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The Mentalist s03e11 Episode Script - Bloodsport

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Date: Stay on it!
Yes! Hit him! Hit him again! Kill him! - Kill the son of a bitch.
- Uh, can we just--? Yeah! Break his face! So you must hit a lot of guys, huh? Well, I'm a cop, so comes with the job sometimes.
It's only ever self-- That is so hot.
I would love to see you hit someone.
Oh, uh.
Maybe.
All right, let's fight.
Yes.
Woo-hoo! Charlotte Mitchell was her name.
She was a book writer.
Writing a book.
Got control of the crime scene.
Gonna be a wide suspect list.
Get statements from the guards, vendors, attendants.
- Find out who could get backstage.
- It's gonna be in the hundreds.
Look, uh, just to be clear, I don't own this arena.
I simply promoted the fight.
I have no liability here.
What was Charlotte's connection to you? She was writing a book about this fight.
About my guy Manny Flacco and Rowdy Merriman.
She said it was a microcosm of whatever.
I-- I figured any PR for my boy Manny is good PR.
That's the kind of kid he is.
Got the initial report from the M.
E.
Shot twice.
Close range.
Had a purse.
Money, jewelry all intact.
- 8:30-9 p.
m.
- That was in the middle of the fight.
- Excuse me.
When was the last time you saw Ms.
Mitchell? We were supposed to sit together during the fight.
She didn't show up.
Sir, why are you staring at me like that? I was staring? Oh, I'm so sorry.
My mind was elsewhere.
That's Charlotte Mitchell, right? And you're, uh-- And you're Leonard Artash, promoter.
- Let's go talk to the fighters, shall we? - Really? Well, Rigsby just told us it wasn't a robbery.
We know it wasn't sexual.
It looks like it was in cold blood, so not a crime of passion.
What's that leave? I'd bet your pension this has something to do with the fight.
But Manny and Merriman were in the cage when she was shot.
- Are you a detective? - No.
Well, then.
Manny Flacco, you're the man.
You were fantastic in there.
Messed him up like he was dog meat.
You're gonna be champion of the world, you hear me? Champion of the world.
- You gotta deal with this now? - Yes, ma'am, we do.
What's the problem, Bea? Who are those guys? - They're cops.
- Oh, come on now.
Can it wait? Talk to him after he checks in with the doctor.
- I don't need the doc.
- Better safe than sorry, right? - Manny's got nothing to do with this.
- To do with what? Charlotte Mitchell was murdered this evening.
- Charlotte, murdered? Oh, my God.
- Stay cool.
Don't get excited.
She was found shot to death in a service corridor under the arena.
Happened during your fight.
- You knew and didn't tell me? - We're trying to protect you.
- I didn't want to spoil your night.
- Who did this? That's what we're looking to find out.
You liked her a lot, huh? This lady, uh.
What's her name? - What's her name? - Charlotte Mitchell.
Yeah, I liked her.
Everybody liked her.
She was good people.
- Yeah.
- Yes, she was.
Okay.
Great.
Well, thank you.
Uh, where's Merriman's room? - Oh, so we're done now, are we? - You have some questions? - Yeah.
- She has some questions.
You don't wanna go back there.
These aren't the droids you're looking for.
Tough night, huh? Uh, listen, consolation-wise, you know what Nietzsche said.
Man, who the hell are you? I don't even care, get your butt out of here.
I'm CBI.
I'm investigating a murder.
- You're a cop? - Well, not officially.
Screw murder.
I got a robbery to report.
Flacco wouldn't have won dip if he didn't have the ref in his pocket.
Son of a bitch was head-butting me the whole night.
Ouch.
- Who got murdered? - Charlotte Mitchell.
No kidding? The book writer? Damn.
That's messed up.
Ain't gonna be no book now, I guess.
Heh.
They rape her as well? She was kind of hot.
Hello? Either you're a genius manipulator concealing your complicity in the case or you're a dimly-lit clown.
Which is it? - You were right, big man.
- Say that again.
Get back here and see where running your mouth's gonna get you, punk.
Hey.
Leave him alone.
He's a cop.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
I'll get back to you.
Ballistics came back.
Nine millimeter weapon.
Rifling patterns on the bullets indicate the gun used to kill Charlotte Mitchell was also used in a murder back in 2001.
The weapon was never recovered.
Killer was a man named Joe Reyes.
Got out eight months ago.
Early release.
Cho's working through suspects from the arena.
Take Rigsby, talk to Reyes.
Find out what happened to that gun.
I'm gonna talk to the victim's father.
- Rigsby's busy.
- With what? - Mr.
LaRoche is interviewing him.
- Oh.
A man named Todd Johnson was murdered while in CBI custody.
Yes.
Cop killer.
Burned to death in his cell.
I just wanted to get your opinion on some things.
You were an arson investigator before coming to CBI, right? - Yeah.
In San Diego.
- Yeah.
Are you familiar with - pyrophoric igniters? - Sure.
Liquid or solid? Used in conjunction with a xylene accelerant? - Overkill, I'd say.
- Really? And the fire safety system here in CBI? Easy to access and deactivate? Top-of-the-line ESFR system? No, bypassing that took real know-how.
You could deactivate it, couldn't you? Yes, I could.
Are you accusing me? Are you confessing? Your father is Steven Robert Rigsby? Yes, he is.
What has he got to do with the investigation? Used to be affiliated with the Iron Gods motorcycle gang, yes? - Well, you know he was.
- Yes.
I have his sheet here.
Robbery, narcotics assault, manslaughter.
- Quite the rascal.
- I have nothing to do with my father.
Nothing at all? No card at Christmas? No.
We don't talk, I don't know where he is.
LaRoche, you're supposed to inform me when you talk to one of my people.
That's not a right.
That's a courtesy we extend on occasion.
Well, in the future, I'd like you to extend that courtesy to me.
Thank you, Agent Rigsby.
That should do it.
Till every foe is vanquished And Christ is Lord indeed Amen.
Amen.
Welcome.
We have newcomers, brothers and sisters.
Make them feel welcome.
Joseph Reyes? My gun.
- A woman was killed with my gun? - Same one you used back in 2001.
You just cannot escape the sins of the past.
All you can do is ask the Lord's guidance and keep on, man.
Did you know Charlotte Mitchell? No, ma'am, I did not.
And I don't have that gun, either.
Got rid of it back when you shot that guy? What did you do with it? I gave it to a lady friend of mine at the time.
What did she do with it? I don't know.
I haven't seen her since my arrest.
- What was the lady's name? - Uh.
Dawn.
Dawn May.
Address? Don't know.
Like I said, I didn't look for her when I got out.
After finding my faith, I realized I had to turn my back on all my evil ways and all the people that could possibly lead me back there.
All right.
Thanks for your time.
Why did you kill that man back in 2001? If you don't mind my asking.
I don't know, ma'am.
