MORNING, CAPTAIN. AGENT LISBON.
JANE, CONSULTANT. WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?
THANKS FOR STEPPING IN. HOMICIDE UNIT OWES YOU ONE.
JANE.
YOU'RE THAT PSYCHIC FELLA.
RIGHT.
ME? I DON'T BUY INTO THAT E.S.P. CRAP.
NO OFFENSE. NONE TAKEN.
HERE WE HAVE IVOR RASSMUSSEN, AGE 34,
ADDRESS RIVER PARK. NO SIGN OF THE MURDER WEAPON.
STORE SECURITY WAS ON THE SCENE PRETTY FAST.
WE WERE ABLE TO DETAIN EVERYBODY
WHO WAS IN THE SECTION AT THE TIME.
WE'RE HOLDING THEM OVER IN THE FURNITURE DEPARTMENT.
SO, CARNAC, WHAT DOES IVOR SAY?
HE TELL YOU WHO DONE IT? HUH. HUH.
LEATHER PANTS, MUSKY COLOGNE, PHALLIC JEWELRY.
A LADIES' MAN.
WENT AFTER HIGH-END COUGARS WITH MODERATE SUCCESS.
CASUAL COCAINE USER. PLAYS GUITAR--NOT WELL.
WORKS IN THE NONCREATIVE END OF A CREATIVE BUSINESS.
ADVERTISING, MAYBE.
NOTHING WORTH KILLING ANYONE OVER ANYWAY.
SO HE DIED FOR ROMANTIC REASONS.
WHERE ARE THOSE SUSPECTS YOU MENTIONED? THE WITNESSES?
WHATEVER.
TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH. TAKE IT DOWN THREE NOTCHES.
OKAY. UNDER CONTROL.
WE'LL GET THIS DONE QUICK AND BE ON OUR WAY.
HELLO. WE'RE FROM THE CBI.
MAY WELL BE THAT ONE OF YOU IS THE MURDERER.
IF THAT'S SO, I'M GONNA FIND OUT WHO.
THESE TWO ARE INNOCENT. THEY CAN GO.
UH, STICK AROUND. WE'RE GONNA NEED A STATEMENT.
NEIL.
WHAT'S THE WORST MISTAKE YOU'VE EVER MADE? QUICK.
UH, FIRST MARRIAGE.
GOOD ANSWER. WHY SO NERVOUS?
I'M NOT. I JUST--I...
(mouths word) YOU. YOUR NAME?
CANDICE. CANDICE.
I LIKE THAT NAME.
(gasps) OH.
HERE.
THANK YOU.
HEY! IT'S OKAY. I'M A CONSULTANT.
CANDICE, TAKE MY ADVICE. FORGIVE YOUR MOTHER.
MAYBE THE HEADACHES WILL STOP. I LOVE MY MOTHER.
OH, I'M WRONG. IGNORE MY ADVICE.
YOU. YOUR NAME. REED.
EXCUSE ME. THIS IS A JOKE, RIGHT?
A JOKE? A MAN HAS BEEN KILLED HERE.
IS THAT FUNNY TO YOU?
ARE YOU AMUSED? NO, BUT--
THEN SIT.
REED, QUICK QUESTION.
GREEN LANTERN VERSUS THOR-- WHO WINS? THOR.
OH, YEAH.
WHY'D YOU KILL RASSMUSSEN? I DIDN'T.
ALL RIGHT.
NOW, YOU, MISS GRUMPY AND ENTITLED,
WHAT'S YOUR STORY? MY NAME IS MANDY SHULTZ.
AND I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT MY-- LET ME GUESS. YOUR HUSBAND IS A VERY IMPORTANT PERSON.
HE IS, AS IT HAPPENS.
JOHN'S ON THE MODESTO CITY COUNCIL.
EH. AND THIS IS
TOTALLY UNPROFESSIONAL AND DISRESPECTFUL.
I'LL HAVE MY HUSBAND TAKE THIS UP WITH YOUR SUPERIORS. MANDY, MANDY, MANDY.
THE DIET PILLS ARE MESSING WITH YOUR MIND.
THIS IS SACRAMENTO, THE BIG CITY.
YOUR HUSBAND MEANS NOTHING HERE. OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH. AGENT LISBON?
GIVE HIM ANOTHER MOMENT. WE DON'T NEED A MOMENT. CASE IS ALL BUT CLOSED.
MANDY HERE IS GONNA LEAD US RIGHT TO THE MURDER WEAPON. WHAT?
TAKE MY HANDS. I NEED PHYSICAL CONTACT TO READ YOUR MIND. YOU'RE NUTS.
PROVE IT. IF I'M WRONG, IF WE CAN'T FIND THE MURDER WEAPON,
THEN I LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT.
YES, YOU WILL.
WHAT ARE YOU-- DON'T SPEAK.
AH.
(box lid falls)
VOILà.
THE MURDER WEAPON.
THIS IS CRAZY. I HAD NO IDEA THAT WAS THERE.
HOW COULD YOU DIRECT US RIGHT TO IT IF YOU DIDN'T PUT IT THERE? I DIDN'T.
I-I DON'T KNOW. BUT I-I DIDN'T KILL THAT MAN.
I-I DIDN'T! SHE'S RIGHT. SHE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MURDER.
WHAT? I JUST USED HER AS A DECOY TO LULL THE REAL KILLER
INTO GIVING ME CLEAN DIRECTIONAL CUES.
OH, COME ON. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT NOW? WHATEVER WAY HE DIDN'T WANT US TO GO
IS THE WAY THAT WE WENT. THE REAL KILLER.
YEAH, YOU WANNA GUESS WHO IT IS? COME ON, JANE.
NEIL.
HEY! WHOA!
EXCUSE ME. NO, I--IT WASN'T. I-I DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT MAN.
OH, IS THAT RIGHT? I'M GUESSING
THAT HE WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH YOUR CURRENT WIFE.
YOU FOUND OUT AND YOU FORGAVE HER LIKE A SUCKER.
HE SAW YOU HERE, PROBABLY SMIRKED
AND SAID SOMETHING VERY CLEVER, MADE YOU FEEL... SMALL.
