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(Police radio chatter)

(Radio chatter continues,
indistinct conversations)

(Exhales)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Shutter clicking)

Hey, Jane.

Got a positive I.D.
on the victim.

Viktor Mendelssohn. 62.

He was a diamond cutter.
He has a shop

in the San Francisco
Diamond district.

Same as it ever was--
more bodies, more death.

Not exactly the same.

This one was eviscerated
with an electric rotary saw.

Huh.
Excuse me.

Your toe.

Careful.

Sorry.

Is it me, or does Jane
seem a little bit off

since the feds took Lorelei?

Well, he spent six months
setting a trap for Red John.

He has nothing to show for it.
How would you feel?

Maybe we should invite him out
for a night with the boys.

(Sighs) All right,
you ask him.

(Clicks, flame whooshes)

Well, I-I came out
this morning to snip my herbs.

It's always best to do that

right after
the morning dew evaporates.

(Voice breaking) And when
I didn't see Viktor,

I got a really bad feeling.

Do you usually see him
in the morning?

Every morning.
We chat over the fence.

Hey. Jane, this is
Betty Fulford.

Hey.
She lives next door.

Patrick Jane.

So did Viktor tell you
about anybody

who might want to hurt him?
No!

Although... last night when
I was getting ready for bed,

I did hear him arguing
with a man in his house.

What were they
arguing about?

Flowers.
Really?

Blue orchids, to be exact.

They--they were shouting,
and Viktor never shouts.

And you were in your bedroom
at this time?

That's right. That's right.
My window was open.

Did you happen to catch
a glimpse of the other man?

Well, I tried to snoop, but I
couldn't see into the kitchen.

That's where they were
having it out.

(Teapot whistling)

What's that noise?

I have absolutely no idea,
but I will investigate.

(Continues whistling)

(Whistling stops)

(Mutters indistinctly)

Mm.

(Clatters)

(Rattles)

(Rattles)

(Rattles)

(Rattles)

(Rattles)

(Rattles)

(Slams lid)

(Teacup shatters)

Everything okay in there?

(Patrick)
Everything's fine!

It's all peachy.
(Rattles)

What are you doing in there?
(Giggles)

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Ohh. Rabbit stew.

Yummy.

We need to fatten you up.

Hello. Hmm?

What time did you get
to the house this morning?

Same time every Monday.
8:30.

I walk from the bus stop.

Do you have a key
to the house?

No. Mr. Mendelssohn
let me in.

But this morning,

he didn't answer the door,
so I looked in the window.

Well, you did
the right thing.

Calling the police--
very brave. Very brave.

I told Mr. Mendelssohn
something bad was coming,

but he didn't listen to me.

Why did you think something
bad was on its way?

The black ants.

For two weeks I come now,

and I clean black ants
from the house.

Black ants?

In some South American
countries

it's said that if black ants
enter your house,

then someone in your family
might die.

Ai. Graças a Deus.
You understand.

Sim.

This is... an eagle's claw.

It will help you find
who did this.

Oh.

Take it, please.

Okay. Thank you.
I will. I'll just--

no te olvides.

Okay. Thank you.
Ooh. Oops. Excuse me.

(Police radio chatter)

Bunny?

Where's the bunny?

Here. Rigsby, hold this.

Has anyone seen
a rabbit around here?

Excuse me. Uh, did you
happen to see a rabbit?

Ja.

Thank you.

(Door creaks)

Hello, fella.

Yeah?

There...

Ahh, there you are. Huh?
Gotcha.

Fella.
You found him.

I take it this belongs
to you.

Yeah. It's the third time
he's escaped.

Chews through that metal
like a floppy-eared rat.

Thanks for finding him.

Oh. Pleasure.

Certainly took your time
getting here.

You were expecting me?

Yeah, of course.

You know something
about the murder?

Yeah. Poor old
Mr. Mendelssohn.

You know anything
that could help us?

