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It's lovely.
It's a crime scene.

It's a lovely crime scene.
Hey.

Couple joggers found our John Doe
on their morning run.

Body's still fresh.
It must've happened last night.

No signs of an entry or exit wound.

The cause was blunt-force trauma
to the head.

They brought in the grown-ups because
they couldn't decide whose it was?

Right. Body's right on the city line.

The only thing they agree on
is that it was a carjacking gone wrong.

Wallet, watch, wedding band,
everything gone.

Oh, not everything.

The killer would have been frustrated
to not take this.

- Looks like a wheel.
- Motorcycle wheel.

I don't buy it as a carjacking.

The murderer was covering it up
as one.

But if you're after someone's car
and valuables, you grab and bolt.

You don't waste time
taking off a cuff link.

Right.
Carjacking, a gunshot or stab wound...

- ...is more likely than a beating.
- Beating like this takes time.

- This murder was personal.
- No surprise.

The haircut, the suit, the cologne.
This man had enemies.

- His cologne tells you he had enemies?
- Sure. Oaky, confrontational.

The finishing touch on a wardrobe
that says "Pay attention, show respect."

This was an extrovert tough guy,
a professional...

...a backroom politician or a lawyer, a fixer,
the type that's good with people.

Making people do things
they maybe don't want to do.

Of what he is is useless
until we know who he is.

Well, I can do that too.

No, Jane. I, uh... I checked.
The phone's not on him.

Blue light's on. Phone's in range.

His assailant probably threw it
in the trees.

What are you doing?

- I'm making a call.
- But you don't have the phone.

- I have my voice.
- You need the phone.

Want to use voice activation,
you need its names.

There is one name programmed
into every phone.

Particularly into one belonging
to a middle-aged man...

...that was wearing a wedding band.

Home.

- Hello?
- Hello.

This is Patrick Jane from the
California Bureau of Investigation.

I was wondering if you knew a man 6
feet tall, mid-40s, salt-and-pepper hair...

...gray custom-made suit,
weighing about 192, give or take.

That's my husband, Gordon Hodge.

Gordon Hodge.

You said you're from CBI?
Is something wrong?

Uh, just a sec. It's for you.

Hello.

I knew something like this
would happen sooner or later.

Was your husband
having some sort of trouble lately?

Gordon was a criminal attorney
with a very special practice.

He had only one client:
The Sinner Saints.

- Bikers, are they?
- One of the top biker gangs in the state.

They run legit businesses, but mostly
they're into drugs and prostitution...

...low-rent protection rackets.
That kind of thing.

For years I begged him to get out.

But Gordon said
that a lawyer never abandons his client.

It's unethical.

That's what he always called them.
Never "the gang." Always "the client."

- When was the last time you saw him?
- Yesterday morning before work.

Gordon used to meet them
at all hours, that's how they are.

So we didn't get worried
when he didn't come home last night.

Had he been acting differently lately?

He'd been more on edge
the last week or so.

I think something happened at work,
but I'm not sure what.

- Did you ask him about it?
- No. Never.

Work was off-limits.

He said it was boring.

What was the real reason?

You think he was ashamed
or he sensed your shame?

He wanted to protect us.

Would his colleagues
have known what was going on?

He was a one-man shop,
didn't even have a secretary.

Gordon didn't trust anyone
with his business.

Any idea
who might have wanted to kill him?

You might want to ask his client.

He knew all their secrets.

He probably learned something
he shouldn't have.

Either of you ever meet
any of those scumbags?

No.

You two must be very torn.

Living in such a beautiful home,
driving nice cars, going to good schools.

All paid for by dangerous criminals.
Or, uh, scumbags, as my colleague says.

Do I wish that Gordon
would have defended civil-rights leaders?

Yes, of course.

But he believed that everyone had a
Constitutional right to a good defense.

He had his principles.

Thank you for your time.

Did you go to some school
I've never heard of?

Next time get the facts,
save the editorial.