(man) GRAB HIM! HUMILIATED YOU!
(both grunting)
(glass shattering)
GET HIM! GET HIM!
STOP! STOP! UHH!
NICE WORK.
WHAT? CASE IS CLOSED, ISN'T IT?
(man) HEY! PUT IT DOWN! (gunshot)
(woman screams)
(man) I SAID DROP IT NOW! (gunshot)
**
A DEAD SUSPECT,
QUARTER-MILLION DOLLARS WORTH OF DAMAGES,
FORMAL COMPLAINTS OF MISCONDUCT FROM THE S.P.D.
AND THE MODESTO CITY COUNCIL. THOSE DAMAGES WERE WAY PADDED.
ALL DUE RESPECT, VIRGIL, I WAS TRYING TO CLOSE THE CASE.
IT WAS MY FEELING THAT RED JOHN SHOULD BE OUR PRIORITY,
GIVEN THE DOZEN FRESH LEADS-- STOP. STOP!
THAT'S THE NUB OF THE PROBLEM RIGHT THERE--RED JOHN.
EVER SINCE THE TANNER INCIDENT, YOU'VE BEEN RUNNIN' WAY TOO HOT.
I FEAR A TERMINAL SCREW UP IS COMING. THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
I CAN HANDLE HIM. CAN YOU?
MAYBE SINCE HE SAVED YOUR LIFE, YOU'RE GOING EASY ON HIM.
MAYBE YOU FEEL COMPELLED TO CUT HIM SOME SLACK.
MM. NO, SIR.
THAT IS ABSOLUTELY NOT THE CASE.
HEY, SAM, GET IN HERE.
LISBON. BOSCO.
AGENT BOSCO AND HIS UNIT ARE TAKING OVER THE RED JOHN CASE.
WHAT? NO, NO, NO. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN TOO CLOSE TO THE CASE,
AND NOW BOTH OF YOU ARE WAY TOO CLOSE.
WE NEED TO MAKE A CHANGE. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?
NO. YOU'VE WORKED FOR AGENT BOSCO.
YOU KNOW THAT HE WILL DO THE JOB RIGHT.
YOU NEED TO LET MY TEAM FINISH WHAT THEY STARTED. TERESA, NO OFFENSE,
BUT YOU GUYS AREN'T EVEN CLOSE TO CATCHING THIS GUY.
FRESH SET OF EYES GOTTA BE A GOOD IDEA.
WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE CASE?
NOT MUCH.
HE'S A SERIAL KILLER.
15 VICTIMS, INCLUDING YOUR WIFE AND CHILD.
I CAN IMAGINE YOUR PAIN.
MAYBE THAT PAIN IS CLOUDING YOUR JUDGMENT.
WOW.
AND ME, SAM?
WHAT'S CLOUDING MY JUDGMENT?
(door closes) GOOD QUESTION. YOU TELL ME.
WHAT HAPPENED?
WE'RE OFF RED JOHN.
WHAT?! FOREVER? HE CAN'T DO THAT. THAT'S OUR CASE. WHAT DID HE SAY?
(Van Pelt) THAT'S NOT RIGHT. THAT'S NOT FAIR. (Rigsby) WILL WE GET REPRIMANDED?
(Van Pelt) WHO GETS IT INSTEAD? QUIET. LOOK, THIS IS MY FAULT,
BUT IT'S A WAKE-UP CALL FOR ALL OF US.
WE'VE GROWN SLACK AND UNPROFESSIONAL.
WE NEED TO EARN BACK THE TRUST THAT WE'VE LOST.
FROM NOW ON, WE WORK 100% STRAIGHT.
NO MORE SHORTCUTS. NO MORE GA--
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
YOU'RE LEAVING?
WELL, FRANKLY,
IF I CAN'T USE THIS JOB TO SEEK SOME KIND OF PERSONAL REVENGE,
THEN, UH, THERE'S NOT A WHOLE LOT HERE FOR ME.
I-I...
I DON'T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER.
I CAN'T BRING DEAD PEOPLE BACK TO LIFE. WHAT GOOD DO WE DO?
WE DRIVE AROUND CALIFORNIA VISITING UNHAPPY PEOPLE.
WE'RE FIGHTING EVIL AND INJUSTICE.
AND HOW'S THAT GOING? ANY PROGRESS LATELY?
WE PUT BAD GUYS AWAY WHERE THEY CAN'T HURT PEOPLE.
THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH. MEH. I WAS DOING MORE GOOD AS A PSYCHIC.
I WAS GIVING PEOPLE HOPE, AT LEAST.
FALSE HOPE, BUT HOPE ANYWAY. (telephone rings)
VAN PELT. YOU'RE RIGHT. BEST YOU LEAVE.
THAT WAY YOU CAN GO BACK TO BEING A FULL-TIME FRAUD,
AND WE CAN CONTINUE OUR USELESS JOBS IN PEACE.
WELL, THAT'S ACTUALLY NOT WHAT I SAID. YES, IT WAS.
I WAS TALKING MORE ABOUT MYSELF. WE'RE UP. TWENTY PALMS.
LET'S GO. YOU COME, TOO, VAN PELT.
WE'LL TAKE TWO VEHICLES IN CASE WE NEED TO SPLIT UP.
(Cho) I'LL SEE YOU WHEN YOU GET THERE.
(shuts car door)
(beeping)
BOSS, NO DISRESPECT, BUT I THINK WE NEED JANE.
WE'LL MANAGE.
MAYBE WE DON'T CLOSE AS MANY CASES,
BUT THE ONES WE DO CLOSE WILL BE CLOSED RIGHT, BY PROFESSIONALS.
(buttons clicking)
VAN PELT, IT'S NOT A JET PLANE.
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.
(siren wails) S-SORRY. I'M SORRY.
(car door opens and shuts)
OH, I'M NOT GONNA LEAVE YOU IN THE LURCH.
I'LL DO ONE MORE CASE. DO UP YOUR SEAT BELT.
(starts engine)
(police radio chatter)
VAN PELT, YOU COME WITH ME.