It was foolishness.
Look, I did a lot of bad things back in the day.
That was just the one they caught me for.
This is God's plan.
- I found it.
- Good.
- Okay, hold it up.
- Dad, heh.
No, come on.
Hold it up.
Higher, higher, higher.
- Okay, that's good.
- It's just a town hall report.
- No, it's your first newspaper arti-- - Heh.
She was a good girl.
A fine human being.
We're sorry for your loss, Mr.
Mitchell.
Thank you.
Would you mind if I just took a little look around? Uh, no, uh, not at all.
The kitchen is there and her office is this way.
These are her notebooks.
She kept good notes.
I taught her that.
I apologized to her only last week for teaching her a dying profession.
Journalism's dying, you know.
All this Internet.
Maybe we should go in the living room, Mr.
Mitchell.
Huh? Yeah.
Um.
I'll take those.
I'll be right there.
Just try and relax, sir.
Can I get you something to drink? Some water, maybe? Yeah, that would be very nice.
Thank you.
--newspaper article.
No, I've been published in real newspapers before.
- Those were not real newspapers.
- Yes, they were so.
No, they weren't.
Now, okay.
All right, all right.
Now, I want you to read from it.
- Come on, read from it.
- I'm reading it.
- Oh, ha, ha.
- Heh, heh, heh.
Out loud.
Go on.
Grove Park Interim Mayor Joyce Franklin presided today over the opening of a brand-new senior center named for retiring councilman Sam Chapin.
- There.
- No.
Read the whole thing.
The center will serve the Grove Park community Jane.
Jane! Get in here! Heart attack.
Ambulance.
Mr.
Mitchell? Stay with me.
A heavy right by Maravich.
Thanks.
Let us know.
The doctors say Tom Mitchell had a major cardiac arrest.
Hmm, I could have told them that.
They were able to stabilize, he's unconscious.
They're gonna keep him in ICU until he wakes up.
Poor man.
Ooh! - Went down and stayed down.
- Oh, yeah.
Been looking through Mitchell's notebooks.
Aside from stuff about the dangers of Mixed Martial Arts fighting and blood markers, she was looking for a fight fixing angle.
- What do you think? - Merriman took a fall? I can't see it.
It's worth killing over, though.
A lot of money to be made on a sure thing.
We should talk to the promoter, Artash.
See what he has to say about fight fixing.
Mr.
Artash.
A 60-40 split.
And an option for his next three fights.
Hey, alternatively, go eat a shoelace.
Hey.
I want the deal done by Friday.
Call me back.
We got it.
Manny fights for the title, six months time.
Two-million dollar purse.
Heh, can I pick them or what? You see that kid with the long hair? He's gonna be my next champion.
- Mark my words.
- Fight fixing.
What can you tell us? No.
That doesn't happen.
The board finds out, everyone involved is done, forever.
And you need a fighter willing to take a dive, which Merriman isn't.
- No? - Egotistical jerk like him? Come on.
Stick the jab and shoot it.
Stick and shoot.
Get off the ropes.
Your fighter looks stronger.
Shouldn't he be winning? He's slower and dumber.
You're Floyd Benton, aren't you? Didn't you train Manny Flacco? Used to.
Until he got too big and smart to learn.
Come on, son of a bitch.
Stick and move.
Come on.
Ah.
- Police, aren't you? - How'd you know? Police and fine women think they got a right to be where they're at.
And you ain't no fine woman, huh? I'm here about Charlotte Mitchell.
Yeah.
Poor girl.
- You think it was about the fight? - What do you think? I think if it wasn't about the fight, you wouldn't be here.
What aspect of the fight do you think would motivate murder? You're the detective.
What, am I supposed to do your job for you? What if I do your job for you? Is that a fair exchange? - Shoot.
- Artash's prospect has a tell.
He taps his forehead before he throws a right uppercut.
When he does that, your guy should step to the right and throw a hook.
Damn if you ain't almost correct.
- You got a good eye.
- Well, thank you.
Now it's your turn.
Charlotte Mitchell.
Who killed her? Don't know.
But I will say this, there's more to Manny Flacco than meets the eye.
Oh.
And what's that? Just a vibe I get.
Does that vibe have anything to do with the fact the he fired you as his trainer? I'm a bigger man than that.
Okay, listen up.
Come here, come here, come here.
Listen, your man there.
There she is.
Joe Reyes' old girlfriend.
Keep on going.
All right.
- Come on now, keep moving.
- Dawn May? - We need to talk.
- What's this about? Remember Joe Reyes? We need to know what happened to a gun he gave you.
Can you guys keep it down? People here might get upset, they knew about my past.
The gun.
What'd you do with it? I gave it to my cousin Bobby.
I don't know what he did with it.
- Where's your cousin Bobby? - Dead.
Got blown up in Iraq.
- Excuse me.
- What's this all about? - Hello.
- Am I in trouble? Agent Rigsby.
This is J.
J.
LaRoche.
Where are you? We need to talk more.
- I'm working a case.
- When are you coming back in? I couldn't say.
It's an active case.
I could ask Agent Lisbon to bring you back.
Should I do that? I'll be there in an hour.
Two kids I'm trying to raise who don't know the life I used to lead.
- We won't speak to your children.
- Ready? Yeah.
Thank you.
We'll be in touch.
Thank you.
Says she was at a parent-teacher conference.
Should be easy to check.
- Anything wrong? Who called? - Nothing.
Nobody.
You said there had been no contact but phone records show six phone calls from your father between June and July of 2008.
What does this have to do with someone burning a cop killer to death here? Nothing, directly.
But it does speak to character.
You're questioning my character? Did you know there are criminological studies that posit criminality as a heritable trait? Like eye color, or a baritone voice.
- What? - I just mean it may not be your fault, Agent Rigsby.
You may simply be predisposed to criminal behavior.
- Scientifically speaking.
- Look, my father called me about a mix-up with his parole officer.
Was I supposed to ignore him? And did you forget that conversation? Or you chose not to--? I forgot.
Are we done here? I think we're done.
Hey.
I got something.
A security guard had a run-in with Charlotte before the fight.
Trying to get into the dressing room.
Didn't have the right kind of access laminate, so he wouldn't let her in.
She got agitated, made a scene, and he threw her out.
- This was at approximately 6:30.
- Six-thirty? That puts her in the arena an hour before the M.
E.
's estimate.
Yep.
And that means Flacco and Merriman both had opportunity.
- They're suspects too.
- Bring them both in.
- See what they have to say.
- Okay.
Mr.
Merriman, your associates are gonna have to wait outside.
- They're cool.
- They're cool outside.
Hey, Flacco, you little punk.
You used plastered wraps, didn't you? I know a little punk like you don't hit that hard.
Mr.
and Mrs.
Flacco, why don't we talk in my office? - Come on, Bea.
- Now you running away, Manny? Just like you did in the cage, huh? Two million people saw me kick your butt.