Yes, ma'am.

I know Jane did it too.
He's not a CBI agent.

From you,
I expect professional standards.

- Yes, boss.
- That was the captain of the local CHPs.

Hodge's car was just fished out
of a lake. No good for prints.

They said two weeks back, they busted
Hodge at a rest stop...

...walking to his car with 2 ounces
of coke and 2 ounces of meth.

- Nailed him with possession.
- Nice.

The DA dropped the charges.

- There was some search technicality.
- Either Hodge is a great lawyer...

Or the DA turned him
in exchange for dropping charges.

- To use him as an informant.
- If the Saints found out...

They'd kill him. They did know about the
charges. Their boss posted Hodge's bail.

Talk to your friends at the DA.
Find out the story.

- Jane and I will talk to the Sinner Saints.
- Okay.

You want me to come for backup?

Uh, no. Talk to Forensics about the car.
Jane, let's go.

Now, please. Come on.

- Beautiful, huh?
- No, not really.

- I fail to see the charm.
- It's the glamor of mobility.

That's why girls went
for Cain and not Abel.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Nomads, sexier than farmers.
They have romance.

- Lisbon.
- I spoke to my friend in the DA's office.

They didn't make a deal.

They let him go because they'd lost
too many cases to Hodge and the Saints.

The last 10 years,
they've beaten the rap in 50 cases.

Murder, rape. They're bulletproof.

Nobody's bulletproof.

Well, the DA says
to stay away from them.

- They're bad news.
- Good, sound lawyerly advice.

I'll take that under advisement.

- You ready?
- Whew.

There's romance for you.

Whoo-hoo!

We're with the CBI.
We're looking for Von McBride.

Not here.
Which is where you need to be.

Well, can you tell us where he is?

No, I cannot.

Listen, we're here for information,
not trouble, guys.

Well, we've got nothing to say.

I can take you in
if you want me to. I prefer to talk here.

Like I said, we got nothing to talk about.

- We're not doing anything illegal.
- Mr. McBride.

Your focus in this pressing matter...

- ...suggests you're the man in charge.
- Keep on walking, blondie.

We just have a few questions.
It won't take long.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry,
I don't, uh, talk to police officers...

...on the advice of my lawyer.

- Your lawyer's dead.
- Yeah, I heard that.

- But his advice is still good.
- Means your business here is done.

Oh. You don't want to know
who the informant is, then?

- What informant?
- Oh, I'm sorry. Forget I spoke.

I'm so sorry.

- Are you messing with me?
- Yeah, I'm messing with you.

Come here.

You touch him, and I'll arrest you.

I would love to see you try
and do that.

What's your name?

- Xander.
- Xander, your threats are empty.

She's a state agent. You're not gonna
lay a finger on her. You know that.

So why play tough? Where does that
come from? This need to intimidate?

I'm a sadist and I bore easily.

Oh. Me, I see a difficult childhood.
Bad parenting. A lot of torment.

But I also see how that suffering...

...gave you powers
of empathy and a creative side.

Those are the qualities you should try
and nurture in yourself.

Not this brutish character
you try to hide behind.

Oh, that's Xander, all right.

Full of empathy.

You guys want a drink?

Sure.

So, what's this crap about an informant?

How long have you known about
Hodge's taste for coke and meth?

Couple years. Guy liked to party,
but he could still do his job.

Couldn't have been too thrilled
when he got busted.

- Case got dropped.
- Must have wondered why.

- Illegal search.
- Yeah.

Either that or Hodge, uh, flipped on you.

- That son of a...
- Hold on a second, Diamond.

He didn't flip.

There is no informant.

- Where were you last night?
- Right here.

I got 30 brothers who will
vouch for me, and each other.

Look, man. None of my guys did this.

We loved Gordon, man.
He was like a member of the club.

- Yeah, he couldn't ride worth a damn.
- No, he couldn't. He tried, though.

- Who killed him?
- My guess...