YOU GUYS TALK TO THE FIRST RESPONDERS,
SEE WHAT THEY GOT.
HEY, THE APARTMENT'S UPSTAIRS.
WE HAVE A FEMALE CAUCASIAN, LATE 30s.
RAN LICENSE DOWN ALREADY. IT'S A FAKE.
WE'RE CALLING HER JANE DOE.
WHO FOUND THE BODY? THE BUILDING MANAGER NOTICED HER DOOR WAS OPEN OVERNIGHT.
LAST ONE DOWN TO THE LEFT.
THANK YOU. MM-HMM.
(cat meows)
(meows)
(Patrick) MM-HMM.
WHAT'S YOUR TAKE?
HIT WITH A STUN GUN THEN SUFFOCATED WITH THE CUSHION.
AND THEY WERE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING, OBVIOUSLY.
DID THEY FIND IT, GRACE?
UM... IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL.
WELL, IT SEEMS THEY LOOKED EVERYWHERE POSSIBLE. YES? YEAH.
SO WE CAN ASSUME THAT THEY DIDN'T FIND IT, WHATEVER IT IS.
HOW SO? WELL, LET'S SAY
THERE'S A HUNDRED PLACES TO LOOK FOR A THING.
HOW LIKELY IS IT THAT YOU WILL FIND IT
IN THE HUNDREDTH PLACE YOU LOOK? NOT VERY LIKELY, RIGHT? WHAT ELSE YOU GOT?
UM... NO DRUG PARAPHERNALIA,
NO CONDOMS OR OTHER ITEMS SUGGESTING PROSTITUTION.
SO... MAYBE A PERSONAL CRIME?
A HUSBAND OR LOVER?
BRAVO, GRACE. WRONG, I EXPECT,
BUT VERY WELL-REASONED NONETHELESS.
(Patrick sighs)
THANK YOU, ALL. APPRECIATE IT.
NOTHING OFF THE CAR,
BUT WE'LL HAVE THE LAB BOYS TAKE A LOOK.
IT'S STILL REGISTERED TO THE PREVIOUS OWNER,
SOLD IT FOR CASH SIX MONTHS AGO.
SO BASICALLY WE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HER. NICE START.
SHE'S A LAW-ABIDING MIDDLE-CLASS HOUSEWIFE
THAT DID SOMETHING BAD,
SOMETHING SHE FEELS TERRIBLY GUILTY ABOUT--
GUILTY ENOUGH TO MAKE HER RUN AWAY AND HIDE.
HEY! THAT'S EVIDENCE. YOU KNOW THE DRILL.
MEH.
IF YOU PUT "BULLFROGS WIN HIGH SCHOOL BASKETBALL TROPHY"
INTO A SEARCH ENGINE,
WE WILL FIND JANE DOE'S HOME.
CAN I TAKE A LOOK AT THAT? SURE.
IT'S A WORKING TRUCK.
DAD MUST BE IN CONSTRUCTION, SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
"BAYSHORE COURIER," APRIL 2006.
"COUNTY FINALS--
LADY BULLFROGS DOMINATE INJURY-PLAGUED PANTHERS."
IF THEY LIST THE PLAYERS, CROSS-CHECK THE SURNAMES WITH
THE OTHER ARTICLES FROM THE SAME NEWSPAPER IN THE LAST YEAR
USING THE WORD "DISAPPEARANCE." IF WE LEAVE NOW, WE CAN BE IN BAYSHORE IN A COUPLE HOURS.
OH, WE NEED A LITTLE MORE THAN LADY BULLFROGS TO GO ON.
(beep) (Van Pelt) "BAYSHORE COURIER" OF JUNE THIS YEAR.
HEADLINE IS "POLICE NO CLOSER TO DUNNINGER."
"SINCE HER DISAPPEARANCE LAST MONTH,
"BAYSHORE P.D. HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO LOCATE
"43-YEAR-OLD MONICA DUNNINGER,
"THE SECRETARY ACCUSED OF STEALING NEARLY $1 MILLION
FROM HER EMPLOYERS, THE JAFFE PRINTING GROUP." MM.
OKAY. BAYSHORE IT IS THEN.
SO THE KILLER MUST'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THE MILLION BUCKS.
(Rigsby) IF SHE HAD A MILLION BUCKS,
WHY WOULD SHE LIVE IN A DUMP LIKE THIS? (Patrick) BEFORE WE GET ON THE FREEWAY,
IT'D BE GOOD TO TAKE A LITTLE DRIVE AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD,
BE GOOD TO FIND AN EMPTY HOUSE FOR SALE. WHY WOULD THAT BE GOOD?
OH... I'M THINKING OF MOVING HERE.
NO SECRETS, JANE.
NO LIES. NO TRICKS. NO SURPRISES. THE TRUTH.
OH? SINCE WHEN IS THAT THE RULE? SINCE I SAID SO.
OR ELSE WHAT? YOU'RE OFF THE UNIT.
THAT'S NOT LEVERAGE. THIS IS MY LAST CASE, REMEMBER?
THE ONLY REASON I'M STILL HERE
IS 'CAUSE I'M WORRIED ABOUT HOW YOU GUYS WOULD COPE WITHOUT ME.
OH, REALLY? SO WE'RE LOST WITHOUT YOU, ARE WE?
WELL, YEAH. LET'S BE HONEST HERE. LET'S GO.
HEY. DRIVE. GO.
(starts engine) WAIT. THIS...
(sighs)
(police radio chatter) WHOA!
(brakes squeal)
(shifts gears) WHAT'D YOU SAY TO THEM?
OH... NOTHING, REALLY.
TOTAL OVERREACTION.
YEAH.
(sighs) WE NEED TO FIND A HOUSE FOR SALE.
(seat belt clicks)
OKAY. (shifts gears)
AH, THERE'S A SIGN.
(shifts gears) PERFECT.
(shift gears)
(sighs)
(seat belt clicks)
YOU GONNA TELL ME WHAT THAT'S ABOUT?
AH... WOULDN'T YOU RATHER IT BE A SURPRISE?
NO.
OH! OH, LOOK.
