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(School bell rings)

High school, huh? Must bring
back some memories for you.

Friday nights,
your friends from band,

strapping on
those funny hats.

You know what?
I am not gonna take the bait.

And then after practice,
a little spin the bottle...

(Chuckles)

in some wood-paneled
rec room.

Whatever you say.

(Police radio chatter)

Rigsby,
what have we got?

Jack McTierney. 28.
English teacher.

M.E. puts the time of death

between 6:00 and 9:00
last night.

Apparently he likes to
stay late and go jogging

around the campus.

Cho's searching
his locker now.

(Sighs)
(Patrick groans)

Looks like it's a blunt-force
trauma to the head.

We have a murder weapon?

No, but the M.E.
thinks it was metal.

When we got here, there were
bats in the equipment bins.

We're testing them
for blood now.

Did we contact the family?

Yeah, but they're all
back east.

He's single,
lives alone.

All right,
start setting up interviews--

anybody who was here between
6:00 and 9:00 last night.

You got it.

Look at that bruising
around the eye.

Mm. It's faded.

Looks like it's about
a week old.

Be good to know
how that happened.

Well, let's ask
the principal.

That guy?

Cheap power suit, phone holster,
Bluetooth, large watch.

Has "petty tyrant"
written all over him.

Excuse me! Sir?

Hi. I'm Agent Lisbon.
This is Patrick Jane.

We're with the CBI.

Principal Carl Snyder.

Thank you so much
for coming so quickly.

Uh, did Mr. McTierney
have any problems?

Trouble with a student?
- No, I don't think so.

He was a great teacher.

He started working here
right after college.

Uh, bright kid.
Could have made money

doing so many things,
but he loved teaching.

We were lucky to have him.
(Lisbon) Mm.

Now I have
a grief counseling session

starting momentarily, so thank--
- Excellent. We'll come.

Uh, how did he get
the black eye?

He said that he...
was playing basketball

with some students
after school.

But you didn't believe him?

Well, why would he lie?
Of course I believed him.

No, you didn't.

Well, why would I lie?

Probably just
bureaucratic instinct.

Now if you suspected
that the black eye story

was false, did you have
any notion of the true story?

- No.
- Hmm?

Like I said, he was very
popular among everyone--

students and faculty alike.

Not everyone. I went
through McTierney's locker.

Nothing unusual. But I found
this in his briefcase.

(Police radio chatter)

Oh. This is
very interesting.

I had the honor of working
with Jack McTierney

for the past five years.

He was a good teacher,

and he will be missed.

Thank you, Mr. Loveland.

Now is there anyone else who
would like to say something...

(Murmuring)

about Mr. McTierney?

We--well, I'd--
I'd like to say something.

(Murmuring)
(Lowered voice) Mr. Jane,

this is a very sensitive
moment.

Yeah, they're just teenagers.
They'll get over it.

(Patrick clears throat)

Good morning, everyone.
I'm Patrick Jane.

I'm with the CBI.

I'm sorry for everyone's loss.
Uh...

I know you were close
to Mr. McTierney,

and I was hoping
that one of you could tell me

who wrote this letter
that we found.

(Bag rustles)

"Dear Mr. McT..."
(Sighs)

"I saw what you did,
and I'm disgusted.

You are a total pig,"
exclamation point.

(Breathes deeply) "I used to
think you were special,

"but you're just a hypocrite
like the rest of them.

I can't believe I ever
thought you were cool."

(Murmuring)

"I hate you."

Who would write
such a letter? Hmm?

(Murmuring continues)

Clearly someone
who felt betrayed.

A sensitive soul who now
feels deep remorse

for having spoken so harshly.

Someone seated right here
in this room.

(Murmuring continues)
Yes.

You.

While everyone else
was looking around

trying to figure out
who wrote the letter,

you weren't.

You knew who wrote
the letter,

because it was you.

Isn't that right?

(Voice breaking) I'm sorry.

(Sniffles) I'm sorry.
(Sobbing)

Lisbon, you're on.

(Murmuring)
Wow.

Hey!

(Patrick laughing)
Hey, stop!

(Door opens)
(Murmuring)

Drama, huh?

Anyone else have
anything to say?

♪ The Mentalist 4x20 ♪
Something's Rotten in Redmund
Original Air Date on April 5, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Why'd you write
this letter, Rachel?

