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Nice place.

Where does a scout get
this kind of money?

Barney Sloop? He's got 15 players
in the majors now...

...and a piece of everything.
A million-dollar eye.

Spots them young all over,
brings them here, trains them...

- ...gets them fat pro contracts.
- Hmm.

So you played?

I played a little.

Pitcher? Controlling the action.
Man with the ball.

I stopped.

Which you still have
unresolved bad feelings about.

Yeah, now I see it.

That's why you joined the gang.

Parents thought you were wasting
your time, so they made you quit.

Crushed your dream. You were angry,
but couldn't express that directly...

...so you joined a gang
as an outlet for all that anger.

- Actually, I tore my ACL. Nice try.
- Ah.

Eh, parents.

It's funny, isn't it?

The big regrets in life
people keep to themselves.

I don't know. I tell people about you.

Nice one. Zinger, high and tight.

As close as we can tell,
the murder occurred around 10:30 p.m.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hm.

Hmm.

No big mysteries, weapon-wise.

- Looks like three or four blows.
- Rage killing.

Coroner estimates TOD
around 10:30 last night.

You're here. Finally.

Freddy Fitch, Barney's partner.

- I want to know who did this, quickly.
- Agent Lisbon. This is Agent Cho, Jane.

Anything you need, it's yours.

- I can't believe it.
- This was his garden?

His peace garden, he called it.

A year or so ago,
he got into all this Zen malarkey.

- Who had access to this area?
- Everyone at the academy.

Six players in residence,
family members, staff.

- We'll need a list.
- Sure, sure.

But trust me,
no one here would hurt Barney.

You discovered the body?

I was out of town yesterday,
clinic in Portland.

Flew back early this morning,
came straight here, found him like this.

- My God.
- Run, run, run! Come on!

Work it, Scotty! Work it!

His body's still warm
and they're training?

I said they could skip the workout.
They wouldn't.

"Hold onto the dream,"
that's what he told them.

Barney was like a father to these kids.

- Pitching is legs.
- Look, Dad, I'm ahead of you.

Seems they have their own fathers.

These kids are minors.

We bring the dads out
to sign off on deals, moral support.

Scotty Sinclair and Snake Gallidos.

Five drooling scouts coming today.

Maybe now isn't the best time.

Barney set this up. His last showcase.

I'm gonna honor that.

It's what Barney would want.

I know you gotta talk to them,
it's your job. But please...

Hey, let the kids finish practice.
Let's look at his house.

- How do you know where it's at?
- Because this thing is a map of his life.

Work, garden, home.

Zen malarkey.

I don't expect it's much to look at.
A simple bed or a thing or...

Oh!

Jane?

Jane?

Hey, you all right? Jane?

I see it.

A cigarette case.

A cigarette case.

Yes, yes, very good. But...

...what's it made of, son?
What kind of cigarette case, Patrick?

What would you say?

What's it made of?

Sterling silver.

Your sterling-silver
cigarette case back, ma'am.

Next object would be...

The cigarette case.

It once belonged to someone
very, very close to you.

That's right.

Yes, the boy wonder sees all.

The next object, Patrick.

Someone who's passed on.

Quite recently.

- Last month.
- Your grandfather?

No. Your grandmother.

She loved you, very much.

More than she may have expressed.

What the hell was that?

"Your grandmother loves you
very much"?

Well, did you see her face?

- It was beautiful.
- No, it was a needless risk.

An heirloom she carries with her,
that's a recent death.

And she's too young for dead parents,
so a grandparent.

So what? I'd moved on.

It's a double act, kid.
You don't fly solo.

You're saying,
"When you're working strong, be brave."

Well, I was working strong,
and I was right.

No, there is no right
if there is no payoff.

This is show business, not show art.

Your stage clothes
are walking by themselves.

Wash them good.

Hey.

That private reading...

It came through.

You got it? When?

Tomorrow. This is a big score, Patty.

Big enough for us to blow off this outfit,
step up in class...

...and maybe get ourselves
some new wheels, even.