LOOK, LOOK, STRAWBERRIES.
STRAWBERRIES? MMM.
SEE?
HOW GOOD IS THAT?
MMM. GOOD.
CHO, RIGSBY, START CANVASSING THE NEIGHBORS.
VAN PELT, COME WITH ME.
UH, I...
LISBON, UH...
I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I SAID TO YOU BEFORE.
CAN I PLEASE CONTINUE WORKING WITH YOU?
I THOUGHT YOU WERE QUITTING.
YOU KNOW I DIDN'T MEAN THAT. SO THE JOB IS WORTHWHILE, IS IT?
EH, IT'S NOT THAT. I MEAN, IT'S NOT THAT AT ALL.
IT'S JUST...
I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO.
NO JOKES. FROM NOW ON, THERE HAVE TO BE BOUNDARIES.
AGREED. I NEED TO KNOW THAT YOU CAN DO YOUR WORK AND BE EFFECTIVE
WITHOUT CREATING A MESS THAT I HAVE TO CLEAN UP. NO MESS, I SWEAR.
ON THAT BASIS, YOU CAN REMAIN WITH THE UNIT.
THANK YOU.
HERE.
(man) SO HOW DID SHE DIE? (Lisbon) IT WAS A HOMICIDE, BUT SHE DIDN'T SUFFER.
WE DON'T HAVE ANY SUSPECTS YET.
(girl) WHERE WAS SHE?
SHE WAS LIVING ALONE IN A SMALL APARTMENT IN TWENTY PALMS.
I THOUGHT SHE'D BE LIVING IT UP IN MEXICO OR SOMEPLACE.
SHE WAS ALWAYS-- STOP IT.
I NEED TO LIE DOWN.
OKAY, CHAMP, LET'S ROLL. (sighs)
I'M MAKING SOME TEA. WOULD YOU LIKE A CUP? NO, THANK YOU.
OH, OH, I-I'D LOVE A CUP. THANKS.
LET ME GET YOU A BLANKET. BE RIGHT BACK.
ANSEL, UH, HAD CANCER.
HE'S TOTALLY BETTER NOW BUT STILL WEAK.
(water pouring) IT'S IN REMISSION?
GONE. 100%. WE WERE BLESSED.
EVEN THE DOCTORS WERE AMAZED.
OH, THANK YOU. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR MOTHER.
SURE. I'LL TELL YOU. (sets down mug)
STEALING ALL THAT MONEY AND RUNNING OFF--
THAT WAS JUST THE ICING ON THE CAKE.
WHEN ANSEL GOT CANCER, HER WAY OF COPING--
PAINKILLERS AND A SLEAZEBAG LOVER.
THAT'S MOM.
DID YOU KNOW HER LOVER'S NAME?
BODHI ANDROS.
HOW WE FOUND OUT?
(scoffs) ANSEL GOES TO MEET HIS MOM AT HER YOGAROBICS CLASS.
HE FINDS HER BANGING THE TEACHER IN HIS OFFICE.
CAN YOU IMAGINE?
THEN WHAT HAPPENED?
SHE DID HER DANCE. (sighs)
SHE'S SO ASHAMED, SHE'S SO SORRY,
SHE'S CHANGED.
WHATEVER.
AND DAD WAS HALFWAY TO FORGIVING HER.
HE CAN'T HELP IT. HE LOVES HER.
BUT YOU DON'T? LOVE HER?
SHE... NEVER HAD TIME FOR ME.
SO... I COULD ALWAYS SEE THROUGH HER CHARM.
YOU KNOW?
TO THE SELFISH COW BENEATH-- KESSIE!
DON'T TALK THAT WAY. SHE LOVED YOU.
LOOK, SHE'S DEAD. SHOW SOME RESPECT.
SHE WAS A BEAUTIFUL SOUL,
FULL OF JOY AND--AND BIG DREAMS.
AND REALITY JUST KINDA BEAT HER DOWN.
BUT HERE'S THE THING.
IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE THE THEFT WAS IN THE NEWS
THAT THE DOCTORS AT CEDARS OF ZION
HEARD ABOUT ANSEL AND REACHED OUT TO HELP US.
THEY TOOK HIM ON FOR FREE AND THEY SAVED HIS LIFE--
SAVED HIS LIFE WHEN EVERYBODY SAID THERE WAS NO HOPE.
SO...
YOU KNOW, GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS.
WELL, YOU KNOW,
GOD DOESN'T NECESSARILY, UH-- THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOU TIME.
YEAH. THANK YOU.
VERY NICE TEA.
OH, UH, I ALMOST FORGOT.
DO EITHER OF YOU KNOW A MILES THORSEN?
UH, NO, I DON'T THINK SO. NO.
YOU SURE?
YEAH. YES.
ALL RIGHT.
ANSEL.
HEY, ANSEL!
YOU KNOW MILES THORSEN?
NO.
OKAY.
BYE.
THANK YOU.
WHO'S MILES THORSEN? NO ONE IN PARTICULAR.
THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
OH. NO, ME, TOO. Y-YOU WANT NO FUSS, NO MESS, RIGHT?
I AM CASTING A WIDE, INVISIBLE NET.
THE KILLER WON'T EVEN KNOW HE'S IN IT UNTIL IT'S TOO LATE.
MILES THORSEN IS AN INVISIBLE NET? YES, HE IS.
WE GOT AN ADDRESS ON BODHI ANDROS.
CHO, RIGSBY, GO AND CHECK HIM OUT.
VAN PELT, GET ON THE MONEY TRAIL.
SOMEBODY'S GOT THAT $1 MILLION. START WITH THE DAD
AND THE DAUGHTER. SEE IF EITHER OF THEM'S
BEEN SPENDING MONEY THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE. THEY LOOKED CLEAN TO ME.
OH, DID THEY? OKAY, GREAT. JUST LET THEM BE.
I DON'T... I'LL CHECK 'EM OUT.
OKAY, COME ON. LET'S GET BACK TO SACRAMENTO, GRUMPY.
WHAT'S THE HURRY? I HAVE A MEETING WITH BOSCO.