(Sniffling) Mr. McT
was my favorite teacher.

He always talked about
self-respect.

He wanted us girls to
value ourselves for our minds.

I-I mean, he was cool
with us.

He didn't treat us
like idiot kids.

Well, what changed?

Three nights ago,
I was driving

to the Food Bank
where I volunteer.

It's in kind of
a sketchy neighborhood.

And I saw Mr. McTierney
talking to, like...

(Lowered voice) a hooker.

(Breathes deeply)
And they were fighting.

Well, arguing.

And then she got
into his car.

I mean... he's a teacher.

What did she look like?

Here. I took a picture.
(Sniffles)

(Cell phone ringing)
Text me that picture

and the address that you
saw her. Excuse me.

Cho, what's up?

Forensics finished up.

None of the school's bats
show traces of blood.

And we found a baggie
of homemade pills

in McTierney's car.
Looks like M.D.M.A.--

Ecstasy.

Turns out our victim
had a few secrets.

I've got a student here

who says she saw him

in an argument
with a prostitute.

I'll forward you a picture
of the hooker and the address.

You and Rigsby see
if you can track her down.

Got it.

(Cell phone beeps)

(Dials phone)
(Line rings)

Jane?

Hey.

Hmm? Ecstasy.

Interesting.
(Door opens)

No, you go on. I'm gonna
stay here. (Door closes)

Bye.

I'm sorry. May I help you?

No. No help necessary.
Uh, you are?

Ms. Austin.
Uh, drama teacher.

Ah, I was just admiring
your set.

Uh, what play are you doing?
"Hamlet."

A modern interpretation,
as you can see.

(Theatrical voice)
"To die, to sleep.

"To sleep,
perchance to dream.

Ay, there's the rub."

That's right.

I'm, uh, worried...
about Rachel.

She's in the play.
She's really a good kid.

(Normal voice) Oh,
she'll be fine,

unless she murdered Mr. McT.

- What do you think?
- No.

No. Uh... I can't imagine.

Hmm.

(Laughs nervously)

(Chuckles)

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I have five minutes

to get bad coffee
from the teachers' lounge.

Mmm. Enjoy.

(Footsteps retreating)

(Whooshing and clattering)
(Boy) Ow!

(Blade clangs)

(Whooshing)

(Boy exhaling)
(Whooshing continues)

(Footsteps shuffling)

(Boy exhales)
(Blade clangs)

(Whooshing continues)

(Boy exhaling)

(Whooshing)

(Exhales)
(Taps on ground)

En garde.

Well, it's no fun
if you just give up.

(Taps on ground)
Are you one of the cops?

Cop-adjacent, maybe.

- Are you in the play?
- Yeah, I am.

I'm Jeremiah.
I play the ghost.

(Theatrical voice)
"I am thy father's spirit,

doomed for a certain term
to walk the night."

Sounds cool when you say it.
(Normal voice) Ah, thank you.

I'm not sure
I'm pulling it off.

I only auditioned
to meet the girls.

How's that going for you?

Not good.

(Blades clang)
(Sighs)

Well, Jeremiah, you seem
like a fellow in the know.

Let me ask you this.

(Lowered voice) Where could I
buy some drugs around here?

What?

Ecstasy, preferably.

(Breathes deeply)
I have no idea.

Wh-why would you ask?

Uh... I want to meet
the bad kids.

You know, the kind that might
sell drugs to a teacher.

Every school has them.
Where do they hang out?

Um, I w--I wouldn't know
where they hang out.

(Breathes deeply) Mm, the bad
kids keep real low profile.

Principal Snyder's
kind of a hard-ass.

Hmm. (Blade whooshes)
You wouldn't know, huh?

Do you swear?

Yeah. I swear.

Well fought.

Off with you.

(Footsteps retreating)

I know the due date's
just an estimate,

but it--I mean, it could be
today, right?

Yea--just promise me that
you'll call or text.

You, too.

Sorry. Sarah's freaking out.
(Sighs)

- How are you doing?
- Yeah, good. Solid.

(Sighs) Definitely not
about to have a heart attack.

Hey.

(Groans) Hey, now, back it up.
I'm just waiting on my laundry.

Laundry? (Scoffs)
In that outfit?

