.

So you don't trust
your executives, either?

I wonder if there's hidden
microphones in your office.

There's not.

There's not, Francesca.

(Chuckles)
(Chuckles) Of course.

We'll find out soon enough.

We're working on
getting a warrant

to obtain your security
recordings.

Uh, excuse me.
(Groans)

Olivier Gans--are you
familiar with him?

Big-time underworld
pharmaceutical buyer.

Very clandestine.

That looks like
Jeremy's writing.

(Patrick) Yeah, we found it
among his papers.

W-we have reason to believe
that he

and this Gans guy
were in contact.

And you ask
if I trust my people?

Do you think Jeremy was
shopping around Turbo Wolf?

Well, maybe. This guy's
very connected.

He deals all over the globe.

And this code?

Well, yeah. W-we're stumped.

Maybe somebody on your team
can get to the bottom of it.

When is Jeremy's memorial?

Tomorrow morning.
Mm.

Hmm.
Hmm.

Sorry for the intrusion.

(Snaps paper)

D.D.A. Ardiles.
Charles Calloway.

(Exhales)

Agent Cho,
always a pleasure.

You can call me Chuck.

Ah, I think I will. Chuck.
(Latches click)

So... we looked into
some of the names

you gave Agent Cho.

If these, uh, claims
hold water,

this counterfeiting ring
you're hooked into

is quite extensive.
Well, dude,

these guys run California,
okay? (Chuckles)

And you're prepared
to inform on them?

Yeah.

Well, I mean,
for the right price.

Let me guess.
Full immunity.

I can't do time, man.

Hey.

Oh, yeah. Uh...

Uh, Summer Edgecombe--

I only come on board
if she walks.

Now the picture
comes into focus.

Look, Summer wasn't involved.

She was just there
when the raid went down.

Wasn't Summer Edgecombe
a former C.I. herself?

She proved to be an asset to
the CBI on many occasions. Yeah.

Nothing else?

(Laughs) Ohh...

You and Summer?

(Laughs)

Look, are you gonna make
a deal or not?

It's always something
with you guys.

(Sighs) You know what?
I wasn't looking forward

to prosecuting a pregnant
woman anyhow.

Welcome aboard, Chuck.

We'll draw up
the paperwork.

(Ship horn blows)

(Clicks tongue)

(Acoustic guitar playing)

♪

Say what you will
about hippies.

They throw a good funeral.

Sure, if classical guitar
is your bag.

So did you get that
puzzle box open?

Yes. Magnets.

Magnets.

He would have loved
that you figured that out.

He didn't have a lot of people
that could play at his level.

Yeah, well, that's a curse
some of us live with.

Uh, excuse me, please.

Hey, nice of you to come.

Well, I had some business
in the area.

Thought I'd stop by, show my respects.
Mm-hmm.

Some business?
You have a lead?

Uh, it's okay.
You can trust Carson.

Well, we have a...

confidential but, uh,
very solid lead.

Olivier Gans?
Who's that?

He's a big-time
pharmaceutical buyer.

Uh, shady character,
deep pockets,

smoke-filled rooms.

Was Jeremy trying to sell
our strains?

Did you know about this?

What? No. No, I swear.

We'll find out soon enough
when we can crack Jeremy's code.

(Cell phone rings)

Uh, please excuse me.

Hi, Lisbeth.

I don't know what game
you're playing,

but I think you're getting
carried away

with this Olivier Gans thing.

How so?

I-I just got a call

from the vice President
of something or other

of JG Allen Enterprises.

They're up in arms about Gans.
Really?

They think he's trying
to steal Turbo Wolf.

Well, he hasn't yet,
but he might soon.

We should meet
at his hotel.

The imaginary man has a hotel?

That's right.

Is this hotel imaginary, too?

Oh, no, very real.

It's, uh, the Vista
in Clearlake.

I'll meet you there
in an hour. Bye.

(Snaps phone shut)

(Patrick) Jeremy was killed
for his seeds.

But the killer's faced
with a problem.

Who wants to pay
millions of dollars

for a handful of seeds?

Somebody who knows
their value.

Yeah, well, that's
a very limited market,

and with a murder
investigation afoot,

I am betting that the killer
is desperate enough

to sell now
and get out of town.

So you made up a fake buyer?