OH. GOOD LUCK.
(sitar music playing)
GREAT CLASS, GUYS.
HEY, AND LET'S USE THAT FOCUS WE FOUND THROUGHOUT THE WEEK, OKAY?
NAMASTE.
OKAY, THANK YOU.
(click, music stops)
(beeping)
(Rigsby) HI. I'M LOOKING FOR BODHI ANDROS. CRAP!
(woman) YEAH, HIS OFFICE IS UPSTAIRS, TO THE RIGHT.
(Cho) THANK YOU.
REMEMBER THAT TIME YOU SAID YOU'D BEEN IN JUVIE? YEP.
YOU NEVER SAID WHAT YOU GOT SENT THERE FOR.
IT'S GANG STUFF.
YOU WERE IN A GANG? WHAT WAS THE NAME OF THE GANG?
AVON PARK PLAYBOYS.
(chuckles) AVON PARK PLAYBOYS?
I DIDN'T CHOOSE THE NAME. (door shuts)
AND, UH, WHAT KIND OF STUFF DID THE PLAYBOYS DO?
NOTHING GOOD. LIKE WHAT?
NOTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT.
MM, FAIR ENOUGH. YOUR CALL.
SEE, I DON'T THINK PARTNERS SHOULD HAVE SECRETS,
BUT YOUR CALL. LIKE YOU DON'T HAVE ANY SECRETS.
WHAT'S THE SUPPOSED TO MEAN? YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
HEY, YOU IN THERE. POLICE.
CBI. VERY SLOWLY, STAND UP.
(Bodhi) I'M UNARMED, MAN. I HAVE NO WEAPONS.
WELL, THAT'S GREAT.
SO COME OUT SLOWLY WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD,
AND I WON'T HURT YOU. PROMISE.
OKAY, I'M COMING OUT NOW. DON'T SHOOT.
MORNING, SIR. YOU BODHI ANDROS?
YES, I AM.
TURN AROUND.
HEY. SORRY I'M LATE. BAD TRAFFIC.
HEY. WHAT ARE YOU HAVING?
WELL, I'LL HAVE A BOTTLE OF WATER, THANKS.
A DOG WITH KRAUT, BOTTLE OF WATER.
(metal clangs)
THANK YOU.
KEEP IT. OH, THANK YOU.
WELL, I'M NOT GONNA LIE.
I'M NOT HAPPY I'M OFF THE RED JOHN CASE.
YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT.
FRESH SET OF EYES MAY BE WHAT'S NEEDED.
NOW HERE'S THE THING, SAM, IF I MAY.
I KNOW THIS CASE.
I CAN BE A VERY GOOD RESOURCE FOR YOU.
IF WE COULD JUST COME TO SOME KIND OF UNDERSTANDING...
YOU WANT ME TO, UH, KEEP YOU UP TO DATE ON THE CASE?
YEAH, SURE.
TELL YOU ABOUT FRESH LEADS, ETCETERA.
YEAH, LET'S JUST KEEP AN OPEN LINE OF COMMUNICATION.
MMM.
GOOD? MMM.
(mouth full) MY WIFE HAS ME ON A DIET.
MM-HMM.
THIS IS LIKE COMMITTIN' ADULTERY HERE.
(chuckles)
LET ME COMMUNICATE THIS TO YOU.
YOU'RE A PARTY ENTERTAINER,
A CLOWN.
FRESH LEADS?
I WOULDN'T TELL YOU WHERE THE BATHROOM IS
IF YOUR ASS WAS ON FIRE. (chuckles)
DO WE HAVE A GOOD UNDERSTANDING NOW? I UNDERSTAND YOU.
IT MAY TAKE YOU SOME TIME TO UNDERSTAND ME.
YOU'RE FILLED WITH EQUAL PARTS SELF-LOATHING AND SELF-LOVE.
YOU'RE ADDICTED TO CONTROL.
YOU'RE TERRIFIED OF CONFINEMENT. YOU'RE-- WHO'S MY FAVORITE BEATLE?
HUH?
YOUR WIFE WANTED YOU TO QUIT THE PSYCHIC TRADE.
SHE BEGGED YOU TO STOP,
BUT YOU WERE MAKING TOO MUCH MONEY.
YOU WERE HAVIN' TOO MUCH FUN.
YOU CAN STILL HEAR HER PLEADING WITH YOU.
HOW AM I DOIN'? YOU READ THE INTERVIEWS IN MY CASE FILE.
YOU CAN READ. VERY IMPRESSIVE.
LOOK, PATRICK,
I'M SORRY TO BE SO BLUNT WITH YOU.
REALLY?
YOU'RE NOT A DETECTIVE. YOU'RE A VICTIM.
(machinery whirring)
YOU NEVER SAID. HOW WAS YOUR MEET WITH BOSCO?
WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
(loudly) I SAID, HOW DID IT GO WITH BOSCO? I CAN'T...
HOW DID IT GO WITH BOSCO?
OH. UH... GOOD. IT WAS, UH, IT WAS VERY GOOD.
WE HAD A FRANK EXCHANGE OF VIEWS.
SO HE'S GONNA KEEP US IN THE LOOP?
NO. NO?
WOULDN'T DIRECT ME TO THE BATHROOM
IF MY ASS WAS ON FIRE. THINK THAT'S FUNNY? (chuckles) YEAH.
SO THAT'S MRS. JAFFE OVER THERE.
THANK YOU. SURE.
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
NOTHING.
NOTHING?
IF YOU SIT DOWN BY THE RIVERBANK AND WAIT LONG ENOUGH,
YOU WILL SEE THE BODIES OF YOUR ENEMIES FLOAT BY.
SHALL WE?
AGENT LISBON, IS IT?
I'M RHONDA JAFFE, COMPANY CHAIRWOMAN.
THIS IS MY COLLEAGUE MR. JANE. HELLO.
HI. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO TALK TO US.
OH, NOT AT ALL. AND YOU WANTED TO MEET WITH
MY FINANCE DIRECTOR GREG HUMPHREY? YES, MA'AM.
ALL RIGHT. WELL, LET'S SPEAK IN MY OFFICE.
