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[YAWNS]

What's the fuss?

CHO: Slept through Lisbon's briefing
in the van, didn't you?

-Like a baby.
CHO: Victim's name is Kristin Marley.

Worked the state capitol for some lady
senator. Went missing three days ago.

Rumor is she was having an affair
with the senator's husband.

My bet: She's a jumper.

-I hope not.
-She's a jumper, job's done.

Senator's husband dumps her, she wants
to make him feel bad, comes here:

[WHISTLES]

-Splat.
-Don't talk that way.

Okay, not "splat," bam.

There's nothing worse than suicide.

Human life is sacred. When someone
takes their own life, it's a tragedy.

Sacramento PD is handing the case
over to us.

Let's go talk to the coroner.

Shall I recap the case, sleepyhead?

Kristin Marley, lady senator's aide.

Rumored romance
with the senator's husband.

Very good.

Well, I trained myself to hear
and take in information while asleep.

-The others told you?
-Yes, they did.

At this point, there's no way to
determine what happened to the victim.

I simply can't help you.

Can you tell how long
she's been dead?

-Couldn't possibly, given the evidence.
-Think it was a homicide or a suicide?

-Couldn't say.
CHO: What's your guess?

I'm not in the habit of guessing.

Please don't touch the decedent.

You detectives always want
the instant answers.

What I do is science.
Science will uncover the truth.

But she will be precise, methodical,
and take her time.

Before she renders her decision.

Wonder if science can remove
the stick from his butt.

-I heard that.
-You're right, we want facts.

-Fortunately, we have them.
-Oh, we do?

In abundance.

You're the consultant that pretends
to read minds, aren't you?

No. I don't pretend to read minds,
I do read minds.

Don't we all?
You can see what she's thinking.

No kidding.

And I can see
what you're thinking right now.

Ha. I was thinking that you, sir,
are a bumptious fool.

And I was wondering exactly what
training in forensic pathology you have.

Ah. But right before that,
you were wondering...

...whether you would choose
Lisbon or Van Pelt as your concubine...

...in that little fantasy kingdom
you like to visit sometimes.

I-- I do not.

Oh, and you're right.
I know nothing of forensic pathology.

But Agent Van Pelt,
she might offer her theory.

-Or I might not.
-Look at her feet.

-I did.
-And what question presents itself?

-Where's her other shoe?
-Exactly.

CHO: It wasn't up on the bridge.
-Could be in her car.

Why would she walk to the
middle of the bridge with one shoe?

-Why would she?
-Bingo.

There's no need to be patronizing.

So she must have been carried.

She didn't kill herself, she was
murdered and dropped over.

Or thrown over still alive.

-Better than suicide.
CORONER: It's...

...a theory.

It's lovely to meet you, doc.
You're a horse's ass, but you mean well.

-I'll be in the van.
-Well, ha....

My apologies, sir. Cho...

...tell the Sacramento PD
that it's a homicide.

Rigsby, Van Pelt, see what the sheriff's
department got in their investigation.

RIGSBY:
All right.

Kristin had been interning here
for about nine months.

She came in at the start
of the last session right out of college.

I liked her. She was sweet, young,
in a good way.

-Who'd she work for?
-Senator Melinda Batson.

She's an up-and-comer
from the central valley.

Please put that down.

Anything to the rumor Kristin was
having an affair with Batson's husband?

Elliot Batson.
He's Melinda's chief of staff.

We've heard the rumors.
Everyone denies it.

-There's no evidence anything happened.
-Media seem to think there is.

Wanna get me started
on what they believe?

When you've worked here long as I have,
you hear a lot of stories of wild behavior.

-Most of them aren't true.
-Except the ones that are. Whoa.

Sorry.

Hello?

Hello? Hello? Hello?

I issued a statement,
I'm not taking questions.

We're not press. We're CBI.

Agent Teresa Lisbon. Patrick Jane.

Right.

Sorry, you called. Melinda Batson.

This is my husband, Elliot.

Hi.

Tough day around here.

-Is this Kristin's desk?
-Yes.

Hm.

Come inside?

Jane.

-Care to join us?
-I'll be right there.