Only one thing worries me.

It's you, my boy. You up to it?

Oh, you know I am.

Of course you are.

The boy wonder sees all.

Can you stand up?

Can you talk?

Ouch.

I was talking.

He needs to see a doctor.

Wow.

I've never caught a foul ball before.

Technically, you still haven't.

- Cho, you take him.
- Oh, no, no. I'm fine.

- How many fingers?
- Six. Haven't we got a murder?

- You were unconscious.
- No.

- Jane, you were.
- Was not.

Your turn. Okay, I'll see a doctor.

- Excuse me, doctor?
- Hmm?

I know, a real live patient.
I'm excited too.

Barney lived simple.
All work, all the time, 24/7.

Left his wife, gave her the big house.

A clean, simple life,
that's all he wanted.

- Barney was married?
- Still is.

Leslie. A piece of work.
Like I said, he moved out a year ago.

After their son died.

He was 3. Choked on a balloon.

Leslie just fell apart.
Angry at Barney, the whole world.

Couldn't get past it.

I called her this morning,
after I called you.

She wouldn't even pick up the phone.

The way I see it...

...bad things happen,
and you deal with them.

- And Barney did?
- He put his head down, went to work.

Found Snake in the Dominican,
Scotty somewhere in Kansas.

Meanwhile, Leslie is stuck.
Living in a world of hurt.

Hmm.

I feel it.

So let's check out the wife:
Leslie Sloop.

Working.

Okay.

Drinking like a fish,
picking up strangers...

...calling Barney at all hours,
screaming.

I don't get that kind of anger.

Okay, her kid died.

- Is that gonna bring him back?
- You don't have kids.

No, I don't.

Uh, the ball players should be heading in.

With Barney dead, I'm assuming you get
the controlling interest in the academy.

- What's that got to do with it?
- Money.

Traditionally, a very popular motive.

- Excuse me?
- I imagine these two had differences.

The gold watch, the Italian suit. Well,
the Taiwanese suit made to look Italian.

- I don't have to listen to this.
- Not emblems of the clean, simple life.

- There was a culture clash, yeah?
- No.

- Jane.
- Plus, what is it you bring to the table?

Barney was the brains,
the real scout, the star.

The Sloop Academy.

Jealousy: Motive number two.

I killed him. I murdered my best friend.

- Did you?
- Jane, come on.

- Get this jerk away.
- Get it off your chest.

You'll feel a lot better.

He was my friend.

How did that feel, crushing
your friend's skull? How did that feel?

- Hey, hey.
- Back off. Now.

- I'm just checking him out.
- And?

Well, ambivalent reading,
to be honest.

Maybe he did it, maybe he didn't.

But one thing he does understand,
that's anger.

No offense.

Bump-taking jerk.

- You think I can skip these interviews?
- Please.

Thanks.

Scotty Sinclair?

Doc Sinclair.

He's 17. You're talking to him,
you're talking to me.

Two, maybe three months ago.

I was having control trouble,
my slider.

Mr. Sloop said I needed
to "quiet my brain."

We raked together in his garden.

And it worked.

I would never hurt Mr. Sloop.

He gave me everything.

He brought me here, he hooked me up
with great coaches, regular school.

And money to live on?

An advance?
Some kind of endorsement deal?

Got, like, 10 free pairs.

Which we'll have to pay
if he blows this showcase.

Barney cared.

Okay?

He taught us how to handle money,
invest it.

He taught us how to handle life.

Are we done yet?

He's supposed to be throwing
right now.

Right, yeah. Got it. Thanks, Frank.

Barney's life-insurance payout?
Twenty million dollars.

Let me guess:
Sole beneficiary, Leslie Sloop.

Twenty million.
That's a pretty good motive.

For $20 million I'd kill you.

- Oh, really?
- Well, no.

I mean, I'm kidding. It was a joke.

Huh.

- It's still the machine.
- Let's go see her.

Someone needs parking lessons.

- Who are you?
- We're looking for Leslie Sloop.

