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He's from the A.G.'s office.
We're catching a hot one.

Hooray! I was about
to go mad with boredom.

Don't say "hooray". Someone's died.

Well, if they have,
my happiness makes

- no difference to them.
- Nor does catching the killer, for that matter.

True, but it makes a
difference to the klier.

This e-mail just came to
the Attorney General's office

and the Governor's
office 20 minutes ago.

"Pay attention. At
exactly 11:05 a.m. today,

"at 35.04 north and 116.49 west,

"you'll see an arrogant
and greedy person

"punished with death, and
you will know I'm serious.

Signed, Joe Q. Public."

- Interesting.
- It's probably nothing.

So why can't the local
police handle it then?

Some fool let the Governor
read the damn thing.

So he talks to the A.G.,
the A.G. talks to Minelli,

and Minelli tells me we
have to handle it personally.

Rigsby, you're the fastest
driver. If we leave now

- and push it, we can get there by 11:05.
- Where is it?

Mojave desert, middle of nowhere,

- quarter of a mile off the highway.
- Interesting.

- Boring. Three hours away.
- Desert's beautiful this time of year.

Let's all go.

We can bring a picnic lunch.

Someone has to stay
and answer the phones.

How much further?

About 50 feet.

Look at that. Look what I found.

What is it?

It's a worm. It's
a fossilized worm.

I'm happy for you.

Yeah, this is it. This is the spot.

11:04 and change...

right on time.

- For what?
- There's still 15 seconds to go.

You know, when this worm was alive,

this whole desert was
the floor of a great sea.

There were dinosaurs
swimming above us.

- That is kinda awesome.
- Yeah.

Sharks the size of buses.

brilliantly colored sea monsters.

Those mountains...

they would've been volcanoes.

This is a goat turd
about six months old.

Still...

giant sharks, here.

Okay, we've done our job.

Somebody yanked our chain
pretty good. Let's go.

Wait. I think we should wait.

What for? What could
possibly happen?

I have no idea, but
it's a pleasant spot,

and I have sandwiches.

We'll eat 'em in the car.
We've wasted enough time.

Hey, did you hear that?

Yeah. What is that?

Yeah, our victim's name
is David Whittaker...

one of a party of
six casual skydivers

that went up with an
instructor this morning.

All executives of a company
called Carnelian Prime Trust

out here on an outdoor
adventure retreat.

Yeah, our victim was, uh,
V.P. of human resources.

David Whittaker,
Carnelian Prime Trust.

Got it. I'll start digging.

You see that right there?
That's the master strap, okay?

And it was cut
nearly clean through.

Now that has to be
deliberate, and that is evil.

'Cause the minute
this thing deployed,

the chute would've come clean off.

- Who rigged the chute?
- Me. I did. Last night,

and I double-checked
every one of 'em.

They were a-ok. I guarantee it.

- This was done after.
- By someone that knows parachutes.

Yes. I've been rigging
chutes for 15 years,

and I've never had one
accident, not one. Never.

There's a number on
there. Is there any way

to identify which chute
is for which jumper?

Are they assigned to individuals?

I just tell the jumpers to grab
the first chute they come to.

- Those numbers are strictly for the maintenance logs.
- Well, who had access to the chutes

- after you rigged them?
- They're just... they're in the hangar overnight,

- not locked or anything.
- So anyone who had access to the airport, basically.

Agent Lisbon, is it? We're leaving.

Keep my office informed.
And you... you'll be hearing

from our lawyers. Yeah, do it now.

- Are you gonna let him get away with that?
- Shh. Mr. Faulk?

This is a murder investigation.

You can't leave until
we say you can leave.

I apologize.

I thought we had answered
all your questions.

- Do we have your permission to leave, Agent Lisbon?
- Yes, you do,

But we're gonna have a
lot of follow-up questions.

You know our location.

Yes, we do. We'll be
in touch, Mr. Faulk.

Why isn't the body on the move yet?

- Well, forensics is still working the scene.
- He fell from the sky.

- What could they work on for an hour?
- Nerds. They won't be hurried.

So who is this Randall Faulk guy,

And what does he do?

President and C.E.O. of
Carnelian prime trust.

They're one of the top
ten private equity firms

in the world. They buy
and sell big companies...

Oil, steel, auto
plants, hotel chains.

- You name it, they own it.
- Uh-huh. Rich bastards.

As soon as the scene's clear,
you two go to the airport.