What are you,
a fashion critic?

We're looking for this girl.

You seen her?

(Clicks tongue)
I don't know.

I lost my glasses.

Maybe if I had some money
for a new pair.

Now I see.

That's like white Chenille.

Usually works
over on Fremont.

Thanks.
Thank you.

But she won't be out yet.

You know where she stays?

(Clicks tongue) Come on, honey.
We've been over this.

(Man, muffled)
All right, everybody.

Pass last night's assignments
forward.

Open up your books
to chapter three.

(Door closes)

Hmm.

(Clears throat)
(Door opens)

Ooh.

Nice bathroom, Luis.
Uh, very clean.

Sorry?

I was just saying,
bathroom--

it's, uh, spotless.

Where are all the bad kids?

Bad kids? I-I don't know.

Okay. Yeah.

Nice chatting with you.

(Door opens)

(Faint whirring)

(Thud)
(Rattling)

Hello?

(Fence rattling, zipper zips)

(Thud)

Uh, wait!

(Footsteps retreating,
fence rattles)

Hello, Mr. Jane.

I'm sorry, if I'd have known
you wanted to come down here,

I would have had Luis
escort you.

Perhaps you can help me out.

I'm trying to find
the delinquents.

Well, I... found one myself--
or at least his shoes--

but he managed to get away.

I don't think they're
gonna help you much.

Mr. McTierney taught
mostly advanced classes.

Yes, but it's the bad apples
that have the real dirt.

And where are they?

During class,
the kids are... in class.

It's a revolutionary
concept, I know.

(School bell rings)

Well. If you'll excuse me,
that's lunch.

Speaking of which,
I'm a little peckish.

Where's the cafeteria?

(Knocks on door)

(Sighs)

Yes?

Are you Chenille?

No. Who's Chenille?

I'm Rigsby. This is Cho.
We're with CBI.

Look, we know you go
by Chenille

and your real name's
Lindy Hayes.

Seems like you got it all
figured out.

What do you need me for?
(Sighs)

You were with this man,
Jack McTierney,

three nights ago?

Yeah, so what?
I see him a lot.

So he was a regular
of yours?

No. He was
my English teacher.

What is this about?

(Indistinct conversations)

(Inhales)

Hey. Excuse me.

Can I borrow this?

You can have that back.

(Bag crinkling)

(Pops loudly)
(Gasping)

Excuse me.

I just need a moment
of your time,

then you can get back
to your lunch.

I'd like you all
to raise your hands.

All of you.

It's official police business.

Raise them high.

Put your hand down
if you're on the Dean's list.

(Murmuring)

Good.

(Inhales)

Okay, good.

Now put your hand down
if you're taking the S.A.T.s

or planning to take
the S.A.T.s.

Okay then.

Put your hand down
if you've never smoked...

(Chair scrapes ground)
a cigar--

never mind.

Carry on.
Enjoy your meat loaf.

(Murmuring)

(Birds chirping)

(Kids laughing and whooping)

(Boy) Come on!
(Glass shatters)

You can take him!
(Laughter and shouting)

(Girl) Come here, cutie.

(Indistinct conversations)
(Blow lands)

(Grunting)

(Whistling and whooping)

(Boy) You can take him, dude!
You can take him!

(Whistling and laughter)

(Rustling)

(Boy) What was that?

Ahh!

Bad kids, at last!

Uhh! No need to run.
Don't even think about it.

The place is surrounded.

Snipers on the rooftops.

Just kidding. Who's running
the show here, you?

Or...

You.

What do you want?

I'm Patrick.
What's your name?

Krista.

Krista. I come in peace.

So which of you crazy cats
is gonna help me

solve McTierney's murder, huh?

(Boy) Not me, man. Not me.
(Girl) Let's go.

Wow.
(Speaking indistinctly)

You really are bad.

What do you wanna know?

Well,

while the rest of the kids
are stuck inside

sharpening their pencils,
you're out here roaming free.

I bet you know way more about
what's really going on, right?

Like who's selling
the Ecstasy, for starters.

I wish I knew someone.
That would--

that would definitely be
a popular kid.

What about McTierney?
Did he have any secret vices?

No. He--he was a square.

Super clean-cut.

Which is why it's so weird
he was tight with Mr. Loveland,

'cause Loveland's
a crazy drunk.