You tell me.

How can I know what you know?

How can I know what I know
will help you?

You're testing me.

Why?

You don't have issues
with authority figures.

You know you're the smartest
person in most rooms.

What's your name?

Am I required to tell you?

Well, I'm just a consultant.

You don't have to tell me
anything.

Then I won't.

Okay. Have it your way.

- Wait. Where are you going?
- Well, you're playing me.

You don't have anything
helpful to offer me.

Stop.

Who's playing who?

(Scoffs) You think you can
manipulate me

with reverse psychology?

Seems to be working.

Well, it's not.

(Clicks tongue)
I'll help you.

But not because of your lame
attempt to prey on my ego.

I'm bored.

Not a whole lot's going on
in my world.

And what world's that?

Come on.

(Sets parking brake)

Mr. Mendelssohn hardly
went to his store

in the diamond district.
He, um...

liked to work
close to home here.

This is his workshop.

Have you been inside
before?

No. But I've seen him
go in a lot.

He spent
all of his time here.

(Girl) Wow.

(Sighs) This place
is so cool.

Heh.

Weird... is what it is.

(Chuckles)

It's like a place
in a dream.

Close, but no cigar.

You're getting warmer,
though.

What?

Who are you?

What's your name?

Here we go again
with the name.

You have a definite
tendency to obsess.

Do people ever
tell you that?

All the time.

What are you hiding?

You tell me.
You're the mentalist.

I never said I was
a mentalist.

Spooky.
So how did I know?

You're playing
a little game with me.

I want to know why.

Who are you?
What's your name?

Charlotte.

Okay. Well, that's half a name.
It's a start.

Half a nice name.

I had a daughter
named Charlotte.

I know.

No.

No, you don't.

Who put you up to this?
Red John?

Red John, Red John,
Red John.

I am so over Red John.

You're not my daughter.

My daughter was murdered.

I found her body.

(Gasps softly)

"You are safe,
you are loved,

and you are wise""

who told you those words?

(Voice breaking) You did.

Every night when you
tucked me into bed.

Hey, Jane. How'd you find
this place before we did?

Lisbon, good.

Uh, could you run
a background check on this girl?

(Chuckles) She's playing a con
on me--a very good one.

And who are you, miss?

Hello. I'm his daughter--
Charlotte.

I've heard so much about you.
It's nice to meet you.

My daughter's dead!

- He's having another episode.
- Yeah.

Come on, buddy.
Why don't you have a seat?

What is wrong with you?

It's all right.
We'll explain it all to you.

We'll tell you everything.
Just sit down first.

No.

Charlotte's dead.

(Thud)

Everything okay in there?

What's going on?

- Oh, my God!
- Ohh!

Ohh! (Shivering ) Ohh!

Ohh!

Did he ingest anything?

Uh, tea. He--he drank
hot tea.

Hey.
His heartbeat's irregular.

- Hey.
- Pupils dilated.

Skin's unusually dry.

Right here.
(Lisbon) Get that to the lab!

In fact, extend the primary
crime scene into the kitchen.

No need for the lab.

It's belladonna,
the devil's cherry.

I know it from working
narcotics.

Belladonna's highly toxic.

That's why users dilute it
with tea.

The berries have
a sweet flavor.

They say it gives you
instant hallucinations.

(Patrick mutters)
Well, if the victim was tripping,

it would make him
a lot easier to kill.

Is he gonna be okay?

He's holding his own.
That's a good sign,

but we need to get him to
a hospital and pump his stomach.

I'm gonna go with Jane.
Cho, you're in charge.

You two push on
the investigation.

It's okay.

You know
that Mendelssohn cut

some of the rarest stones
of his time?

He was considered
a master.

You have his client list?

(Chuckles) Yeah, you should
see this thing. (Paper rustles)

Leaders of industry, royalty,
Hollywood stars.

Yeah, we need
to run them down.