Olivier Gans.

And the rest of the note
is Caesar code.

Exactly the kind of thing
that Jeremy would use

to hide his information.

It translates to "3:00 p.m.
Friday at the Vista."

Who's gonna figure that out?

Whoever has millions
of dollars at stake.

Assuming they do,
we can't arrest somebody

for knocking on a door.
I'm well aware of that.

That's why we're gonna get them
to sell us the merchandise.

Olivier?
(Knocks)

You ready?

(Exhales)

Uh, yeah, lose the tie.

I don't think Olivier Gans
is a tie guy.

Okay, you got it.

See that face?

That's exactly why
I didn't tell you the plan.

It's not a good plan.
It's a good enough plan,

and Rigsby's wearing
one of those ear thingies.

I will talk him through the con.
He'll be fine.

What if the killer
doesn't show up?

Then we go back
to old-fashioned police work.

But this way, we get to enjoy
some room service.

Please, have a seat.

(Clears throat)

Enough of the cheese.

I'm hungry.

Jane, it's 3:15.

Patience.

(Sighs)
(Phone rings)

Hello?

Yeah. Send him up.

(Receiver clatters)

(Clears throat)

On the way.

(Exhales)

Mr. Gans, is it?

And who are you?

Jeremy couldn't be here.

You'll conduct business
with me today.

I'm Francesca.

Yeah. Come in.

Once she makes her offer,
you sweep in

and make your arrest.
If she makes the offer.

(Mutters indistinctly)

How do I know
you're not a cop?

(Patrick on earpiece)
Easy there, tiger.

Chicken's already in the coop.
Let's not overdo it.

The cops don't have
the real deal.

I do.

There's only one
Turbo Wolf.

Would you like to sample
the product?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

(Patrick chuckles)

(Flicks lighter twice)

Get her to show you
the seeds.

(Inhales and coughs)

(Strained voice) That's nice.

Really smooth.

It's a 60/40
Indica dominant hybrid,

ideal for commercial production
of smokable applications

as well as for pills,

oral sprays,
and dermal patches.

(Exhales) Strong.

And, uh, where are the seeds?

I'm going in.

(Knock on door)

Who's that?

Uh, it's not us.

Just--just answer it.

(Normal voice) Y-you just
stay there. I got this.

(Sighs)

Hi. Uh, you're Gans?

Depends.

You're looking for
Turbo Wolf, right?

Uh, could you pass
the cheese plate?

This is getting good.

They can't both have
Turbo Wolf.

No, but one of them
killed Jeremy for it.

All right,
then I'm pulling the plug.

We can bring them in
and talk to them.

Pish posh.
He's doing a great job.

Let's just see what happens.

What's she doing here?

Me? What are you
doing here?

(Laughs) Oh.
You guys know each other?

That's nice.

The pot business
is fairly small.

Though I'm in the pot
business, and, uh,

I don't know
either of you.

Am I talking loud?

You're doing fine, Rigsby.
What we need to figure out--

the story with Matthew Gold.

Please. S--

Oh, I know what to do.

You do?
Mm, maybe.

Uh, w-we divide and conquer,

uh, give them a chance
to split the money.

Rigsby, we're gonna play
a little game.

It's called "repeat after me."

"I can understand
you're nervous..."

I understand you're nervous.

"You're both trying to sell
a dead man's work."

You're both trying to sell
a dead man's product.

Here's the thing.

My client just wants results.

"They're not interested
in provenance."

They're not concerned
with provolone--

provenance.

They... (Chuckles) they're not
concerned with provenance.

They don't care
where it came from.

"You both claim to have
Turbo Wolf to sell me."

You both claim that you're
selling Turbo Wolf.

Only one of you is right.

"Now I don't have all day
to hash this out..."

So here's what I'm gonna do.

I have $4 million.

That's the price that
Jeremy and I discussed.

Now...

I'm willing
to buy both your seeds...

And you guys can split
the money.

Or...

(Snorts)

Or...

One of you can prove that
you have the real deal.

And you get it all.

(Snickers)

$2 million each?

I can live on that.

(Seeds rattling)

(Exhales)

I'm sure you can,

but I didn't come here
for half of anything.

What are you talking about?
Let's take the deal.

Why?