Find out who had access to
the parachutes last night.

And find out about Spruell's
history. See if anything bumps.

Yeah, you got it.

Van Pelt, what's up?

- Are you close to a TV?
- No, why?

Oh, hell.

You want your sandwich?

Help you?

We're looking for Mr. Faulk.

Right up in the house.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Following Mr.Whittaker's
horrific death,

a message was sent within
the past hour to the police

and several media outlets,
including channel 4 news.

It reads, "I have
proved my strength."

"I have scored one
for the little guy,"

"and I would do it again,"

"unless Carnelian Prime
Trust makes a public apology"

"for its greed and arrogance"

"and promises to change its ways."

"Yours truly, Joe Q. Public."

Illiterate nonsense.

Perhaps. But the threat
to your lives is explicit.

We need to set up a security plan

with the marshal's services.

What time are you planning
on going back to the city?

We're not. We're staying here.
We're continuing the retreat.

Oh, for god sake, Rand. Perhaps
there are other considerations here?

I'm not sure staying here

is the most advisable
safety posture.

We stay. I'm not letting
some random lunatic

disturb Carnelian. This
is a test of our strength.

David would want us to continue.

Yes, he would. Yes, he would.
David would never back down.

David wouldn't want you
to respectfully acknowledge

his tragic and untimely death?

Oh, he... he wouldn't
want it to interfere

with your kayaking schedule.

- Joan, is it?
- Jane, like the girl.

Jane. Mr.Jane.

- Mr.Jane.
- Thank you.

This week that we spent
here is not a vacation.

This is a test. What we
learn here about ourselves

and about each other is at
the core of the philosophy

of Carnelian's success.

Now there will come
an appropriate moment

to mourn our dear friend.

This is the moment to show resolve

and courage.

And now perhaps

you can give us a briefing
on the case so far.

We investigate murders.
We don't give briefings.

Why on earth not? We
have the right to know.

- We're the victims here.
- David Whittaker is the victim here.

Any one of us could've
picked that bad chute.

Any one of us could
be dead right now.

Yes, but the saboteur didn't
know which one of you would die.

He felt that any one of
you would fit the bill.

"Greedy and arrogant." How
does that make you feel?

- What, is this group therapy?
- Do you want group therapy?

No, we want a professional
police detective.

I will be speaking
with your superiors

just to assure myself
that your people

- are the best option going forward.
- That's a good assurance to get.

Quick question...

What is the worst thing
you people have done lately?

We control assets
of over $50 billion.

Our companies employ over
half a million people.

In the last six months, the
way the economy has been going,

I've been forced to put
about 50,000 men and women

out of work. Now some of
them will blame Carnelian

for their misfortunes, I'm
sure. It's understandable.

- Does that bother you, personally?
- It most certainly does. I am concerned

about security just
like anyone else.

- I don't consider myself bulletproof.
- That's not what I meant.

I meant, does it bother you that these
people are out of work on your say-so?

No. That's my job... To
make the tough decisions.

Tough, yet rational and ethical.

And, yes, I'm afraid people
will suffer because of it.

So it's no surprise

That someone's making
a stand against you.

No, there's always
malcontents amongst us.

- I'll send you our register.
- Oh, you have a register of malcontents?

Anyone who's ever sued
us or threatened to sue us

or written hostile
letters, that sort of thing.

- They're logged in the register.
- It'd be good for us to take a look at that.

Yeah.

We'd like a list of everyone

with an airport security pass.

- Do you have a warrant?
- It's not privileged information, ma'am.

You can give it to
us without prejudice.

- Well, okay, if you're sure.
- Yeah, I'm sure.

If you could, uh, send it
to that address, please?

Hi. You'll be getting the
airport list any second now.

Okay.

Got it.

I'll cross-check it
against the Carnelian list.

One name on both lists...

Lee Skelling.

- Lee Skelling?
- Yeah, he works the baggage truck a couple days a week.

- He's not here today.
- Okay, thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thanks, Van Pelt.

Yep.

Sniveling lackey pigs is
what you are, you know that?

- Damn lackeys!
- Calm down, Lee.

Make me.

Stop right there! You
let him go right now,

- You hear me?
- It's not loaded!

Now you put that down
right now, you idiot.

But, daddy!

Get inside, boy.

Scared the pants
off you, didn't he?

Yeah, he did.

No, he didn't.

Two years ago, you sent this letter

to Carnelian headquarters.