Loveland?
The career counselor?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

See, a while back, um,

Loveland confiscated
my friend's cell phone.

- Mm-hmm.
- So my friend broke into his office

and found like a million
of those little

vodka airplane bottles...
Empty.

Well, thanks, Krista.

(Sighs and mutters)

Very much.

You know, when you wake up
tomorrow morning

and you look in the mirror,
you will see yourself

as if for the very first time,
and you will decide

to never smoke cigarettes
again.

Thank--thanks.

How did you know
Jack McTierney?

He was my teacher.

Like three years ago.
(Sniffles)

Before I dropped out
of school.

Back then,
he tried to help me

with this problem I was having
with my stepfather.

What was the problem?

Take a wild guess.

If your stepfather
was abusing you,

you can still have him
prosecuted.

Whatever.

I ran away to the city.
Problem solved.

But I guess Mr. McTierney
felt guilty, or something.

'Cause ever since then,
he's been trying to rescue me.

He freaked when I told him
I was turning tricks.

What did he say?

You know, that I could still
have a normal life.

Stuff like that.

Then afterward, he'd come
to see me like once a week,

buy me a cup of coffee,

talk to me about getting
my G.E.D.

(Voice breaking)
But I didn't want to hear it.

So we fought.

We found drugs on McTierney.
Ecstasy.

Couldn't have been
his stuff.

He was a total
straight arrow.

Was it yours?

Ecstasy?

That's for amateurs.

Do you know if he was having
any problems at school?

I don't know.

I mean, he had a couple
other projects like me.

I guess one of them
could have gone wrong.

"Projects"?

You know... kids he was
trying to help.

You got any names?

He tried to keep that stuff
pretty private.

But I heard him... arguing
on the phone with someone.

Martin.

Thanks.
You've been very helpful.

L-let me know if I can
do anything else.

I want to help...
for Mr. McTierney.

If you want to help,
you should do what he wanted.

Go back to school.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

(Indistinct conversations
and laughter)

(Lockers slamming)

(School bell rings)

Mr. Loveland.
You got a minute?

(Door closes)
Of course.

Come in. Yeah. A-anything
I can do to help.

Well, in that case, why did you
punch Mr. McTierney?

How did you know that?

Oh. (Chuckles)
Well, I-I didn't,

but you just told me.

Also, drunk people
aren't really known

for their impulse control.

(Sighs)

Hey. Perfectly
understandable.

You're working with
overachieving children all day.

Who wouldn't want
to take the edge off? Huh?

Look. I know what you
must be thinking,

but I had eight years sober.

And... my wife left me,

and w-we got a new principal,
and, well, I started thinking

that a drink
might be a good idea, and...

about a month ago, I, uh...
(sighs) tested that theory.

Mmm. How'd that go?

Okay. For a while.

Then I started drinking
before work,

and I realized that
I was out of control.

You confided in McTierney.

I thought I could trust him.
I was wrong.

He told the principal.

Yeah.

He screwed me--royally.

Doesn't seem like something
McTierney would do.

I know. But when I asked Snyder
for some time off,

he knew about the drinking.

He couldn't fire me for it,
but he could make my life hell.

Okay.

(Clears throat)

Uh, wh-wh-where were you

when you, uh, uh, told
McTierney you relapsed?

W-we were in the men's room.

Was there anyone else there?

You think I'd be talking
about that kind of stuff

if there were?
- No, of course not.

Thank you.

(School bell rings)
(Door opens)

(Mouse clicking,
telephones ringing)

- I take it no baby yet.
- No.

Got anything
to distract me?

Well, we finally got into
McTierney's computer

and looked at his calendar.
(File thuds on desk)

He had an advisory meeting
scheduled with a kid

named Martin Klubock
the night he died.

- Really?
- Yeah, but it's weird.

Martin's an "A" student,
and he has no history

of disciplinary action
at school.

So why was he one of
Mr. McTierney's projects?

Well... (sighs) I looked
into his attendance records.

He's been out sick
a bunch of times this year.

And there was a trip
to the emergency room--

a broken rib
and some stitches.

You think it's
some kind of abuse?

Could be, although his folks
don't have a record.

Anyway, he called in sick
to school today.

Yeah. Cho and I will
check it out. Gladly.