I'm all over it. I already
have a call in to Clooney.

Preliminary
forensics report.

There were no useable prints
on the teapot or bowl.

Well, except
for Jane's prints.

Great. Smudging fingerprints,
drinking evidence--

he's like a drunk uncle.

What about the electric saw
that was used on the victim?

Two sets of prints.
One belongs to Mendelssohn,

the other unidentified.

M.E. puts time of death
around midnight.

Now Lisbon said
the next-door neighbor

heard Mendelssohn arguing with
a man in his kitchen last night.

Did Mendelssohn live alone?

He was sharing his home
with his daughter Melaina.

Guess she hit hard times
last year and moved in.

She writes children's books.

Where was she
last night?

Big Sur. Rented a cabin
to work on a book.

I notified her this morning.
She's driving home now.

Yeah. Definitely meet with the daughter.
Okay.

See if she knows who was
at the house last night. - Right.

Did the victim have
any coworkers?

An assistant named
Julian Gallego.

Bring him in.
Let me know what you find.

Mm.

(Phone rings)
It's all right. I got it.

CBI.

Oh, yeah. Mr. Clooney.

Yeah, this is Agent Cho.

I just have a couple
questions for you.

(Police radio chatter,
indistinct conversations)

(Woman speaks indistinctly
over P.A.)

This way. This way, please.

- All right, we'll take it from here.
- Is he gonna be o--

Viktor was like Stradivari.

He could, uh, hear a flaw
in the diamond

by the way his grinding wheel
changed its song.

How long did you
work for him, Julian?

Four years.

Who's going to teach me now?
There is no one like Viktor.

When did you last see him?

Yesterday.

We spent the whole day
in the workshop together.

He was showing me
how to open a window.

A window?

(Breathes deeply
and sips)

Before making the first cut,

Viktor would spend weeks
getting to know a rare gem.

You have to, uh,
polish a window

in the cloudy surface
of the stone

so that you can peer
into its heart.

Sounds romantic.

It is.

A careless cut can
shatter your treasure.

Did your boss
come into possession

of any rare gems lately?

Oh, yes.

A 102-carat blue diamond.

Most master cutters will
turn into old men

and--and never touch
a diamond over, uh, 50 carats.

100 carats? How much is
something like that worth?

Well, it's just a chunk
of rough crystal now,

but after Viktor
was through with it...

$20 million.

And where is that diamond?

Viktor took it home with him.

He took all of his clients'
stones home with him at night.

He kept them close

in a...
hidden shoulder wallet.

There was no shoulder wallet
found on Viktor's body.

Did anyone have it out
for your boss?

Fahad. Fahad threatened him.

Who's that?

Fahad Ranjani.
Another diamond cutter.

Uh, minor talent.

The Blue Orchid is
a career-making stone.

Fahad thought
it was going to him.

The Blue Orchid?

- Blue Orchid?
- That's right.

When was your last contact
with your father, Melaina?

(Voice shaking) Mm...
yesterday morning.

I-I called him
from the cabin.

And he didn't indicate
that anything was wrong?

On the contrary.

He was so excited
about that new stone.

According to his
assistant Julian,

he liked to hide his clients'
gems on his body?

(Chuckles)

Dad never took off
that beat-up shoulder pouch.

Even in bed.
Drove mom crazy.

And why would he do that?

He was raised not to trust
security services.

His father was
a German Jew who...

survived the Holocaust

only to have the bank
steal the family money.

And did anyone other than
you and Julian

know about
the shoulder pouch?

We're the only ones
he trusted.

Melaina, are you
a tea drinker?

I am.

(Pen clatters)

We found a toxic substance
inside your teapot.

I don't know
anything about that.

Excuse me for asking,
but...

can anyone confirm that you
were in Big Sur last night?

No.

I rent a remote cabin
for solitude.

Would you consent
to a forensics exam

and an examination
of your vehicle?

(Voice breaking) No.

