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[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]

Darrin Farr, chief of police.
Welcome. You Agent Lisbon?

-Yeah. This is Patrick Jane.
-Hey.

Thanks for coming.
I never called in CBI before.

Interested to see your work.

Okay. Uh, victim's name is Lucy Greene.

She was killed last night around 11.

-Throat was slit.
-Charming.

FARR:
She had an Army ID on her.

Says she's active duty. Corporal.
Probably stationed at Fort Runyon.

That's two miles from here, right?

Yeah. Soldiers from the base
come into town all the time.

Uh, if the coroner's not here,
how did you know the time of death?

The 911 call came in at 11. A fella said
that a woman had just been killed...

...across the street from the church.

-The caller give his name?
-No.

Operator asked him to wait
while she dispatched the car.

When she got back on the line,
he was gone.

[HUMVEE APPROACHING]

What's that?

-The Army.
-Figured that.

-Chief Farr?
-Yeah?

Lieutenant Averill Lewis,
Bravo Company, 2nd Platoon.

Thanks for notifying us.

Damn. All right,
we'll take the case from here.

These men are from
our Criminal Investigation Division.

If your officers
will let them have the scene.

Uh, lieutenant, I'm Agent Lisbon with the CBI.
We're handling this.

Ma'am, Corporal Greene was a medic
in my platoon. This is our responsibility.

I understand why you would feel that way,
but this is our case.

Chief Farr,
regs make this your call, right?

Well, I kind of expected your agency
to send more than two people.

Our staff is on its way.

Our team is here. They've closed homicides
on four continents.

That's a good slogan.
Four continents. What, these guys?

-They look like they never left Salt Lake City.
-Who are you?

Me? I'm with her.

Lisbon, you used to play clarinet, right?
What is that tune?

-Hmm?
-Yeah.

Oh.

-It's "Kansas City."
-"Kansas City." How does that go?

You know:

[HUMMING "KANSAS CITY"]

[SINGING] Gone to Kansas City
Kansas City, here I come

They got some crazy little women there
And I'm gonna--

She's very good. That's very good.

"Kansas City." It's a classic blues tune.
She's a fan of the blues.

-Is there a blues club around here?
-Cat's Blues Bar, a couple blocks away.

-Well, that's where she was.
-Or not.

Take a look at her left hand.

LEWIS:
I'm looking.

If you looked a little closer
than you're looking...

...you would see a slight discoloration.

It's not easy to see,
but if you put that hand under a UV light...

...you'd clearly see a small, but stylized,
picture of a pink cat stamped on that hand...

...like the ones they use at the door
of bars and clubs.

Hence Cat's Blues Bar. Thank you.

Lieutenant, I think we can handle this.

Looks that way to me.

If that's your decision.

-Let's go.
JANE: Okay.

[SINGING]
They got some crazy little women who--

-Stop that now.
-[IN NORMAL VOICE] Army of two.

What do we know about Lucy Greene?

She was born and raised in New Jersey.
Her parents still live there.

I talked to them. They were pretty shook up.
She seemed happy last time they spoke.

She joined the Army after 9/11.

Came back from Afghanistan
about two months ago...

-...and received a commendation.
-What for?

She stabilized two wounded soldiers
and hid them until they could be evac'd.

-She was a good soldier.
-Sounds like it.

What about the mystery 911 caller?

The call came from a pay phone
near where the body was found.

-Supposed to get a recording today.
-E-mail it to me.

-Okay.
-Did the victim have any close friends?

Her emergency contact is another medic
in the platoon.

-Rose Sutfin.
-Jane and I will go talk to her.

Go to town,
check out the bar she was drinking at.

Who's our liaison at Fort Runyon?

-Lieutenant Lewis.
-Great.

LEWIS:
Corporal Greene worked at the hospital.

Most of the medics work there
in some capacity.

I want you to know.
No hard feelings about the case...

...but I'd appreciate being informed
of developments.

We'll do our best.
How well did you know Lucy?

Not well.

I only assumed command
of the platoon a few months ago.

Corporal Sutfin is doing inventory
in here.

Thank you.

-This your first significant command?
-Yes. It shows, does it?

Yeah, just a little.

Corporal Sutfin.