That guilty creatures
sitting in a play

have, by the--
the cunning of the scene,

so struck to the soul

that presently...

they have proclaimed
their malefactions,

their shortcomings.

Mind if I borrow
some of this? Thank you.

For murder,
though it have no tongue,

will speak with most...
magnificent organ.

I'll have these players
play something

like the murder of my father
before mine uncle.

If he but blench...

(Slaps side)
(Exhales)

I-I know my course.

Line?

Billy! We have been
over this.

You should have been
off book a week ago.

(Theatrical voice) The spirit
that I have seen may be a devil,

and the devil hath power
to assume a pleasing shape,

and so on and so forth.

The play's the thing

wherein I'll catch
the conscience of the king.

(Ms. Austin) That was amazing!
(Normal voice) Well...

Are you an actor, Mr. Jane?

Well, I've... done a little
stage work here and there.

Wow!

I hope you guys
were paying attention.

Billy, did you hear
the passion

and clarity of his delivery,
the--the rhythm?

(Clattering)
Yeah. I heard.

Okay. Everybody take five

while I try to find out
what happened with the programs.

Well, maybe Mr. Jane could
give us a few tips.

I'm sure Mr. Jane doesn't
want to be bothered

with our little play.

Oh, it's no bother.
Well, then...

a brilliant idea.

It's not every day we get
a visit from a professional.

In that case, let's warm up with
a simple enunciation exercise,

shall we? "Toy boat,"
ten times, fast.

Toy boat.
Toy boat. Toy boat.

Toy boat. Toy boat.
Toy boat. Toy boat.

Toy boat. Toy boat.
Faster.

Toy boat. Toy boat.
Jeremiah, you're not projecting.

Inhale from the bottom
of your stomach,

not from the top
of your throat.

Deep breaths.
(Inhales)

Deep--

Ay, that incestuous,
that adulterate beast--

more voice, more voice.

Ay, that incestuous,
that adulterate beast!

(Ms. Austin) Yes!
(Laughs and claps)

Yes! (Laughing)
Bravo, Jeremiah!

You are good, Mr. Jane.

Any notes for Billy,
our Hamlet?

Well, remember, Billy,
never break character,

even if you forget
your lines.

I mean, the audience
will never know,

as long as you keep going.

Thank you. I have been
telling him that.

And Hamlet's not as pleased
with himself as you are,

so, uh, dial that back
a touch.

As for you, Ms. Austin,

you have, uh...

something on your... coat.

Huh. A leaf.

There. All set.

Oh. Thank you, Mr. Jane.
(Chuckles)

You should come back tomorrow
and see the play.

I'm sure all the kinks
will be worked out by then.

Yeah. Break a leg.

Martin Klubock?

Uh, yes.

I'm Agent Rigsby.
This is Agent Cho.

We're with CBI.
Your parents home?

Uh, no.

No, they're at a sales
convention in Tucson.

But they'll be back
Saturday.

We need to talk to you
about Mr. McTierney.

Yeah. Of course.

You got something burning?

Uh, no. No, it's fine.
It's just some soup.

You had a meeting
with Mr. McTierney last night

an hour before he died.

Uh, I was supposed
to meet with him.

Uh, but I canceled.

I'm coming down
with something.

Really, you got something
burning. I should check it out.

- Uh, no, it's fine.
- No, come on! Hey! Hey!

(Footsteps approaching)

(Hissing)
Hey!

What the hell
are you doing?

(Liquid bubbling)

Making Ecstasy.

(Panting)

(School bell rings)

(Paint splashing)

Et voila.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Boy laughing)
(Lockers slamming)

(Woman over P.A.)
Patrick Jane, please report

to the principal's office
immediately.

I repeat, Patrick Jane,
to the principal's office.

(Lockers slamming)

(Door opens)

There he is. The principal
will be in shortly.

(Sighs)

What did you do?

Nothing.

11 years in Catholic school,

and I never got sent to
the principal's office once.

Well, that's because you're
a boring goody-two-shoes.

I didn't say I never did
anything bad.

- I just never got caught.
- Ahh. Touche.

(Door opens)

(Sighs)
(Door closes)

(Sighs)

(Sniffs)

(Chair clatters)

(Scraping)

It has come...

to my... attention

that Mr. Jane here

performed an act of vandalism

into the second floor
boy's restroom.