I don't know what you have,

but my product is authentic.

I hired the team
that grew it.

(Exhales)

You poached a kid
that I trained.

Thanks for the head start.

We're getting into the weeds here.
I'm on it.

"Okay, let's not get personal."

Let's not get, uh, personal.

Let's... have some cheese,
huh? (Chuckles)

(Mouth full)
If we can't make a deal,

I'm gonna walk out of here
right now.

Fine. I'm not splitting.

You're in over your head,
Matthew.

All right, yeah. Yeah.

She might have grown
this stuff,

but Jeremy came to me
when she tried

to put his product on ice.

I convinced...

I convinced him to steal
his seeds from the lab.

The same seeds I took
from his safe.

She's got nothing.

(Sighs) Oh, my God.

Yeah, what?
You killed him?

You need me to spell it out
for you?

I'm not walking away
with half now. I want it all!

Okay, hands in the air!

What the hell
are you talking about?

Um, I-I mean, nobody move!
Whoa.

I'm a cop.
Just... nobody move. See?

Matthew Gold,
you're under arrest for murder!

(Exhales)

Rigsby, hook her up, too.
Wait--for what?

Industrial espionage,
to start with.

Yeah, I got it. (Snorts)

Ooh... uh, nope.
I'm...

I'm gonna sit down.

Mmm.
Let me see your hands.

Now! You, too.

Boss, is it okay
if I sit down?

You are sitting down, Rigsby.

I felt betrayed, you know?

That he'd go behind
my back like that.

(Scoffs) And for
a tobacco company?

Then I figured

they gave him resources
I couldn't.

(Van Pelt)
And when they told him

they were putting his project
on hold for who knows how long,

you convinced him
to steal it back.

(Gold) I told him with...

my reputation, we could
offer his strain to the world.

But that was never
your intent.

I should be rich
by now, you know?

But this whole industry,
the--

the rules change every day.

I knew when he came to me,
I...

I could take this stuff,
you know?

I knew he'd be at the gym.

I tried to tell myself
the gun was just there

so he'd give me
the keys to the safe.

But...

I knew.

I had already gone
too far.

I gotta hand it to her.
She played you all.

What are you
talking about?

Francesca.

She just confessed.

Once Jeremy's work
went into cold storage,

she knew he'd sneak
back into the lab

to steal his seeds.

That's why she switched
them out first,

so she could sell them
for herself on the black market.

You mean Francesca had
the Turbo Wolf all along?

Yep.

You killed your protege

for a handful
of worthless hemp seeds.

(Exhales)

Agent Wade.
(Zipper zips)

(Sighs)

I hope this Summer girl's
worth it.

It's not like that.

Really?
Yeah.

Look, I should have
come to you

before going
to the D.D.A.'s office.

I would have
shut you down.

I wouldn't have
blamed you.

So you're not mad?

Mad? This is about trust.

I put together
a rapid response team.

I gotta know we're watching
each other's back.

You went behind mine.

It'll never happen again.

(Scoffs) That's for sure.

(Door closes)

(Engine starts)

(Tires squeal, cans rattling)

Kimball.

Hey.

Hi.

What'd you think, I was
just gonna disappear?

I wouldn't put it past you.

Well, you saved
the wedding.

And this was
on the way, so...

Uh, babe?
Oh, Marshall, come here.

I want you to meet my friend,
Agent Cho.

Agent Cho, this is Marshall.

Uh, the fiance.
It's nice to meet you.

You got any firemen to say
good-bye to, or what?

Uh, no offense, buddy,
but, uh, we got a thing.

Just give me a minute,
would you?

Okay.
Okay.

(Summer sighs)

He's a good guy.
He really is.

We're heading down to Pismo
for the honeymoon.

It's nice down there.
Yeah.

Thank you, Kimball.

I promise I won't
bug you anymore.

I'm gonna be good.

Good-bye, Summer.
Good luck.

I'd kiss you, but Marshall
gets crazy jealous.

(Cans rattling)

This is so annoying.
I can't find my keys.

Mm. Did you check your desk?
Of course I--

(rattling)
Hmm.

(Sighs)

(Pieces clattering,
hammer thuds)

Oh. Here they are.
Silly me.

Mm.

You keep a hammer
in your desk.

You only think you know
everything about me.

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