I mean, go ahead.
Do whatever you need to.

You're not real.

You're an hallucination.

Depends on your
point of view, I suppose.

It's the only reality
that I know.

(Lowered voice)
How come I'm strapped down?

'Cause you are strapped down.

Yeah, they're pumping
your stomach right now.

Listen.

(Air hissing) (Man) Set suction
at 125 intermittent.

Check his I.V. and get me
an electrolyte bag

just in case.
(Monitor beeping)

Well, how about that?

(Air hissing)
(Man) A little more...

So...

you're my daughter.

Well, at least how I imagine
my daughter to be all grown up.

Do I meet your approval?

You're a bit lippy.

(Chuckles)

- Yeah, I get that from you.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Sorry.

I'm not really crazy
about that.

Hey, you didn't exactly
turn out

the way I expected, either.

What's that supposed to mean?

What happened to you?

I've been dead
for ten years,

and you're still
stuck in neutral?

You have no life,
just this endless obsession.

Red John. Red John.
(Scoffs)

Mom would not be happy.

Well, my relationship
with your mother is, uh...

it's my business.

Show a little respect.

(Scoffs) Hello, I'm a figment
of your imagination.

Show yourself some respect.

This is what I've been
missing out on

for all these years?

When do you go
to college again?

Look at you.
You can't even be real

with someone
who doesn't even exist.

Does anyone know
who you are?

(Monitor beeping)
Yes.

Who?

Well, come on. Who?

(Breathes deeply)

Lisbon.

(Swallows and sighs)

Lisbon.

Lisbon.

(Indistinct conversations)

Lisbon.

Hey.

Hey, Jane.

- Hey, I'm back.
- Yeah.

You're gonna be okay.

They pumped your stomach.
You took some kind of--

Hallucinogen.

Hallucinogen.

Mm.

Was it in the tea?

Belladonna leaves.

Hmm.

The doctor says it could
take a few hours

to leave your system.

You're gonna be okay, though.
You just need some rest.

Yeah.

How you feeling?
(Exhales)

Parched. Really...

so thirsty.

Can you get me
a little water?

Please, belladonna?

I'll be right back.

Okay. Bye-bye.

(Woman over P.A.)
Paging Dr. Statham.

Dr. Statham, please.

(Monitor beeping rapidly)

Ah, Jane.

Great park.

(Sighs)

You're still here.

You're still tripping.

It would seem so.

Your really shouldn't be
driving.

And you especially should not
be driving an ambulance.

Oh, that's some
strong tea.

(Chuckles)

Uh-oh.

Now you're stealing
an ambulance?

No. No, I'm just
admiring the interior.

Wicked G.P.S.

How much you think one of
these rigs goes for?

You need bed rest.

I need to go back
to the crime scene.

What's her story?
She have a boyfriend?

Be quiet.

I didn't say anything.

I was talking to
the hallucination.

In bed now.

When I was in the victim's
kitchen,

I made a breakthrough
in the case.

At least I thought I did.

That's about when
the wacky tea kicked in.

Fine. I will have Van Pelt

come down here
with crime scene photos.

Not the same.
I have to be there.

Hallucinations are part of
the subconscious.

Mine could be clues.

We'll go when you're lucid.

Well, when I'm lucid,
I could forget everything.

But right now,
let me tell you--

right now my visions
are very, very real!

In other words, you want to
use drugs to solve a case.

Some great minds did their
best work on hallucinogens.

- And now you have a great mind?
- Ohh! I like her.

Oh, yeah, funny.
Double act, huh?

Jane. You're scaring me.

Teresa, you can
call me Patrick.

Drugs is not the path
I would choose,

but it's been chosen for me,
so I must stay the course.

Please, I implore you,

take me back
to the crime scene.

The Maharaja of Jodhpur
owns the Blue Orchid.

His royal highness
called personally

to inquire about my services.

