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Oh, no.

Oh, damn it!

Get the kids inside!

Let's go!

Move!

All right, you know what to do!

Quickly! Quickly!

Get them inside!

All right, let's go, men.
This is not a drill.

Take the guns.
Get your ammo.

I'm Special Agent
Dennis Abbott with the FBI.

Means nothing here.

Well, that's okay, son.

I'd like to speak with
whoever's in charge here.

They'll send someone out if they
want to send someone out.

Easy! Easy.

Guys, does it have to be
so serious?

Can we just relax a little?

♪ The Mentalist 6x13 ♪
Black Helicopters
Original Air Date on March 9, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

It's the D.O.J. again.

Need to get used to it.

Your victim was a high-profile
U.S. attorney.

The solicitor general's
demanding answers.

Esta calle
está bloqueada.

Uh, no problemo, moises.

Uh, they're --
they're with me.

Hey, Jane.

How was the flight?
Fine.

How long
you been here?

Oh, about an hour or so.

Yeah, that thing is very smooth,
very smooth on the freeway.

I told you it'd be faster
to drive.

Where's, uh, Lisbon?
No Lisbon?

Back in Austin. She's still
dealing with Ardiles' murder.

Oh.

Uh, dos champurrados,
uh, para mi amigos.

Oh, I'm fine.
No, thanks.

You're missing out.
It's very, very good.

Uh, Commander Delgado,

Special Agent Fischer,
Special Agent Cho.

Mucho gusto.

As soon as I heard the victim was
an attorney for the U.S. government,

I made this case
my top priority.

This way, please.

So, Commander Delgado, how did
you I.D. the body so quickly?

Medical alert bracelet.

This is Edith Firlock,

53 years of age,

had a severe
nut and dairy allergy.

That's not what killed her.

It was a bullet
to the brain.

I've already conducted
my examination.

Thank you, Jane.

What time was the body found?

8:00 this morning.

Lack of blood on-scene suggests
that she was shot somewhere else

and dumped here.

Any witnesses
see the body arrive?

None that will talk
about it.

Clean shot to the back
of the head, execution-style.

Could be Juarez cartel.

The local police are exploring
that angle right now.

I'm telling you guys,

the commander and I
have been through all of this.

Let's just save a little time,
shall we?

Have a look
at the T-shirt.

Hmm?

The sandals.

And this...

Tattoo.

It looks like
an insignia.

So, she has a tattoo
and likes casual clothing.

But she doesn't.

She's a federal attorney.

The clear nail polish
and the conservative hairstyle

suggest that she --

she worked very hard
to look well-groomed

and authoritative...

Yet she's dressed up
as an old-fashioned hippie.

Hmm?

It's a costume.
Undercover.

What is that about?

Firlock lived
in Fort Worth.

Do we know why
she was in Mexico?

Nah, she had no
official business down here.

Border patrol says Edith Firlock
never crossed into Mexico.

We have no record of her
flying or driving here.

Well, she crossed the border
somehow.

I'll call Wylie, check
the surveillance on our side.

Hmm.

Mm.

So, lunch.

You like tamales?

Ms. Graham?

Just call me Elsie.

Oh, before I forget,
this was Edith's.

They asked me to bring it.

Thank you.
Please, take a seat.

Edith was always
on that thing.

If she wasn't prepping for
a case, she was photo-sharing.

And how long had you been
renting a room from Edith?

Five years.

We met when she
helped me beat

an intent-to-distribute
charge.

Never carry a suitcase
across state lines for a man,

no matter
how good he looks.

Can you think of anybody
in Edith's life

who may have had
a problem with her?

With Edith? No one.

She was
the genuine article.

A little gruff,
but she saw the good in people.

Certainly saved my life.

Uh, you're the last person
we can find who saw her,

and that was yesterday
at what time?

6:00 a.m.

I was leaving for the early
shift when I ran into her.

Said she'd be back
later that evening.

Now she's dead.

Did she say
where she was going?

I didn't ask.

And you're sure she was planning
on coming home last night?

She had a deposition
this morning.

Edith would've never
missed that.

Her clients were her life.

If Firlock drove
from Fort Worth to Juarez,

she wasn't planning
to stay long.

That's a half-day drive
each way.

Not to mention the time

she would've spent just getting
through the border crossing.

Oh, it's --
it's not that bad.

Shorter than airport traffic,
apparently.

I, uh --
I got some lunch.

Tamales de carnitas.

Cho,
little napkin, there.

There we go.
Thank you.