A vicious, personal attack
on me.

Jane?

It's true.

Sir, on behalf of the CBI,
I apologize.

I appreciate that.

Mr. Jane?

Jane!

(Breathes sharply)

(Swallows)

I'm sorry for the senseless
act of graffiti.

That's all.

Very well.

I will send a bill to CBI

which will cover the cost
of cleaning,

and I would ask
that as we move forward

with this investigation,

it is conducted without
Mr. Jane on site.

Are we agreed?

How'd you know it was me
that graffiti'd the bathroom?

A student told me.

Well, that's strange,
'cause it was during class,

and there was no one else
in the bathroom,

'cause I checked.

Well, somebody saw something,
didn't they?

Mm.

You saw something--

on your unauthorized
security cameras.

What?

He has
unauthorized security cameras

hidden in the bathrooms.

It's a little creepy, huh?

I don't know where
you are getting

your information,
but it is simply not true!

Oh! Oh!

(Singsongy) Hello!

Pervy perv perv!

Secret cameras?
That is profoundly illegal.

No. Listen--

listen to me.

These cameras are for
disciplinary purposes only.

Then why didn't you
tell us?

Because, as you say,

strictly speaking,
they are not 100% legal.

Mm-hmm.
Principal Snyder,

if you're withholding evidence
from this investigation,

we've got
a serious problem.

And the P.T.A.
And the A.C.L.U.

And all those other acronyms,

they're gonna have a host
of problems with you, pal.

I wouldn't think
of withholding evidence.

I'm not an idiot.

I looked through the footage
the night of the murder,

and I don't think
there is anything there.

Frankly, I don't care
what you think.

I want all the footage now.

All right. I understand.

(Breathing heavily)

Agent Lisbon,
could I ask that we...

keep this discreet?

No.

(Exhales)

Martin... (Breathes deeply)

you've been manufacturing
Ecstasy,

a schedule I narcotic.

(Clicks tongue)

You're 16 years old.

You can be tried
as an adult,

or you can be tried
as a minor.

Believe me, you don't want
to be tried as an adult.

(Sighs)

You lied about meeting
Mr. McTierney the night he died.

Okay. I met him.

And he confiscated
your pills?

That's why we found
the drugs on him, right?

Yeah. But he didn't know
I was making them. I swear.

(Clicks pen)
I told him I found the pills,

and he believed me.

What about your parents?
They must have known

that there was
a drug lab in their basement.

Uh, they had no idea
about the drugs.

I told them it was for
my science fair project.

Okay.

So why were you meeting
Mr. McTierney?

I had been having
some... trouble, and...

He was trying to help me.

(Clicks pen)

Something to do with your,
uh, trip to the emergency room?

(Sighs) Yeah.

Martin...

are you getting abused
at home?

No. No way.

My parents aren't around
enough to abuse me.

So you're getting bullied
at school?

(Exhales) Not really.

I mean, kids can be morons,
but... it's not that bad.

I went to high school.

They eat kids
like you for breakfast.

That's what Mr. McTierney
was helping you with, right?

(Clicks tongue) Whatever.

He tried,
but what was he gonna do?

He couldn't be there
24/7.

And what kind of wuss

needs a teacher
to protect him, anyways?

It just made things worse.

So you decided
to become a drug dealer.

(Scoffs)

I just wanted to be popular.

I thought if I became
the cool drug guy,

then everything
would be different.

(Clicks pen) I wasn't even
gonna sell the "E,"

just give it away.

I know that's crazy,
but...

I would do anything.

(Closes file)

You know what?

I got my ass kicked
in high school.

- Yeah, right.
- No, seriously.

I was 5'4"
till my senior year.

Then I grew a foot.
Things change.

That would be so awesome.

(Cell phone vibrating)
Wait a second.

(Beeps)
Hey. What's up?

Your--your what broke?

Oh! Oh, oh! Uh, yeah, yeah.
Um, I'm on my way.

(Cell phone beeps)
Uh, don't move!

(Door opens)

(Speaks indistinctly)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Panting)

(Elevator bell dings)

(Muffled) Hey.
Hey.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah. Her water broke.

- That's a good thing, isn't it?
- Yeah. It's, uh... it's happening.

- Can you tell Lisbon?
- Yeah, I got you covered.