Anything unusual about Kristin's
behavior the day she disappeared?

No, she was, uh, cheerful.
Finished work, left at 6, I think.

-A little after 6.
-After 6 then.

-Did she say where she was going?
-No.

No.

-She was having trouble with her family.
-It was her stepmother, right?

Her natural parents are dead.
And, for some reason...

...her stepmother called
a bunch of times that day.

Did Kristin tell you
what it was about?

-No.
-No.

No. I-- I was surprised.
I thought they were estranged.

What was your relationship to Kristin,
Mr. Batson?

Oh, please. Please.

-We know where you're going.
-Melinda--

No, let's just haul the trash
out in the open.

You wanna know if she
and Elliot were sleeping together.

-Were you?
-Never. It's a rumor. That's all.

Rumors usually happen for a reason.

-Well, heh--
-I'll give you the reason.

Politics. You wanna take a female
politician down a few notches?

Throw mud on her marriage.

Where were you
the night Kristin was killed?

Here. I was on a conference call
with a trade delegation from Taiwan.

-We talked until after 11.
-Yeah, I was with him the whole time.

Uh, ahem.

We'll be married three years this October
and, today's news excepted...

...uh, we've never been happier.

That's hard to believe.

-What does that mean?
-There's nothing going on between you.

Excuse me, what?

I'm sorry, I meant sexually.
No heat. Right?

I think we're done here.

JANE:
Think a politician would have thicker skin.

You accused them of lying about
their sex life. Surprised they're upset?

Oh, come on,
you're buying that happy talk?

Really? Uh-oh.

-Agent Minelli, sir.
-Agent Lisbon.

I asked him down.
Walter Crew, Melinda Batson's dad.

-You're agents, uh, Jane and Lisbon?
-Yeah, we are. Hi.

Sorry to track you down like this.
I asked Virgil if he'd introduce me...

...to the team handling
the poor Marley girl's case.

Walter has been a friend of the CBI
for some time.

He was an extremely influential
legislator for, what, 20 years?

Twenty-six, but who's counting? Ha, ha.

Anyway, I'm old news now.

The only thing I'd lobby for
is a good tee time.

Why the interest
in the Marley girl's case?

Interest. I liked her.
Yeah, met her in Melinda's office.

She was good people.

Came from a tough background,
didn't let that stop her.

I know how difficult it is to get straight
answers from people in that building.

You have any problems,
you just let me know.

I can still knock heads.

Oh, we'll be fine.

Just let me know.

-Virgil.
-Walter.

-Take care.
-Sir.

I hate walks, Lisbon.
I know they're healthy. I don't care.

Put me in a chair, I'm a happy man.

When Walter Crew asks me to stroll
with him down to the capitol, I say:

-"Of course, Walter." You get my drift?
-I do.

Step carefully. I want daily reports.

Oh, and how did
the Batson interview go?

-Oh, that was very exciting.
-What did he do?

Nothing that can't be repaired.

[PHONE RINGING]

CARMEN:
Teresa. Nice of you to drop by.

I know I'm late. I'm sorry.

Late is an interesting word
in this context.

You were supposed to be here
42 minutes ago.

I know. Point is, I'm here now.
We're supposed to talk.

So let's talk.

I have another patient scheduled
in 8 minutes.

I can talk fast.

-This is the third time you've been late.
-What can I say?

A lot of people getting killed.
Can I get a coffee?

Do you know why counseling
is mandatory...

...for CBI agents
who've been involved in a shooting?

Because nobody would come
if it was voluntary?

And that's why it remains mandatory
until I sign and file this form.

-See you next week.
-This is unnecessary. I'm fine.

-I'm not traumatized.
-A man pointed a gun at you.

-A man who intended to kill you.
-Fortunately, Jane shot him first.

Doesn't matter.

You went from thinking
you were going to be killed...

...to watching a man die.

Two of the most wrenching experiences.
You went through them in seconds.

-You don't think that affected you?
-No.

You really wanna keep seeing me,
don't you?

Next week. On time.

Fine.

Wow.

There's a stain on the ceiling that looks
like Elvis, but today it looks more like...