"You greedy sons of
bitches ought to know better

than to outright steal from
decent American citizens

like myself. You're no
better than scum in my book.

You better pay up, or there's
gonna be consequences."

- You recall writing this letter?
- Yes, I do.

Tell me about it.

Like the letter says, which
I wrote in a moment of anger,

they stole from me,

from my family.

Then when I called them on it,
they not only didn't pay me,

they did their damnedest
to throw me in jail.

- How'd they steal from you?
- I used to work the line

at Grant Aerospace.
Fan ducts for airliners.

They had a whole
incentive thing going.

If a shop floor guy
comes up with an idea

that saves costs
or speeds the line,

He gets a bonus. $50,000.

So I came up with an
improvement on the riveting gear

that saved them 5
1/2 cents per unit.

That's huge. So
50,000 for me, right?

That's a lot of money.

The C.E.O. shook my
hand. I had it in writing.

Then Carnelian prime
buys Grant Aerospace.

Come time to pay my
bonus, they welsh.

I complained about
it. They sacked me.

- What'd you do then?
- Oh, I tried to take them to court.

Me and one old, cross-eyed
lawyer out of the phone book

Against 20 ivy league weasels.

No contest. I didn't
even get a hearing.

Sounds like a bad
injustice was done.

Sounds like you have
a right to be angry.

Yes, I do. I do have a right.

Your friends already took
Lee. What do you want?

Jessie Skelling?

No, I'm Cindy Crawfod.

Jessie's on vacation to Mexico.

Ma'am?

I can't even look at you people.

You make me so mad.

Lee's done nothing. Nothing!

Jessie, if your
husband is innocent,

we're your best friends.
We'll prove he's innocent.

Will you help us?

You want some water or a soda?

Some water sounds lovely.

Where were you the
night before last,

- from 9:00 p.m. till 9:00 the next morning?
- I was at work, and then I was at home.

- At work at the airport?
- Yes.

And, yes, I could've
gotten into Spruell's hangar

and messed with that
parachute, but I didn't.

Okay? I worked my
shift, I went home,

and that's all I did.

I didn't even know

Those Carnelia people were
out there jumping that day.

And you know what? I
wouldn't give a damn

- Even if I did know.
- No?

Okay, yeah, I would give a damn.

They could give me that money.

It was peanuts to them. Nothing.

Cut a man's chute?

No.

Four years with the rangers.
You're familiar with parachutes.

Yes, I am.

You ever been in the military, cho?

Yes.

Then you know.

I would chop a man's head
off and pee down his neck

before I'd ever cut
his chute that way.

I mean...

That's bad.

That's out there.

Lee is a god-fearing man.

He wouldn't kill
somebody like that.

No way.

He was a soldier. He can kill.

- For his country, not for himself.
- What's the difference, you think?

I don't know, but it makes all
the difference in the world.

You're very confident
of his innocence.

How can you be so sure?

Cause I asked him if he did it,

and he said, no, he didn't do it.

Ah. You suspected he
might indeed have done it.

- But he denied it. You believe him.
- Lee don't lie to me.

He'll cause me trouble and
grief a hundred which ways,

but he don't lie to me.

Wives often say that
about their husbands.

Easy to fool yourself that
the people you love are honest.

Yeah, it is.

- But I know he wouldn't lie.
- Why?

Because.

Why?

Because I'm dyin'.

And he wouldn't want
to lie to somebody

who's gonna sit next to
the almighty pretty soon.

I'm sorry.

Stuff happens.

Don't worry about it.

The night before last,
what time did Lee get home?

Same time as every night.
About half past midnight.

Um...

Yeah.

My husband did not do this thing.

If he went to jail, what
would happen to the kids?

They'd go into care.

And he wouldn't do that to me.

He wouldn't.

Thank you for your time.

Your wife said you
wouldn't do that to her.

I don't know.

Maybe if you thought you could
get away with it, you would.

When I was working
at Grant Aerospace,

Jessie was getting the best
treatment for her sickness.

If I hadn't made a
nuisance of myself,

I'd still have my job
and my health insurance.

Jessie'd be okay.

So why did I bitch and moan, right?

I mean, why couldn't
I just be quiet,

keep my job?

I don't know.

Ego and pride...

and vanity, I expect.

Yeah, I guess something like that.

But if I thought I
could get away with it,

yes, I would kill

every last one of those bastards.

But you can't kill rich
people and get away with it.

