THREE BOUNCES INTO THIS CUP.
THREE BOUNCES.
HE CAN DO IT. WON'T HAPPEN.
(clears throat)
AH. YOU--KISS GOOD-BYE TO YOUR CASH.
(kisses and clears throat)
(clink)
(Van Pelt) WHOA! OOH!
NICE. NEVER ANY DOUBT. JUST A LITTLE SKILL I PICKED UP
WORKING THE NIGHT SHIFT AT SAN DIEGO. THANK YOU. (grunts)
YOU WANNA GO AGAIN? NOPE.
OH, DO I HEAR CHICKEN? (imitates chicken clucking) (imitates chicken clucking)
VAN PELT. LINE TWO--O'LAUGHLIN.
THANKS.
GO AHEAD. WHAT?
YOU ALWAYS SAY SOMETHING WHEN O'LAUGHLIN CALLS.
THERE'S NOTHING TO SAY. I'M OVER IT.
WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH WAYNE RIGSBY?
HEY. ANYBODY SEE JANE?
(truck horn blares) (Lisbon) Where are you?
I'M BOOSTING TEAM MORALE.
PEOPLE ARE BORED. THAT NEEDS TO BE ADDRESSED.
UH, PEOPLE ARE BORED BECAUSE NOBODY'S BEEN KILLED
THAT NEEDS OUR HELP. IT'S A GOOD THING
when homicide detectives are bored. SO WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME TO FIND OUT WHERE I AM?
Because I get nervous when I don't know where you are.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, "BOOSTING MORALE"? I'M BUYING FRESH FRUIT--
CLEARS AWAY THE COBWEBS, CHASES AWAY THE BLUES.
OH, GOOD. GET ME A RED DELICIOUS. OKAY.
(sets cell phone down, types on keyboard)
NORBERTO! ¿DóNDE ESTáN LAS ROJAS DELICIOSAS?
(thud) LET'S GO. WE'RE GOING. COME ON!
OKAY. OKAY.
(panting)
(beeps)
(rooster crows)
(ring)
(types)
GOLDEN DELICIOUS IS FINE IF THEY DON'T HAVE-- (banging)
LISBON!
(whispering) I'M IN TROUBLE.
(clatter) LISBON.
**
(police radio chatter)
HOW LONG AGO DID YOU GET THE CALL?
35 MINUTES. WITNESSES?
9-1-1 HAD SOME CALLERS.
C.H.P.'s ROUNDING 'EM UP FOR US NOW.
JANE? NO SIGN.
HALF A DOZEN 9-MILLIMETER CASINGS--3 WENT INTO THE VICTIM.
GOT 2 380 CASINGS HERE. LOOKS LIKE ONE HIT.
THE GUY RUNS A FRUIT STAND. WHAT'S HE DOING WITH A 380?
HE'S PROBABLY BEEN HELD UP MORE THAN ONCE. NOT THIS TIME. CASH REGISTER'S FULL.
THERE'S A BLOOD TRAIL STARTING HERE,
HEADING OUT INTO THAT DIRECTION.
LOOKS LIKE WHOEVER THE GROCER SHOT WENT OVER TO THE BARN
AFTER HE TOOK THE BULLET, KICKED IN THE DOOR. JANE WAS THERE. SO THEY WERE AFTER HIM.
BOSS, C.H.P. ROUNDED UP THE 9-1-1 CALLERS.
THIS IS HAROLD KEEL. HE MADE THE FIRST CALL. DID YOU SEE THE SHOOTING, MR. KEEL?
NO, JUST SAW TWO GUYS IN A LOT. ONE OF 'EM HAD A GUN.
HE WAS TRYING TO SHOVE THE OTHER GUY INTO THE TRUNK OF HIS CAR.
CAN YOU DESCRIBE HIM? THE GUY WITH THE GUN HAD A SWEATSHIRT WITH THE HOOD UP.
AND THE OTHER GUY WAS SMALLER, IN A SUIT--
NO, NOT REALLY A SUIT, BUT LIKE A VEST.
YOUR NAME? I'M SHERRY WINGER. I HEARD THE SHOTS.
BUT YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING? I JUST HEARD THEM WHILE DRIVING BY,
BUT ABOUT A MINUTE LATER, A CAR BOOKED PAST ME GOING ABOUT 100.
TOOK THE EXIT RAMP ON THE HIGHWAY GOING NORTH. WHAT DID THE CAR LOOK LIKE?
SEDAN, BROWNISH-YELLOW.
YOU GET A LOOK AT THE LICENSE PLATES? I THINK IT WAS BLUE AND PURPLE.
THAT'S AN ARIZONA PLATE. I'M ON IT. SERGEANT?
YEAH. WE NEED A ROADBLOCK SET UP 100 MILES NORTH,
LOOKING FOR THAT CAR,
ALSO AN AIRCRAFT CHECKING OUT THE SIDE ROADS.
HAVE ONE OF YOUR MEN STAY WITH BOTH THE WITNESSES
AND RUN THEIR LICENSES. MAKE SURE THEY'RE CLEAN. YOU GOT IT.
WE NEED THE FBI ON THIS. I'LL MAKE THE CALL.
IF JANE WERE HERE, HE--HE'D MAKE SOME SNARKY REMARK
ABOUT SOMETHING WE MISSED AT THE CRIME SCENE.
SO?
WHAT IS IT?
(police radio chatter continues)
(door closes)
(panting)
HANDS OUT.
(handcuffs clicking)
LOOKS PRETTY PAINFUL. (handcuffs tighten)
SHUT UP. I COULD HELP MAKE THAT HURT LESS.
(metal clinking)
RIGHT.
HEY, WHAT IS THIS ABOUT? WHY--WHY AM I HERE?
(grunts)
HEY.