DID YOU KNOW MONICA DUNNINGER?
OH, YEAH. I KNOW EVERYONE ON STAFF.
SO SAD. THE WHOLE THING IS JUST SO SAD.
THE POOR WOMAN.
MORE TROUBLED THAN CONNIVING, I'M SURE.
AND YOU KNOW, IT'S NOT THE MONEY.
IT'S MORE THE LOSS OF TRUST.
THIS IS VERY, VERY MUCH A FAMILY FIRM.
AND MY FATHER ALWAYS USED TO SAY,
JAFFE PRINTING IS ABOUT VALUES, NOT ABOUT MACHINERY.
(elevator bell dings) DO YOU KNOW MILES THORSEN?
MILES THORSEN? NO.
ARE YOU SURE? YES.
(under breath) SERIOUSLY, STOP IT.
RELAX.
I SAVED HER LIFE. SHE RESENTS ME.
OH, REALLY?
(beep) JILL?
(beep)
JILL?
JILL, WHERE HAS GREG HUMPHREY GONE TO?
HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE.
(beep) HELLO?
(beep) (man) HEY.
HUMBLE APOLOGIES.
SMALL CRISIS ON THE INVENTORY DESK. OKAY. MM-HMM.
SOLVED. UH, GREG HUMPHREY. GOOD TO MEET YOU.
PATRICK JANE.
WE'RE INVESTIGATING THE MURDER OF MONICA DUNNINGER. YES.
TERRIBLE. HORRIBLE.
YOU WERE HER DIRECT SUPERVISOR, IS THAT RIGHT?
I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA SAY,
AND YES, YES, IT WAS MY FAULT THAT SHE STOLE FROM US.
MEA CULPA. I-I SHOULD'VE KNOWN. GREG IS LIKE FAMILY PRACTICALLY. WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES.
WE LIVE, WE LEARN, WE MOVE ON.
UH, CAN YOU EXPLAIN TO US HOW SHE DID IT?
IN LAYMAN'S TERMS?
UH, BEEN THERE, DONE THAT
WITH THE TOP MEN FROM THE FBI FINANCIAL UNIT.
DO WE REALLY NEED TO GO OVER IT AGAIN? YES.
NO PROBLEM.
THANK YOU.
WHAT EXACTLY WAS HER POSITION HERE?
ASSISTANT OFFICE MANAGER.
SHE KEPT THE PETTY CASH ACCOUNTS.
COFFEE AND DOUGHNUT MONITOR ESSENTIALLY.
THIS WAS HER OFFICE.
HOW DID SHE MANAGE TO STEAL SO MUCH MONEY?
WHEN THE ACCOUNTING AND FINANCE SYSTEMS WERE INTEGRATED,
NOBODY THOUGHT TO FIREWALL THE PETTY CASH ACCOUNTS.
MONICA ACQUIRED USER ACCESS TO THE TRANSACTIONAL SITES
AND CREATED A FALSE VENDOR.
I DIDN'T THINK SHE HAD THE BRAINS, TO BE HONEST.
WE DON'T KNOW EXACTLY HOW SHE DID IT
BECAUSE SHE FRIED HER HARD DRIVE
AND SHE TOOK HER ACCOUNTS BOOK WITH HER.
ARE WE ABOUT TO LOOK AT A WHOLE BUNCH OF NUMBERS?
PROBABLY.
ALL RIGHT. I'LL WAIT IN THE CAR.
GO.
DO YOU KNOW A MAN NAMED MILES THORSEN?
NO.
YOU SURE? THINK ABOUT IT.
I'M SURE. WHO IS HE?
NEVER MIND. (Lisbon) PLEASE CONTINUE.
(cell phone rings, beep) WOULD YOU EXCUSE ME?
MM-HMM. Boss, I think I found something.
THE VICTIM'S DAUGHTER, KESSIE DUNNINGER--
SHE HANDLES THE FAMILY MONEY, PAYS THE BILLS.
FIVE MONTHS AGO, SHE STOPPED PAYING THE RENT
BY STANDING ORDER, SWITCHED TO CASH.
SAME THING WITH THE UTILITY BILLS. PAID IN CASH.
NICE WORK. GO AND TALK TO HER.
SHE DOESN'T HAVE A GOOD ANSWER, BRING HER IN. WILL DO, BOSS.
(whispers) YES!
(keys jingling)
WHY DID YOU HIDE FROM US, BODHI?
FEAR, MAN. FEAR.
I'VE BEEN FRIGHTENED FOR MY LIFE EVER SINCE I HEARD.
WHY?
WHO KILLED HER?
EITHER IT WAS HER GOOBER HUSBAND FINALLY SNAPPED,
WHICH PUTS ME NEXT IN LINE,
OR IT'S WHOEVER SHE WENT INTO BUSINESS WITH,
AND MAYBE THEY THINK I KNOW TOO MUCH. SHE WAS IN BUSINESS WITH SOMEONE?
JUST BEFORE SHE DISAPPEARED, SHE CAME BY TO SEE ME,
TOLD ME SHE MADE A BUSINESS DEAL WITH SOMEONE
THAT WOULD MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT. A BUSINESS DEAL? WERE THOSE THE WORDS SHE USED?
YEP.
SHE WAS STARTING A NEW DAY IN HER LIFE
AND WANTED TO MAKE AMENDS AND APOLOGIZE
FOR BEING SUCH A PAIN IN THE BUTT,
WHICH SHE WAS. HOW SO?
SHE WAS WAY TOO DEEP INTO HER FAMILY
AND TO HER KIDS AND ALL THAT CRAP.
MM-HMM. LOVED THOSE KIDS.
WHY DO I WANT TO TALK TO HER ABOUT HER SICK BOY?
LIKE I CAN HELP? YOU'RE NOT A DOCTOR.
EXACTLY.
WHEN WE WERE CAUGHT BY THAT KID,
SHE JUST... WENT TO PIECES, YOU KNOW?
AND I'M LIKE,
DON'T GET SO DOWN ON YOURSELF.