...probably some other motorcycle club
looking to put us out of business.

The Chaos Brigade.

The Bolos Plata.

Get your hands off of me! Get off me!

Help! Get your hands off of me!

Get off of me!

- Get off of me!
- Let her go and back away.

Back away now.

You're murderers! All of you!

Ma'am, take it easy. I'm CBI. Ma'am!

Police, stop! Out of my way. Ma'am!

Who was that?
Is she a friend of yours?

Never seen her before.
Mentally deranged, seems like. Poor thing.

You know, you're a very good liar.

Most people subconsciously
signal dishonesty.

But you, there's nothing.
No inner conflict.

Usually that's the mark of what shrinks
like to call a sociopath.

If by sociopath you mean
that if you cross me...

...I would enjoy watching you
suffer pain before I kill you...

...then yeah, I'm a sociopath.

See you.

Bye.

So we talked to the gang unit.

There's no other biker gang who would
cross the Saints and risk starting a war.

- This is incredible. You should see.
- Hold on.

Anything on the woman?

The Sinner Saints
have their own website.

- Really?
- Yeah.

We cross-checked registrations of the
truck with photos fitting her description.

No hits. Truck must be registered
to her husband.

McBride's clamming up
means he's hiding something.

He's merged two other gangs
into the Saints.

It's the fastest growing gang
in the nation.

Go to Hodge's office, see if you can
find anything on the gang's operation.

Have the Deerfield PD issue a BOLO
on the truck.

- Okay.
- You can buy logo merchandise.

Sinner Saints coffee mugs, decals,
beach towels. Whoa.

And some various other
interesting knickknacks.

- Nice.
- Yeah.

Well, if they do it, we should do it.
A range of casual wear maybe?

Sensible shoes?

- I'll get right on that.
- Yeah. Lisbon Loafers.

Found something, boss.

These are Gordon Hodge's
cell-phone calls the night of the murder.

All were routine business calls.

Von McBride, other lawyers,
court officials.

But it's the last call that bumps.

7:23, incoming from a Constance Hoyt.
Current address unknown.

- Must not want people finding her.
- I went back three months.

A lot of calls between her and Hodge.

- Did you try the number?
- Twice.

Got one of those voice-mail messages.

I ran her name through the DMV
for registration of a pickup truck.

- She's not your parking lot woman.
- Check McBride's phone records.

See if he had any contact
with this Constance Hoyt.

- Bingo. A couple of Chatty Cathys.
- Talking three or four times a day.

- Either she's his mom or...
- His girlfriend.

Constance.

We just have a couple questions
for you.

Constance?

- I'll drive.
- No time.

- Boss, seat belt.
- Go.

The bike's got too much muscle.
You're gonna have to... Unh!

Don't move.
Keep your hands where I can see them.

Do not even think of moving.

I gotta get you out of the office more.

You're under arrest.

Got Hodge's office key?

So, what's your problem with bikers?

- I hate bikers.
- Why's that?

- My dad was a biker.
- Really? I didn't know that.

No? I thought you read my file.

It says he was a bigtime criminal.
Didn't specify any affiliations.

Jimmy marks on the doorknob.

Doubt that was part
of the original decor.

- Door's clear.
- Clear.

Desk clear.

Cracks are on the outside
of the window.

Means a previous break-in attempt.

Think they were looking for something
or just trying to send a message?

Message was definitely a part of it.

Do you prefer Constance or Diamond?

I prefer to get the hell out of here.

You ran from the police...

...endangered the lives of two agents.
You could be here a couple of days.

- I don't think that's right.
- Why'd you run?

I ran because I'm dead
if anyone sees me talking to cops.

The Saints are all paranoid
about informants.

- Which is why I'm not saying a word.
- Tell us about your affair with Hodge.

I wasn't sleeping with Gordon.

Oh.

Uh, yes, you were.

It was only a few months.
We were just having fun.

It's not like Von doesn't sleep around
on me, and...