...a basset hound.

-Someone call the media, it's a miracle.
-Or maybe someone's moved my couch.

Cho?

-Did you move my couch?
-No, why would I?

Excuse me, did you move the couch?

I had to, uh, change a light. Problem?

No, no, no. Can you help me
move it back, please?

I got a thing I....
Thanks. Just up there.

I think it's this way.

Just a little. Uh--

Ugh. That's it. Let me just try it.

Perfect. Thank you. Elvis is back.

-Anything on the stepmom?
-Her name's Charlotte McAdoo.

She called Kristin 11 times
in the two days before she disappeared.

-Any idea what that's about?
-Her son had been picked up...

...on carjacking. Posted bail
the day Kristen disappeared.

Claimed he had nothing to do with
the carjacking, he was with Kristin.

He used Kristin as his alibi?
How bad's Harlan?

Car theft, some assault.

-What does Charlotte have to say?
-Won't answer her phone. Won't call back.

We're heading out to talk to her.

Shouldn't we be looking
for Kristin's lover?

Who? Elliot Batson's alibi checked out
and there's no sign...

-...she was seeing someone. We checked.
-Well, not enough.

She was an immature romantic
looking for escape and adventure.

-She was having an affair.
-We searched her place thoroughly.

-She kept the affair well-hidden.
-Well, of course.

It's an adventure because it's a secret.

But I expect she'll tell us who it was.

I'll bite. How?

Check this out.

She was a collector. She kept sand
from every beach she ever went to.

She would have kept a memento
of her lover. Something small.

I bet she kept it in a fancy jewelry box,
the kind with the figurine on the lid.

There was a jewelry box
in her bedroom. A ballerina.

-Ballerina. She's the type.
-But we checked it.

-Nothing in it but cheap jewelry.
-Did you check the secret compartment?

-The--?
-The secret compartment.

Either on the bottom or one of
the sides. They usually have one.

It's worth taking a look.

Fine.

Forget about Bosco.

JANE: He's got something.
-Yeah, he's got Red John and we don't.

No. No, he's got something new
on the case. New evidence.

How can you tell?

-It's clear as can be. I'll be right back.
-Jane.

Red John belongs to Bosco. I don't
like it, but you have to deal with it.

You want a coffee?
I'm gonna bring you a coffee.

I need copies of each of these
sent over to Division.

-What's he doing in there?
-He said you told him to wait in there.

We'll finish later.

-Get away from my desk.
-Where'd you go?

-I've been here almost half an hour.
-Stop hacking my passcodes...

...and stop hustling my people.
It's not doing you any good, you know.

I don't know what you're talking about.
What'd you get on Red John?

-What makes you think I got anything?
-Folder.

You moved it when you saw me.
Protected it.

It's the one thing you'd protect from me.
It's the cover-up that gave you away.

Hm.

-What is it?
-It's none of your business. So go.

You need to understand something.
Red John doesn't make mistakes.

He doesn't leave clues.
If you have new evidence...

...it's because he wants you to.
The question isn't, "What does it mean?"

-It's, "Why did he give it to you?"
-That's deep.

Tell me what it is, I can help you.

Have you ever seen a crack addict
when they're begging for a hit?

You got that same look in your eye
that they get.

Ah.

You've got me all figured out.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hey, Van Pelt. You get it?

There's a secret compartment,
just like you said.

- And what was in it?
-Nothing. It's empty.

Huh.

All right.

-Bad news, huh?
-No. Not at all.

It's like you said.
It's the cover-up that gave you away.

You're an addict, Jane.
You need help.

You're making a mistake.

You can go.

RIGSBY: Got tickets to the Kings game.
You wanna go?

CHO: I'm going out.
-Who with?

The niece of that shopkeeper we met
on the Red John thing.

RIGSBY:
Ah. Finally. Took you long enough.

-Five B?
-Yeah.

We talked on the phone.
We'll see how it goes.

-I expect a full report.
-In your dreams.

Hey, I got you that number.
You owe me.

No.

-Charlotte McAdoo?
-Yeah?

We need to talk to you about
your stepdaughter, Kristin Marley.