What if the victim didn't
drive herself to Mexico?

You mean what if
she was abducted?

Yeah,
that's a possibility.

What do you think, Jane?

Well, I think you're gonna want
some salsa verde with that.

There you go.

Thanks.

What do you think
about the case?

Well
she was in costume,

pretending to be an old,
leftist hippie.

Uh, you solve that mystery,

and I think you'll
catch your killer.

If you're right.

Well, it does require
paying attention

to some of the details.

Everyone betrays truths
about themselves.

Speaking of which,
ah, Cho...

Almost forgot.

I got you those
at the marketplace.

Mexican jumping beans.

I knew you'd love them.

I used to love
jumping beans.

Totally forgot about them.

How did you know?

Well, knowing what people
secretly want is what I do.

Really?

What do I secretly want?

You sure you want me
to answer that?

Tell me.

Well, how about I do one better?
I'll just get you one.

It'll be
my little gift to you.

One what?

Come in!

Commander,
thank you very much.

What a great lunch suggestion.
It's delicious.

You want some?

No, no. I'm good.

I just came to let you know
that this isn't a cartel hit.

How can you be sure?

The local police tell
me that there's a field

very close,
very secluded,

where the Juarez cartel
put their bodies.

It's a custom.

Everybody around here
uses the field

when they
have a body to dump.

So not a local.

Could be an old client
with a beef,

blames his lawyer
for prison time, wants payback.

Yeah. We need to look at
Firlock's case files.

I'll call Abbott.

Meet you back in Austin?

Yeah. I may be
a little delayed.

I want to go take another
look at the crime scene

before I roll out of here.

According to Firlock's
colleagues,

she had the best record
of any defense attorney

in the Fifth circuit.

Gave the AUSAs hell,

and did it
with very little money.

No wonder she
was highly sought after.

But still,
being a federal public defender

seems like a thankless job.

And they also said that threats
of violence from her clients

were very common.

These case files just arrived
from Fort Worth.

Fischer and Cho are on their way
to help you dig into 'em.

Looks like fun.

What exactly are you
looking for, Mr. Jane?

Well...

You didn't know there
was a body dump near here,

but, you know,
that's to be expected.

You're an important
state official.

But the locals knew.

And what better way
is there

to hide your involvement
in the crime

than to frame a cartel?

There is no better way.

Exactly.

So why dump the body here
and not in the body dump?

Must be because
it's more convenient here.

But why
is it more convenient?

Mr. Jane.

Mr. Jane!

Mr. Jane?

What have you got,
Wylie?

I searched border surveillance
for a 100-mile radius

around the city of Juarez.

And did Firlock's
car pass through?

No. Her vehicle didn't clear
any bridges or border crossings

in the past 24 hours.

Okay.
Well, if she was abducted,

she might've
been in a different vehicle.

It's possible,
but not likely.

Well, first of all,

her car should've been found
abandoned by now.

We have half of Texas
looking for it.

Then there's the thermal-imaging
scanners at the border.

Even a body in a trunk will have
registered a heat signature,

but there were no
suspicious reports last night.

All right.
What about illegal routes?

I checked with the D.E.A.,
I.C.E., and border patrol --

no unusual sightings.

I-I-it's like Firlock appeared
in Juarez out of thin air.

Hey, Jane.

I-I think I know how Edith
made it to Mexico,

but I need you
to track my phone.

Uh, just tell me
where you are.

Well, that's the problem.

I don't really know
where I am.

Jane, I'm gonna need a little
more information than that.

Jane.

What's wrong with Jane?

I don't know.

Jane, are you there?

Well, these are the coordinates
Jane was calling from.

No, this can't be right.

We had
to cross the border.

The map says
we're in Gentry, Texas, now.

We left Jane
in Mexico.

Well, the Rio Grande's
right down there.

Let me try calling him again.

We got a truck coming
down the road.

What the hell you doing?

This is private property!

FBI.
Put down the rifle.

Show me your badge.

Can't do that until
you lower your weapon.

I ain't lowering my weapon
until you show me a badge.

Uh, hey,
guys. Sorry to interrupt.

Um...Just listen.

Whatever happens --
whatever happens, don't shoot.

Ah!

Jane?

Jane, where did
you come from?

Mexico!

In a tunnel!

This is the Juarez
cartel we're talking about.

I had no choice
but to let them dig that tunnel!

You let them build a thousand-yard
tunnel into your land,

and yet you got nothing
in return, Mr. Phelps?

Of course I did.

But what was I
supposed to do?