Live with it.
Oh, hell no.
Come on.
Control yourselves.
Both of you.
Either of you try anything, I'm gonna put you in cuffs.
So let's just calm down and get back to business.
I think you like getting beaten up.
Little masochistic streak there, huh? Thanks for that.
Thanks.
Break it up, guys.
That is enough.
Hey, take it easy! Take it easy.
- Break it up.
- Come on! Come on, knock it off! Break it up now.
What is going on? Do you know what you're doing? - Sit down, Mr.
Lima.
- Not until you tell me why you set Manny up to get jumped.
How we interview is not your concern.
It is if it endangers my fighter.
Manny shouldn't have been called in here anyway.
We need to ask him a few questions.
Please take a seat.
Why? You got the man you want already.
- Rowdy Merriman? - He doesn't like it when he doesn't get what he wants.
He didn't get what he wanted.
- And what did he want? - Guess.
No, I didn't kill the writer lady.
Why would I? I've looked at your rap sheet.
There's a history of violence against women.
Pfft! Man, if I slap a bitch, it's because she asked for it.
Bitches like to get slapped.
Don't ask me why.
- Did Charlotte Mitchell ask for it? - No.
But I asked her, though.
You know? Heh.
Ew! You know, I disgusted her, man.
- Nice clean college lady.
- She rejected you.
How'd that make you feel? Like I had to call another bitch to break me off a piece.
Which I did.
She was researching you and Flacco.
Maybe she found out something you didn't want anybody to know.
I got nothing to hide.
I'm straight up thug and proud of it.
What they gonna say about me that ain't already been said, huh? Now, Little Mr.
Perfect, he's the one got secrets.
Flacco.
What's he got to hide? He was knocking boots with that writer lady.
- Dogging on that nasty wife of his.
- You have proof? Proof.
Man, ask the punk.
Dude, he'll be like: Yeah, go ask him.
Mr.
Flacco, do you want your wife present during our interview? Normally we do this alone.
I need her here.
I got no secrets from Bea.
Okay.
What was your relationship with Charlotte Mitchell? She was writing a book about me and Rowdy, about the fight.
- Which started when? - Since I started training for the fight.
Six months ago.
And how about when you weren't training? What does that mean? She wants to know if you're sleeping with her.
What? No.
- Look at me when you say that.
- Honey, I wasn't sleeping with her.
Honey? Heh, please.
- So he's sleeping with her.
- Bea.
No.
I don't wanna hear it now.
We been together since I'm 13.
Married since 17.
Four kids.
You think I don't know what's going on? He's a professional athlete.
I blame it on the women.
Men don't know any better.
- Baby, I never-- - Manny's good.
He doesn't go crazy.
But we do have the nurse at the physio clinic the two waitresses in Vegas, the girl at Len's club-- Where were you the night of the fight, Ms.
Flacco? Backstage.
I can't take it when Manny's fighting.
I wait until it's over.
- Was anybody with you? - Yes.
Plenty of people.
There's always people around.
But yeah, you know what? I could've sneaked off and killed the lady.
Only I didn't.
We done? For now.
- Bea, come on, don't be mad.
- No, no, no.
Not here.
You wanna talk to Floyd Benton.
The lady was gonna write about how he dopes his young fighters at his gym.
That's why we took Manny out of there.
- Where were you the night of the fight? - At the fight.
I had to buy a ticket, you believe that? Charlotte Mitchell asked you about steroid use at your gym, correct? Beatriz Flacco.
She hasn't liked me since she was a little girl in pigtails.
What's Beatriz Flacco got to do with this? She told you that crap.
We heard from numerous sources that Flacco fired you as his trainer - because you pushed steroids on him.
- No one was pushed.
But there was steroid abuse, and Charlotte found out about it, right? Big scoop.
Athletes get juiced.
- Steroid abuse is a crime.
- Ha, ha, ha.
So arrest me.
I won't resist.
I've done far worse things than abuse steroids.
I wouldn't hurt a lady over picayune nonsense like steroids.
Please.
They all had motive and they all had opportunity.
Hmm.
What about the notebooks? I read her last six months of notes.
- Nothing useful that I could see.
- Could I look? Be my guest.
- Excuse me, agent.
- Mr.
Reyes.
What brings you here? I just saw on TV that that lady who died, her father had a heart attack.
- Now, is he gonna be okay? - Uh, not sure yet.
He's in ICU.
Hmm.
What's up, Mr.
Reyes? Look, I lied before.
Take a seat.
Thanks.
Go ahead.
When I told you I don't see Dawn anymore.
Well, I do see her every now and again.
You know, for old times' sake.
Hey.
Why not? You got me thinking about that gun and the mess it's caused, so I went to see Dawn and she told me she told you she gave that gun to her cousin who passed.
That's right.
We can't track the gun past him.
Yeah, well, it's not true, what she said.
She didn't give that gun to Bobby, God rest his soul.
She just said that because Bobby's dead, he can't deny it.
- She didn't wanna get in trouble.
- What did she do with the gun? Frank Lopez.
We need to talk to you.
CBI.
I never been questioned by the CBI.
Guys.
Thank you.
What you got? Ten years ago, Dawn May gave you a 9 mm handgun.
- She did? - You still have the weapon? - Why do you ask? - The gun was used in a murder.
Oops.
Dawn May.
The name's not ringing any bells.
What kind of gun was it? Nine millimeter.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, it was a nice weapon.
A Glock.
Yeah, Dawn.
Skinny, crazy girl, heh.
What happened to Dawn? Oh, she's fine.
And the Glock? - Oh, I lost it.
- You lost it? Yeah.
Four years ago.
At a club called, uh, Narcissus.
You know it? There was a scuffle.
I had to run after some punk next time I look, the nine was gone.
It was a nice weapon - but what can you do? - Uh-huh.
And, uh, where were you two nights ago? I was here.
Any one of these guys will tell you.
You don't believe me, you can lie detect me.
I ain't worried.
- What'd you get? - That guy LaRoche.
He wants to talk to me.
Wants me to come in.
What'd he talk to you about? Okay, look, uh, I have to tell you something.
Uh.
I should've told you before, but I didn't.
Two years ago, my dad called me.
And he was getting hit with a parole violation.
Seen consorting with known criminals.
And he was looking at a full 20-year bit in Folsom.
- So you alibied him out.
- Yeah, I said he was with me at the time.
But I'm family, so the parole officer wanted to know if there was anybody else there, you know, who could verify it.
And I said you.
- What? - It just came out of my mouth.
I swear to God, if I could've taken it back I would've.
They never checked with you, so I just forgot about it - until LaRoche started questioning me.
- You involved me in perjury and now PSU is investigating it.
- If LaRoche finds out, my career is over.
- Yeah, it is.
- Unless I lie as well.
Back you up, right? - I'm sorry, man.