You know that Kristin's dead,
right, Charlotte?

-What about it?
-Guess you're pretty broken up.

She wasn't my kid.
I'm not the huggy type. Sue me.

If you didn't like Kristin, why did you
make those calls before she disappeared?

-Don't remember.
-It was a week ago.

I'm old. My memory is bad.

It have something to do with Harlan?

What about Harlan?

He used Kristin as an alibi
when he was arrested.

But Kristin told Sacramento P.D.
she hadn't seen Harlan for months.

Were you asking Kristin to change her story
and lie for her stepbrother?

No. That's crazy.

-Where is Harlan?
-I don't know. I haven't him for days.

Okay. Thanks for your time.

-That--? That's it?
-We'll see ourselves out. Thank you.

Think Charlotte smokes
filtered and unfiltered?

No. She's got a visitor.
Bathroom or closet.

-Bathroom.
-Closet. You wanna bet?

-What do I get?
-I pay for lunch.

-I win, you tell me about your date.
-That's it, I'm done.

-Hey, Harlan.
-Oh, crap.

RIGSBY:
Were you in the bathroom...

-...or the closet?
-Closet.

RIGSBY: Told you.
-We didn't bet.

Yes, we did.

No law against being in a closet.

No, Harlan,
but it is kind of suspicious.

-You got no right to hold me.
-We're just talking.

-What do you wanna talk about?
-Kristin. When did you see her last?

-What happened to her?
-You tell us.

I ain't got nothing to say about her.

Must be mad that she didn't back
your alibi on the carjacking charge, huh?

First of all,
that arrest was completely bogus.

And B, the stuck-up bitch don't get
what the word "family" means, so....

-Why's that?
-Family is supposed to help...

...when you're down.

She gets a job in the capital
with some big-money friends...

...and pow, she's too good
for the people she grew up with.

She don't get what the word "family"
is all about, you know?

Didn't. She's dead.

Wow.

That's too bad.

Did you have any contact with Kristin
after you posted bail, Harlan?

-Nope.
-None?

That's what I said.

Our tech guys have been
going through her cell phone.

There's some deleted texts on it.

Four of them are from you
the day she disappeared.

That's what you call a glitch.
Computer thing.

You were threatening Kristin
to get her to lie for you.

-Didn't say that.
-I could see why you'd do it.

You're facing serious time.

You arresting me?

-You got no right to hold me if you ain't.
-You're not under arrest.

But you are out on bail. That can be
revoked if you're not being cooperative.

Do you want a soda, Harlan?

I want chips.

If he took Kristin's body to the bridge,
he put her in his trunk.

I'll call the district attorney.

If Harlan hears we're looking at his car,
he'll be out before the warrant comes.

We're gonna make him wanna stay.
Van Pelt.

You're taking over
the McAdoo interview.

I'm totally ready for that.
I can get him to confess to this.

Yeah, maybe.

The main thing is, you keep him in there
long enough for us to search his car.

Be friendly. He thinks he's a player.
He'll eat it up.

What do you mean, "Be friendly"?

Need a map?

Good luck.

Hi. Heard Bosco cleaned your clock
this morning.

Well, that's one interpretation.

I get it. It's tough
to have Red John taken away like that.

Bet you'd give a lot to know
what they're saying in Bosco's office.

Yeah.

Yeah, I would.

You gotta let it go.
Forget about the jewelry box.

You missed one. So what?

Actually, I didn't. I'm pursuing
an independent line of investigation.

Gonna crack this case in 24 hours.

Think we might be ahead of you
this time.

Hi, Harlan. I'm Agent Van Pelt.

Special Agent Lisbon asked me
to take over the interview.

-Why?
-She's busy with something else.

So I've looked through your file,
and it's, uh....

It's very....

-What?
-Well....

I don't think you had
anything to do with this crime.

Thank you.
That's what I've been saying.

It's just a big misunderstanding,
I'm sure.

Yeah, you got that right.

But let's fill out the forms
so everyone is happy, okay?

Chips.

So let's make a timeline...

...of everywhere you've been
since Kristin disappeared.

Okay.

You want another?

Mm.