(panting)
(footsteps retreating)
(footsteps continue overhead)
(elevator bell dings) C.H.P.'s GOT NOTHING ON THE ROADBLOCKS YET.
KEEP CHECKING. DON'T WAIT FOR THEM TO REPORT IN.
THE PHONE COMPANY'S SENDING OVER JANE'S RECORDS.
RUN HIS CALLS. WE NEED TO KNOW WHO HE WAS TALKING TO... (sighs)
AND WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT. IT FEELS WEIRD TO GO THROUGH JANE'S PHONE. HE'D HATE IT.
HE'LL HATE IT A LOT MORE IF WE DON'T FIND HIM. TERESA.
I CAN'T TALK PRESS RIGHT NOW, BRENDA. IT'S ABOUT JANE.
WHAT? I'M HEARING FROM REPORTERS.
THE HIGHWAY SHUTDOWN'S GETTING ATTENTION.
THERE ARE RUMORS THAT A CBI EMPLOYEE HAS BEEN KILLED. FOR GOD SAKES.
JUST GIVE ME SOMETHING I CAN GIVE 'EM TO SHUT 'EM UP. WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING YET, BRENDA. DON'T SAY ANYTHING.
THAT JUST MAKES IT WORSE. IT'S AN ONGOING INVESTIGATION. NO COMMENT.
HEY, LISBON. YOU REMEMBER AGENT O'LAUGHLIN.
YOU'RE THE LIAISON ON THIS? ANY ASSISTANCE THE FBI CAN OFFER, YOU LET ME KNOW.
YOU THINK THIS WAS RED JOHN? I DON'T SEE ANY SIGNS OF IT.
RED JOHN IS CLEAN AND EFFICIENT. THIS WAS SLOPPY.
ALL RIGHT, WELL, IT COULD BE DELIBERATE,
KEEP YOU OFF HIS TRAIL. RED JOHN ALREADY TOOK JANE ONCE AND LET HIM GO.
WHY WOULD HE TAKE HIM AGAIN? HE'S A PSYCHO. WHO KNOWS WHY HE DOES WHAT HE DOES?
YEAH, WELL, HE TAKES HIM A SECOND TIME,
I DON'T THINK HE'S COMING BACK, SO LET'S JUST ASSUME
THAT IT'S NOT HIM UNTIL WE HEAR SOMETHING OTHERWISE.
RIGSBY, WHERE ARE WE WITH THE LICENSE PLATE?
GOT A LIST OF CARS WITH ARIZONA PLATES THAT HAVE BEEN STOPPED
AND TICKETED IN THE STATE. GETTING THE NAMES NOW. CHO, BALLISTICS?
DEAD END. NO MATCHES FROM THE SHELL CASINGS
WE FOUND AT THE SCENE. HELP RIGSBY RUN THE ARIZONA NAMES.
(Cho) ALREADY AM. TERESA, I NEED A STATEMENT.
YOU ALREADY HAVE MY STATEMENT, BRENDA.
WHAT'S THIS ABOUT? IF WE DON'T SAY SOMETHING ABOUT JANE,
THERE'S GONNA BE RUMORS AND LIES OUT THERE UNTIL WE DO. THAT'S FINE WITH ME.
NOT WITH ME. DOES JANE HAVE MONEY?
UH, JUST ENOUGH TO USE. HE DOESN'T REALLY CARE ABOUT MONEY.
OKAY, SO THIS PROBABLY ISN'T A KIDNAPPING FOR RANSOM,
WHICH MEANS WHOEVER DID THIS IS MOTIVATED
BY SOMETHING PERSONAL-- ANGER, REVENGE. YEAH.
SO IT WOULD PROBABLY BE A GOOD IDEA
TO GET JANE'S NAME AND PICTURE OUT IN THE MEDIA.
RIGHT. HUMANIZE HIM. LET THEM KNOW WE'RE LOOKING FOR HIM.
WE SHOULDN'T MAKE A STATEMENT UNTIL WE KNOW SOMETHING.
I'M SORRY, BUT THAT IS NOT YOUR CALL. OKAY, BRENDA.
CBI CONSULTANT PATRICK JANE HAS BEEN TAKEN
BY PERSON OR PERSONS UNKNOWN.
WE'RE INVESTIGATING AND CONDUCTING A SEARCH--
AN EXTENSIVE SEARCH-- IN THE AREA. OKAY?
THAT'LL WORK.
HEY. ARE YOU WORKING THIS?
YEAH. SORRY, I DIDN'T GET A CHANCE TO CALL.
IT'S OKAY. I'LL FIND YOU LATER. RIGHT.
(exhales deeply)
WE DIDN'T NEED TO SHARE THIS WITH THE PUBLIC.
YES, WE DID.
AND, TERESA, NOT SAYING SOMETHING DOESN'T MEAN
THAT SOMETHING ISN'T HAPPENING.
I KNOW.
SO, CAN YOU GET ME A RUNDOWN ON HIS ENEMIES?
YOU MEAN, THE BAD GUYS? OR COPS, LAWYERS...
WHAT, HE MESSED WITH COPS THAT BADLY?
(sighs) OH, YES,
BUT I DON'T THINK A COP WOULD COME AFTER A CITIZEN OVER JANE.
ALL RIGHT. SO WHAT ABOUT HIS PERSONAL LIFE--
FAMILY, FRIENDS, LOVERS? HE'S A LONER. WE'RE HIS FAMILY, PRETTY MUCH.
YEAH. (knock on door)
I WENT THROUGH JANE'S CALLS FOR THE PAST THREE WEEKS.
THEY'RE ALL CASE-RELATED. NOTHING ELSE. LOOK FURTHER BACK.
OKAY. DIDN'T ONE OF JANE'S OLD PSYCHIC CLIENTS COME AFTER HIM?
(Hightower) YEAH, WE'RE GOING THROUGH HIS CLIENT LIST,
BUT WHY COME AFTER HIM NOW?