The commission was mine--

until Viktor Mendelssohn used
his flashy credentials

to steal my job.

I was told
you threatened Viktor.

I did.
Did you kill him, too?

(Speaks foreign language)

Come again?

It means barking dogs
seldom bite.

If I intended to kill Viktor,

I wouldn't broadcast
my intentions.

Well, things happen
in the heat of the moment.

Things we can't control.

Right before he was murdered,

Viktor was overheard
in his house

arguing with a man
about the Blue Orchid.

What can I say?
It wasn't me.

But you're a barking dog,
Fahad.

You just said so yourself.

Were you barking
at Victor last night?

What did you want from me?

Do you want to arrest me?
Then arrest me!

If not,
I'm going back to work!

What do you have to say
to that?!

You're a person of interest,
Fahad.

Don't leave town without
notifying CBI.

Did that sound like the man
you heard yelling last night?

It might.

No, he didn't sound--

I don't think
that was him.

The man I heard yelling
didn't have an accent like that.

(Clicks)

Last thing I remember

was admiring this
beautiful butterfly.

Right here.

Real or imagined?

Real, I think.

Then I heard a bang

in that pot there
on the stove.

What was in the pot?

A rabbit.

(Chuckles)

(Lid closes)
Like that rabbit?

Yeah, just like that,

but my rabbit was real,
with a diamond necklace.

That is some hallucinogen.

She's kind of cute.

I mean,
have you guys ever...

You be quiet.

Pressing on,

I carried the rabbit
to the foyer...

and it jumped from my hands

and hopped out the door.

Then I moved down the walkway
looking.

"Where's the bunny?
Here, little bunny, bunny."

And I went through
the gawking neighbors'

and across the street.

Right here I met this
lovely Scandinavian couple

that spotted the rabbit
hopping up that path.

They were Scandinavian?

Yes.

It's a clue, right?

Scandinavia. Reindeer.

Reindeer, Christmas.

I might have just
figured out

that the killer has
a December birthday.

Hmm.

(Sighs)

Did the couple you met
kinda look like them?

You must have walked by them
on your way to the backyard.

(Giggles) Classic.

Still waiting for
the subconscious clues

to kick in, Jane.

They will. Follow me.

(Door creaks)

This is wrong.

What's wrong?

This yard's different.

In my hallucination,
this was a...

manicured garden
with a...

- Look at that pool!
- Thing and a...

This--

Okay, so tell me what happened
back here in your vision.

The water's great.

It's where I met Charlotte.

Charlotte?

My daughter.

Is that who you've
been talking to?

Yes.

She here right now?

Yeah.

Wh-what is she doing?

She's doing the backstroke.

I taught her that.

Jane, maybe your subconscious

didn't send you any clues
from the crime scene.

Maybe it sent you
your daughter.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Can we go back
to the hospital now?

- Workshop.
- What?

Charlotte took me to
the diamond cutter's workshop.

Last stop, I promise.

If we don't find anything,
I will tuck myself into bed

and sleep it off.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

(Rigsby) Hey.

(Clears throat)

(Lock clicks)

You have the key?

Yeah, Mendelssohn's
daughter gave it to me.

She said her father's
workshop was, uh,

in the back here.

And who are you?

CBI. We're investigating
Viktor Mendelssohn's murder.

You're his assistant?

Julian Gallego.
Uh, I work here.

It's not what I imagined.

You mind if we take
a look around?

Not at all. I'm just
packing up. Please.

Thank you.

- I like the other workshop better.
- Shh.

(Whispers) This is so dull.

Why do even work
for the CBI, anyway?

(Lowered voice)
You know why.

To catch Red John.

(Scoffs) Okay. Whatever.

What does that mean?
"Okay, whatever"?

(Sighs) Well,
to be honest, Dad,

your obsession's a little
creepy and weird, you know

What?

I do it all for you.
And your mom.

Yeah.