[BELL RINGING]

JANE:
These are all pictures of your daughter?

WALTER: Yes, they are.
JANE: Well, it's surprising...

...there's not more pictures of you...

...given your standing, that is.

What, me talking with a bunch
of famous windbags?

Had those. Took them down.
Waste of space.

-Thank you.
-No, my days are over.

Melinda has got the future.

She could go far, very far,
if she listens to me.

Now, what did you wanna talk about?

[SIGHS]

How long were you sleeping with
Kristin Marley before she was killed?

[CHUCKLES]

-What makes you think I was?
-You're a politician.

Ambitious, narcissistic,
addicted to the love of strangers.

She was beautiful, impressionable.
No doubt flattered by your attentions.

And you're not the sort of man
to deny yourself an object of desire.

-I'm married 38 years, Mr. Jane.
-Ha, ha.

As I said.

Even if what you say is true,
and I'm not saying it is...

...what does that have to do
with poor Kristin's murder?

Blackmail, or something like it.

The business adultery leads to.

But even if I am what you say I am...

...and I'm not saying I am...

...wouldn't I have faced
a situation like this before...

...and handled it
without killing anybody?

It's a good point. I'll think about that.

Please.

Mm.

Anything else?

What? Sorry?

Well, whoever it is,
I'll have the killer by the morning...

...so, uh, you should act accordingly.

Thank you for your time.

CHO:
You think Harlan ever cleans out his car?

Where are you taking
the shopkeep's niece?

-Rather not talk about it.
-Why not?

-It's private.
-Oh, come on.

Let's talk about something else.

I'll call Technical Services.
They can pop that lock.

-It'll take two hours to get here.
-Took you two hours last time.

-We had to pay for the busted window.
-Fluke.

-If I had a date, I'd tell you about it.
-Yeah.

Tell you anything you wanted to know.

Okay. You ever gonna man up
and make a move on Van Pelt?

-Fine. Don't tell me.
-Right.

Hey, check this out.

Wasn't the other one of these
on Kristin Marley's foot?

I'll call Lisbon.

Kristin's shoe was in your trunk.

No. No way. Mm-mm.

You wanna tell us
how it got there, Harlan?

I don't know.
Maybe you put it there, huh?

You have no alibi for the night
of Kristin's disappearance.

I told you I was with my mom.

She was concealing you
when we went to pick you up.

-Not gonna cut it.
-You were mad at Kristin.

-A little, but--
-You threatened her.

No.

Well, okay, I mean, a little, but
come on. I wouldn't hurt her for real.

That's not much of a story.

-I thought you believed me.
-You were wrong.

[LAUGHS]

-You know what? I'm out of here.
-Not quite yet.

-What, you're gonna stop me?
-Yeah.

-Did you make the arrest? Ah.
-I did.

-Victory is yours.
-Yes, it is.

-What?
-Oh, nothing.

-Come on.
-No, no.

I'm still waiting.

Throwing the body off the bridge
was a smart move.

Good chance a coroner
would declare it a suicide.

Do you really think Harlan McAdoo
would come up with that?

Dumb people can come up
with smart ideas...

...and smart people
can come up with dumb ones.

Yeah. True.

I'll have the real killer here
in 12 hours or so.

-What are you talking about?
-You'll see. Bye.

Jane.

You want me to send McAdoo down
to be arraigned?

Not yet. See if he comes up
with something useful...

...once he calms down.

Obviously we've gotta
get it out of committee before--

-Mr. Jane?
-Hi. Don't mind me.

-What are you doing?
-Hard at work. On the case.

I don't understand. We got a call
saying that an arrest had been made.

-Kristin's stepbrother.
-Nope, nope, nope. Wrong guy.

How can that be?

Simple miscarriage of justice.
Happens all the time.

-What does that mean?
-It means I have to find the real killer.

The real killer? How?

Well, Kristin was a collector, ergo,
the identity of Kristin's killer...

-...will be in her things.
-How can you be sure it's there?

-Oh, I'm sure.
-Mr. Jane, this isn't acceptable.

-You accost my father--
-I wouldn't use "accost."