I MEAN, IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE HE WAS IN THAT GAME.
RIGHT. WHICH LEADS US TO THE INEVITABLE CONCLUSION.
I THINK SOMEONE JANE PUT AWAY IS GETTING BACK AT HIM.
MAYBE THEY'VE BEEN RELEASED. MAYBE THEY'RE REACHING OUT
FROM PRISON. WHICHEVER IT IS, WE NEED TO GO THROUGH
EVERY CASE JANE'S WORKED ON SINCE HE CAME TO THE CBI.
VAN PELT, START DIGGING.
WHOEVER DID THIS HAS PROBABLY BEEN UNHAPPY A LONG TIME.
(grunts)
(door opens)
(click)
EVERYTHING OKAY?
(breathing heavily) YOU SAID... YOU CAN MAKE IT HURT LESS.
SURE. I CAN DO THAT.
WHAT'D YOU MEAN BY THAT?
PAIN'S IN THE MIND,
AND THAT'S MY SPECIALTY.
YOU GOT SOME KIND OF PILL ON YOU?
(whispers) NO. NO.
(normal voice) JUST RELAX. LOOK AT ME.
LET MY VOICE TAKE THE PLACE OF THE PAIN.
FEEL THE PAIN GETTING SMALLER.
FEEL THE PAIN GOING AWAY.
IT'S FOLDING IN ON ITSELF.
FOLDING...
AND YOU'RE FEELING RELAXED...
AND CALM.
(gunshots, thud)
(chuckles)
HELLO, PATRICK.
DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
MAYBE.
THAT MEANS YOU DON'T.
NO, IT JUST MEANS THAT I HAVE DIFFICULTY TALKING
WHEN SOMEONE IS POINTING A GUN AT ME.
WHY?
DOES IT MAKE YOU SCARED?
YES, IT DOES. I DON'T LIKE BEING BULLIED.
PLEASE PUT THE GUN DOWN.
MM. I LIKE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW TOO MUCH.
THEN JUST TAKE A PHOTOGRAPH. PLEASE PUT THE GUN DOWN. I--
IF YOU WERE GONNA KILL ME, THEN YOU WOULD'VE KILLED ME ALREADY.
WHATEVER YOU WANT FROM ME, YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET IT
UNLESS YOU PUT THE GUN DOWN.
(chuckles)
THANK YOU.
YOU DON'T REMEMBER ME, DO YOU?
IS THAT STRANGE?
GIVEN THE WAY YOU'RE CARRYING YOURSELF, I'D BE SURPRISED
IF YOUR OWN MOTHER RECOGNIZED YOU.
MM. WELL, MY MOTHER DIED WHEN I WAS BORN,
SO YOU'RE PROBABLY RIGHT.
SORRY. BAD CHOICE.
LITTLE HARSH ON YOUR COLLEAGUE THERE.
(chuckles)
WHO CARES ABOUT HIM?
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. (chuckles)
YOU'RE HERE.
I MEAN, YOU'RE REALLY-- YOU'RE REALLY HERE.
YEAH. I'M--I'M HERE.
MM.
SO WHAT'S THE PLAN, RACHEL?
HMM. SO YOU DO KNOW WHO I AM.
HOW MANY MOTHERLESS 23-YEAR-OLDS
WITH A SLIGHT PIGEON-TOED STANCE
AND A HINT OF A NEW ENGLAND CHILDHOOD
IN THEIR VOICE DO YOU THINK I'VE MET?
IT WAS A TRICK THEN-- THE COMMENT ABOUT MY MOTHER.
(laughs) YOU ARE A SLY ONE, MR. JANE.
THIS IS ABOUT YOUR FATHER, ISN'T IT?
WE'RE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS.
WE CAN TALK ABOUT WHATEVER YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT. NO. WE'RE NOT GOING TO TALK, PERIOD.
OKAY. I KNOW WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU TALK TO PEOPLE--
THAT GENTLE HAND ON THEIR SHOULDER, THE LONG LOOK
IN THEIR EYES. YOU'RE NOT DOING THAT TO ME. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
YOU THINK I'M STUPID. NO, I DON'T.
YOU THINK EVERYBODY'S STUPID EXCEPT FOR YOU. YOU'RE WRONG. NO. NO.
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE.
I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.
(bullet ricochets) BUT I AM GOING TO HURT YOU FIRST.
(panting)
I HAVE TO TAKE MY MEDICATION NOW.
(breathing heavily)
(door closes)
(footsteps overhead)
(Brenda) AND EVERYONE AT CBI IS HOPING AND WORKING
FOR THE SAFE RETURN OF OUR FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE.
WE ALSO WANT TO EXTEND OUR CONDOLENCES
TO THE FAMILY OF NORBERTO RIVERA,
WHO DIED TRYING TO HELP MR. JANE.
THE CBI IS OFFERING A $10,000 REWARD FOR ANYONE
PROVIDING INFORMATION LEADING TO THE RETURN OF MR. JANE.
WE ARE GOING TO PUT UP A PHONE NUMBER.
WE ENCOURAGE ANYONE WITH RELEVANT INFORMATION TO CALL.
THANK YOU. (turns off TV)
THESE ARE JANE'S CASES.
WE NEED A DISPOSITION ON EACH CASE.
IS THE SUSPECT IN JAIL? IF NOT, WHERE ARE THEY?
THEN LOOK FOR ANYTHING THAT STICKS OUT. OKAY.
MORE CASES? COMPLAINTS. I WENT DOWN TO THE OUTREACH OFFICER
IN COMMUNITY RELATIONS AND ASKED IF THEY HAD A FILE ON JANE. LOOKS LIKE THERE'S MORE THAN ONE.