The bitch ain't here, man,
and I called the real cops.

Hey, man. What took you?

Hey, Narcisco.

What, you know him?

You don't? Narcisco Rubrero.

- She stole my Lamborghini.
- Walk-off homer, Game 1, World Series?

Huh. Wow.

Help us out, Narcisco, where is she?

Let's go downtown
and get a statement.

Hold on, you guys. We got dibs here.

She scratched my face.

I think I'm bleeding.

Look, she smashes her car,
so she steals mine.

- My Lamborghini.
- Where did she go?

I got a gun in that car.
It's all legal. I got, like, a permit.

Narcisco, where is she?

I don't know.
She kept screaming about her angel.

You know, she had to see
her little angel.

Her son, Michael.

Hey, hey. She stole my car.

So take it up with the real cops.

Jane. Lisbon wants us back at the office.

Jane. Wrong way.

Jane.

What are you doing?

They say there's no seasons
in California...

...but that looks like fall.

No, it looks like you need a doctor.

I am kind of dizzy.

One more time. Please.

Okay, hotshot.

Female, third in line.

All right.

New mom, recently married,
one of her first days out.

He is gonna get her a better ring.

Who is?

Members Only.

They had to get married.

Yeah, that's my boy.

You have x-ray eyes.

No doubt about it.

Jane.

Hey. I'm okay.

Whoo.

And the rest of you just line it up.
All right, coach.

Snake and Scotty are about to pitch.
We can't miss that.

Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry.

What did I do?

Mrs. Sloop?

I'm with my son.

Mrs. Sloop, I'm sorry.
We need to talk to you...

...about your husband.

No, no. You need to go.

Really, you do.

Don't you see? This is private.

I don't want to talk. I just...

I just... I want to end this.

Please. Just leave me alone.

I'm sorry. We can't do that.

You have to. Please.

Because I...

I don't know what else to do.

- Mrs. Sloop.
- Oh, Michael. I'm so sorry.

I've never had children.

- I can't even begin to imagine your loss.
- No. No, you can't.

So just stop.

Please, just leave me alone.

Just stop talking.

I'm not going to stop. I can't.

My sister, she was just like you.

I don't... I don't want to hear this.

She wanted it to be over.

For her.

It was always about her.

- She could've talked to me.
- About what?

About anything.

I'm her sister.

But she didn't,
not to me, not to anybody.

She just ended it. For her.

I don't know what else to do.

Give me the gun.

Put it down.

You don't want to do this. Not here.

Give me the gun.

I'm so sorry, Michael.

It's okay. It's okay.

Not now, you know that.

Okay, okay.

Look, I'm busy here.
Your brother's tryout is today.

No.
No way.

Bye.

- Hey.
- That's my older boy.

He's a pitcher just like Snake.

He's just as good too.
But he's 22.

In baseball years, he's an old man.

These pro teams,
they like them young these days.

Like Snake.

Plenty of time for improvement.

We caught a break.
The wife looks good for it.

What was that? Was that a fork...?
Did he just throw a fork ball?

Slider. We gotta go. Lisbon wants you
to take a look at the wife.

Slider.
You know, I'm still a little dizzy.

You go. Really. I'll get a ride.

People love driving with me.

Couldn't find sunflower.

Not quite the same.

Leslie, where were you last night?

We went to the movies.
I don't... I don't remember which one.

You're not supposed to take these
when drinking.

It was so loud.

There were guns and helicopters
and people screaming.

There was so much screaming.

These are supposed to keep me calm.

Just one a day,
that's what the doctor said.

- That'll do the trick.
- Leslie.

- Did you go see Barney last night?
- To see Barney?

Mr. Zen?

Mr. Acceptance?

Why would I do that?

- Tell us about Narcisco.
- Narcisco?

Oh, yeah.

He's one of Barney's players.

I sometimes slept with those guys.

Did you know that?
I did that sometimes...

...to make him mad.

He didn't even care.

She's going around and around,
but I think she's gonna give it up.

I thought you were amazing
out there today.