-Sir.
-Ma'am.

At ease, corporal.

These are the investigators
I spoke with you about.

-You'll assist them with anything they ask.
-Yes, sir.

-Uh, which is Lucy's locker?
-Number 116.

There.
I had Maintenance open it for you.

JANE:
Ah, thank you.

LISBON: How long had you known Lucy?
-A couple years.

Since my first tour in Afghanistan.

What was she like?

Smart. Real disciplined.

Lucy didn't have to learn from mistakes.
She didn't make them.

Well, discipline always comes
at a price.

What did she have trouble with?

People, I guess.
Guys in the unit, mostly.

She'd be the first to tell you
she was OCD about the rules.

Real detail-oriented.

She'd point out if you messed up,
and that doesn't go down well.

-Especially with guys.
-You defended her?

I tried to.

She looked out for me.

Anything unusual happen recently?

Um....

Someone was sending her flowers.
Someone at the clinic.

She wouldn't say who it was.
I think she was weirded out.

-What clinic?
-The TBI and Psychological Health Clinic.

When she wasn't here, she worked there.

You should talk to Dr. Bowman.
He was her supervisor.

[PHONE RINGS]

-Excuse me.
JANE: Hmm.

Is that it?

Oh, pretty much. Yeah.

Unless you wanna talk
about that other thing.

What's that?

The thing that you didn't want me
to ask you about.

I don't know what that is.

Well, neither do I.

Nice to meet you, Rose.

Rigsby just sent over a copy of the 911 call.
Listen to this.

MAN [ON RECORDING]:
Medic. I need a medic ASAP. Lucy's hurt.

OPERATOR: Calm down, sir. Where are you?
MAN: Uh, I'm- -

I'm on Wyoga Lake Avenue, uh, 20 meters north
of the church, St. Sebastian's.

Somebody cut her throat.
There's blood all over.

OPERATOR: Hold a moment
while I dispatch a car. Will you do that?

MAN: Yeah. I'll wait.
OPERATOR: Thank you, sir.

Hello, sir?
Now, can you tell me your name?

Hello, sir, are you there?

He knows her well enough to call her Lucy,
and he's very worried about her.

But then it seems like he just walks away.
It's weird, isn't it?

JANE:
Hmm.

"ASAP." "20 meters." He's a soldier.

DENISE: We don't open till 6:30.
CHO: CBI.

Well, then we're open.

-Was this woman here last night?
-Yeah. Louise. No, Lucy.

-What did she do?
-She was murdered.

-Get out. Seriously? Murdered?
-Yes.

Yeah, she's here two, three times a week.
She loves the music.

-Did she come with anyone?
-No. Comes by herself.

She did get in an argument
with these soldiers.

They were hassling her.
Couldn't tell you what it was about.

These other soldiers,
you know their names?

Nope. They were in the Night Wolves Unit.
Had the patch on their clothes.

That's her unit.
Her own people were hassling her.

It wouldn't surprise me.
The Night Wolves guys are trouble.

-Take after their sergeant.
-You know his name?

Yeah. Hawkins. Sergeant Hawkins.

Sergeant Hawkins?

Yes, sir, I am.

Kimball Cho, CBI. A word in private?

-Is this about Greene?
-Yes. What can you tell me about her?

Outstanding soldier.
Vital part of the platoon. It's a tragedy.

-How'd she get along with the squad?
-No problems.

-She have any enemies?
-Enemies? No.

I mean, people fight in my unit.
We work it out, put it behind us.

I don't let bad feelings fester.
It takes a unit apart.

Do you know why Lucy was arguing
with squadmates last night?

That's the first I've heard.

A witness says your men were arguing
with Greene at a bar last night.

Maybe they are mistaken.

I don't think so.
I'm gonna have to talk to your men.

[CHUCKLES]

You be my guest, Agent Cho.
You be my guest.

-Dr. Bowman?
-Yes?

Teresa Lisbon, Patrick Jane.

-We're looking into the death of Lucy Greene.
-Oh.

Of course.

Have a seat, please.

It's terrible.

On top of everything else, Lucy's death's
been a real blow to the program.

-She was a tremendous asset.
-What's the program?

We treat returning soldiers for TBI,
traumatic brain injury...