(sighs) HE HAS HIS OWN FILING CABINET. HAVE BOB IN ADMIN HAVE HIS JUNIORS HELP YOU
DO A PRELIMINARY SEARCH. I'LL CLEAR IT WITH HIGHTOWER. (Rigsby) I GOT SOMETHING.
(file thuds) C.H.P. GOT A CALL FROM A RANCHER OUTSIDE WILTON.
SAYS ONE OF HIS WORKERS SAW A GRAY CAR ON A PRIVATE ROAD
THAT RUNS THROUGH HIS LAND A FEW HOURS AGO.
A FARMHAND APPROACHED THE CAR. DRIVER WAVED A GUN AT HIM. WILTON? THAT'S SOUTH OF WHERE JANE WAS TAKEN.
THE WITNESS SAID HE WAS GOING NORTH.
(picks up telephone receiver) I'LL GET WILTON P.D. TO CHECK IT OUT.
YOU GO. O'LAUGHLIN, YOU MIND GOING WITH HIM? (receiver clatters)
WE'VE ALREADY HAD ONE PERSON TAKEN TODAY. UNTIL WE KNOW
WHAT'S GOING ON, I DON'T WANT ANYONE GOING ANYWHERE ALONE. (file thuds)
SURE. LET'S GO.
(telephone ringing in distance)
(Rigsby) THANKS FOR COMING ALONG. NO PROBLEM.
(button clicks)
SECOND SET OF EYES. ALWAYS GOOD.
YEAH.
(exhales deeply)
I'LL DRIVE.
(rattling)
AREN'T YOU WORKING JANE'S CASE FILES?
(sighs) LISBON WANTS ME TO GO THROUGH HIS DESK FIRST.
NOT THAT ANY OF THIS IS GETTING US ANYWHERE.
YOU EVER SEEN WHERE HE KEEPS THE KEY? NO.
(sighs) I'LL GET TECH SERVICES TO HAVE 'EM POP THE LOCK.
NAH, THAT'LL TAKE TOO LONG. HERE.
(lock clicks)
THANKS.
DON'T TELL JANE I DID THAT.
(sighs) OKAY.
COUGH DROPS.
SUPERGLUE.
CLIPPINGS.
PFFT. BIG HELP.
WELL, IT FIGURES.
JANE'S NOT GONNA KEEP ANYTHING IMPORTANT IN THE OFFICE.
WAIT. THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE IN HERE.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
IT'S TAPED TO THE TOP OF THE DRAWER.
(chuckles)
YOU THINK HE'S DEAD?
(telephone rings)
(sighs)
(ring, button clicks)
CHO.
WHO?
(receiver clatters)
HEY, BOSS. CALL FOR YOU. LINUS WAGNER FROM COUNTY JAIL.
LINE TWO. LINUS WAGNER?
HE SAYS IT'S ABOUT JANE.
WHO'S LINUS WAGNER?
HE'S THIS CREEPY DOCTOR THAT JANE PUT AWAY
A COUPLE YEARS AGO.
HE--HE KILLED TWO PEOPLE
AND TRIED TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE RED JOHN DID IT.
(button clicks)
THIS IS LISBON.
AGENT. DR. LINUS WAGNER. HOW ARE YOU?
WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?
I happened to see on the TV in our recreation area
the announcement about Patrick Jane.
VERY SORRY TO HEAR IT. I HOPE HE'S ALL RIGHT.
YEAH, I'M SURE. DO YOU HAVE INFORMATION ABOUT HIM?
Yes. Yes, I think I may.
WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT HERE, AND WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT?
JUST TELL ME.
NO. YOU SHOULD COME.
(cell door clanks)
IT'S COMPLICATED.
(line disconnects)
(emergency radio chatter)
(Rigsby) OKAY. HERE WE GO.
MR. MENDOZA?
YEAH?
WAYNE RIGSBY, CBI. YOU CALLED C.H.P. ABOUT THE CAR?
THAT'S RIGHT. YOU COULD'VE MENTIONED IT WAS ON FIRE.
W-WELL, IT WASN'T. NOT--NOT THEN.
ONE OF MY HANDS SAW A CAR ON OUR ROAD WITH A GUY HOLDING A GUN,
SO I CALLED THE COPS.
A LITTLE LATER I SAW SMOKE, SO I CALLED THE FIRE DEPARTMENT.
YOU COULD'VE GIVEN US A HEADS-UP. WHY? YOU GUYS PUT OUT FIRES?
YOUR GUY GET A LOOK AT THE DRIVER?
CAN HE GIVE US A DESCRIPTION? NO. UH, HE SAID HE WAS WEARING A SWEATSHIRT
WITH, UH, WITH THE HOOD UP. THANKS.
I HAVE NOTHING. YOU?
NOPE. (sighs)
WE GOT CALIFORNIA PLATES.
SECOND THING THE WITNESS GOT WRONG. TYPICAL.
LOOK, THEY MUST'VE BROUGHT JANE HERE
AND SWITCHED TO ANOTHER CAR.
YEP. IT'S STOLEN.
FORENSICS CAN SIFT THE ASHES.
WE SHOULD GET BACK TO THE OFFICE.
RIGSBY?
WHAT PEOPLE DON'T REALIZE IS WHEN THEY TORCH A CAR,
THE GAS TANK GOES FIRST.
WHOLE THING BURNS BACK TO FRONT.
SO THE TRUNK GETS INCINERATED, BUT SOMETIMES...
SOMETIMES STUFF UP FRONT SURVIVES.
WELL, THE CAR'S STOLEN. PAPERWORK'S USELESS.
THE GUY WHO TOOK JANE-- HE GOT SHOT, RIGHT?
SO HE'S DRIVING, AND HE'S BLEEDING.
HE'S LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO PUT ON THE WOUND.
WHAT DO PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY'RE DRIVING AND THEY'RE LOOKING
FOR SOMETHING IN THE GLOVE COMPARTMENT?