Everybody knows that.

I know, I can read your mind.

Oh, you can, really?

You're thinking that
Mr. Skelling is innocent

- and we should release him. Cho!
- That's amazing.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

How do you do that? Let me try.

You're thinking, "Jane is right.

The man is innocent.
We should let him go."

No, I just think you
want him to be innocent

because his guilt
would be too simple.

- He has motive, opportunity and no alibi.
- Yeah...

- Yeah, boss?
- Let Lee Skelling go.

- You sure?
- We have no hard evidence against him.

Okay. Will do.

We should go and talk to the
Carnelian executives again.

- Throw a cat among the pigeons.
- You think? Why?

Well, what if this is not about
what it looks like it's about?

- What if it's about something else entirely?
- Like?

- I don't know.
- So you're suggesting we throw a blind cat among the pigeons.

- Yeah.
- No.

Howdy.

I understand that you
released a promising suspect.

Ah, we didn't like him for it.

We think... well,
that is, I think...

Agent Lisbon disagrees with me.

- I think the answer lies with one of you here.
- But that's absurd.

- Why?
- You think one of us sabotaged David's parachute?

Why not? He chutes
were clearly numbered.

The saboteur would
simply have to make sure

- not to choose the dud.
- But how could they know who would pick the dud?

They'd be killing a
randomly selected colleague.

- Why would anyone want to do that?
- Yes. I don't know. We'll find out.

So tell us a little
about yourselves.

Let's use this sadness to get
some real truths, shall we?

Joyce, you first.

Me first to do what, exactly?

I'll tell you what I think,
just to get the ball rolling.

I think you've made
your way in the world

by concealing your true feelings
under a mask of positivity

and niceness, but underneath,

you're a seething mass of
ugly, bitter resentment.

You think Faulk is
a stupid buffoon,

- But you're far too clever to be brave enough to tell him so.
- How dare you?

And, you, Mr. Braemar...
Marine corps, yes?

Yes.

Yeah. Office politics
must seem kinda trivial

in comparison.

How often do you fantasize
about pulling a couple of weapons

and showing these
civilians a little reality?

That is baseless and inappropriate,

and I resent it.

Agent lisbon, this is
a high-profile case,

a career-making case, if
concluded successfully.

Is this how you wish to proceed...

- with clownish games?
- I apologize. Mr. Jane is a consultant.

His statements in no way

reflect the official
view Of the CBI.

I am simply trying
to get a full picture

of the group dynamic here, for
instance, does anyone resent

the sexual relationship between
Faulk and Miss Sobell here?

Anyone?

Why would anyone resent it?

Don't engage with him, Nadia.

- Oh, you let him tell you what to do.
- That's enough.

You can go now.

Yes, we can.

You threw a cat, all right?

What valuable insight
did you glean as a result?

Nothing.

It's a little disappointing.

Well, maybe, just maybe this case

is exactly what it
looks like it's about.

Bitter suburbs with a
grudge against the fat cats.

Nice drive, though.

Nice 3-hour drive.

- I am hungry.
- You hungry?

- Ready?
- Ready.

You know what's weird
about those guys?

None of them seem to give a damn.

A colleague of theirs
falls out of the sky,

and they seem okay with it.
Is that guilt or indifference?

Corporate brainwashing
turns them into robots.

Grief isn't productive,
and that's all.

I don't buy that. People
make up their own minds.

- You can't brainwash them.
- Oh, sure you can.

That's what these corporate
retreats are all about.

It's primitive brainwashing
via group suffering.

It's like office Karaoke
or, uh, fraternity hazing.

How so?

Oh, when the individual
is humiliated,

their perceived value
of the group is raised.

I went on a retreat

when I got promoted
to head of the unit.

I mean, I wasn't humiliated.
I wasn't brainwashed.

So you say.

I wasn't. It was useful, actually.

How so?

Learning about communication
and leadership skills,

building trust... something
you could profit from.

What does that mean?

Like you don't know you
have major trust issues.

I trust people. I trust you.

No, you don't. I
don't trust you either.

That's upsetting to hear that.

And really, you don't trust me?

Of course not. How many
times have you lied to me,

misled me, tricked
me? Is that trust? No.

Well, we have to remedy
this. Let's do a trust fall.

A trust fall?

Yeah. I'm sure you did
one on your CBI retreat.

It's when you turn
around and fall backward,

- and I catch you.
- Oh, yes, we did do that.