...and other mental-health issues
that result from combat.

-Must be busy.
-Unfortunately, yes.

There are a lot of people returning home
with serious problems.

And even minor TBI can produce
sleep deprivation, emotional issues...

...memory impairment.

-What did Lucy do?
-She was a battle buddy.

A medic, uh, paired with one patient
for the course of treatment.

She was great at it.

Very detail-oriented, but also a huge heart.

So you must have fought with her.
Did you?

-Why do you say that?
-You're a man who's used to being obeyed.

And she wasn't afraid to speak her mind.
Must have been fireworks.

No. We disagreed sometimes.
That happens.

I imagine you've been under a great deal
of stress since the divorce.

How do you know I'm divorced?

Well, there's a number of signs.

I mean,
the obvious is, uh, the overuse of cologne.

You could probably afford
to be less liberal with that.

Making my eyes water.

Well, thanks for the tip.

It's been a little over a year.
I'm doing quite fine, thanks for asking.

-Great.
-Good.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Code red in Building 21A.

Code red in Building 21A.

- Emergency personnel, please respond.
-What's a code red?

A fire. It's in another building.

The medics on duty in the hospital
act as the base's EMTs...

...so they make an announcement in here.

Is there anything else?
Because I have patients to see.

Doc. A little help?

Speech and memory class.
Down the hall. Left and left again.

-Want someone to go with you?
-I got it. Thanks.

Memory impairment?

Short-term memory's a real problem.
Things they've seen or heard just drop out.

-If you'll excuse me.
JANE: Sure.

-Well, come on.
-Why? Where?

Our 911 caller may not have run away...

...from the phone.
He may have forgotten about it. Let's go.

We're gonna do an association exercise
using the cards you found on your chairs.

It's all about making connection...

...reeducating the brain
to put things together.

If I were to show you a picture
like this one...

...I want you to show me the picture
from your cards that matches--

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

-Yes?
-Uh, sorry for the interruption.

I'm Patrick Jane. This is Teresa Lisbon.
We're with CBI.

We're investigating the murder
of Lucy Greene.

And how can we help you?

We have a recording made
the night of the murder.

Does anyone recognize this voice?

MAN [ON RECORDING]:
I'm on Wyoga Lake Avenue...

...20 meters north of the church,
St. Sebastian's.

Somebody cut her throat.
There's blood all over.

OPERATOR: Hold a moment
while I dispatch a car.

- Will you do that?
MAN: Yeah.

That's my voice. That's me.

-What's your name?
-Pete Coen.

I don't remember any of that.

Pete, we need to talk to you.
Could you come with me, please?

-Uh, yeah, I guess.
-Yeah, that's fine, Pete.

PETE:
Okay.

Uh....

Thank you.

All of you.

Very much.

PETE [ON RECORDING]: I'll wait.
OPERATOR: Thank you, sir.

Hello, sir?
Now, can you tell me your name?

Hello? Sir?

Are you there?

You forgot why you were there,
and you just walked away.

That sounds like something I'd do.

We found a date-stamped receipt
from a taco truck in your wallet.

It parks down the street
from the crime scene.

It's dated from the night of the killing.

What were you doing in town?

Uh, walking.
When I can't sleep, I go on walks.

The church is two miles from the base.

I've got nothing else to do, ma'am.
I like that church. I like the bells.

Can you remember anything
that happened that night?

No.

I'm sorry.

What can you remember generally?

Uh, before the explosion's pretty good.
After that....

And when was the explosion?

Eleven months ago, in Affa.
My squad was patrolling Khost.

I got out of a Humvee
to eyeball an intersection.

I waved them through,
and they went right over an IED.

I woke up three days later
in a hospital in Germany.

The other guys...

...they....

Now...

...my memory's gone.

I can't sleep. I get angry and sad.
I have no idea why.

[PDA BEEPING]

-Is that to remind you?
-Yeah.

Take meds.
Which, of course, I didn't remember.

Government gave it to me.
I'm supposed to....

I'm supposed to carry it with me
everywhere that I go.

Uh, I have to write down everything
I'm supposed to do.

I write down everything I remember,
even in the middle of the night.

Like that helps. It's useless.

You have a reminder in here
to buy Lucy some flowers.