They threatened my family.

We found blood on your land,
a lot of it...

...200 feet
from your tunnel's entrance.

I don't know anything
about that.

Type "B,"
same as Edith Firlock.

Who is Edith Firlock?

The innocent woman
you killed

and dragged through the tunnel
and dumped in Juarez.

It's only a matter of time
before we find your DNA

on her body.

That's not how it happened
at all.

No? Tell me.

Early yesterday morning,
I went to check on the cattle,

saw some buzzards.

Drove out, thinking that
one of my herd was down.

Found that woman dead.

She was lying there with her
arms crossed, all creepy-like.

Last thing I needed
was cops snooping around.

So I moved her.

What'd you do with her car?

There was no car.
It was just the body.

Mr. Phelps is guilty
of many things

that will put him in jail
for a long time.

But you don't think
he killed Firlock.

No, I don't.

Neither do I.

No?

We would've found more blood
in the tunnel.

So we agree.

I won't tell anyone
if you don't.

But someone did kill that woman
on Phelps' property,

someone who didn't know
about the tunnel,

or they would've
hidden the body themselves.

What I'm more interested in
is how Phelps found the body.

With her arms crossed.

Well, it suggests a degree
of care.

So you think the killer
knew Firlock.

Oh, great.

Is this
what I secretly want?

Yeah, this better be good.
Agent Fischer,

I-I completed an image search
for that tattoo you sent over.

I'm sorry
it took so long.

Firlock's tattoo
is an insignia

for a legal defense fund
that closed down 25 years ago.

She was a member?

That's right. They represented
fringe groups, uh --

Oh, my God.

Is that a Tamagotchi?

Excuse me.

May I? Thank you.

I-I bought that for you.

I loved these things
so much as a kid!

I-I-I killed my fair share, but
I'm gonna keep this one alive.

Thank you so much!

My pleasure.

Wow. You must've been
a real hoot

at other kids'
birthday parties.

What was Firlock
doing in Gentry?

It's a long way to drive
for a day trip.

Mm. But it's a nice drive,
though.

How you doing
on the case files?

They put me to sleep.

I decided to take a break and
look at her photo-share site.

Check this out.

These are the pictures
she downloaded

the night before
she left for Gentry.

Farmers market.
Lovely.

I wonder where it is.

Well, that's easy --
Gentry.

How do you know?

Those wind turbines
are the same ones

you can see
from Phelps' ranch.

Okay, so she sees these photos
on the Internet,

and the next day,
she jumps in her car

for an all-day
road trip?

Why does
somebody do that?

Well, that corn on the cob
looks very tasty.

I could drive my Airstream
down to Gentry.

Want to join me?

In the silver bucket?
No, thanks.

Well, Fischer it is, then.

I'm still trying to track down
whoever tapped our cellphones

and killed Ardiles.

Van Pelt's got a lead, but I'm waiting
for a judge to sign off on a warrant

to search the property.

Well, J.J.
owes me a favor.

LaRoche?

Yeah, I heard he's working
Internal Affairs at SFPD.

You snap your fingers,
I bet he'll come running.

Uh, we're the last people
he'd want to help.

He lost his job
because of us.

Well, I'm not saying
he's gonna want to help us,

but if you just mention
that I'm involved

and that, uh, you know,
he kind of owes me a favor,

I think
he'd be glad to help.

Just saying.

We're here already?

Yeah, well, we've been
on the road for five hours.

Oh. Guess I dozed.

Mm.

All right.

Let's go meet the locals.

Here are some photos
of the victim we can show.

Well, it's lunchtime.

There's too many people.

Better to wait till the crowd
thins a bit.

Where you going?

I...

am going...

to take a little nap.

You're gonna sleep
on the job?

Hi, there.

Hi. I was wondering
if you'd seen this woman

anywhere around here
in the past couple of days.

We're trying
to track her down.

Who are you?

Kim Fischer.
I'm with the FBI.

Yeah,
I don't know anything.

I will take that
as a "no."

Thank you for your time.

I'll take
one of those.

Our peanut butter
is all-natural and hand-ground.

Thank you.

Mmm!

Wow, that's really delicious.

Um --
Clancy.

Kim.

Clancy, you look like a man
who knows his way

around this market.

Well, I've been working here
for a couple of years, so...

I could use your help.

Have you seen
this woman?

She might've been here
a few days ago

wearing a "Free Mandela" T-shirt.

Oh, yeah.

I remember the T-shirt.
I believe I gave her a sample.