I just wanted to tell you that.

Thank you. I guess.

Can I ask you something?

- I don't have a sister.
- No, I didn't remember one.

It just came out.

Come on.

Pitch it.

Come on, come on!

What was that?

Come on, Scotty.
What are you thinking? Come on!

He gets down on him too much.

Boy can throw.

He can hit too.

Last night in the cage,
he dinged me three times.

Off my slider.
Nobody touches my slider.

The man's gonna kill the golden goose.

Scotty plays like this now,
imagine when he's 18 or 20 years old.

He's only gonna get better.

It's amazing, huh?

Ah! There.

I spent three long days
at that crummy hospital...

...finding the mark,
setting up the play.

And now it's time to get paid.

Hey. We've been waiting for you.

How you doing?

- Whoo. Go, Cho.
- Hey. CBI. Stop.

Hey, get back here!

Hey!

Leslie, we talked to five bars
near the beach.

Nothing.

After the movies, I had an argument
with Narcisco, and I went to Barney's.

He was sleeping...

...in his garden.

He wouldn't even talk to me.

- Leslie.
- I'm his wife.

I'm the mother of his child.
Shouldn't he talk to me?

She was there that night,
but he was already dead?

If they were at a 10:00 movie,
it adds up.

She knew he was dead.
That's what pushed her over the edge.

I didn't kill him.

I couldn't, even if I wanted to.

What would I tell Michael?

- Eh, you should let her go.
- Where?

Even if she didn't kill him,
she needs help.

Your pants are ripped.

We found a witness
with immigration problems.

A baseball player.
He was very angry with Mr. Sloop.

- Yesterday afternoon?
- He was yelling. Loud.

He said Mr. Sloop was stealing.

And Mr. Sloop, he was very quiet.

He was trying to walk away,
but the baseball player, he followed him.

- Very angry.
- That's it?

Mr. Sloop, he went into his trailer.

Then he come out
and he show him some papers.

And then the baseball player,
he got quiet. And that's when I left.

But he'd recognize the player
if he saw him again.

- Yes.
- Hm?

All right, line up facing the mirror.

Biggest day of their lives,
don't you get that?

Barney Sloop has his head bashed in,
Mr. Gallidos.

Big day for him too.

- Him.
- You're sure?

Him at the end.

It's just not true.

- Dad...
- Hey, I've got this.

My boy doesn't lie.

- If he said he didn't...
- I did.

I went to see him, all right?

- But I didn't kill him.
- What were you arguing about?

- I don't believe it. You lied to me?
- Mr. Sinclair, please.

Yeah.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dad.

What were you arguing about?

- What did Barney steal?
- He's not saying one word...

...because we're leaving now.

- Mr. Fitch.
- Scotty had an argument with Barney...

...hours before the murder.
You've got nothing to hold him on.

Not yet.

He had an argument with Barney.
He was angry.

He lied about it.

Who's to say Scotty didn't go back
that night and kill the guy?

Kid didn't do it. He was angry
with his dad, not with Sloop.

If you think he did it,
then check the cameras.

- What camera?
- The baseball-field cameras.

Snake let it slip that he and Scotty
were out there last night.

Apparently Scotty handled
Snake's slider very well.

- You sure you're all right?
- Yeah, fine.

Security cam.
Should be time-stamped.

The guy who manages
the multiplex in Castine City...

...he remembers
a drunk couple fighting.

The woman was screaming about
the movie being loud, 10:00 show.

- Sound familiar?
- Go show him a picture...

...of Leslie and Narcisco.
If he IDs them, that lets them out.

- Okay.
- We're clearing people.

- We're supposed to be catching them.
- Mm.

We've tried everything.

She finished her fourth course
of chemo last week.

The tumors in her lungs are growing.

Cool shirt.

Thank you.

The doctors say
there's nothing they can do.

Just make her comfortable.

I know it must be difficult.

So when I heard about the crystal...

Ah, yes.

The crystal.

Does it really work?

Will it shrink the tumors?

Observe.