YOU GOTTA LOVE YOU EVEN IF YOU'RE A TOTAL SCREW UP, RIGHT?
THE GREATEST... LOVE...
OF ALL.
WHITNEY WAS RIGHT, AS USUAL.
(whispers) RIGHT.
(normal voice) YOU KNOW A MAN NAMED MILES THORSEN?
NO. WHO'S HE?
I DON'T KNOW.
IS THAT ENOUGH SUGAR?
YES. THANK YOU.
SO, KESSIE, TELL ME ABOUT THE MONEY.
ABOUT A MONTH AFTER SHE RAN OFF, MOM CALLED ME,
SAID SHE WANTED TO HELP US OUT,
WANTED TO KNOW HOW ANSEL WAS DOING.
SHE LOVES US SO MUCH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
I TOLD HER TO GO TO HELL, AND I HUNG UP.
2 DAYS LATER, I GOT A LETTER WITH $5,000 IN CASH INSIDE.
(Van Pelt) ANY MESSAGE?
JUST "LOVE, MOM."
THAT WAS IT.
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO, GIVE IT TO THE POLICE?
ACTUALLY, YES.
WELL, I DIDN'T. WE REALLY NEEDED THE MONEY.
DID YOU EVER TELL YOUR DAD ABOUT THE MONEY?
NO. NO.
HOW OFTEN DID SHE SEND YOU MONEY?
$5,000 EVERY MONTH.
DID YOU EVER WRITE BACK TO HER?
NO.
I LIKE HER FOR THIS.
HOW SO? SHE DESPISES MOM.
(opens door) MOM'S GOT $1 MILLION STOLEN DOLLARS,
GETS IN CONTACT SECRETLY. DO THE MATH.
MAYBE.
NO? WHAT'S YOUR TAKE?
I'D BE GUESSING. COULD BE ANYBODY.
NOT ANYBODY. YOU DIDN'T DO IT. I DIDN'T DO IT.
YOU'RE DISTRACTED.
YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT BOSCO AND RED JOHN.
FOCUS ON THE JOB AT HAND.
YOU'RE GLAD BOSCO HAS THE RED JOHN CASE, AREN'T YOU?
BOSCO IS A GOOD AGENT. HE'S AS GOOD AS THEY COME.
IT MIGHT NOT BE SUCH A BAD THING
THAT WE'RE OFF THE CASE FOR A WHILE. WE GOT TOO CLOSE.
IS THAT WHAT YOUR SHRINK TELLS YOU? EVERYBODY TELLS ME THAT.
BUT YOUR SHRINK DID TELL YOU THAT, DIDN'T HE?
OKAY, MAY--MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT. MAYBE--MAYBE THAT'S THE TRUTH.
MAYBE WE DID GET A LITTLE TOO CLOSE.
I'M NOT SO SURE. BUT I'LL THINK ABOUT IT. LIAR.
I'VE GOT A DEPOSITION.
SEE THAT BOX OVER THERE? (slaps leg)
IT'S GOT MONICA DUNNINGER'S POSSESSIONS IN IT.
GO THROUGH IT, SEE WHAT YOU CAN SEE. YES, MA'AM.
UH, WHO WANTS TO COME WITH ME OUT TO TWENTY PALMS
TO CATCH THE KILLER?
DID LISBON OKAY THIS?
OF COURSE.
WHAT IS THIS PLACE? GUESS.
MILES THORSEN'S HOUSE.
EXACTLY.
WHO'S MILES THORSEN?
OH, UH...
I HAVE NO IDEA.
ALL RIGHT, FINE. DON'T TELL ME.
ISN'T THAT YOUR NUMBER? UH, YEAH, THAT'S MY NUMBER.
THAT'S IN CASE THE KILLER GETS HERE BEFORE US.
THAT WAY, HE'LL CALL US.
WHAT'S THAT OVER THERE?
(door rattling)
HEY, WE HAVE NO WARRANT. DON'T YOU HEAR SOMEONE YELLING IN THERE?
NO.
I HEARD SOMETHING. THERE'S NO YELLING.
I HAVE PERFECT HEARING. I COULD SWEAR I HEARD SOMEONE.
(sighs) OKAY, SO WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?
(sighs) EVERYBODY INVOLVED
IS WONDERING WHO MILES THORSEN IS.
HUH?
THE KILLER WILL BE DOUBLY CURIOUS. TRIPLY, EVEN.
MAYBE THE MYSTERIOUS MILES THORSEN
HAS WHAT THE KILLER IS LOOKING FOR, WHAT HE DIDN'T FIND.
WHEN THEY LOOK HIM UP, THEY'LL LEARN THERE'S A MILES THORSEN
WHO LIVES RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER FROM MONICA.
HEY, PRESTO. THIS IS EXACTLY THE KIND OF STUFF
THE BOSS WAS TALKING ABOUT.
SHE DIDN'T OKAY THIS AT ALL, DID SHE? SO SHOOT ME.
"THE FAX MACHINE REVOLUTION--
THE LITTLE BOX THAT'S CHANGING OUR WORLD."
WHY WOULD MONICA DUNNINGER BE READING THIS BOOK?
YOU, CHO, SHOULDN'T ENABLE THIS KIND OF CRAP. WE'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG. WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
UH, BURGLARY, TRESPASSING, WILLFUL DAMAGE TO PROPERTY.
YEAH, DOOR WAS OPEN. UH, NO, IT WASN'T.
AHA! OF COURSE.
WHAT?
RIGSBY, YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE.
LET US TAKE THIS. YOU GO FIND THE NEAREST LIBRARY. WHY?
(sighs)
YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR BEING A WUSS IS I'M NOT GONNA TELL YA. OH, COME ON.
NOPE, I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU. FINE. FINE. WHATEVER.
CALL WHEN YOU'RE THERE.
(Rigsby) OH, HO!
(door opens and closes)
SO WHAT'S THE GAG? OH, THERE'S NO GAG. SOLVE THE CASE.
I THOUGHT YOU ALREADY DID THAT.
I THOUGHT THAT'S WHY WE'RE WAITING HERE.
NOPE. THIS IS, UH...
WELL...