-Now you're ransacking my office.
-Calm down.

I won't calm down.
I thought we put this behind us.

Not much of a campaign slogan.

"Batson: So tough on crime,
she puts the innocent behind bars."

Do what you have to do.
We'll help in any way we can.

Great. Thank you.
There's a couple of boxes right there.

If you could just grab one each
and follow me to my car....

MINELLI:
Lisbon, didn't you arrest McAdoo?

LISBON: Yeah, we did.
-You haven't sent him to be arraigned.

We have 48 hours.
We still have some loose ends.

-What loose ends? Him?
-No.

What are you doing?
No, don't tell me.

I want this off my desk.
Get McAdoo to the D.A. tonight.

How hard is Crew leaning on you?

-He's not.
-Then who's doing it for him?

-No one.
-Is this my case, sir?

-Yes, but--
-Then it's my decision...

...as to when the suspect
is handed over to the district attorney.

If McAdoo isn't in the D.A.'s office
first thing tomorrow...

...this becomes
a different conversation.

-You won't regret this.
-I already do.

LISBON [ON ANSWERING MACHINE]:
Hey, this is Lisbon.

Leave a message. I'll call you back.

I found what I was looking for. I don't
wanna risk taking it out of the office...

...so I'm gonna put it in
the top right-hand drawer of your desk.

When you get this, call me.

[DOOR OPENS]

"Ah ha"?

[SIGHS]

You startled me.

I'll just get out of your way.

Stand still. Turn around.

Huh? Whoa, whoa.

What is this?

Who are you
and who are you working for?

I work for the building. I clean.

-I clean.
-Oh, you're not a cleaner.

Look at this place. It's a mess.

You're the fixer.

You've been listening in
on our conversations.

Huh? What's that?
That's one of the bugs you placed.

I found it in the overhead light.

When I told Van Pelt to go
and check out the jewelry box...

...you overheard and went there first.

And it was you that placed the shoe
in McAdoo's trunk.

I'm on the cleaning crew.

-Oh, really?
-I'm new.

You can call my supervisor.

Marty. Uh, Marty, uh, Torretta. Huh?

-Call him up right now.
-No.

Wake him up.

Uh-- I got no idea
what you're talking about here.

We're talking about accessory
to murder, conspiracy, obstruction.

Who hired you?

Murder?

Whoa. I don't feel too good.
Can I sit--?

-Well, take a seat.
-Thanks.

All right. No, no, no.

Calm. Are you calm?

-Sure.
-All right.

Now, I want you to lift your gun out
with two fingers...

...and slide it across the floor.

Now get your cuffs.

This isn't gonna work.

The door. Hook yourself up.

Toss the keys.

Now you and I are gonna
walk out of here.

Sure.

Just a little stroll.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON RADIO]

Find out where he goes.

-Uh, no, I think it's--
-Go!

Now. Go!

[GROANS]

Ma'am?

Keys, please. There, yeah.

So, Agent Lisbon, here we are.

What's this about?

This is Art Cavalerie.

He's the private investigator
one of you hired to wiretap...

-...and obstruct our investigation.
-Really?

He's agreed to talk
in exchange for leniency.

I called you down here
to offer you the same deal.

Well, that's very nice of you.
I'll discuss it with my attorney.

-Melinda?
-I have nothing to say.

Even if you had nothing to do
with Kristin Marley's murder...

...with what Cavalerie's saying
about the conspiracy and cover-up...

...you'll all do time in prison.

-I don't need to here any more--
-Wait, wait. I do.

-What leniency are we talking about?
-Elliot--

Depends, Mr. Batson.
What do you know?

I need an assurance that any charges
related to the murder will be dropped.

As long as you didn't have
anything to do with the murder.

If you'll excuse us, I want some private
time with my family now.

Mr. Crew, stay there.

Go on.

JANE:
Oh, come on, spit it out, man.

The marriage is a sham.
She's gay, you're the beard.

It was kind of obvious from the start.

-I had an arrangement with Melinda.
-Elliot, don't.

I agreed to marry Melinda in exchange
for certain financial considerations.

Batson, we had a deal.

Did that deal include time in prison?
I don't think so.