- Mm-hmm.
- No.

- You won't?
- We have a long drive still.

Ah. Here we have two co-workers
recognizing the boundaries

of their professional relationship.

See, you want to trust me,

- But there's something holding you back.
- Yes. You're untrustworthy. It's my job not to trust you.

Lisbon, I want you to
know that you can trust me.

No matter what happens,
I will be there for you.

I will. I need you to know that.

- Now can I catch you?
- Come on.

Please?

Fine.

Come on.

See, you can trust me.

Oh, wow. That worked.
Suddenly, I trust you.

Uh-huh.

I allow you to drive
me around this country

in this contraption.
That's serious trust.

Talk to me.

Mm. Do I have to?

No. I can just fall asleep,

and we can drift
into oncoming traffic.

Your call.

Have you seen any
good movies lately?

No. You?

No.

Interesting.

Lisbon, we just got another
message from Joe Q. Public.

"when all go to bed, they'd
best say their good-byes."

"when all go to bed, they'd'
Best say their good-byes."

"for prompt at my bidding,

All things will rise."

"and the king of the rats

will meet his demise."

Signed, Joe Q. Public.

- Is that all?
- Yeah, that's all.

- Okay.
- Okay, bye.

Now he's writing bad poetry.

What does that mean,
"all things will rise"?

Oh.

What? What does it mean?

He's planted a bomb to kill Faulk.

What the hell?

What are you doing here?

- Bear with us, Mr. Faulk, we have reason to believe...
- Yeah, there it is.

Told you so.

- There's what?
- There's no need to gloat.

Mr. Faulk, there is an
explosive device of some kind

- under your bed.
- Oh, my God!

- Wait.
- What do you mean, "wait"?

Just let me get a better look.

No, I don't think there's
a pressure trigger.

- You can get up now.
- You don't think?

Well, I'm sure it doesn't.
The timer's set to go off

in ten minutes, so we
have plenty of time.

If you'll just get
out of the bed slowly.

- We do not want to jar the device in any way.
- Boom!

For god sakes!

Sorry. Couldn't resist.

She's a nasty little girl.

Anyone inside of 20 feet
would have been a red mist.

- See this wire right here?
- Mm.

Yeah, it came loose at
some point, disarmed her.

- Silly mistake.
- Lucky, huh?

Don't touch that. Even
though it's disarmed,

if you touch the red
terminal, We're all barbecue.

Oh. That's good to know.

Looks like expert work.

Absolutely. We've got
high-test army ordnance

combined with a
hobby store trigger.

Whoever built this thing
really knows his onions.

Army ordnance?

Yeah. You've got the
innards of five mark I-9

army issue grenades
packed together.

Soon as he heard about the bomb,

He knew you people would be on him.

So he grabbed his gear,
and he lit out of here.

How did he know about the bomb?

I told him.

- Listen to the police scanner.
- Kind of a hobby.

- You hear some things, My God.
- Where did he go?

- His truck's still here.
- Friend gave him a ride.

- Friend's name?
- Sure, like I'm gonna tell you.

Lee is only making
things worse by running.

Right.

He said he tell you
that he is 100% innocent.

He didn't do it.
But that's no matter

- once the law gets ahold of you.
- Do you know where he's gone to?

- Wouldn't you like to know.
- Oh, I know. I'm just wondering if you do.

- Yeah? Where'd he go?
- Mountains.

Hmm. Well, you're
welcome to look for him.

- You won't find him.
- I bet you're right. Capable man, your husband.

- Yes, he is.
- Is he armed?

If he is, it's for
huntin' and nothing else.

Send him my best wishes
next time you speak to him.

I will.

Damn it. I should
have never let him go.

- He didn't do it.
- Maybe he didn't, but it sure looks like he did.

Rigsby, put out an
A.P.B. on Lee Skelling.

He's armed and dangerous,
headed for the mountain regions.

Didn't do it.

Carnelian is a company

founded on good, American values.

We will be a better
company because of this,

and the sick individual
behind this campaign

against us will not
affect us in any way.

we will not be intimidated.

- Fool. Playing the hero. He'll get himself killed.
- He has to act tough.

Carnelian needs to turn
this to their P.R. advantage,

- or their business will lose a lot of money.
- How's Carnelian's stock price?

Down 15% since Whittaker's
death and still dropping.

Wow. Wonder whether anyone
made money off the drop.