- Gordon treated me nice.
- You had genuine feelings for him.

He was decent.
Never looked down on you.

He just got sucked in too deep
with the Saints.

Did you know he was arrested
for possession?

I told him a hundred times
to be careful.

But he got dumb about it.

Ah, well, drugs.
They will make people careless.

You had to be a little concerned
about McBride finding out.

- It would have made things complicated.
- Complicated's one way to put it.

So you called him that night.
Then what happened?

- Did you go and see him?
- No.

No.

I called to break it off.
I heard him answer the phone.

And I tried to talk to him,
but the line went dead.

- What about the woman in the lot?
- I don't know.

Von doesn't talk gang business
with me.

Had you seen her before?

She's come around a few times
the last couple of weeks.

Same thing. Lots of crazy yelling,
then taking off.

Look.

You, uh... You gotta promise that Von
doesn't find out about me and Gordon.

He keeps his cards close.
He could already know.

Killed Hodge out of jealousy.

Trust me.

If Von knew, Gordon's wouldn't
be the only dead body.

Only one other person knew.

And that was bad enough.

Who was that other person?

We have information that suggests you
knew about Gordon and another woman.

- Yes, I did.
- How?

About four months ago,
I found a valet stub...

...on the driveway
from the Deerfield Inn.

So one night I followed him,
and saw him go in with that biker girl.

Did you confront him?

More like yell and hit him.

He promised he'd stop seeing her.

I took him at his word,
and I never asked him about it again.

Why not?

Because I didn't want
to hear him lie to me.

Mrs. Hodge, if you picked up
on your husband's affair...

...you must have suspected
about his other illicit activities.

I knew about the drugs
and the partying.

He was surrounded by it.

- Why didn't you tell us about this earlier?
- Because Gordon is dead.

Anything that I said or did
would not bring him back.

My son draws stares and whispers
because of his father, Agent Lisbon.

Both of us.

We deserve to grieve
without shame and scandal.

Don't we?

Yes, you do.

She'd followed her husband once before.
She could have killed him.

She didn't do it. She loved him.

She was a prisoner
of her husband's life.

She gets rid of him, gets a fresh start.

People trapped in miserable lives
always talk about escaping.

Few actually do it.

It's easier just to close your eyes
and pretend the misery doesn't exist.

Boss? You might wanna see this.

This is from a security camera.
It was the third incident in two weeks.

Owner said Hodge
didn't report the earlier ones.

He didn't want Deerfield PD accidentally
finding something in a Sinner Saints file.

There.

Magnify.

The woman from the parking lot?

She certainly gets around.

Chaos Brigade controls
distribution over in Rancho Rosa...

...but if we move right now,
we can move into Stratton and...

What's up, my brothers?

We just have one quick follow-up
question for you.

I've exceeded my quota
of answering cops' questions.

And my quota of crazy.

The woman from the parking lot.

Like I said,
she must have mistaken me...

She was seen
vandalizing Hodge's office.

She find anything she shouldn't have?

His files were intact. She got nothing.

We have nothing further to talk about.

The sooner this case is closed,
the sooner we're gone...

...and you're back
to business as usual.

Last name is Guthrie.

She's the sister of a gentleman
I was accused of killing.

Falsely, of course.

Trial was a couple of weeks ago.

Gordon hit a home run, got me off.

And you weren't eager to ID her because
you didn't want us poking around?

Hey, all I know is that she's
been coming around from time to time...

...saying some very offensive things.

Thanks for your cooperation.

You think she killed Gordon?

Like I said,
thanks for your cooperation.

I got one last question.

If Hodge wasn't the informant
in your gang, who do you think it is?

I tried asking the DA,
but he's kind of a secretive bastard. Huh?

Who do you think?

Mr. Jane, we're a motorcycle club,
not a gang.

And I can assure you
there is no informant.

Well, you'd know best.

Why does he keep going on
about this informant?

He's just talking.