I put you in a bad spot.
I've been a cop close to ten years.
Never lied to another cop.
Not once.
I'm not asking for you to lie now.
I just-- I want you to do what you think is right.
Yeah.
So, what are you gonna do? I'm not lying for you.
Manny Flacco will be fighting for the middleweight crown on Cinco de Mayo.
It will be a second American Revolution.
What a country.
Where else could a kid from the barrio and a son of Armenian immigrants come together to make this happen? Me, a guy who five years ago owned a few parking lots, a couple restaurants nightclubs and a kid who never graduated high school.
But we had a dream, and today that dream is a reality.
God bless America.
- Anything on Mitchell's notes? - Not a thing.
Manny Flacco is challenging for the middleweight crown.
- Len Artash just announced it.
- What are you doing? Going to talk to Len Artash.
You coming? Pull the guard.
Reverse, reverse, reverse.
Watch the guillotine.
Artash, got some questions for you.
You were born in America, yes? - That's right.
- Your parents are Armenian.
- Yes.
Why? - What was your father's name? - Arik Artashian.
- What's your father's name? - Floyd.
- Uh-huh.
And your mother? Nancy.
What is this about? Nancy.
Doesn't sound like an Armenian name.
No, it's not.
It's what she called herself when she got here to America.
- What was she christened? - Nargiz.
- Do you have a--? - Nargiz.
I bet that means something beautiful.
It's a flower.
Either of you recognize this? No.
What is it? It's Charlotte Mitchell's notebook.
You know what that says? - What about you? - No.
What do you think it is? I don't know.
Some kind of coded shorthand, most likely.
Doesn't matter.
Uh, I'll bet her father knows what it says.
Doctors say Thomas Mitchell has taken a turn for the better.
Uh, expected to regain consciousness in 12 to 24 hours, right? - Right.
- There we have it.
Thomas Mitchell will tell us what this says and I'll bet we will find out what Charlotte learned that got her killed.
I went through that entire notebook.
There wasn't any shorthand in it.
Really? How weird.
I wonder where it came from.
You served in the military, didn't you, Agent Cho? Yes.
Rangers, was it? - Special Forces.
- Ah.
So you understand the concept of honor.
That's an affidavit that Wayne Rigsby signed saying you and he spent an afternoon with his criminal father.
You remember that day, Agent Cho? Agent Rigsby initially claimed to have no contact with his father then became evasive when confronted with his falsehood.
Looking into it, I discovered that Wayne provided an alibi that kept his father out of jail.
And you were part of that alibi.
So.
I just need you to confirm on your honor that you were indeed there that day.
Yes, I was.
I was there with Agent Rigsby and his father.
Okay.
Good.
What did you do that afternoon the three of you? Give me some details.
I don't recall.
Nothing at all? Strange.
I was there.
I'll swear to it.
You need me to sign something to make it official? No.
That won't be necessary.
That'll be all.
Thank you, agent.
I told him I was with you.
We've gotta get to the hospital.
Jane and Van Pelt are already there.
Are you guys okay? Let's go.
I'll explain on the way.
All clear in Mitchell's room.
Hallway's clear.
All clear here.
Wait a minute.
I think I saw Reyes.
He's headed your way.
I see him, Cho.
Cut him off.
- Mr.
Reyes.
- What are you doing here? - Um, I was just coming to pay my respects.
- You can't be here.
You have to leave.
- I didn't mean anything.
- Don't argue, Mr.
Reyes.
This way.
Mr.
Lima, put your hands on your head where I can see them.
Mr.
Mitchell left the ICU yesterday.
But I'll be glad to pass on your best wishes.
Whatever.
You got nothing.
That notebook shorthand crap won't fly in court.
True enough.
I happened to write that notebook shorthand crap myself.
If Charlotte was murdered because she discovered a secret I simply had to convince the killer that the secret didn't die with her.
And voilà .
And this should fly nicely in court.
- You got it all wrong.
- This is the gun that was used to shoot Charlotte Mitchell.
And you're the one who killed her.
Mm-mm-mm.
You can have these back now, Mr.
Mitchell.
I, uh-- I'm sorry, but I scribbled in one of those.
That's, uh, how we caught the man that shot your daughter.
- I hope you don't mind.
- No.
No.
That's okay.
So, um, it's over? You solved the case? Yes.
Now we're just tying up some loose ends.
I never would have figured Suge Lima as a murderer.
It's terrible.
- Shocking.
- Yes, it is.
What for? Why'd he do it? So, uh, is there anything I can do to help? There is, actually.
Your mother's name? The, uh, flower? Yes, Nargiz.
Nargiz.
Which means "narcissus.
" Same name as your club.
- Named it after your mom.
- Yeah.
Club Narcissus, where Frank Lopez lost Joe Reyes' gun.
- The one he got from Dawn May.
- That one.
Who? What? You don't know the guys but we know how you got the gun Lima used to kill Charlotte.
And you're under arrest.
Stand up.
The only thing we don't know is why you had to kill her.
That's what we're gonna find out.
Mr.
Flacco do you remember around a year ago, giving blood to be tested? Sure.
Results came back, said I was healthy as a horse.
Suge told me.
Suge lied.
He and Artash submitted the samples under Suge's name instead of yours, just in case.
Markers showed a high level of protein that indicates cranial bleeding and spinal leakage.
Oh, my God.
Charlotte Mitchell figured out the switch.
I know that blood sample is Manny's, not Lima's.
If Manny gets in that cage, he could die.
What the hell you talking about, lady? And how'd you get your hands on those tests? Stop the fight, Len.
Or else.
All right, all right.
I'll stop the fight.
Calm down.
We got a problem.
Those sons of bitches.
They risked Manny's life.
No MMA authority would let him in the cage if word got out.
It's one doctor's opinion.
He looks fine to me.
Do you really think you'll get away with this? I'm will tell everyone.
Let go of me.
Let go of me.
Let go of me.
It's gonna be fine, baby.
We're gonna make it through this.
You gotta feel for the guy.
He lost his livelihood.
Ehh.
A life of getting hit in the head.
Got his marriage back.
- Seems like a fair trade to me.
- Aren't you the romantic? Makes the world go round.
Hey, Cho.
Thank you.


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Stay on it! Yes! Hit him! Hit him again! Kill him! - Kill the son of a bitch.
- Uh, can we just--? Yeah! Break his face! So you must hit a lot of guys, huh? Well, I'm a cop, so comes with the job sometimes.
It's only ever self-- That is so hot.
I would love to see you hit someone.
Oh, uh.
Maybe.
All right, let's fight.
Yes.
Woo-hoo! Charlotte Mitchell was her name.
She was a book writer.
Writing a book.
Got control of the crime scene.
Gonna be a wide suspect list.
Get statements from the guards, vendors, attendants.
- Find out who could get backstage.
- It's gonna be in the hundreds.