(papers rustle)
THIS... WE TAKE TO FORENSICS.
AH. A FINGERPRINT. NO NEED. HOLD IT UP.
WHY?
BUREAU TECHS CAN SCAN THE IMAGE INTO A.F.I.S. (camera shutter clicks)
IF HE'S IN THE SYSTEM, WE'LL HAVE AN I.D. IN TEN MINUTES.
NICE CATCH.
YEAH.
THANKS.
(Van Pelt) THE PRINT RIGSBY FOUND
MATCHES A GUY NAMED FRED KITTEL, A THUG OUT OF YUBA CITY.
ARRESTS FOR ASSAULT, ARMED ROBBERY, AND ATTEMPTED MURDER.
WHERE'S THE JANE CONNECTION? CAN'T SEE ONE. HE WASN'T INVOLVED IN ANY OF JANE'S CASES,
AND HE'S NEVER BEEN QUESTIONED BY THE CBI.
SO VERY LIKELY HE'S A HIRED HAND.
SOMEBODY CHECKING HIS RESIDENCE?
YUBA CITY P.D. WENT. SAY IT'S EMPTY, STRIPPED.
THEY'RE CIRCULATING HIS PICTURE.
OKAY.
CHECK HIS FAMILY, RUNNING BUDDIES, CELLMATES, EMPLOYERS.
GOTTA BE A CONNECTION.
(buzzer sounds)
(cell door clanks)
(clank)
(keys jangle)
(door squeaks)
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU FOR MAKING THE TRIP, AGENT.
WHY AM I HERE, WAGNER?
(chuckles)
I DO HOPE WE CAN BE CORDIAL.
WHAT'S THE INFORMATION?
I'VE BEEN IN CONTACT
WITH THE PERSON BEHIND JANE'S DISAPPEARANCE.
WHO'S THAT?
FIRST THINGS FIRST.
(cell door clanks in distance)
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'VE KEPT UP WITH MY TRIAL.
IT WAS LONG
AND... TEDIOUS.
UNFORTUNATELY, IT CONCLUDED WITH MY CONVICTION
ON TWO COUNTS OF FIRST-DEGREE MURDER,
SO THE DEATH PENALTY IS AN OPTION.
THAT SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT.
(chuckles)
SENTENCING IS IN A FEW WEEKS.
THE JUDGE MIGHT BE CONVINCED
TO CHOOSE SOMETHING... LESSER.
LIFE IN PRISON, SAY.
PREFERABLE, FROM MY POINT OF VIEW,
BUT I NEED PEOPLE
TO TESTIFY ON MY BEHALF,
TO ASK FOR CLEMENCY,
AND WHO BETTER THAN A CBI AGENT?
CLEMENCY? ON WHAT POSSIBLE GROUNDS?
(buzzer sounds in distance)
FOR COMPASSION'S SAKE
AND... AND...
HUMANITY,
MORE THAN ANY PARTICULAR PERSONAL WORTH
I MIGHT HAVE.
ALTHOUGH I DID DO A GREAT DEAL OF GOOD
IN MY TIME, AS YOU KNOW.
THERE ARE VILLAGES IN AFRICA--
YOU KILLED AND MUTILATED TWO PEOPLE.
I'M AWARE OF THAT.
(cell door clanks in distance)
IF YOU HELP US WITH JANE,
WE CAN HELP MAKE YOUR LIFE EASIER IN HERE.
AGENT, I'M ABOUT TO BE PUT ON DEATH ROW.
DO YOU REALLY THINK
I CARE ABOUT EXTRA SOAP AND CHEESEBURGERS?
YOUR FRIEND JANE IS VERY CLEVER,
BUT I DON'T THINK HE REALIZES
THE RAGEFUL FEELINGS HIS TRICKERY CAN PROVOKE.
I'VE FELT THAT RAGE.
I'VE THOUGHT OF VARIOUS UNPLEASANT THINGS
I WOULD DO TO HIM,
AND RIGHT NOW SOMEONE IS ACTING
ON THOUGHTS LIKE THOSE.
AREN'T YOU WORRIED WHAT'S BEING DONE TO HIM?
THERE ARE THINGS SO MUCH WORSE
THAN KILLING A MAN.
YOU CAN GO TO HELL.
AND WHEN THEY KILL YOU, I'M GONNA BE THERE TO WATCH.
COME ON.
(buzzer sounds)
(cell door clanks in distance)
(lock clicks, door squeaks)
(door squeaks)
(door clanks shut)
I WILL TELL THEM THAT YOU HELPED ON A CASE
AND ASK FOR CLEMENCY,
BUT ONLY IF YOUR INFORMATION BRINGS JANE BACK ALIVE.
I DON'T CONTROL THAT.
I DON'T CARE.
(cell door clanks in distance)
(clears throat)
I'VE DONE A LOT OF WRITING IN HERE.
THE BOUNTIFUL FREE TIME.
A WHILE BACK, I PUBLISHED AN ARTICLE
IN AN ONLINE JOURNAL ABOUT EMOTIONAL TRAUMA
AND ITS EFFECT ON THE PSYCHE.
IT INCLUDED SOME OBSERVATIONS ON JANE.
NOT LONG AFTER,
I GOT A LETTER FROM A YOUNG WOMAN WHO CLAIMED
TO BE A GRADUATE STUDENT IN PSYCHOLOGY.
SHE SAID SHE WAS RESEARCHING JANE,
BUT SHE DIDN'T KNOW A LICK ABOUT PSYCHOLOGY.
SHE WAS, HOWEVER,
OBSESSED WITH JANE...
AND EXCEEDINGLY HOSTILE TOWARD HIM.
WHAT'S HER NAME?
YOU, UH...
YOU PLANNING ON DOING ANYTHING ABOUT HIM?
NO.