Do you remember
anything else?

Uh, did she have
anyone with her?

So, are you the cop lady
everybody's talking about?

Cop lady?

Uh, I'm with the FBI.

As an officer of the law, you're
required to announce yourself.

Wow. Okay. Uh, an innocent woman
was murdered.

I'm just
looking for information.

Oh, you want the truth, and yet
you approach me with artifice.

What's your name?

Special Agent Fischer.

"Special," indeed.

Uh, well, Agent Fischer,

how do you expect anyone to follow
the rules of the government

if you won't
follow them yourself?

Hello, LaRoche.

Looks like you're
keeping busy.

As keen-eyed as ever,
young Rigsby.

Van Pelt.

Are you enjoying
Internal Affairs?

Dealing with mistrust
and disdain

for half the paycheck
I got at CBI?

No, I am not enjoying
Internal Affairs.

But you're not here to discuss
my problems, are you?

I believe Lisbon called.

Your old team's phones are
being bugged, Ardiles' murder --

yes, she -- she told me.

To be honest,
I am not interested

in the headache
that seems to accompany you all.

As bad as this job is,
it's drama-free.

Good day.

Uh, we were told to remind you
that you owe Jane.

And if you help us out, your
debt with him will be settled.

I will...secure the warrant
and search the premises.

I will let you know
if I find anything.

I would like to assist
with the search.

You're no longer
on active duty.

J.J., our lives
are at risk here.

Drama...free.

Let's go.

Tough rodeo.

Tough, but not
without rewards.

Clancy at the
peanut-butter stand

remembers giving Firlock
a sample.

Oh. Well,
that's interesting.

Yeah. Once he heard
I was FBI,

he shut down
like everybody else.

Maybe someone found out
Firlock was a federal P.D.

and took offense.

Well, that's
a reasonable theory.

But it's wrong.

Where are you going?

Uh, well,
you said that Edith

accepted
a peanut-butter sample?

Why would she do that?

Her medical alert bracelet

said that
she was allergic to nuts.

Bingo. My turn.

Would you care to try some
freshly ground peanut butter?

Oh, yeah.

Don't mind if I do.

Mmm.

Oh.

That is delicious.
You make that?

Sure did.

Let me get a jar of that
for the road.

Thanks, and, um...

Oh, and this,
one of those.

Thank you.

Mm, how's $10 for both?

Very reasonable.

Where you headed?

Uh, probably west.

Yeah, no --
no set plan,

just looking for some level road
to set the silver sovereign on.

It's a nice rig.

Yeah, it's home.

At least till I find someplace
to settle down.

Gonna get myself
a farm one day.

It's a good life.

"Gadsden Grove."

"Citizens farm."

What's the deal
with that, huh?

Just homesteaders,
focusing on living our own way.

Oh, yeah.
Like -- like a commune?

Nah, none of that
hippie stuff.

No, we're just
steering clear

of the power grab
going on out there.

Mm-hmm. I feel you.

If a man wants justice
and freedom in this world,

he's got
to get it himself.

That's right.
Yeah.

Well,
nice talking to you.

Thank you.

Yeah.
Better hit the road.

Hey, you know,
if, uh --

if it's farming you like,
you should come visit us,

take a look-see.

Well, I don't want to be
any trouble.

No trouble.

Actually, I'm heading
back there right now.

Yeah, sure, why not?

That's a very generous offer.

Patrick.
Alex.

It's a pleasure
to make your acquaintance.

You, too.

We got a report
on an abandoned vehicle

that matches the description
of Edith Firlock's car.

Really? Where is it?

Ditched in a gully not far
from your current location.

Great. I'll drive
over there with Jane,

and we'll check it out.

Hey!

Hey, Jane! Jane!

Yes, sir.
Sitting on 1,000 acres.

Plenty of space
for crops, gardens,

private living quarters.

It's a sweet setup.

Yep. It's home.

Whoa.

Fully licensed under the state's
concealed-carry laws.

Most of us on the farm here
choose to exercise

our second-amendment rights.

Well, if you like it,
I love it.

How'd you end up here?

Well, like you, I looked
to the government for answers

after I got discharged...

Only it didn't show up.

So I turned to the bottle
for support.

Well...I've been there.

Lucky for me, the farmer that
owned this place saw my struggle

and helped me
turn my life around.

When he died,
he left me all this,

so I decided to do for others
what he did for me --

help people find
a place to be free.

That's very impressive.

We're always open
to good people.

Oh, I don't know.

Can't stay on the road
forever, Patrick.