Look, uh, just to be clear, I don't own this arena.
I simply promoted the fight.
I have no liability here.
What was Charlotte's connection to you? She was writing a book about this fight.
About my guy Manny Flacco and Rowdy Merriman.
She said it was a microcosm of whatever.
I-- I figured any PR for my boy Manny is good PR.
That's the kind of kid he is.
Got the initial report from the M.
E.
Shot twice.
Close range.
Had a purse.
Money, jewelry all intact.
- 8:30-9 p.
m.
- That was in the middle of the fight.
- Excuse me.
When was the last time you saw Ms.
Mitchell? We were supposed to sit together during the fight.
She didn't show up.
Sir, why are you staring at me like that? I was staring? Oh, I'm so sorry.
My mind was elsewhere.
That's Charlotte Mitchell, right? And you're, uh-- And you're Leonard Artash, promoter.
- Let's go talk to the fighters, shall we? - Really? Well, Rigsby just told us it wasn't a robbery.
We know it wasn't sexual.
It looks like it was in cold blood, so not a crime of passion.
What's that leave? I'd bet your pension this has something to do with the fight.
But Manny and Merriman were in the cage when she was shot.
- Are you a detective? - No.
Well, then.
Manny Flacco, you're the man.
You were fantastic in there.
Messed him up like he was dog meat.
You're gonna be champion of the world, you hear me? Champion of the world.
- You gotta deal with this now? - Yes, ma'am, we do.
What's the problem, Bea? Who are those guys? - They're cops.
- Oh, come on now.
Can it wait? Talk to him after he checks in with the doctor.
- I don't need the doc.
- Better safe than sorry, right? - Manny's got nothing to do with this.
- To do with what? Charlotte Mitchell was murdered this evening.
- Charlotte, murdered? Oh, my God.
- Stay cool.
Don't get excited.
She was found shot to death in a service corridor under the arena.
Happened during your fight.
- You knew and didn't tell me? - We're trying to protect you.
- I didn't want to spoil your night.
- Who did this? That's what we're looking to find out.
You liked her a lot, huh? This lady, uh.
What's her name? - What's her name? - Charlotte Mitchell.
Yeah, I liked her.
Everybody liked her.
She was good people.
- Yeah.
- Yes, she was.
Okay.
Great.
Well, thank you.
Uh, where's Merriman's room? - Oh, so we're done now, are we? - You have some questions? - Yeah.
- She has some questions.
You don't wanna go back there.
These aren't the droids you're looking for.
Tough night, huh? Uh, listen, consolation-wise, you know what Nietzsche said.
Man, who the hell are you? I don't even care, get your butt out of here.
I'm CBI.
I'm investigating a murder.
- You're a cop? - Well, not officially.
Screw murder.
I got a robbery to report.
Flacco wouldn't have won dip if he didn't have the ref in his pocket.
Son of a bitch was head-butting me the whole night.
Ouch.
- Who got murdered? - Charlotte Mitchell.
No kidding? The book writer? Damn.
That's messed up.
Ain't gonna be no book now, I guess.
Heh.
They rape her as well? She was kind of hot.
Hello? Either you're a genius manipulator concealing your complicity in the case or you're a dimly-lit clown.
Which is it? - You were right, big man.
- Say that again.
Get back here and see where running your mouth's gonna get you, punk.
Hey.
Leave him alone.
He's a cop.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
I'll get back to you.
Ballistics came back.
Nine millimeter weapon.
Rifling patterns on the bullets indicate the gun used to kill Charlotte Mitchell was also used in a murder back in 2001.
The weapon was never recovered.
Killer was a man named Joe Reyes.
Got out eight months ago.
Early release.
Cho's working through suspects from the arena.
Take Rigsby, talk to Reyes.
Find out what happened to that gun.
I'm gonna talk to the victim's father.
- Rigsby's busy.
- With what? - Mr.
LaRoche is interviewing him.
- Oh.
A man named Todd Johnson was murdered while in CBI custody.
Yes.
Cop killer.
Burned to death in his cell.
I just wanted to get your opinion on some things.
You were an arson investigator before coming to CBI, right? - Yeah.
In San Diego.
- Yeah.
Are you familiar with - pyrophoric igniters? - Sure.
Liquid or solid? Used in conjunction with a xylene accelerant? - Overkill, I'd say.
- Really? And the fire safety system here in CBI? Easy to access and deactivate? Top-of-the-line ESFR system? No, bypassing that took real know-how.
You could deactivate it, couldn't you? Yes, I could.
Are you accusing me? Are you confessing? Your father is Steven Robert Rigsby? Yes, he is.
What has he got to do with the investigation? Used to be affiliated with the Iron Gods motorcycle gang, yes? - Well, you know he was.
- Yes.
I have his sheet here.
Robbery, narcotics assault, manslaughter.
- Quite the rascal.
- I have nothing to do with my father.
Nothing at all? No card at Christmas? No.
We don't talk, I don't know where he is.
LaRoche, you're supposed to inform me when you talk to one of my people.
That's not a right.
That's a courtesy we extend on occasion.
Well, in the future, I'd like you to extend that courtesy to me.
Thank you, Agent Rigsby.
That should do it.
Till every foe is vanquished And Christ is Lord indeed Amen.
Amen.
Welcome.
We have newcomers, brothers and sisters.
Make them feel welcome.
Joseph Reyes? My gun.
- A woman was killed with my gun? - Same one you used back in 2001.
You just cannot escape the sins of the past.
All you can do is ask the Lord's guidance and keep on, man.
Did you know Charlotte Mitchell? No, ma'am, I did not.
And I don't have that gun, either.
Got rid of it back when you shot that guy? What did you do with it? I gave it to a lady friend of mine at the time.
What did she do with it? I don't know.
I haven't seen her since my arrest.
- What was the lady's name? - Uh.
Dawn.
Dawn May.
Address? Don't know.
Like I said, I didn't look for her when I got out.
After finding my faith, I realized I had to turn my back on all my evil ways and all the people that could possibly lead me back there.
All right.
Thanks for your time.
Why did you kill that man back in 2001? If you don't mind my asking.
I don't know, ma'am.
It was foolishness.
Look, I did a lot of bad things back in the day.
That was just the one they caught me for.
This is God's plan.
- I found it.
- Good.
- Okay, hold it up.
- Dad, heh.
No, come on.
Hold it up.
Higher, higher, higher.
- Okay, that's good.
- It's just a town hall report.
- No, it's your first newspaper arti-- - Heh.
She was a good girl.
A fine human being.
We're sorry for your loss, Mr.
Mitchell.
Thank you.
Would you mind if I just took a little look around? Uh, no, uh, not at all.
The kitchen is there and her office is this way.
These are her notebooks.
She kept good notes.
I taught her that.
I apologized to her only last week for teaching her a dying profession.
Journalism's dying, you know.
All this Internet.