Let's get down to business.

So, Miss Guthrie...

Von McBride should be sitting here,
not me.

Your brother Rick
was an auto mechanic.

McBride blamed him
for screwing up a repair...

...your brother refused to redo it,
McBride allegedly got angry, killed him.

Not allegedly. He killed him.

He beat him to death with a crowbar.
He murdered him.

The jury disagreed.

McBride acted in self-defense, right?

Because that lawyer, Hodge, made it
look like it was my brother's fault.

He started throwing around
all these lies...

...saying that my brother
was a druggie...

...that he was aggressive,
that he was mentally unstable.

So you get all worked up, harass
the gang, trash Hodge's office, right?

You wanna arrest me for that,
go ahead.

I'm not gonna fight you. I'm too tired.

You ever try Hodge's home?

Once.

But his kid came outside.

I don't have a beef with him,
so I took off before I could do anything.

- And what were you gonna do?
- I don't know.

I was...

I don't know.

I wanted Hodge to understand what
he had done to me and to my family.

And when was this?

- Two days ago.
- That's the day of the murder.

- Where were you that night?
- Home.

- Can anyone verify it?
- I live alone. But I didn't...

Six months ago, you were arrested
in a road-rage incident.

Got out of your car at a red light,
attacked a man in an SUV.

What's this have to do with anything?

You're an angry person
and you express it physically.

I'm not angry. I am sad.

My brother was a good man.

The only crime he committed was
standing up to that bastard McBride.

Hodge blackens the name of your
dead brother and gets Von McBride off.

Trashing his office
didn't give you enough satisfaction.

Perfectly understandable
if your frustration boils over.

You can't touch Von McBride, he's
got 20 bikers around him all the time.

So maybe you go for the easier target.

I didn't kill Gordon Hodge.

But I'm sure as hell glad
that he's dead.

She'd been to his house that day.
Could have laid in wait, followed him later.

She was out for revenge.
No more powerful motive.

We don't have enough to charge her.

I say we hold her on the vandalism.

Try to dig up something
at the murder scene.

Or you could release her.

She's obviously impulsive and
sloppy enough to get caught on camera.

She'll think she's bought herself
some time.

And she'd try something to cover
her tracks and implicate herself.

Cut her loose, then let's shadow her.

Yes, boss.

Where are you going?

Fresh air.

All this murder talk is rank.
It stinks to heaven.

It hath the primal eldest curse upon't.

Shakespeare.

Little less pressure on the brake pedal.

Is your mom here?

Market. That's why I'm confined
to the driveway.

- Ah.
- You want me to have her call you?

We know Felicia Guthrie trespassed on
the property the day your dad was killed.

I just need to hear what happened.

Uh, I was leaving for school.

I saw her hop the gate and come running
up the driveway so I ran out to stop her.

She was yelling about my dad
lying about her brother...

...and getting Von McBride off,
then she just ran away.

Did your parents see her?

No, Dad was already at work
and Mom was in the shower.

Any reason you didn't
bring this up earlier?

I don't know.
I felt bad for her, I guess.

Didn't want to get her in trouble.

Well, just needed to confirm. Thanks.

- Whoa.
- God.

You need to relax.

Not gonna help.
I'm never gonna get the hang of this.

An easy fix.
You need the right instructor.

All right,
so now you can speed up a little.

Excellent. I like
how you're keeping your distance.

Just trust your instincts,
they're always right.

- You're a good instructor.
- Yeah, I am.

Probably because I have zero emotional
investment in how you do.

Unlike your father, who I'm guessing got
annoyed with every mistake you made.

He wasn't the most patient guy.

Probably didn't help that
he was always on his phone.

I've been living with his job
my whole life.

You get used to it.

You also get used to the drugs
and the cheating on your mother?

- He promised he'd stop.
- Yeah.

Can't be easy going through life
being labeled the gang lawyer's son.

It wasn't really that bad.

Girls would come up to me
all the time...