How'd you know I did that?

Your voice on the 911 call sounded like
you were a little more than just friends.

Oh.

I spent a lot of time with Lucy
in the hospital.

She was always really nice.

You start to think maybe there could be
something more, you know.

And....

She was nice about the whole thing,
but I think more embarrassed than anything.

-Did Lucy make you angry?
-Mister--

Sorry.

Did she? Make you angry?

-Did who make me angry?
-Lucy.

Lucy Greene?

Why are we talking about Lucy Greene?
Is she okay?

Lucy's dead. She was murdered.

What?

You think there's a chance
he'll remember anything from that night?

Maybe. I don't know.
What time did the 911 call come in?

-Little bit after 11.
-Taco.

Hmm....

-I need to go back to the crime scene.
-Why?

Well, I want a taco.

Excuse me.
Where does the taco truck park?

Down that way.
Won't be here for a few hours, though.

Well, I guess I'll have to wait.

Gardenias.

Mm, my favorite.

[YAWNS]

[YAWNING]

Could Pete have killed her
and forgot he did it?

It's not impossible. Go to the hospital.

See if anybody saw him come back, what
condition he was in, if he said anything.

-And search his room. He agreed to it.
-Sure.

Rigsby, he may forget who you are
or why you're there.

Just explain what's going on gently.

-I got it.
-Where are we with Lucy's unit?

Everyone agrees with Hawkins.
Lucy was great.

-Nobody had a problem with her.
-Maybe the waitress misunderstood.

-Or are they lying?
-No, they're lying.

The hospital sent over a list of patients
Lucy worked with.

The most recent one was a guy
named Jacob Lettner.

-See what he has to say.
-Sure.

What did Lucy do for you?

She helped me keep track of medications
and appointments.

Kept copies of my paperwork.

When things got difficult,
she'd talk me down off the ledge, like that.

Sounds like you were close.

Yeah, we, uh, weren't dating or anything,
but I liked her.

-When's the last time you saw her?
-I was almost done with the program.

I was only seeing her once a week.
Six days ago, I guess.

-How'd she seem?
-Fine.

She mention any problems
with the people in her unit?

She asked me not to tell anyone about this,
like, begged me.

If Lucy had a problem with somebody,
we need to know.

Couple of weeks ago, she was really upset,
crying, which she never did.

She told me she'd filed a sexual-harassment
report anonymously...

...against someone in the platoon.

The guys found out
and were giving her crap about it.

-What kind of crap?
-Just, you know, stupid stuff. Mean.

-Who did she file the claim against?
-She wouldn't say.

-Who in the unit was giving her trouble?
-I don't know names. A lot of them.

Sergeant Hawkins.

-You lied.
-Not true.

You said Lucy had no problems
with the squad.

You knew she was punished
because she filed a complaint.

I knew no such thing.
I had no idea who filed that complaint.

I was told
by the inspector general's office...

...an anonymous complaint had been filed
against a soldier in the platoon.

-I investigated that thoroughly.
-How'd you do that?

I questioned every man and woman
in the unit.

Not one said they had seen
or experienced any misconduct.

No witnesses, no intended victim,
no investigation.

So I closed it.

You knew men were harassing Lucy
for making the accusation.

If they were, I never heard a word,
and she never said a thing.

She didn't have to. It's your unit.
It's your job to know what's going on.

But you thought Lucy had become
a troublemaker, didn't you?

You were hoping the backlash
would convince her to transfer.

Is there a question there?

-Who was the complaint against?
-I won't tell you.

You don't get to choose which questions
you answer.

No? Well, you do whatever you like.

I'm not dragging a good officer's name
through the mud so you can go fishing.

Any chance holding Hawkins
will change his mind?

-No.
-Kick him loose, then.

-Something seems off here.
-What?

Everybody says that Lucy was a stickler
for the rules, had no problem speaking up...

...but she gets harassed
and she makes an anonymous complaint?

And when the unit gives her a hard time
about it, she doesn't say anything?

-That doesn't sound like her.
-She told Lettner. Why would she lie?

Maybe she wanted people
to think she filed it...

...because she was protecting
someone else.

With your permission, ma'am,
what's this about?

Rose, some people in the unit...