Maybe we should go in the living room, Mr.
Mitchell.
Huh? Yeah.
Um.
I'll take those.
I'll be right there.
Just try and relax, sir.
Can I get you something to drink? Some water, maybe? Yeah, that would be very nice.
Thank you.
--newspaper article.
No, I've been published in real newspapers before.
- Those were not real newspapers.
- Yes, they were so.
No, they weren't.
Now, okay.
All right, all right.
Now, I want you to read from it.
- Come on, read from it.
- I'm reading it.
- Oh, ha, ha.
- Heh, heh, heh.
Out loud.
Go on.
Grove Park Interim Mayor Joyce Franklin presided today over the opening of a brand-new senior center named for retiring councilman Sam Chapin.
- There.
- No.
Read the whole thing.
The center will serve the Grove Park community Jane.
Jane! Get in here! Heart attack.
Ambulance.
Mr.
Mitchell? Stay with me.
A heavy right by Maravich.
Thanks.
Let us know.
The doctors say Tom Mitchell had a major cardiac arrest.
Hmm, I could have told them that.
They were able to stabilize, he's unconscious.
They're gonna keep him in ICU until he wakes up.
Poor man.
Ooh! - Went down and stayed down.
- Oh, yeah.
Been looking through Mitchell's notebooks.
Aside from stuff about the dangers of Mixed Martial Arts fighting and blood markers, she was looking for a fight fixing angle.
- What do you think? - Merriman took a fall? I can't see it.
It's worth killing over, though.
A lot of money to be made on a sure thing.
We should talk to the promoter, Artash.
See what he has to say about fight fixing.
Mr.
Artash.
A 60-40 split.
And an option for his next three fights.
Hey, alternatively, go eat a shoelace.
Hey.
I want the deal done by Friday.
Call me back.
We got it.
Manny fights for the title, six months time.
Two-million dollar purse.
Heh, can I pick them or what? You see that kid with the long hair? He's gonna be my next champion.
- Mark my words.
- Fight fixing.
What can you tell us? No.
That doesn't happen.
The board finds out, everyone involved is done, forever.
And you need a fighter willing to take a dive, which Merriman isn't.
- No? - Egotistical jerk like him? Come on.
Stick the jab and shoot it.
Stick and shoot.
Get off the ropes.
Your fighter looks stronger.
Shouldn't he be winning? He's slower and dumber.
You're Floyd Benton, aren't you? Didn't you train Manny Flacco? Used to.
Until he got too big and smart to learn.
Come on, son of a bitch.
Stick and move.
Come on.
Ah.
- Police, aren't you? - How'd you know? Police and fine women think they got a right to be where they're at.
And you ain't no fine woman, huh? I'm here about Charlotte Mitchell.
Yeah.
Poor girl.
- You think it was about the fight? - What do you think? I think if it wasn't about the fight, you wouldn't be here.
What aspect of the fight do you think would motivate murder? You're the detective.
What, am I supposed to do your job for you? What if I do your job for you? Is that a fair exchange? - Shoot.
- Artash's prospect has a tell.
He taps his forehead before he throws a right uppercut.
When he does that, your guy should step to the right and throw a hook.
Damn if you ain't almost correct.
- You got a good eye.
- Well, thank you.
Now it's your turn.
Charlotte Mitchell.
Who killed her? Don't know.
But I will say this, there's more to Manny Flacco than meets the eye.
Oh.
And what's that? Just a vibe I get.
Does that vibe have anything to do with the fact the he fired you as his trainer? I'm a bigger man than that.
Okay, listen up.
Come here, come here, come here.
Listen, your man there.
There she is.
Joe Reyes' old girlfriend.
Keep on going.
All right.
- Come on now, keep moving.
- Dawn May? - We need to talk.
- What's this about? Remember Joe Reyes? We need to know what happened to a gun he gave you.
Can you guys keep it down? People here might get upset, they knew about my past.
The gun.
What'd you do with it? I gave it to my cousin Bobby.
I don't know what he did with it.
- Where's your cousin Bobby? - Dead.
Got blown up in Iraq.
- Excuse me.
- What's this all about? - Hello.
- Am I in trouble? Agent Rigsby.
This is J.
J.
LaRoche.
Where are you? We need to talk more.
- I'm working a case.
- When are you coming back in? I couldn't say.
It's an active case.
I could ask Agent Lisbon to bring you back.
Should I do that? I'll be there in an hour.
Two kids I'm trying to raise who don't know the life I used to lead.
- We won't speak to your children.
- Ready? Yeah.
Thank you.
We'll be in touch.
Thank you.
Says she was at a parent-teacher conference.
Should be easy to check.
- Anything wrong? Who called? - Nothing.
Nobody.
You said there had been no contact but phone records show six phone calls from your father between June and July of 2008.
What does this have to do with someone burning a cop killer to death here? Nothing, directly.
But it does speak to character.
You're questioning my character? Did you know there are criminological studies that posit criminality as a heritable trait? Like eye color, or a baritone voice.
- What? - I just mean it may not be your fault, Agent Rigsby.
You may simply be predisposed to criminal behavior.
- Scientifically speaking.
- Look, my father called me about a mix-up with his parole officer.
Was I supposed to ignore him? And did you forget that conversation? Or you chose not to--? I forgot.
Are we done here? I think we're done.
Hey.
I got something.
A security guard had a run-in with Charlotte before the fight.
Trying to get into the dressing room.
Didn't have the right kind of access laminate, so he wouldn't let her in.
She got agitated, made a scene, and he threw her out.
- This was at approximately 6:30.
- Six-thirty? That puts her in the arena an hour before the M.
E.
's estimate.
Yep.
And that means Flacco and Merriman both had opportunity.
- They're suspects too.
- Bring them both in.
- See what they have to say.
- Okay.
Mr.
Merriman, your associates are gonna have to wait outside.
- They're cool.
- They're cool outside.
Hey, Flacco, you little punk.
You used plastered wraps, didn't you? I know a little punk like you don't hit that hard.
Mr.
and Mrs.
Flacco, why don't we talk in my office? - Come on, Bea.
- Now you running away, Manny? Just like you did in the cage, huh? Two million people saw me kick your butt.
Live with it.
Oh, hell no.
Come on.
Control yourselves.
Both of you.
Either of you try anything, I'm gonna put you in cuffs.
So let's just calm down and get back to business.
I think you like getting beaten up.
Little masochistic streak there, huh? Thanks for that.
Thanks.
Break it up, guys.
That is enough.
Hey, take it easy! Take it easy.
- Break it up.
- Come on! Come on, knock it off! Break it up now.
What is going on? Do you know what you're doing? - Sit down, Mr.
Lima.
- Not until you tell me why you set Manny up to get jumped.
How we interview is not your concern.
It is if it endangers my fighter.
Manny shouldn't have been called in here anyway.
We need to ask him a few questions.