...talk to me about Dad and the gang
like I'm cool.

Instead of a geek,
which I basically am.

Everybody is.

I am.

If he was my father,
I tell you, I'd be mad at him.

Dad didn't mean to hurt anyone.

He was just doing his job.

Right.

Well, I guess I'd still love him
if he was my father.

Can't say I would cut him the same
kind of slack if I was married to him.

Are you trying to blame my mom?

- Because if you are...
- What?

You're wrong, that's all.
She loved him too.

That brings us back to Guthrie,
who didn't love him at all.

What exactly did she say to you
when you saw her?

It was hard to tell. She was just,
you know, ranting basically.

Didn't make much sense.

Very nicely done.

You'll be out cruising on Saturday nights
in no time.

Just remember, trust your instincts,
they're always right.

Thank you.
And thanks for the driving lesson.

Still no movement.

Looks like
Miss Guthrie's in for the night.

- Talk to Van Pelt recently?
- Yep.

- Any progress?
- Nope.

Can you hear that?

Yeah.

They're gonna go after Felicia.

McBride thinks she killed Hodge
and he wants payback.

Officers on Hampton north of Lexington
request immediate assistance.

What the hell is going on?

Go back in your house and stay down.

Do the smart thing.
Get out of here right now.

We're not doing anything illegal.

Disorderly conduct. Concealed weapons.

Blown exhaust pipes.

Probably a couple outstanding
warrants in there.

Screw you, pig.
No, screw you.

We can bust half you clowns
right now.

So, what's it gonna be?

We'll be seeing you around.

Stick it, pig!

See you in hell, cop.

Scumbag!

You really don't like bikers.

If they think they can
intimidate me, they're wrong.

Felicia, temperatures are running high...

...so I need you to stay away
from the gang's bar.

Yeah, I'll stay away
when you arrest Von McBride.

What were you doing out here?

We think you killed, uh, Gordon Hodge...

...so agents Cho and Rigsby
have been watching you.

Oh, come on.

She was never gonna buy,
"We happened to be in the neighborhood."

I told you,
I had nothing to do with that.

And who told you
you could go in my house?

Oh, this? I just needed some tea,
cut through the chill.

Chill, my ass.
You were looking for evidence.

Felicia, take it easy.

This guy is rifling through my underwear
drawer looking for a weapon.

It was your closet, actually.
I was looking for blood-splattered shoes.

- Get off my property.
- You're very touchy.

Go.

- You really looked through her closet?
- Laundry too.

She's been angry and emotional
about her brother.

Which means that she was sloppy
about Hodge's murder.

Dragged evidence home with her.
It's just not inside.

- There's no garage or tool shed.
- Well, I looked everywhere.

Well, everywhere except the garbage.

- Why not?
- Well, it's garbage.

- Are you done with that?
- Almost.

Yes, the case is still ongoing
and you are a person of interest.

I advise you not to leave town.

- Boss?
- Excuse me.

Do you see that?

- What's going on?
- Stay there, don't move.

It's the victim's missing cuff link.

I didn't do anything wrong.
McBride must have set me up.

- Rigsby, put her in Interview 1.
- Boss, Nina and Lucas Hodge are here.

- She say why?
- Because I asked them down.

Could you bring her through here?
It'll just take a minute.

Thank you.

- You gonna tell me what this is about?
- I'm just closing your case.

Thanks for coming down, Mrs. Hodge.

This woman's name is Felicia Guthrie.

She murdered your husband for getting
Von McBride off for killing her brother.

- Oh, my God.
- I did not kill anyone.

Uh, we have evidence.

We need your permission for, uh,
Lucas to make a statement...

...saying that he saw her
the day of the murder.

- You saw her?
- Well, he can fill you in later.

His statement will give us
a better chance at conviction.

- Absolutely, anything you need.
- Thank you.

Lucas, if you can confirm that this is
who you saw, you'll be on your way.

What's gonna happen to her?