So it was your own people that started
the rumor about you and Kristin...

-...to hide her affair with Melinda.
-Yes.

I'm sorry, Melinda.

Kristin broke it off shortly
before she disappeared.

Melinda was upset.

And were you with Melinda
the night Kristin disappeared?

No. I didn't see her
until late that night.

And she was...

...a mess, but she wouldn't tell me
what had happened.

Kristin had something hidden
in her apartment.

-A memento, I guess.
-Lover's memento.

Cavalerie had found it,
but we took it out of his car.

It could be a W,
but I think it's an M.

You and your father were both
having an affair with Kristin.

No.

No.

-I--
-Melinda.

I had a relationship with Kristin.

He seduced her.

Took her.

The way he's taken women
his whole life.

-I was trying to make a point.
-You were what?

-I was trying to show you.
-What?

That she was just another girl.
She was just another trashy little girl.

You thought you were in love,
but she was just having a fling.

He believed that you were giving away
a very bright political career...

...because of some strumpet.

What happened that night?

Melinda, every day you don't talk
is another day you're on the noose.

I knew Kristin was seeing someone.

But I didn't know who it was.

So I followed her.

And that's when I saw my father.

After he left,
I went into her apartment.

She had these stone bookends.

I grabbed one.

Next thing I knew,
Kristin was on the floor.

It just happened.

And then I did what I always do
when I'm in trouble.

I called Daddy.

He said he knew someone
who could fix it.

The fixer.

You can let Cavalerie go now.

Watch.

Oh, my God.

He's dead.

Yeah.

You abused a corpse
to get a confession.

Used. Used a corpse.
There's no "ab."

I'm appalled. I'm--

I don't know what to say.

Sir, it's not like we killed him.
His neck was broken in the crash.

-We got a confession.
-Suppose you didn't.

Suppose you'd been wrong.

Have you any idea of the vastness
of the crap-storm that would follow?

It would blot out the sun.

Sir, Crew and Batson manipulated us
into arresting the wrong person.

They bugged our offices
and subverted our case.

I don't think we did anything wrong.
I think we should be commended.

[CHUCKLES]

Congratulations. You finally got her
to drink the Kool-Aid.

Check yourself, agent.

All of you.

-Well, I thought that went pretty well.
-Great, yeah.

Highlight for me
was definitely your speech.

Passionate, articulate, strong.

Whatever.

Hey, good work with McAdoo.

-You know, keeping him here.
-Yeah.

You know,
if boss had given me a chance...

...I think I could've gotten him
to confess.

Sure. If he wasn't,
you know, innocent.

If it wasn't for that fact,
you'd have taken him to town.

Thanks.

You got any plans for tonight?

Home, TV.

Well, have fun.

You too.

You're gonna die alone.

WOMAN: Sir.
-Good morning.

-Yeah. Sir, you can't go in there.
-Oh, it's okay. I come in peace.

-Great color on you.
-But you--

-Go away.
-Just give me a minute, please.

I want you and I want your team
to know...

...that I got it. I got the message.

I got it.

The Red John case belongs to you.

-You're gonna leave us alone?
-Yeah, that's right.

I don't believe that.

I brought you donuts.

The international law enforcement
symbol of friendship.

I am trusting you to catch Red John.

I am counting on it.

We will catch him. Thanks.

Good hunting.

Hicks, take that away.

Take it far away.
Take it out of the building.

-God knows what he put in there.
-You got it.

All right, let's go over
the most recent forensics.

There are two short linear incised
wounds that are extremely superficial.

They involve the anterior surface
of the right wrist...

...which measures 0.8 inches.

BOSCO: That means we're gonna need
fresh ballistics on the Red John cases.

AGENT: Okay, you got it.
BOSCO: Don't tell the locals what it's for.

AGENT:
Yeah, no worries.

BOSCO:
Say you're following up on something.

I want to keep this
on the down-low for now.

What did you get
from handwriting analysis?

AGENT: We've had two guys look at it.
One local, one from D.C.

- They agree on pretty much nothing.
BOSCO: Ha. Figures.

What did the D.C. guy say?