Please take a seat.
Why? You got the man you want already.
- Rowdy Merriman? - He doesn't like it when he doesn't get what he wants.
He didn't get what he wanted.
- And what did he want? - Guess.
No, I didn't kill the writer lady.
Why would I? I've looked at your rap sheet.
There's a history of violence against women.
Pfft! Man, if I slap a bitch, it's because she asked for it.
Bitches like to get slapped.
Don't ask me why.
- Did Charlotte Mitchell ask for it? - No.
But I asked her, though.
You know? Heh.
Ew! You know, I disgusted her, man.
- Nice clean college lady.
- She rejected you.
How'd that make you feel? Like I had to call another bitch to break me off a piece.
Which I did.
She was researching you and Flacco.
Maybe she found out something you didn't want anybody to know.
I got nothing to hide.
I'm straight up thug and proud of it.
What they gonna say about me that ain't already been said, huh? Now, Little Mr.
Perfect, he's the one got secrets.
Flacco.
What's he got to hide? He was knocking boots with that writer lady.
- Dogging on that nasty wife of his.
- You have proof? Proof.
Man, ask the punk.
Dude, he'll be like: Yeah, go ask him.
Mr.
Flacco, do you want your wife present during our interview? Normally we do this alone.
I need her here.
I got no secrets from Bea.
Okay.
What was your relationship with Charlotte Mitchell? She was writing a book about me and Rowdy, about the fight.
- Which started when? - Since I started training for the fight.
Six months ago.
And how about when you weren't training? What does that mean? She wants to know if you're sleeping with her.
What? No.
- Look at me when you say that.
- Honey, I wasn't sleeping with her.
Honey? Heh, please.
- So he's sleeping with her.
- Bea.
No.
I don't wanna hear it now.
We been together since I'm 13.
Married since 17.
Four kids.
You think I don't know what's going on? He's a professional athlete.
I blame it on the women.
Men don't know any better.
- Baby, I never-- - Manny's good.
He doesn't go crazy.
But we do have the nurse at the physio clinic the two waitresses in Vegas, the girl at Len's club-- Where were you the night of the fight, Ms.
Flacco? Backstage.
I can't take it when Manny's fighting.
I wait until it's over.
- Was anybody with you? - Yes.
Plenty of people.
There's always people around.
But yeah, you know what? I could've sneaked off and killed the lady.
Only I didn't.
We done? For now.
- Bea, come on, don't be mad.
- No, no, no.
Not here.
You wanna talk to Floyd Benton.
The lady was gonna write about how he dopes his young fighters at his gym.
That's why we took Manny out of there.
- Where were you the night of the fight? - At the fight.
I had to buy a ticket, you believe that? Charlotte Mitchell asked you about steroid use at your gym, correct? Beatriz Flacco.
She hasn't liked me since she was a little girl in pigtails.
What's Beatriz Flacco got to do with this? She told you that crap.
We heard from numerous sources that Flacco fired you as his trainer - because you pushed steroids on him.
- No one was pushed.
But there was steroid abuse, and Charlotte found out about it, right? Big scoop.
Athletes get juiced.
- Steroid abuse is a crime.
- Ha, ha, ha.
So arrest me.
I won't resist.
I've done far worse things than abuse steroids.
I wouldn't hurt a lady over picayune nonsense like steroids.
Please.
They all had motive and they all had opportunity.
Hmm.
What about the notebooks? I read her last six months of notes.
- Nothing useful that I could see.
- Could I look? Be my guest.
- Excuse me, agent.
- Mr.
Reyes.
What brings you here? I just saw on TV that that lady who died, her father had a heart attack.
- Now, is he gonna be okay? - Uh, not sure yet.
He's in ICU.
Hmm.
What's up, Mr.
Reyes? Look, I lied before.
Take a seat.
Thanks.
Go ahead.
When I told you I don't see Dawn anymore.
Well, I do see her every now and again.
You know, for old times' sake.
Hey.
Why not? You got me thinking about that gun and the mess it's caused, so I went to see Dawn and she told me she told you she gave that gun to her cousin who passed.
That's right.
We can't track the gun past him.
Yeah, well, it's not true, what she said.
She didn't give that gun to Bobby, God rest his soul.
She just said that because Bobby's dead, he can't deny it.
- She didn't wanna get in trouble.
- What did she do with the gun? Frank Lopez.
We need to talk to you.
CBI.
I never been questioned by the CBI.
Guys.
Thank you.
What you got? Ten years ago, Dawn May gave you a 9 mm handgun.
- She did? - You still have the weapon? - Why do you ask? - The gun was used in a murder.
Oops.
Dawn May.
The name's not ringing any bells.
What kind of gun was it? Nine millimeter.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, it was a nice weapon.
A Glock.
Yeah, Dawn.
Skinny, crazy girl, heh.
What happened to Dawn? Oh, she's fine.
And the Glock? - Oh, I lost it.
- You lost it? Yeah.
Four years ago.
At a club called, uh, Narcissus.
You know it? There was a scuffle.
I had to run after some punk next time I look, the nine was gone.
It was a nice weapon - but what can you do? - Uh-huh.
And, uh, where were you two nights ago? I was here.
Any one of these guys will tell you.
You don't believe me, you can lie detect me.
I ain't worried.
- What'd you get? - That guy LaRoche.
He wants to talk to me.
Wants me to come in.
What'd he talk to you about? Okay, look, uh, I have to tell you something.
Uh.
I should've told you before, but I didn't.
Two years ago, my dad called me.
And he was getting hit with a parole violation.
Seen consorting with known criminals.
And he was looking at a full 20-year bit in Folsom.
- So you alibied him out.
- Yeah, I said he was with me at the time.
But I'm family, so the parole officer wanted to know if there was anybody else there, you know, who could verify it.
And I said you.
- What? - It just came out of my mouth.
I swear to God, if I could've taken it back I would've.
They never checked with you, so I just forgot about it - until LaRoche started questioning me.
- You involved me in perjury and now PSU is investigating it.
- If LaRoche finds out, my career is over.
- Yeah, it is.
- Unless I lie as well.
Back you up, right? - I'm sorry, man.
I put you in a bad spot.
I've been a cop close to ten years.
Never lied to another cop.
Not once.
I'm not asking for you to lie now.
I just-- I want you to do what you think is right.
Yeah.
So, what are you gonna do? I'm not lying for you.
Manny Flacco will be fighting for the middleweight crown on Cinco de Mayo.
It will be a second American Revolution.
What a country.
Where else could a kid from the barrio and a son of Armenian immigrants come together to make this happen? Me, a guy who five years ago owned a few parking lots, a couple restaurants nightclubs and a kid who never graduated high school.
But we had a dream, and today that dream is a reality.
God bless America.
- Anything on Mitchell's notes? - Not a thing.
Manny Flacco is challenging for the middleweight crown.