And I hate to be the one
to break this to you, dad,

but...

there's nothing that
you can do for us.

We don't give a damn
what happens to Red John.

I mean, we're dead.

Gone.

And you need to start
dealing with that.

I deal with that every day.

Maybe that's the problem.

Could you please move?

Don't roll your eyes at me.

Uh, you don't need
to go in there.

That's, uh, just my stuff.

You found it.
You found the Blue Orchid.

Yes.

In your stuff.

What's a $20 million
missing diamond

doing in your bag?

Viktor's daughter said he kept
it on his body at all times.

I-I don't know
how it got in there.

Wait, you're not accusing me?

Viktor's neighbor said
she heard a man

arguing with Viktor last night
about a diamond.

Was that man you, Julian?

No.

I mean... (Sighs)
okay, yes.

- Um, I was there.
- So you lied to Agent Van Pelt?

No. She never
directly asked me

if I was at Viktor's house
last night.

You should have told her.
How would that have sounded?

That you fought with
your boss, drugged him,

stole his client's diamonds,
and then killed him.

(Breathing nervously)
We had a creative argument

over how to shape this stone.
We're both artists, passionate.

I didn't kill Viktor.

I idolized him.

Turn around and put
your hands behind your head.

- What?
- Do it.

Hey!

(Grunting)

Well, that certainly
was easy.

Yeah, you're just saying that
because I found the diamond.

(Chuckles) You wish.
(Chuckles)

(Breathes deeply)
All righty then.

It's been real.

Hang on. Where--
where are you going?

Hello, I'm practically
a grown woman.

I don't need to tell you
where I'm going.

No, yeah, I--
I-I know, but...

You're coming back.

I love you, Dad.

(Lisbon) Hey, Jane?
No, not now.

Wait.

Julian's in holding.

The D.A. likes him for the case.

Is Charlotte...

Gone. Tea wore off.

Oh. Well, you were right.

Your hallucination led us
to the killer.

No, my imaginary daughter
was right.

It's all too easy.

What are you talking about?

Well, I've never been
to that workshop.

I've never even met
the apprentice.

How would I know he was
stashing stolen goods there?

Who cares?
You found the rock.

That doesn't mean
we found the killer.

We've got a match for
the second set of prints

on the murder weapon.
They belong to Julian.

Meh, you coppers
and your evidence.

You always let it
confuse everything.

Of course Julian's prints
are gonna be on his boss' tools.

They were master
and apprentice, right?

You're really serious
about this?

Yes. There's something
I am not seeing.

Rigsby,
where's that necklace?

What necklace?

The one I handed you from
the maid that found the body.

The gardener found the body.

Well... (Chuckles)

means I hallucinated
the maid.

Why?

Send myself a message.

An eagle claw necklace.

What are eagles?
Don't answer that.

They're hunters in the sky

with excellent vision.

Just after I...
poured the tea,

I was looking through
the kitchen window,

watching a butterfly,

and I saw the bedroom

of that, uh, neighbor lady--
what was her name?

- Betty.
- Betty. Yes.

Her bedroom was on
the second floor,

up high,
with an eagle's view.

How do you know
it was her bedroom?

She had lace curtains
and blackout shades.

Betty told me
she couldn't see the kitchen

from her bedroom window.

She lied.

Okay. Play it cool.
Okay.

Hi!
Ooh.

How's the, uh,
investigation going?

Well, to tell you
the truth, uh,

we're a little stuck.

Oh. Well, if I can be
of any more help...

There's an idea.

Oh, uh, uh, would you
like to come inside?

Only if there's
a cup of tea involved.

I'd love a cup of tea.

(Laughs) Sure. Come on.

Come on.
Oh, fantastic.

We're closing in
on Viktor's killer,

but before we make
an arrest,

we need to find
his client's diamonds.

(Gasps) The Blue Orchid.

I've been following
the news all day.

Oh, no, w-we found that.