...think that Lucy filed an anonymous
sexual-harassment complaint.

I think she was taking the heat
for somebody else. Am I right?

Does this have something to do
with why Lucy was killed?

It might. I don't know yet.

Was she covering for you, Rose?

Yes.

There's a hot line.
I called about four weeks ago.

Please don't tell my unit. Please.

You had to have known an anonymous
accusation was not gonna do much.

I guess I hoped that
when the investigation started...

...other people would come forward,
so it wouldn't be just me.

But that didn't happen.

And when Hawkins
started the investigation...

...people assumed it was Lucy?

Because she was so hard-core
about the rules.

She said it was okay,
that she could take it.

But...

...I saw how much it hurt her.

I just wanted the whole thing
to go away...

...so when Hawkins questioned me,
I said I didn't know anything about it.

Rose.

Who did you name in the complaint?
Who harassed you?

I can't talk about it. It's against regs.

Hawkins told Cho he didn't wanna drag
an officer's name through the mud.

An officer, not a soldier.

It was Lewis, wasn't it?
Lewis harassed you.

-I didn't say that. I'm not saying that.
-Rose--

Ma'am, I'd like to leave now. May I?

-I can't stop you.
-Thanks.

[PHONE RINGING]

[SIGHS]

What's up, Rigsby?

Searched Pete's room, didn't find anything.
His clothes had been taken for washing.

-I tracked them down in the laundry.
-And?

Found a jacket. There's bloodstains on it.

Pete is my patient and very fragile.

-You really need to talk with him tonight?
-I do.

Please keep the questions short and simple.
The last thing Pete needs is more stress.

Pete, put on your shoes.
We're gonna go out.

Oh, sure. I'd like that.

[PHONE RINGING]

-What is it, Jane?
-Lisbon.

Could you bring Pete Coen
to St. Sebastian Church in...

[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]

...uh, a little under an hour?

We found blood on his clothes.
I have to take him to the office for a talk.

-It won't do you any good.
-You have a better idea?

I'll see you in a little under an hour.
Be prompt.

-Jane, what's up?
-We're gonna try to restore Pete's memory.

Well, a piece of it, at least.

-How could you do that?
-Well, I'll explain. But first--

Oh, gracias, señor.

-Taco?
-Sure, thanks.

-Lisbon, you hungry?
-No, thank you.

Okay.

A memory can be brought back
by a word or an image.

But the best tools
for digging one out are the senses.

-Smell, hearing, taste.
-I'm eating a taco...

-...because I ate one the night Lucy died?
-That's right, taste is first.

Second, coming from the taco truck...

...you would have walked right by
these beautifully fragrant gardenias.

Okay. I smell it,
but it's not doing anything.

Then, right before the murder,
you heard a very distinctive sound.

And you will hear it....

-What sound?
-Wait for it.

[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]

-This is--
-Shh.

Pete?

I remember.

JANE:
Don't force the memory, just let it come.

I was here.

PETE:
Just walking. I heard a sound.

[RATTLING]

[LUCY GASPING]

Hey!

I couldn't see anything.

By the time my eyes adjusted,
the guy was gone, and Lucy....

It's difficult, I know.

It's very important to continue.

PETE:
I tried to talk to her.

Stay here, stay here. Stay with me.

PETE:
But her throat....

Stay with me.

PETE:
She just kept squeezing my hand.

Do you remember anything
about her killer?

-His race, height, clothing, anything?
-I can't talk right now.

-Pete, I need your attention.
-I need to write this down.

So I don't forget.

It doesn't eliminate him as a suspect.
He could be lying.

Fine, he's not a suspect.
What else do we have?

Rigsby got Lucy's phone records.
He's going through them.

-We should go after Lewis.
-We don't have anything on him.

Well, he harassed Rose.
Maybe Lucy threatened him.

Told him she'd have
the investigation reopened.

Maybe.

I agree with Cho.
The man is begging for some thumbscrews.

You're seriously asking me where I was
when Corporal Greene was killed?

-Answer the question.
-Why?

You were accused of sexual harassment.

Lucy knew the victim.
That made her dangerous to you.

-No, it didn't.
-Are you refusing to answer the question?

The Army, in its infinite wisdom...