- Shortiti the stock, you mean.
- Yeah. If you'd known beforehand

that Carnelian was gonna
be targeted by Joe Public.

Because you are Joe Public,
then betting against them

- on the market is easy money.
- Well, it can't be Skelling, then.

- He's got no money to bet with.
- Well, it's not Skelling. We know that already.

You know that. We're
keeping an open mind.

On it. I'll run the
market trading logs,

see if anybody made a
killing, so to speak.

- Any word on Skelling?
- A couple of potential sightings in the Mt. Whitney area.

Locals and park services are
all over it. We'll get him.

I doubt it. Skelling's
in his element up there...

His survivalist
fantasy life come true.

He's gone to ground
like a grizzly bear.

Eureka.

I found a trading account
that made a series of moves

in the market against
Carnelian stock.

- The trades exactly mirror our time line.
- Is there a name attached to the account?

There's a subsidiary
track... to a British bank...

A company account in the
name of N.S. Holdings.

N.S... Nadia Sobell.

Aha.

We're looking for Nadia Sobell.

- She's out on the mountain with the others playing war.
- War?

Yeah, you know, with
those paintball guns.

You divide into teams,
you get dressed up,

And you creep around
trying to kill each other.

It's actually a lot of fun, if
only I hadn't twisted my ankle.

So, um, what do you guys
want to talk to Nadia for?

Whoo!

Aah! Aah!

Nadia?

Hey!

Nadia? My God!

What do we have?

The body went to the
lab a couple hours ago.

Local PD's working a grid
search of the crime scene.

- Any word on Skelling?
- Nothing recent, but the last good sighting we had of him

was midmorning at a trailhead
3.5 miles from the ridge

- where Sobell was shot. Time line says he could have made it easy.
- Coincidence. He didn't do it.

We don't... Never mind.

- Whoever did this thinks we're idiots.
- Yes. A mistake.

How so? We certainly
look like idiots

When our number one suspect

- gets shot practically right in front of us.
- Not in front of us.

- Any messages From Joe Public?
- Not a word. - Won't hear from him.

- That disguise has grown boring, I suspect.
- What,you think Joe Public's a ruse?

So what's the motive for killing
Whittaker and Sobell then?

Yes, well, that's the question.

Whittaker's death was random.

Any one of them could
have taken the dud chute.

But Sobell's wasn't.
What does that tell us?

What? We give up.

Well, I'm not entirely sure.

Are Faulk and the
others still inside?

Yeah.

What's in the bag?

Oh. Picnic lunch.

- What's in the bag?
- A bomb.

Ha ha. What's in
the bag? Seriously.

Seriously, a bomb.

What happened?

Sobell and I were competing
against De Shaun and Joyce.

I was tracking Joyce
when I heard the shot.

And then I heard De Shaun
yelling from over the ridge.

Mr. Faulk? Your cars are here,
and the baggage is loaded.

- Thank you, Jake.
- You're leaving?

Yes. It was a mistake to stay.

I was tempting fate
to prove a point,

And now poor Nadia has
paid for it. It's too much.

You can't blame yourself.

Why not?

- Excuse me?
- No, that's all right.

The barb is well-placed.
I've been wrong.

The company's been wrong.

- I need to issue a statement, make an apology.
- No, no. You can't let this psycho win.

No,no,no. Not to Joe Public,
to the general public,

To the people. Carnelian
is going to change its ways

and become a better company,
redeemed by its suffering,

reborn, rebranded,
ethical, honest, clean.

- That's brilliant.
- Yes, it is. It's brilliant.

No, it's just necessary.

However, I want a
campaign on those themes

- ready by next week.
- I'll get someone working on it.

Hey, uh, phone call from Van Pelt.

Forensics got a hit on the bullet

that was taken out of Sobell.

It's a boat tail
.264 caliber bullet

Manufactured by Winchester in
1989 as part of a custom batch

To be given to the
top ten finalists

In the annual American
Cowboy Shootist Competition

- In Reno, Nevada.
- You're kidding.

Let me guess... Jake Cooby.

- Seventh place.
- Jake Cooby?

The ranch manager?

Of course. It all
adds up. It's perfect.

- It is?
- Why would Cooby want to kill somebody?

Well, let's go ask him.

Mr. Faulk? Where does
Mr. Cooby put his feet up?

The staff kitchen.

Ah. Thank you.

Uh, wait. Why is Jake involved?