(Elevator bell dings)
Thank you.

Good luck.

(Crickets chirping)

(Van Pelt sighs)

We've watched 60 hours
worth of footage.

I think it's a dead end.

Patience, Grasshopper.

I am being patient.

(Indistinct conversations)

There.
(Taps key)

Back that up.
(Tapping)

Okay.

(Tapping continues)

Can you--can you
grow that?

Can you--can you
"bigify" it?

I can do a digital zoom.
(Tapping keys)

Good.

- You know that kid?
- It's Billy, our Hamlet.

Well, that's interesting.

That's--well, that's
very interesting.

(Footsteps retreating)

What's interesting?
(Tapping keys)

I just talked to the D.A.

They're gonna go easy
on Martin,

but they don't want to pursue
Principal Snyder

on the illegal cameras--
no upside.

Well, that's a shame.
Let's get your jacket on.

- We have to go.
- Where are we going?

Back to school.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

Excellent. A full house.
Make sure you get a good seat.

You're not coming with me?

Well, I-I just have to make
a quick stop first.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

(Bats rattling)

(Clapping) (Ms. Austin) Can I have
my thespians stage left, please?

Time for our pre-show circle.
Looking good.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

(Claps)
Five minutes.

Oh. Hello, Mr. Jane.

How's it going back here?

Great. Oh, Sarah.

Time to get
to the light board.

Lexi, please tuck in
that shirt.

I-I'm sorry, Mr. Jane.
I have to go.

- It is absolute chaos.
- Of course. Of course.

Jeremiah.

How are you feeling?

You look a little green
around the gills.

Uh... (chuckles)
I'm a little nervous.

Well, that's to be expected.

Why don't I give you
a little breathing exercise

just to--to ground you?
- Yeah, sure, anything.

Belly to the lips.
(Singsongy) Mm, mm, mm.

- Belly to the lips. Mm...
- Mm...

Mm... (Ululating)

(Both ululating)

Ah... (Ululating) Okay.
Duh, duh, duh! (Babbles)

Short, quick breaths.

(Inhaling and exhaling
sharply)

(Both inhaling and exhaling
sharply)

Yeah. More.
(Inhaling and exhaling sharply)

Short and quick.

Okay... faster.
(Sharp breathing continues)

Now big, deep, long--
(Breathing faster)

Lots of oxygen.
Lots of oxygen.

Oh... oh.
(Sharp breathing continues and stops)

There you go.

Look how calm
you are now.

Yes, yes.

(Indistinct conversations)

Um, there's someone
sitting there.

Hi.

Oh, my God!

(Stammering) Should we call
an ambulance?

No. No, no.
I think I'm okay.

I-I don't know
what happened.

You hyperventilated.
Silly boy.

I think he'll be fine.

I don't know that he'll be
able to perform tonight...

Ohh...
But you do have an understudy, don't you?

We have one understudy,
and he's already being used

because Laertes has mono.

This is just a disaster.
(Jeremiah breathes deeply)

There's no way we can
go on without a ghost.

Oh, we have to.
We've worked so hard.

Can't we replace him?
Jeremiah wasn't even that good.

Billy, don't say that.

Who could we possibly get
to stand in for him?

I don't know.
It's such an important role.

Stay down. Stay down.
(Rachel) I know!

Oh, you could do it,
Mr. Jane.

- You already know the lines, don't you?
- Well, I-I-I--

- I couldn't possibly.
- Oh, please!

- We're screwed if you don't.
- Yeah, come on, dude!

What do you say,
Ms. Austin?

I think...
It's a brilliant idea.

Good job, Rachel.

Okay then. Well...
(Chuckles)

(Laughs)
The show must go on.

Thank you. And you can
stay in what you're wearing.

It's perfect.
Uh--uh...

(Woman) Two minutes!

Overture and beginners!
(Claps)

(Jeremiah breaths deeply)
Stay down.

(Sighing)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Mouths word)

(Mouths word)

Have after. To what
issue will this come?

Something is rotten
in the state of Denmark.

Heaven will direct it.

Nay, let's follow him.

(Lowered voice) All right.
Mr. Jane, Billy, scene five.

You are on.

(Echoes on speakers)

(Footsteps)

Wither wilt thou lead me?

Speak. I'll go no further.