Decide for yourself.

Patrick?

Son?

I'm sorry.

Patrick.

What's wrong?

Oh. He... It's a stressful process.

He just needs some air.

Won't be long.

- Get up and get back in there.
- I can't do it.

- Get up now.
- I can't.

What part?

What part can't you do?

The gag? That's easy.

I did the hard part.
I put the money in the tent.

- All you got to do is pick it up.
- She's dying.

We're stealing from a dying girl.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. We're all dying, kid.
Okay? We're all dying.

What we're giving her,
because she'll be dead by Tuesday...

...and needs it more than most,
is hope.

- Do you get that?
- I can't do it.

Okay.

You're either with the show
or you're not.

You're a loser or you're someone
who plays the losers...

...and you can't back out
when you feel like it...

...when it's morally convenient,
when you don't have the guts.

I've never backed out.

I've been carrying you for a long time
and it's not getting any easier, son.

No one likes an aging boy psychic.

Short pants don't look so good
on a kid that needs a shave.

Now...

...you're gonna need a new act.

You're gonna work that out
all by yourself?

You going solo?

Yes or no, boy.

Are you with it? Are you with me?

Right now, you gotta say. Come on.

Seven twenty-one
was the last time we see them.

Either one of them
could've gone back to Barney's.

Where are you going?

The baseball academy, I was thinking.
Don't we have to solve this thing?

Rigsby and Van Pelt
are talking to a manager...

The wife? No. No, wasn't her.

The murder weapon was a baseball bat.
Baseball bat, baseball academy.

Common sense.

- Do you know who the killer is?
- What do you think?

I think you said, "What do you think?"
So I'll go with you...

...but really, you don't.

- Cho?
- Baseball bat, baseball academy.

- That's not common sense.
- Great.

We'll all go.

All right, fellas, fellas.
Listen up here a minute, please.

Before we start, I just want to say
a few words about Barney Sloop.

He was a great partner,
a great friend to all of us...

...and most of all, a great friend
to the game of baseball itself.

Let us bow our heads.

Okay, then.

That brings us to Snake Gallidos
and Scotty Sinclair...

...Barney's last
and maybe his greatest discoveries.

Two pitchers
with huge franchise potential.

In a few minutes, guys,
you're gonna see the future.

Meanwhile,
grab some food and a beer...

...and make sure
you brought your checkbooks.

What are you doing here?

We thought you might be relieved
to know we know you're innocent...

...so you can relax.

Go out there and be great.

- You're gonna be superstars.
- That's right, baby.

Women, cars, adulation,
buckets of money.

All there for you.

So who cares if your dad steals
a little here and there, huh?

- Hey, he didn't steal.
- Really?

Yeah, he just set up
a new bank account.

Oh.

Oh.

That's what Barney told you
when you went there to argue...

...to accuse him of stealing. Your dad
opened an account without telling you.

- I don't think you're helping here, man.
- Yes, you two, you have the gift.

The question is this:
What are you gonna do with that gift?

Play baseball?

That's right. You're gonna play baseball.
Sell soap, be part of the big machine.

No. Not soap, man. My own cologne.

- "Snake. For men."
- That sounds good.

So we sell ourselves.
I mean, what else are we gonna do?

Well, I'm just saying,
be careful that you sell your talent...

...and not your soul.

Don't let people run your lives.
Not even your dads.

Trust me,
I know what I'm talking about.

Oh, yeah? Heh.

What's your talent, old man?

Me?

I read minds. And there's been
plenty of times that I've misused that.

Read minds, man? Get real.

I am real.

Just like most people read books...

...I read minds.

Okay, what am I thinking?

You're thinking, "Crap, I hope he can't
really read minds or I'm in deep trouble."

Right?

Okay. Cho, could you hand me
that pencil, please?

Scotty, concentrate.
Think of your birthday.

Don't tell me. Month, day, year.

Concentrate.

All right, I'm doing it.

He's messing with us, man.
Come on, we need to go out there.

Shh.

I'm reading his mind.