Uh, the bullet that killed Nadia...

apparently very special,

- almost certainly belongs to Mr. Cooby.
- Jake? Can't be.

- You know him well, don't you?
- Yeah. I've been coming here for six years.

We're good friends.
This is a good man.

Salt of the earth. This can't be.

Forensics doesn't lie.

He never expressed
animosity towards you?

No, never.

Must be a secret grudge.

Staff kitchen, you said, this way?

Maybe you can help us.

- Well,of course. Anything I can do...
- Come with me when I talk to Mr. Cooby.

- All right.
- Okay.

Hold on. I don't think
that's such a good idea.

Well, it's him that
Cooby's angry with.

- Let's use that, vex him, Open him up a little.
- Maybe it'll work, but it's too risky.

You can wait outside
with your gun drawn

in case Cooby gets
a little haywire.

You saying it's me? I shot her?

Yes, and cut Whittaker's parachute

- And planted the bomb that almost killed Mr. Faulk here.
- I surely did not.

Jeez! Why in heck
would I do all that?

- That's what we'd like to know.
- Are you guys for real?

Come on. How long have
you known me, Mr. Faulk?

Why, Jake? What did I ever
do to you to justify this?

Help me understand.

Okay, now see here...

I don't know how, but you
got the wrong idea about me.

Is that right?

Then why was it that
one of your prize bullets

- killed Nadia Sobell?
- It was?

And why did you build
this clever thing, huh?

- What? Is that a bomb?
- Yes, Jake, it's your bomb.

- You made it.
- No, I didn't! What have you been smokin', man?

Really? No, it's not?
This is not your trigger?

Uh...

- For God's sakes!
- Is that...

It's okay. Everyone just
stay calm. It's no problem.

I'm pretty sure you disarm it

by removing this wire
from the red terminal.

No! Idiot.

There. What the hell
are you playin' at?

Aha... As they say.

- What are you talkin' about?
- You knew how to disarm the bomb

because you made it.

You planted it to divert
suspicion from yourself.

Ergo, it was you that
killed Whittaker and Sobell.

I hate to spoil your theory,

but it's obvious how
to disarm the bomb.

No, it wasn't. I bet 90% of
people would think to remove

- this wire here, that'd be the right thing to do.
- No!

The bomb squad took
out the explosive.

That's just play-doh,
and you are a wretched,

scheming, cold-hearted murderer.

- Where do you keep your tea, Mr. Cooby?
- Uh, in the cabinet.

- You're mad.
- Thank you.

Oh, uh, and could you please
ask Agent Lisbon to come in?

Thanks, Mr. Cooby.

You have no legal proof whatsoever.

Eh. Legal proof will
be found, no doubt.

But personally, I don't need it.

I just like to know that I'm right.

Sir, put your hands
behind your back.

You're under arrest.

Let's go.

I knew it was you

as soon as the bomb under
your bed failed to go off.

It was too clever, Randy. Too clever.
- Don't call me Randy.

But why would you
randomly want to kill

one of your own executives?

- Doesn't make sense.
- Then Sobell was shot,

and I saw your whole game. Randy.

That's very childish.

Whittaker's death was
merely a camouflage

to disguise Sobell's death.

She's who you needed dead.

I won't say anything
until my lawyer arrives.

Suffice to say, you have no proof.

The question is, what
did Sobell have on you?

What was she going to do?

Nothing.

That was a rhetorical question.

We know everything we need to now.

This is an affidavit from
Nadia Sobell's lawyer.

Nadia was secretly
negotiating to join K.B.T.,

Your number one rival.

She was also drafting a sexual
harassment suit against you

to coincide with her departure.

That's why she was
shorting Carnelian Stock,

and that's why you
needed to kill her.

Because nobody gets on top
of Randall Faulk, do they?

Nobody.

Where's my lawyer?

But I gotta tell you, the
whole Joe Q. Public ruse...

Genius.

I couldn't see how you could profit

from attacking your own company.
But you, you have vision...

Carnelian reborn and rebranded.

Everybody loves a comeback.

Everybody loves redemption.

You have nothing.

We have enough to rip you
to pieces. And you know it.

So before your lawyer gets
here and ties everybody's hands,

let's make a deal.

I'm listening.

Good. We'll call
Whittaker Manslaughter One.

We'll forget about the bomb.

And we won't go after
the death penalty.

In exchange for what?

Bills...

What is this?

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Reba, look at this!

Can you believe that? Oh, my god!

Oh, sweetheart!