Gotta let it
take you someplace.

Stay the night.
Think about it, huh?

Jane, where were you
all night?

I, um...

I slept at the compound.

With the
peanut-butter people?

Yeah. They're
really very nice.

Very nice. And --
and the air here is so clean.

I slept like a baby.

Are you ever coming back?

Yeah, well, as soon as I figure
out who killed Edith Firlock.

What makes you think
the killer's there?

Well, she drove
down to Gentry

to get in touch with someone
from the peanut farm.

I mean, why else
would she dress like a rebel

and accept a food sample

that could possibly send her
into anaphylactic shock?

Do you have any leads?

No, but I have a plan.

Daylight's a-burning,
pilgrim.

Oh, uh, I'll
be right out!

Um, I'm gonna need,
uh, a black helicopter and...

A tank.

Ha. Yeah, right.

I'm serious.

What?
I'm serious!

I know what we signed up for.

I-I know that we have
to support him

and take a back seat
to his whims.

But he abandoned me
at the farmers market yesterday.

Okay, well, l-let's just
think about this for a second.

Jane is making
a sincere effort to fit in.

No, he's not.

Look at what he gave me
yesterday, huh?

A robot.

N-no, no, this
is just not a robot.

This is Voltron, okay?

I used to love this
when I was a kid.

Dennis...He ditched me.

Okay. Yeah.

Well, that's not cool.

No! No, that is far,
far from cool.

Okay, did Jane have something
to say about it afterwards?

W-- uh, who knows!
He hasn't responded

to my texts
or my phone calls ever since.

I -- look, where
do we draw the line?

How far do we bend
for this man?

I just got off
the phone with Jane.

He says he needs a black
helicopter, a convoy of vans,

and whatever you have
that looks most like a tank.

Uh, uh, Fischer --

What's her problem?

She'll be fine.

What in the hell
were you just talking about?

Pretty handy
with that hammer.

Oh, I've used one
a time or two in my life.

Where'd you grow up?

What's wrong, Patrick?

That helicopter --
it's circling us.

Must be
some border issue.

No.
It's unmarked,

dark-colored.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Somebody doesn't
want us to know who they are.

What was
that about?

Well, I don't want
to freak anyone out,

but this is usually
how it starts.

They scope the property out
right before they, uh...

Before what?

That FBI agent yesterday,
the one marcia got a picture of.

You know, she was trying
to question us

about this missing woman.

Feds must think we took her.
Or killed her.

This will not do.

We're good people.
This is sovereign land.

Guys are a little paranoid,
aren't you?

It's not Waco.
It was one helicopter.

One black helicopter --
never a good sign...

Unless, of course,
you're lost.

Yeah, better safe
than sorry.

We should be
preparing ourselves.

Prepare ourselves
for what?

A black helicopter
was surveilling the property

not 10 minutes ago.

A raid?

Maybe.

There's, like, a convoy of government
vehicles headed our way.

How many?
A lot.

Oh, my God.
I'll open the gun locker.

Whoa, now.
We need guns? Really?

It's just a helicopter,
a few vans.

Easy, fellas.

Guys, does it have to be
so serious?

Can we just relax a little?

Guns down, people.

Go ahead. Guns down.

All right, everybody.
Lower your weapons.

That's better.

We came here to talk.
No gunplay, please.

My name's Alex Mildray.
I speak for Gadsden Grove.

Mr. Mildray, we have a warrant
to search these premises.

Search it for what?

Evidence pertaining
to the abduction and murder

of Edith Firlock.

Never heard of her.

Well, that may be.

But somebody on this farm
has heard of her.

Look, we're coming in, sir,

and I'd like to have your
cooperation before we do that.

You and I have the power
to save lives right now...

If we can work this out.

I speak for the farm,
but I don't decide.

We gotta put it to a vote.

Okay.

I give you an hour to persuade
your people to stand down.

Then we're coming in...

Whether you voted
for it or not.

What do we
want to do, people?

Do we want to let the feds in here?
No!

They say there's a murder
suspect among us.

How do we even know
that's true?

We can't let the government
roll all over us.

Right! They done that
all our lives.

Alex.
Isn't that why we came here?

I like what you're doing here,
and I want to help you.

Will you let me
speak to them now?

I'm gonna say something
that may shock you,

but if you work with me,

I guarantee you will
come out of this a big hero.

You will be golden.

I promise.
Yes?

Yeah.

Okay, people. Fellow citizens,
my name is Patrick.

I'm not just a citizen.