THAT'S NOT VERY HYGIENIC.
YOU KNOW, MAYBE YOU CAN JUST SHOVE HIM IN THE CORNER
BEFORE HE STARTS TO SMELL. I MEAN, I'D DO IT MYSELF, BUT...
NO.
FINE. (chuckles)
THAT SMELL GETS IN YOUR DRAPES, YOU'RE NEVER GETTING IT OUT.
YOU THINK EVERYTHING'S FUNNY.
JUST THE FUNNY THINGS.
(chuckles) YOU NEVER FEEL GUILTY, DO YOU?
I FEEL GUILTY EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY.
SEE?
YOU DID IT. (chuckles)
YOU GOT ME TALKING AGAIN, TRYING TO MESS WITH MY MIND.
IT'S ABUSIVE, WHAT YOU DO.
YOU USE PEOPLE...
LIKE TOYS.
NO THOUGHT FOR THE DAMAGE YOU DO,
THE PEOPLE YOU HURT.
I'M SORRY ABOUT YOUR FATHER.
MAYBE YOU THINK YOU ARE. I AM.
NO, YOU'RE NOT YET.
YOU WILL BE.
YOU EVER SEE A RANCHER USE A CATTLE PROD?
(electricity crackles)
NO. NO, RACHEL.
CATTLE CAN BE STUBBORN.
TAKES A REAL JOLT TO GET THEM GOING.
IT MUST HURT. (crackle)
YOU'LL HAVE TO LET ME KNOW.
NO.
(crackle)
THE GIRL WHO WAS THE WITNESS? I THOUGHT C.H.P. CHECKED HER OUT.
NOW THEY'RE SAYING THE LICENSE AND REGISTRATION ARE FAKES--
TOP DOLLAR FORGERIES.
THEY NEVER WOULD'VE CAUGHT IT IF THEY HADN'T TAKEN A SECOND LOOK.
SO DO WE HAVE ANY IDEA WHO SHERRY WINGER REALLY IS
OR WHERE SHE IS?
NO. NO. THE ONLY THING WE KNOW FOR SURE IS THAT SHE HATED JANE.
LINUS GAVE ME COPIES OF THE LETTERS SHE WROTE TO HIM.
I GAVE THE ORIGINALS TO FORENSICS
SO THEY COULD RUN THE PAPER. WHY WOULD SHE SHOW UP AT THE SCENE?
IT SEEMS LIKE THE LAST PLACE SHE'D WANT TO BE. MISDIRECTION. SHE GIVES US THE WRONG LICENSE PLATE--
WE HEAD NORTH INSTEAD OF GOING SOUTH. BOSS, I'VE READ SOMETHING ELSE WRITTEN BY THIS PERSON.
YOU SURE? YEAH, THERE ARE PHRASES THAT I'VE SEEN BEFORE.
THIS ONE CALLS JANE A COYOTE-LIKE TRICKSTER,
AND IN ONE OF THESE...
WAIT A MINUTE.
WHERE... HERE.
IN THIS ONE.
CALLS JANE A TRICKSTER, A COYOTE.
WHO WROTE THAT LETTER? IT'S FROM THE DAUGHTER OF DON BOWMAN.
GET A COPY OF SHERRY WINGER'S LICENSE.
WHO'S DON BOWMAN?
CASE FROM THREE YEARS AGO. INSURANCE COMPANY EXECUTIVE.
HE WAS WRITING FAKE POLICIES AND CASHING THEM IN.
COMPANY AUDITOR FOUND OUT, SO BOWMAN KILLED HIM.
THAT'S BOWMAN.
AND JANE PUT HIM AWAY? HE HAD A DAUGHTER-- RACHEL, 19.
HE WAS A SINGLE FATHER. SHE IDOLIZED HIM. HE ADORED HER.
OKAY. JANE FORGES A LETTER TO BOWMAN UNDER RACHEL'S NAME,
CLAIMING SHE'S DISCOVERED PROOF THAT HE COMMITTED THE MURDER.
SHE'S DEVASTATED, DOESN'T KNOW WHETHER TO GO TO THE POLICE
OR KILL HERSELF. SO BOWMAN RACES TO HIS DAUGHTER.
HE'S SO SORRY. HE DID IT ALL FOR HER.
SHE NEEDS TO KEEP THE SECRET. AND YOU'RE THERE? JANE HAS YOU THERE?
WE GOT THE WHOLE CONVERSATION ON TAPE. JUST CHECKED THE RECORDS. DON BOWMAN AND FRED KITTEL
WERE BOTH IMPRISONED AT CORCORAN AT THE SAME TIME. THAT'S THE CONNECTION.
BUT BOWMAN COULDN'T BE BEHIND THIS. WHY NOT?
HE'S DEAD. DIED IN PRISON ABOUT A YEAR AGO. BOWMAN'S DEAD, BUT HIS DAUGHTER ISN'T.
IS THAT THE DRIVER'S LICENSE PICTURE?
MM-HMM. LOOK AT THIS.
(Hightower) LET ME SEE THAT. RACHEL BOWMAN. SHERRY WINGER.
OOH, MISS RACHEL'S HAD SOME WORK DONE, BUT THAT'S HER.
GET HER ADDRESS FAST. OKAY.
YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT MY FATHER DIED IN PRISON, DID YOU?
NO.
OF AN INFECTION.
(chuckles) DO YOU KNOW HOW INCREDIBLY STUPID THAT IS?
SIMPLE ANTIBIOTICS COULD'VE SAVED HIM...
(chuckles) BUT A PRISON HOSPITAL--
IT'S--IT'S A NIGHTMARE IN THERE.
THEY JUST LET HIM DIE,
BUT YOU KILLED HIM.
(clicks)
(police radio chatter)
(clicking)
(vehicle door closes)
(engines start)
(doors close)
(siren wails)
YOU KNOW, YOUR ANGER IS MISPLACED.