The--the Blue Orchid
was hidden in the, uh, bag

of Viktor's apprentice.

Oh, so you have
your killer?

No. We don't think so.

(Teapot whistling)
Oh.

(Patrick)
Uh, relax, I'll fix the tea.

Only a foolish killer
would keep the Blue Orchid.

It's hard to move such
a high-profile piece quietly.

Oh, I see.
(Whistling diminishes)

A smart killer would use
the Blue Orchid

to frame an innocent man
for murder

and keep the small diamonds.

They're easier to fence,

but still worth
a couple million.

Does anyone want, uh,
lemon with their tea?

- Let me top that up for you.
- Thank you.

There's--there's just
one thing I don't understand.

Why don't you believe
that Julian killed Viktor?

Doesn't that make more sense,

it's more plausible,
than somebody framing Julian?

Framing him
was the easy part.

After Viktor was dead,
all the killer had to do

was take his keys,
drive to his workshop,

and plant the Blue Orchid
in Julian's bag.

Well, if that was
the easy part,

what was the hard part?

Uh, gutting Viktor
like a fish.

Oh, dear.

Oh!

- What's wrong?
- Oh, my goodness!

Something is tickling
my toe--oh, there it--

Where did--oh!

Where did that come from?

Uh, where did what
come from?

- The rabbit.
- What rabbit?

I have no idea.

The--the rabbit!

There's a rabbit
right here in my house!

Where did it come from?

(Speaking Scandinavian
language)

(Both speaking
Scandinavian language)

(Speaking Scandinavian
language) Rabbit!

Bunny rabbit, ohh.
(Speaking Scandinavian language) Rabbit.

(Makes chewing sounds)
Ah-ha!

Carrot. Mmm.
(Laughs)

What is wrong
with you people?

Why are--

Oh, no.
Oh, My Lord.

(Speaking Scandinavian language)
Which--which tea did you serve me?

Ja. Ja.

Oh, lord. Oh, lord.

Oh, lord.
Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no,
no, no!

No, no, no.

I will not answer
your questions.

(Speaking indistinctly)
(Cackling)

I will not tell you
what you wanna know.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

No. No, please.
Let me go.

Let me go!
What do you got there?

No! No, I need help!

- Please!
- Is that your shoulder pouch?

No, I need medical help!

Please! I just drank
some belladonna!

I need help!
(Normal voice) You drank raspberry hibiscus.

Sweet like belladonna,
it doesn't pack the punch.

Believe me.

But the--but the--
the--the rabbit...

Local pet store.

You tricked me.

Ja, ja.
Ah!

(Speaks gibberish)

Come on. Let's go.
You tricked me.

Your finances
are a mess, Betty.

The money from your late
husband's insurance policy--

long gone.

You couldn't make
next month's rent.

$2 million in stolen diamonds

would have kept you living
in style for a long time.

What was he thinking?

An old man walking around
with all those jewels?

He was begging for it.

How did you know
he carried them on him?

Oh, please,
I've known for years.

His--his--his kitchen window's
right across from my bedroom.

Every night I would
lie in bed thinking,

"How can I get
my hands on that pouch""

The Blue Orchid
was your shot?

Oh, framing Julian
was one of, like,

a dozen plans
I've had over the years.

The daughter
was at the cabin,

and when I saw the two of them

in the kitchen
with that big rock,

I knew it was now or never.

Once Julian left,
I just--I went on autopilot.

(Chuckles) Where'd you get
the belladonna?

I've had it for months
for just such an occasion.

All I had to do was drop in

and offer him a pot of tea.
(Laughs)

The hallucinations
made it easier to kill him?

That was the original plan.

But once I lifted
the diamonds off Viktor,

it... it--it was
the craziest thing.

He became so delusional,

I convinced him
to take his own life.

What do you mean?
How?

I told Viktor that the diamonds
were trapped in his stomach.

(Giggling)

(Clatters)

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