I'm also a sort of indentured
servant to the FBI out there.

You're FBI?

I'm with them,
not of them.

Let him speak.

It's the truth.

There's a killer amongst you --

murdered a good woman
by the name of Edith Firlock.

You know, I can find this
bloodthirsty killer right now,

and I can take him
out of here,

and I can do it without
letting those accursed Feds

cross your property line.
How does that sound?

Keep talking.

Edith Firlock
drove down to Gentry

to, uh, catch up with someone
from her distant past --

a past where she was
a leftist lawyer.

So anyone
under the age of 45,

please go to the back
of the barn right now.

Under the age of 45 --
back of the barn.

The rest of you, please...

Stay here.

Now, my guess
as to what happened here --

Edith Firlock knew a lot
of radical fringe types

from the old days.

One of those old friends...

is on the run...

...and using your farm
to hide out.

Now, I think Edith
figured that out

and came down
to pay a visit.

Any takers?

The killer also
owns their own gun.

Who here doesn't
own a firearm?

To the back
of the barn, please.

Now we're getting close.

The killer's starting
to get nervous.

The killer feels like
it's 110 degrees in here.

The killer's starting
to feel faint, it's so hot.

...which is
not you or you.

Now we're getting very,
very close.

And I would suggest that
the killer can now see Edith...

Every time they blink.

Yeah. You can
see her, right?

Coming for revenge.

Right in the corner
of your vision.

That poor woman.

Oh, stop it!

Marcia, right?
What's your real name, huh?

This is a lie!

Remember who he is!
He's a Fed!

He's the enemy!
Marcia...

Marcia!

Marcia!

You don't want
to do this.

Don't tell me
what I want!

I am so sick of you telling
everybody what they want,

what to do, how to think!

Marcia...

...it's over.

I ran your fingerprints,

and they tell
an interesting story, Marcia.

Or...

Perhaps I should say...

Rachel.

In 1986, you were implicated
in an eco-terrorism bombing

just south
of the Canadian border.

You call it "terrorism."

We called it
"liberating nature."

Edith Firlock's defense fund
represented you

until you skipped bail.

You know, 27 years
is a long time to be on the run.

Oh, it's not so bad once you
get past the first 10 years.

Until the past
shows up on your doorstep.

She said she saw my picture
on some travel blog,

that she recognized me
instantly.

Rachel Solket...

...I believe
we need to talk.

She told me
that if she found me,

it was only a matter of time
before the authorities did.

So Firlock
showed up to help you.

Yeah --
help me turn myself in.

But you had no intention
of turning yourself in.

None whatsoever.

So you shot her
at Phelps' ranch,

and then you went back
to the market.

She should have left
well enough alone.

Yeah.

It was all her fault.

Hey, LaRoche.
Do you have news?

I got the warrant.

I have a physical address
in Sacramento.

Heading there now.

That's great.
Where is it?

Looks like it's in
the warehouse district.

Okay. Send me the address.
I'll join you.

Do you remember nothing
from our conversation?

Yeah,
but I can help you.

I will search
and let you know

if I find anything
worth your time.

Listen, LaRoche, I --
good-bye, Rigsby.

Hey, honey,
you catch that?

Yeah.

Looks like he's headed
towards Elk Grove.

I'll text you the address
once his car stops.

Thanks.

Uh, Wayne...

Be careful.

I love you.
Love you.

Hi.

What do you want?

Oh, just wanted
to apologize

for leaving you out there
without a ride.

I understand.

All in the line of duty.
Yeah.

I got you that thing
you wanted.

Oh, my God.
How did you...

Where'd you get that?

Jane gave it to me.

Jane gave you a wand?

When I was a girl,

I thought I could
change so many things

if I just had
one of these.

Change what kind
of things?

Oh, you know, uh,
make myself invisible,

transport myself
to magical places.

You must have been disappointed
when it didn't work.

I never got one.

My mom thought all that princess
stuff was stupid nonsense.

She was right,
of course.

Of course.

If you former CBI people
are one thing, it's predictable.

I can explain.

I need to search
the premises alone.

You stay outside.

Police!

Police!

Search warrant!

Rigsby!

Everything okay?

No. It's not okay.
This place is creepy.

If you think I'm gonna
search this dump by myself,

you are gravely mistaken.

Do you hear that?

Yeah. It sounded like
a man talking.

J.J.!

My...Dog.

It's okay.

It's okay.
Just --

just stay with me.

Just s-stay --
stay with me.

It's okay.

It's okay.

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