OH, REALLY?
YOU CAN'T BE ANGRY WITH YOUR FATHER,
SO... HERE I AM.
DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT. MY FATHER LOVED ME.
HE TOOK CARE OF ME, PROVIDED FOR ME.
I'M ALL HE EVER CARED ABOUT.
YES, YOU ARE, AND HE WOULDN'T WANT YOU DOING THIS.
MM. OH, I THINK HE WOULD BE VERY PROUD.
HE LOVED ME SO MUCH,
AND YOU MADE ME BETRAY HIM.
WHEN YOU WERE TALKING TO ME,
ASKING ABOUT ME AND MY DAD...
(chuckles) I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE ACTUALLY CONCERNED.
I MEAN, I THOUGHT THAT YOU LIKED ME.
(vehicle doors open and close)
YOU WANT ME TO BE SORRY? OKAY. I AM SORRY.
I'M SORRY THAT THE LOSS OF YOUR FATHER DROVE YOU MAD,
BUT I DON'T REGRET
WHAT I DID TO HIM.
HE WAS A THIEF AND A MURDERER,
AND I DID EVERYTHING I COULD TO CATCH HIM,
BECAUSE THAT'S JUST WHO I AM.
(laughs)
(electricity crackling)
(screams)
(lowered voice) YOU SET?
(whispers) YEAH. GO!
(crash, alarm sounding)
(Rigsby) CLEAR! (Cho) CLEAR!
(man) KITCHEN CLEAR!
(man) SECOND STORY CLEAR!
(pants) HOUSE IS EMPTY! THERE'S DUST EVERYWHERE!
IT LOOKS LIKE SHE'S BEEN GONE FOR WEEKS! BASEMENT?
NOTHIN'! ALL RIGHT, LET'S GET FORENSICS IN HERE!
LOOK FOR ANYTHING THAT'LL TELL US WHERE SHE WENT!
AND GET SOMEBODY TO TURN OFF THAT DAMN ALARM!
(sighs)
(cell phone rings)
THERE'S SOMEBODY IN MY HOUSE.
I GOTTA GO.
I'LL BE BACK.
RACHEL, CAN YOU PLEASE MOVE THAT THING?
PLEASE.
PLEASE. PLEASE, THE STENCH IS UNBEARABLE.
O-OVER THERE, ANYWHERE. JUST PLEASE, PLEASE MOVE HIM.
THANK YOU.
(grunts)
(groans)
SMELL THAT.
(grunts)
(whispers) SORRY, PAL.
(grunts)
(clatter)
(clicking)
SO WE GOT A LINE ON FRED KITTEL'S DAD.
HE'S GOT A PLACE JUST SOUTH OF DIAMOND SPRINGS. YOU AND O'LAUGHLIN GO AND TALK TO HIM.
SURE. I'M GONNA HEAD BACK TO THE OFFICE.
I WANNA LOOK AT SOMETHING IN RACHEL BOWMAN'S FILE.
ALL RIGHT, I'LL HOLD DOWN THE FORT HERE.
(police radio chatter)
(cell phone rings)
(ring)
JANE, WHERE ARE YOU?
(Sherry) Not Jane, Agent.
Just so you know, I'm looking right at you.
Everything will be all right if you do exactly as I say.
If not, Jane will be dead in 15 minutes. Clear?
CLEAR.
Drive another 100 yards and stop at the cafe.
Take your gun out of its holster.
Place it on the seat.
Get out of your car and close the door.
Walk away.
(keys rattle)
15 minutes, Agent.
Now walk down the street and come to the gas station.
(door squeaks)
LET'S GO SEE PATRICK.
AND A 40-BLOCK PERIMETER SECURED AROUND THIS SITE.
NO CAR LEAVES THIS AREA WITHOUT BEING SEARCHED!
NOT ONE!
WE HAVE NO I.D. ON ANY VEHICLE.
THE SUSPECT IS FEMALE, EARLY 20s, BLONDE, ABOUT 5'7".
SHE HAS AT LEAST ONE HOSTAGE AND POSSIBLY TWO WITH HER.
(cell phone rings) GIVE ME A SECOND, OKAY? HEY.
GRACE, THE OFFICE SAID SOMETHING HAPPENED TO LISBON.
SHE'S GONE. WE THINK RACHEL TOOK HER ABOUT 20 MINUTES AGO.
SHE GOT LISBON. WHEN?
JUST NOW. SHOULD WE COME BACK?
HEY, BOSS, DO YOU WANT RIGSBY AND O'LAUGHLIN BACK?
NO. TELL THEM TO FINISH WHAT THEY'RE DOING. HIGHTOWER SAYS NO.
WAYNE...
I KNOW. I KNOW, GRACE. IT'S... IT'S GONNA BE OKAY.
All right. Bye.
(police radio chatter)
MR. KITTEL! THIS IS THE POLICE!
COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!
MR. KITTEL? CBI!
HELLO?!
(beads clack)
(gun cocks) MR. KITTEL, PUT THE GUN DOWN!
NO WAY I AIN'T. PUT IT DOWN NOW.
HELL, NO! YOU GOT NO RIGHT TO BE HERE.
WE JUST WANNA TALK.
FINE! TALK YOURSELVES ON OUTTA HERE!
GO ON!
GET OUT.
GO ON!
ALL RIGHT. THIS IS HOW IT'S GONNA GO.
ON THE COUNT OF THREE,
I'M GONNA SHOOT YOU IN THE HEAD.
RIGSBY-- NO, IT'S MY DEAL!
PUT THE GUN DOWN, OR ON THREE,
I SHOOT YOU IN THE HEAD. YOU READY? ONE...
TAKE IT EASY, OKAY? TWO...
THREE! OKAY!
OKAY.
WHY YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A HARD-ASS FOR?