(Patrick in theatrical voice) Mark me.
I will.

My hour is almost come,

when I to sulphurous
and tormenting flames

must render myself up.

Alas, poor ghost.
(Inhales) Pity me not.

Lend thy serious hearing
to what I shall unfold.

A tale of murder most foul.

The murder of Mr. McTierney!

(Audience murmuring)
(Billy gasping and stammering)

Uh, uh, su-surely...

th-thou means the murder
of my father, the king.

A murder born of lust
in the woods

next to the baseball field.

(Murmuring continues) N-nay! Thou means
the woods in Denmark!

Right?
A murder born of unnatural lust

between woman and boy.

(Murmuring continues)

(Gasping)

Um... uh, line?

A murder committed by you
with this baseball bat.

(Gasping and murmuring)
N-no!

- I-it wasn't me!
- No?

It was her!

(Normal voice) Whoa, whoa!
Lisbon, we have a runner!

Whoa!
(Gasps)

(Patrick) Whoa.

Wh-whoa.

(Gasping)

(Audience murmuring)
(Patrick clucks tongue)

(Gasping continues)
(Handcuffs jangling)

(Chuckles)

(Handcuffs clicking) Well, thank you.
You've been a lovely audience.

Sorry we had to close...
early,

but you get the general idea.
Pretty much everyone dies--

poisoning, stabbing.

Yeah, it's all very sad.
The Scandinavians, huh?

Gloomy bunch.

Oh, and by the way, uh,

don't do anything naughty
in the bathrooms.

Principal Snyder has
hidden cameras in there.

Illegal? Yes.
(Audience shouting)

Immoral? You decide.

(Audience jeering)
(Theatrical voice) Good night.

We found the bat
in your house.

Ms. Austin is probably
blaming it all on you.

So help yourself out.
Talk to me.

She's 35. You're 16.

That's statutory rape.

So tell me what happened.

(Gasping)

It started last semester
in her acting class.

She was, like, passionate
about everything, you know?

Mm-hmm.
It was exciting.

And... she told me
I was talented

and asked me to audition
for the play.

We started hooking up
after rehearsals.

And then Mr. McTierney saw us
when he was jogging that night.

(Voice breaking) He said he was
gonna go to Principal Snyder.

He said she was
gonna go to jail.

(Speaking inaudibly)

She asked me to go after him
and stop him.

She just wanted to talk
to him, she said,

to change his mind.

I-I followed him
through the woods

and out onto
the baseball field.

I begged him not to tell.

I didn't want her
to get in trouble.

(Shouts)
(Grunts)

I know what I did
to Mr. McTierney

is unforgivable,

and I wish to God
I could undo it,

but you have to understand.

What Billy and I have
is special.

It's real.

I'm not some pervert.

I love him,
and he loves me.

Is... that wrong?

Yes.

(Inhales and sighs)

(Sighs)
(Police radio chatter)

(Telephones ringing in distance)

Lindy, hi.
What are you doing here?

I just wanted to say
thank you

for figuring out what happened
to Mr. McTierney.

Ohh... you're welcome.

And also...

I think I want to do
what he said.

You know,
get out of the life.

That's good, Lindy.
I'm happy for you.

(Chuckles nervously)
I feel stupid.

I don't know why
I'm telling you.

It's just I don't really have
anyone else to say it to

now that he's gone.

Well, I know
a social worker.

I'll get you her number.

There's all sorts of programs
and shelters.

She can help you.

(Exhales sharply)

(Voice breaking) Thank you.

(Sighs) Sure.

(Pats back)
(Exhales)

(Police radio chatter)

Hey, how did you know

Billy was having
an affair with the teacher?

They both had leaves
on them

from their make-out spot
in the woods.

That's it?

Well, plus I could see
she liked him.

She was meaner to him
than the other kids.

You know, like Lisbon
is to me.

(Clicks tongue) Shut up!

See?

(Cell phone alert chimes)

(Mutters)
Oh, a text from Rigsby.

(Cell phone vibrating)

(Cell phones beeping)

It's a boy. Benjamin.

He's so cute.

Yeah, if Winston Churchill
was cute.

More like Mao Tse-tung.

Yeah. You're right.

Hush. He's gorgeous.

Yeah. He is gorgeous.

(Police radio chatter)

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