Okay. I got it.

What's your birthday, Scotty?

April 10th, '92.

April 10th, '92.

How much money do you wanna bet
that I can't read minds?

You're gonna be
a big-shot baseball player...

...make a lot of money.

How much of that money are you
willing to bet that I can't read minds?

- No way.
- Snake, you want in on the action?

Cho's not going near it.
He knows better.

- Show it to me.
- No way. Come on. Show it.

- Okay, that's sick.
- Uh-huh.

- Maybe he read it somewhere.
- Snake, it's my talent.

You want to try?

Your birthdate. Just think of it.
It's okay.

I got to warm up, man. Let's go.

All right. Maybe another time.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

- You too.
- Thanks.

- What was that about?
- Just confirming a hunch.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Just give me a minute,
I'll close this thing.

My dad hated baseball.

You gotta get over that.

Probably never would've
made the big leagues anyway.

This crystal is from Ancient Egypt.

Its healing powers are legendary.

Where there is sickness,
it brings health.

This may be hard to watch.

No. Don't.

And when the crystal is applied...

...the burn is healed.

The same thing happens
with the tumors.

They just disappear.

I want it.

Ma'am, we are here
for the next three days.

Have as many appointments
as you like.

No.

I want the crystal. I want to buy it.

Oh, that's not possible, ma'am.

I brought cash.

Ma'am, I'm sorry. It's been in our family
for the past six generations. I can't.

Please.

- I'm truly sorry, ma'am.
- Dad.

She needs it.

Just give it to her.

Please.

I'm begging you.

Ten grand, my son.

You were great in there.

The crying, oh, that was fantastic.

I almost bought it myself.

You earned this.

Every penny.

I'm gonna be a little late tonight.

The sideshow boys
got a little poker going...

...so wish me luck.

Snake. You left
before I got to read your mind.

What are you talking about?
We've got to focus.

- I was trying to get his date of birth.
- March 5th, '92.

Okay? Happy?

March 5th, '92? That's weird.

I got March 5th bit right,
but I got the year wrong.

I'm never off by that much.
Five years.

- What are you doing?
- That would make you 22.

- Twenty-two years old.
- Get out of here.

Same age as your brother.
Carlos, that's his name...

Shut your mouth, man.
Get out of here.

Take it easy.

Barney found out, didn't he? Yeah?

He found out that Snake was 22.
He was gonna send him home.

- Shut your mouth, man.
- What the hell's going on here?

Jupiter killed Barney
to conceal Snake's real age.

Holy crap. Is this true?

I tried to reason with him,
but he just walked away.

Papa?

Don't say a word, Snake.
[Don't say anything!]

- He doesn't know nothing.
- Nothing about what?

Holy crap.

I didn't do nothing.
I'm not saying nothing.

Jupiter, let's be honest.
We'll let your kid throw.

Right, Mr. Fitch?

Yeah?

How old are you really, kid?
On the Bible.

Twenty-two.

You might have a shot.

Middle reliever, maybe.

Double my cut, he can throw.

Deal.

Put your hands behind your back.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Barney Sloop.

- Dad.
- Man up, kid.

Remember to keep the ball low.

- You get in trouble, throw the slider.
- Come on.

I just feel a little bit dizzy.

I'm just gonna take a knee.

I'm good.

Come on!

Strike three. You're out.

- Nice pitch.
- Yes!

You got lucky on that one.

- I struck him out.
- You set him up with a heater.

You don't use it for an out,
not in that situation.

- I struck him out.
- We'll talk about this later.

- I'm gonna make our deal.
- No, you won't.

I hired an agent.

Let's go see a doctor.

Why? You feeling unwell?

No. You are.

Cho said you almost fainted.

Oh, I was just pretending.

I hate these kind of dramatic scenes.

- Poor kid.
- Liar.

- You don't wanna go to a doctor.
- What's the doctor gonna say?

- "You banged your head. Be careful."
- You might need an MRI.

Well, now you're really selling it.
Sounds great.

Are you okay?

Just kidding.