FREDDY? I AIN'T SEEN FREDDY IN SIX MONTHS.
I COULDN'T TELL YA
ANYTHING ABOUT THAT SON OF A BITCH.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING, WHO HE WAS IN CONTACT WITH?
WHAT HE WAS DOIN'? WELL, THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM,
WHAT HE WAS DOING WAS SMOKIN' WEED
AND LOOKIN' AT PORN ON MY LAPTOP.
YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WE CAN GET IN TOUCH
WITH ANY OF HIS FRIENDS?
NO, THANK GOD.
NIGHT CRAWLERS-- ALL OF 'EM.
THERE IS ONE GOOD THING, THOUGH, THAT HE DID FOR ME RECENTLY.
HE PISSED OFF MY EX-- HIS MOTHER.
HOW'D HE DO THAT?
HA. SHE DON'T TALK TO HIM FOR MONTHS.
HE SHOWS UP, SWEET-TALKS HER INTO GIVING HIM THE KEYS
TO THE FAMILY'S HUNTING CABIN.
AND THEN HE SPLITS WITH ALL THE XANAX.
(laughs) OH, I'LL TELL YA.
I HAD A LAUGH. (chuckles)
WHERE IS THIS CABIN EXACTLY, MR. KITTEL?
GO.
I'M GOING. I'M GOING.
(footsteps descending stairs)
OH.
VISITING HOURS. HEY, LISBON.
HANDS.
WHAT'S THE PLAN, RACHEL? I GET TO WATCH LISBON DIE
JUST LIKE YOU WATCHED YOUR FATHER DIE?
THAT'S RIGHT. WHAT?!
THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT. I'VE BEEN SMELLING GASOLINE.
YOU BURNING THE PLACE DOWN? THAT'S RIGHT.
RACHEL, THINK ABOUT THIS FOR A MINUTE. OH, I HAVE.
OH, SHE CERTAINLY HAS. YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET AWAY WITH IT.
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW IF I DO OR DON'T.
LISBON, I'M SORRY. THIS IS MY FAULT.
I WILL NOT LET YOU BURN ALIVE AS GOD IS MY WITNESS.
GOOD-BYE.
RACHEL. RACHEL, WAIT! RACHEL!
YOU'RE WASTING YOUR ENERGY. YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA?
JUST SO HAPPENS I DO.
WHERE'D YOU GET THAT?
HIM.
(clank)
(grunting)
(sighs) I WAS HOPING TO UNPICK MY HANDCUFFS,
BUT, UH, NO LUCK.
WELL, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? YOU'RE NOT GONNA LIKE IT.
(Lisbon) JANE, DON'T! YOU'RE INSANE!
HELP! AAH!
(thud)
WHAT DID YOU DO?
I SAID I WOULDN'T LET HER BURN.
THIS WAY SHE WON'T SUFFER.
(chuckles)
SON OF A BITCH!
YOU THINK I WON'T HURT YOU MORE?
(electricity crackling) NO! UHH!
I CAN DO THIS ALL NIGHT!
AAH!
OH! (screaming)
GET THE GUN! GET IT!
GET THE GUN!
AAH! (panting)
TO HELL WITH THIS. (gunshots)
(thud)
YOU ALL RIGHT?
UH... I THINK I NEED A SHOWER.
RIGSBY.
HI.
HEY.
I'M HEADING OUT, AND, UH, JUST WANTED TO SAY...
(inhales deeply) IT WAS A GOOD DAY.
YEAH.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU ON THE COUNT OF THREE"
WAS A LITTLE OUT OF THE BOX. (chuckles)
WELL, IT WORKED.
YEAH, IT--IT DID.
LOOK...
WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY IS, UH...
I HOPE WE'RE COOL.
YEAH, 'CAUSE YOU DID SOME OUTSTANDING WORK.
YEAH.
YEAH, WE ARE.
APPRECIATE THAT.
OKAY.
SEE YOU AROUND.
O'LAUGHLIN.
YEAH.
DON'T HURT HER.
OR WHAT?
OR YOU'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME.
WHOA. AHH.
YOU OKAY?
GOOD. THANK YOU.
YOU'RE LOOKING A LITTLE CREAKY.
YEAH.
WELL, A CATTLE PROD WILL DO IT TO YOU.
WELL, THE DOCTOR SAYS THERE'S NO LASTING EFFECTS.
WELL, THAT DOCTOR SHOULD TRY IT HIMSELF SOMETIME.
WELL, THAT WAS A BIG SMILE.
OF COURSE I'M GLAD YOU'RE BACK,
BUT I'M ALSO GLAD WE FINALLY SOLVED ONE WITHOUT YOU.
YOU WERE KIDNAPPED AND DELIVERED TO ME.
THAT COUNTS AS SOLVING ONE?
HIGHTOWER AND THE TEAM FOUND US. BUT IF I HADN'T HELD OFF RACHEL,
THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND US DEAD IN A BURNED OUT HOUSE.
OH, YOU HELD OFF RACHEL. WHERE'S MY APPLE?
YOUR WHAT?
MY APPLE. I ASKED YOU TO GET ME AN APPLE.
I COME THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEATH,
AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOUR STOMACH--A PIECE OF FRUIT. THAT'S RIGHT.
AN APPLE. YES.
WELL, THAT'S JUST PLAIN SELFISH. SELFISH?
YES, IT IS. NOW I-- ME, SELFISH?
YOU'RE ON MY COUCH.
I'M TRYING TO HAVE A CUP OF TEA. HAVE YOU FINISHED?
YOU CALL ME CREAKY. I'VE BEEN CATTLE-PRODDED ALL WEEK.
I JUST WANNA HAVE A REST AND A CUP OF TEA
AND A LITTLE SLEEP. (sighs) WISH I HAD A CATTLE PROD.
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