THIS IS MORE OF A FISHING EXPEDITION.
YOU KNOW, MAYBE WE GET A BITE. MAYBE WE DON'T.
THAT'S THE FUN OF IT.
WE JUST SIT BACK, RELAX, DANGLE OUR FEET IN THE WATER.
THIS GUY PREDICTED THAT BY THE YEAR 2000,
EVERY AMERICAN HOUSEHOLD WILL HAVE A FAX MACHINE.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?
I HAD A FAX MACHINE.
YOU?
YEAH.
WOW. NOSTRADAMUS OF OFFICE EQUIPMENT.
SEE, THIS IS WHY I DON'T LIKE FISHING.
WE'RE NOT GONNA CATCH ANYTHING.
WE HAVE SOME VERY TASTY BAIT. I'M VERY CONFIDENT.
DID YOU CONSIDER THAT THE KILLER FOUND THE MONEY ALREADY?
I DON'T THINK IT WAS MONEY THEY WERE LOOKING FOR.
I DON'T THINK MONICA EVER HAD IT.
THEN WHAT DID SHE HAVE THEN? AND WHO HAS THE MONEY?
(man) GREAT BONES, ORIGINAL MID CENTURY DETAIL.
GREAT NEW COPPER PIPING THAT-- (door creaks)
HELLO.
DID YOU HAVE A FAX MACHINE IN 2000?
UM... HI?
NO CAUSE FOR ALARM, SIR.
WE'RE LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS. CBI.
"KIMBALL... CHO." OKAY.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, KIMBALL? IS THERE A PROBLEM?
IT'S AN ONGOING INVESTIGATION, SIR.
WE CAN'T GIVE OUT ANY DETAILS. GRISLY HOMICIDE, THOUGH.
WHY DON'T WE TAKE A LOOK AT THAT DUPLEX ON ROYSTON? SHALL WE?
THAT'S A GOOD CALL.
(door creaks)
(sighs) DAMN IT.
RELAX.
HE GOT MY NAME.
WELL, YOU SPOKE THE TRUTH. WE ARE AN ONGOING INVESTIGATION.
YEAH, BUT WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING 100% STRAIGHT.
THIS IS NOT THAT.
(door creaks)
OH.
I'M--I'M SORRY. WRONG ADDRESS.
WHOA! WHOA! RHONDA! COME BACK.
(sighs)
I'M HERE OUT OF CURIOSITY, THAT'S ALL.
WELL, OF COURSE.
I'VE GOT NOTHING ELSE TO SAY WITHOUT MY LAWYER.
YOU DON'T NEED TO SAY ANYTHING.
I KNEW IT WAS YOU FROM THE START.
THANKS FOR SHARING.
WELL, WHEN I SAY I-I KNEW IT WAS HER, I-I MEAN,
I-I GUESSED, I SUBCONSCIOUSLY THOUGHT IT WAS HER
WHEN I SAW A PHOTO OF HER HOLDING A LARGE CHECK
OUTSIDE CEDARS OF ZION.
IT WAS YOU THAT STOLE THE $1 MILLION
FROM YOUR OWN COMPANY.
(scoffs) WHY WOULD I DO THAT?
WELL, DEGENERATE GAMBLING WOULD BE MY GUESS.
BUT WHATEVER YOUR PROBLEM IS, WHEN THREATENED WITH EXPOSURE,
YOU MADE A DEAL WITH POOR MONICA.
IF SHE'D TAKE THE BLAME AND DISAPPEAR,
YOU'D GET ANSEL INTO
THE BEST CANCER PROGRAM IN CALIFORNIA
AND PAY HER A MONTHLY WAGE TO STAY GONE.
THAT'S ABSURD.
BUT THEN ANSEL GOT CURED,
AND THERE'S NO WAY MONICA WAS GONNA STAY GONE,
NOT MUCH LONGER.
THEN YOU HAD TO SILENCE HER.
THAT'S PURE FICTION.
YOU HAVE NO PROOF AT ALL.
OH. OH. WE--WE HAVE PROOF.
WAIT.
YEAH, WHERE IS IT? HERE IT IS. YEP. (clears throat)
THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD. (beep)
(dialing)
YEP, I'M HERE.
I KNOW, I KNOW.
"THE FAX MACHINE REVOLUTION" IS A LIBRARY BOOK,
AND MONICA DUNNINGER SWAPPED IT.
HOLD ON. I'M CHECKING IT.
ALL RIGHT.
GOT IT. WAIT UP.
LOOKS LIKE AN ACCOUNTS BOOK.
THERE'S A DVD IN IT.
(Monica) THIS IS JUST TO SAY THAT...
IN CASE SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME,
THAT I SWEAR ON THE BIBLE
THAT EVERYTHING IN THE ACCOUNT BOOK
IS THE TRUTH.
I KNOW THAT I'VE PRETTY MUCH
LOST YOUR LOVE AND RESPECT FOR GOOD.
BUT I HOPE THAT THIS DEAL THAT I'VE MADE
WOULD HELP ANSEL GET BETTER
AND WILL MAKE UP FOR SOME OF THE HURT THAT I'VE CAUSED.
I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH,
ESPECIALLY YOU, KESSIE,
EVEN THOUGH YOU THINK I DON'T.
I'M JUST SO SORRY FOR THIS MESS THAT I'VE MADE.
PLEASE FORGIVE ME.
GOOD-BYE.
(TV turns off)
THE BOOK SPELLS OUT THE DEAL.
MONICA TOOK THE FALL FOR HER BOSS
SO THAT ANSEL WOULD HAVE THE BEST POSSIBLE TREATMENT.
NICE WORK.
(sobbing)
(whispers) OH.
(Kessie continues sobbing)
(imitating Bosco) OH, HI. SAM BOSCO HERE.
CBI MAJOR CRIMES PROGRAM. QUESTION.
HOW DO I GO ABOUT CHANGING MY IN-HOUSE ACCESS PASSCODE?
I GOT STRONG REASON TO BELIEVE IT'S BEEN COMPROMISED.
YEAH, GREAT.
SURE. SURE, I CAN HOLD.