Probably life in prison. If she's lucky,
she might get paroled in 25 years.

No!

- I swear, I didn't touch him.
- Shut up! You took everything from us.

Lucas, we need to book her now,
so could you identify her?

No, she wasn't the one.

- Yeah, she came to the house...
- Thanks. That's all we need.

- Take her away.
- I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything wrong!

Trust your instincts, Lucas,
they're always right.

I'm telling the truth.

Let's go.

- She couldn't have done it.
- What makes you say that?

- I just know.
- They have evidence.

- This bitch killed...
- Don't call her that.

It wasn't her.

The only way we can know
is if you tell us who did it.

Okay, stop talking to my son.
You've got your statement.

Lucas, let's go. Come on. Let's go!

- No. Stop.
- Lucas!

It was me.

We were out for a driving lesson.

I was driving badly that night.

My dad was on the phone
the whole time, like he always was.

He'd get mad every time I'd make a
mistake, but I just couldn't concentrate.

Because of your run-in
with Felicia that day.

You didn't talk about it until I asked.

Because you felt sorry for her.

You didn't wanna draw suspicion to her
because you knew she didn't do it.

You were trying to do the right thing.

I just kept seeing her in the driveway.

Crying.

Yelling about how my dad
lied about her brother.

And his phone just kept ringing,
and he'd get mad at me...

...and I'd screw up worse,
and I just couldn't take any more.

Next time his phone rang,
I grabbed it from him.

I heard her voice:

Hey, Gordon, baby, it's me. Can you talk?

That biker bitch, Diamond.

She kept calling him, "Gordon, baby."
Said she wanted to see him.

Felicia Guthrie was right.
He was a liar.

I threw the phone into the woods
and he got mad.

And he'd promised me he'd stop
doing drugs and cheating on my mom.

Like an idiot, I believed him.

I called my mom.
She told me what to do.

Took his stuff
to make it look like robbery...

...but I couldn't get
that damn cuff link out.

So I ditched his car in the lake.
She drove me home.

A lie gets heavy fast, doesn't it?

I expect after a while, you wanted to
go to the police and tell them the truth.

Sometimes I wanted to. Mom said no.

She promised it would be okay.

Well, it might be. Someday.

Let's go.

Put your hand out.

I'm sorry, Mom.

Mrs. Hodge, we need to talk now.

You know, I have to wonder how
that cuff link Rigsby found...

...made its way
to Felicia Guthrie's house.

That is a conundrum.

I'll bet a year's salary that
if I look in the evidence locker...

...the cuff link we found on Hodge
will have mysteriously vanished.

Okay.

I needed Lucas
to see Felicia get arrested...

...you needed hard evidence
to charge Felicia.

So... I made it happen.

By making an innocent woman
think she was gonna go to prison?

As if her life wasn't hard enough already.

Yes, you're right,
she does deserve some justice.

It's good to see you care.

You know, sarcasm
is the lowest form of wit.

Listen, I talked to the guys.

Next Tuesday, you could end up
with about six to 10 bikes.

- This'll be good.
- Yeah.

- Should be a real game.
- Hold on.

Yeah?

All right. Be back in a minute.

Okay.

Hey. Psst.

Over here.

What's up?

I thought you might want to know
we caught Gordon Hodge's killer.

It was his son.

Lot of issues between them.

And you felt the need to tell me this
from the shadows dressed in this getup?

Self-preservation.

I figured I'd worn out my welcome
with your friends.

That's it?
This is what you had to tell me?

Well, no. There is, uh, another reason.

You open that envelope and
the rat in your gang will be revealed.

Oh, the rat.

Now turn around
and try not to look too guilty.

What was that about?

Oh, this? This is, uh...

- It's kind of funny, actually. It's...
- Funny?

- Selling us out is funny?
- Hey, man, you got it wrong, bro.

Hey! Hey!
Come on, get him inside.

Let go, man!
You've got the wrong idea!

I was set up!