...permits the anonymous reporting
of sexual harassment.

Which means any nut or idiot with
an attitude can make trouble free of charge.

Some malcontent made a wild accusation.
It was investigated. Nothing was found.

There was no victim. I didn't do anything.

You still haven't told me where you were
when Lucy was killed.

We checked with the front gate.
They said you left in a hurry.

I was late getting to a surprise party
for the base commander's wife.

I was there until after midnight.
About 30 people saw me there.

You have any other questions?

Base Commander's XO confirms
Lewis was at his house until midnight.

-Couldn't have done it.
-We're a little light on suspects.

I may have something.

Phone records say Lettner made calls
to Lucy the day she was murdered.

Lettner told me he hadn't spoken
to Lucy in a week.

-We'd better bring him in.
-I'll go.

-Someone I need to see.
-Okay.

Hey.

More questions, huh?

-Well, you got stamina, I'll give you that.
-No questions.

Your men were wrong about Lucy.
She didn't file the harassment charge.

-She was protecting the person who did.
-Well, that's too bad.

-But it doesn't change anything.
-It should. Reopen the investigation.

If you don't,
you're letting Lewis off the hook.

Reopen the investigation?

Yeah, yeah, I'll do that.

-Why not?
-There's no evidence. He's a lieutenant.

You know how fast
he could have a foot up my ass?

-All right, I'm done here.
-Talk to Rose.

-Sutfin?
-Just talk to her.

I already did.
She said she didn't know boo about Lewis.

She was scared.
Tell her you'll protect her.

-It's not my job to hold anybody's hand.
-You don't have to.

Just don't abandon her
like you abandoned Lucy.

-I didn't abandon anybody.
-You keep telling yourself that.

Next time you ask someone
in this unit to watch your back...

...he might remember
how you watched hers.

Jacob, tell us again
about the last time you saw Lucy.

Like I said, it was more than a week ago.

We know you spoke to her on the phone
several times the day before she died.

You're right. You're right.
I'm sorry. I forgot.

No, you didn't.

If you wanna avoid getting into trouble,
stop lying and tell us the truth now.

It was nothing. It was nothing.
It was about my meds.

What about them?

I'm about to finish the program,
move out on my own.

But Lucy had to certify
that I was capable.

That I could take care of myself.

-Keeping on top of your meds.
-Yeah.

But that morning,
Lucy told me I'd messed up one of them...

...taken too little, and I hadn't.

So I told her she'd made a mistake,
which in Lucy's mind is....

It's like impossible. Little Miss Detail.

We went a few rounds on the phone.

She finally agreed to double-check
the prescription records.

Why didn't you tell us about this earlier?

Because if they think I messed up my meds,
they won't let me live on my own.

It's wrong.

Look, I'm-- I'm ready.

I am.

Rigsby just talked to Jacob's boss
at the PX.

He was doing inventory
the night of the murder.

-This case is nothing but dead ends.
-Not necessarily. Do you have a padlock?

-A padlock?
-A lock with a key?

I know what a padlock is.
No, I don't have a padlock.

Thank you. I'll ask the janitor.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

-Hey.
-Mr. Jane.

-Is something wrong?
-Oh, no.

I just had something to do downstairs.
I thought I'd stop by.

-Nice drawings.
-Oh, thanks.

JANE:
Wow.

I know you have trouble sleeping. I, uh....

-I know a technique that may be helpful.
-What kind of technique?

It's just a mild hypnosis.

-It helps you relax.
-What do I have to do?

Lie down and listen.

Uh....

Sure.

I could really use some sleep.

-Well, just lie down.
-Okay.

Close your eyes.

Breathe.

Fill your mind with all those thoughts
that keep you awake.

Let them crowd around behind your eyes.

Good. Now I want you
to paint them black.

Each one of them.

Dark and heavy.

All the same color.

Each one is getting softer...

...and heavier.

And quiet...

...and peaceful.

And quiet.

And peaceful.

JANE: Reach everyone?
-Yup.

Good.

Rigsby, we're a go in five minutes.

T-minus five minutes.

What's this about?

We learned of some evidence
we need your help with.

-Our help?
-What evidence?

Why don't we have Pete tell us?
He's the one who found it.

-Hey, what's up, Pete?
-I remembered something last night.

I found it on my PDA.
I must have woken up and written it down.

What did you remember?

"When Lucy took my hand,
she gave me a key."

-A key?
PETE: I guess that's why...

...she was grabbing my hand.
So I searched my room and I found this.

-Can I see that?
-Yes, ma'am.

Does this mean anything to anybody?

-No.
-Not me.

It looks like a medic's locker key.
But 107's not Lucy's locker.

JACOB:
Why would she have another locker?

Hide something.

Maybe Lucy found
something incriminating...

...decided to store it in the locker
and was killed for it.

-That's why she gave the key to Pete.
-Lewis, can we search the locker?

-Sure. With a warrant.
-Oh, come on.

LEWIS: It's my duty to go by the book.
You need a warrant.

It'll take me 20 minutes to get one.

Oh, Lewis.

Such a stickler.

[FIRE ALARM BLARING]

It's just gonna be a little while longer.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Code red in Building 17D.
Code red in Building 17D.

All emergency personnel,
respond immediately.

That's me. Uh, sorry.

Okay, well, thank you all for your help.
We'll let you know what we find.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Code red in Building 17D.
Code red in Building 17D.

All emergency personnel,
respond immediately.

Hey, doc. What are you doing?

Uh.... I, uh....

Um, ahem....

You're a silver-tongued devil.

We found a significant number
of cash deposits in your account.

You were writing fake prescriptions and
selling the drugs under the table for cash.

That's what Lucy found when she looked
into Jacob's prescription records.

-Are you divorced, agent?
-No.

You have no idea how expensive it is.

I'm paying legal fees,
alimony, child support.

And all so the lying bitch can be supported
in the manner to which she's accustomed.

What about the manner
to which I'm accustomed?

What about my lifestyle?

-And dating isn't cheap.
-Really?

Lucy came to me.

Diligent fool.

Said she'd found some serious problems
with the prescriptions.

No idea I was behind it.

But she was all gung ho
to launch a big investigation.

That's how she was.

BOWMAN: She said she was going
to the blues club that night...

...so I waited down the street.

Lucy.

LUCY: Doctor?
-Yeah.

-What are you doing here?
-Uh, there's a man hurt back here.

-Come help me.
-Okay, sure.

It only took a second.

It takes about a minute to bleed to death.
So I waited.

[GASPS]

PETE:
Hey!

Lucy!

This is not my fault.

If my ex-wife had just agreed
to a reasonable settlement...

...none of this would have happened.

Oh, well. Look on the bright side.

In prison you won't have to pay for dates.

What are you doing here?

-Just watching.
-Excuse me?

HAWKINS:
Lieutenant Lewis.

-I need to speak with you.
-Later, Sergeant Hawkins. I'm busy.

No, sir. We need to do this ASAP.

It's regarding a code violation.

Are you serious?

HAWKINS:
Sir, we have to go now.

CHO:
Hawkins.

I got your message, Mr. Jane-- Oh.

-I'm sorry.
-Nope, that's good.

Uh, good.

Pete. Thank you for coming by.

Uh, I just-- I wanted to apologize
for tricking you without asking.

Gag wouldn't have worked without it.
Sorry.

You got the guy who killed Lucy.
That's good enough for me.

I'm actually here about that other thing.

Do you really think you could help
restore my memory?

Well, I do have a tool
that could be very useful.

-Have a seat.
-All right.

It's called a memory palace.

It's basically a place
to connect memories to.

You said I need the image
of a place I knew really well.

-Yes, that's right.
-I think I got one.

These are my buddies, from Khost.

This picture was taken in our tent
about two weeks before.

I spent....

I spent 14 months in that tent
with those guys.

I know every inch of it.

Good.

Who was the first person you saw
when you woke up in the morning?

Um....

Ford. Danny Ford.

Lazy bastard's always sleeping in.
He could sleep right through a firefight.

Okay. Here's how it works.

Let's say you need to remember
a dentist appointment Monday at 10 a.m.

I want you to imagine seeing Danny...

...holding something ridiculous
that makes you think of a dentist.

-Like what, a giant tooth?
-Exactly.

Now, who was in the bunk
right next to Danny?

Because they're gonna help you
recall the day.