- Len Artash just announced it.
- What are you doing? Going to talk to Len Artash.
You coming? Pull the guard.
Reverse, reverse, reverse.
Watch the guillotine.
Artash, got some questions for you.
You were born in America, yes? - That's right.
- Your parents are Armenian.
- Yes.
Why? - What was your father's name? - Arik Artashian.
- What's your father's name? - Floyd.
- Uh-huh.
And your mother? Nancy.
What is this about? Nancy.
Doesn't sound like an Armenian name.
No, it's not.
It's what she called herself when she got here to America.
- What was she christened? - Nargiz.
- Do you have a--? - Nargiz.
I bet that means something beautiful.
It's a flower.
Either of you recognize this? No.
What is it? It's Charlotte Mitchell's notebook.
You know what that says? - What about you? - No.
What do you think it is? I don't know.
Some kind of coded shorthand, most likely.
Doesn't matter.
Uh, I'll bet her father knows what it says.
Doctors say Thomas Mitchell has taken a turn for the better.
Uh, expected to regain consciousness in 12 to 24 hours, right? - Right.
- There we have it.
Thomas Mitchell will tell us what this says and I'll bet we will find out what Charlotte learned that got her killed.
I went through that entire notebook.
There wasn't any shorthand in it.
Really? How weird.
I wonder where it came from.
You served in the military, didn't you, Agent Cho? Yes.
Rangers, was it? - Special Forces.
- Ah.
So you understand the concept of honor.
That's an affidavit that Wayne Rigsby signed saying you and he spent an afternoon with his criminal father.
You remember that day, Agent Cho? Agent Rigsby initially claimed to have no contact with his father then became evasive when confronted with his falsehood.
Looking into it, I discovered that Wayne provided an alibi that kept his father out of jail.
And you were part of that alibi.
So.
I just need you to confirm on your honor that you were indeed there that day.
Yes, I was.
I was there with Agent Rigsby and his father.
Okay.
Good.
What did you do that afternoon the three of you? Give me some details.
I don't recall.
Nothing at all? Strange.
I was there.
I'll swear to it.
You need me to sign something to make it official? No.
That won't be necessary.
That'll be all.
Thank you, agent.
I told him I was with you.
We've gotta get to the hospital.
Jane and Van Pelt are already there.
Are you guys okay? Let's go.
I'll explain on the way.
All clear in Mitchell's room.
Hallway's clear.
All clear here.
Wait a minute.
I think I saw Reyes.
He's headed your way.
I see him, Cho.
Cut him off.
- Mr.
Reyes.
- What are you doing here? - Um, I was just coming to pay my respects.
- You can't be here.
You have to leave.
- I didn't mean anything.
- Don't argue, Mr.
Reyes.
This way.
Mr.
Lima, put your hands on your head where I can see them.
Mr.
Mitchell left the ICU yesterday.
But I'll be glad to pass on your best wishes.
Whatever.
You got nothing.
That notebook shorthand crap won't fly in court.
True enough.
I happened to write that notebook shorthand crap myself.
If Charlotte was murdered because she discovered a secret I simply had to convince the killer that the secret didn't die with her.
And voilà.
And this should fly nicely in court.
- You got it all wrong.
- This is the gun that was used to shoot Charlotte Mitchell.
And you're the one who killed her.
Mm-mm-mm.
You can have these back now, Mr.
Mitchell.
I, uh-- I'm sorry, but I scribbled in one of those.
That's, uh, how we caught the man that shot your daughter.
- I hope you don't mind.
- No.
No.
That's okay.
So, um, it's over? You solved the case? Yes.
Now we're just tying up some loose ends.
I never would have figured Suge Lima as a murderer.
It's terrible.
- Shocking.
- Yes, it is.
What for? Why'd he do it? So, uh, is there anything I can do to help? There is, actually.
Your mother's name? The, uh, flower? Yes, Nargiz.
Nargiz.
Which means "narcissus.
" Same name as your club.
- Named it after your mom.
- Yeah.
Club Narcissus, where Frank Lopez lost Joe Reyes' gun.
- The one he got from Dawn May.
- That one.
Who? What? You don't know the guys but we know how you got the gun Lima used to kill Charlotte.
And you're under arrest.
Stand up.
The only thing we don't know is why you had to kill her.
That's what we're gonna find out.
Mr.
Flacco do you remember around a year ago, giving blood to be tested? Sure.
Results came back, said I was healthy as a horse.
Suge told me.
Suge lied.
He and Artash submitted the samples under Suge's name instead of yours, just in case.
Markers showed a high level of protein that indicates cranial bleeding and spinal leakage.
Oh, my God.
Charlotte Mitchell figured out the switch.
I know that blood sample is Manny's, not Lima's.
If Manny gets in that cage, he could die.
What the hell you talking about, lady? And how'd you get your hands on those tests? Stop the fight, Len.
Or else.
All right, all right.
I'll stop the fight.
Calm down.
We got a problem.
Those sons of bitches.
They risked Manny's life.
No MMA authority would let him in the cage if word got out.
It's one doctor's opinion.
He looks fine to me.
Do you really think you'll get away with this? I'm will tell everyone.
Let go of me.
Let go of me.
Let go of me.
It's gonna be fine, baby.
We're gonna make it through this.
You gotta feel for the guy.
He lost his livelihood.
Ehh.
A life of getting hit in the head.
Got his marriage back.
- Seems like a fair trade to me.
- Aren't you the romantic? Makes the world go round.
Hey, Cho.
Thank you.

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Bloodsport

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The Mentalist s01e05 - Redwood

Sheriff: Nelson
Friends : Niki,(Nicole Gilbert)  Fiance
Boy Friends : Jason
Victim: Kara Palmer.
Kyle.

Sheriff: Girls were last seen leaving Sullivan's Tavern at 1:00 in the morning.
 - A truck driver spotted the car around 5:30 and called it in.
 - Look, I only have four deputies.
 - Only a couple of them have ever seen a body killed in anger.
 - If what we have here is a homicide, I'm gonna need some help.
Lisbon: Just to be clear, except in special circumstances we don't help out, we take over.
 - You need to be okay with that.
Sheriff: Okay.
 - I guess.
Jane: She's not really a morning person.
 - She'll improve.
Jane: Names of the missing women?
Sheriff:  Nicole Gilbert and Kara Palmer.
 - Local girls.
 - Both 21.
 - Work together in a hunting store in town.
 - Last night was Nicole's engagement party.
Lisbon: The car was found exactly like this?
Sheriff:  Yup Well, no.
 - Uh, the door was open just like that.
 - We popped the trunk.
 - Yup, dead as a dodo.
 - No gas either.
Cho:They must have left it running.
 - A different set of tire tracks pulled off the road.
 - A truck or a big SUV, looks like.
Lisbon: They're still fresh.
 - Must be from the trucker who called in the car.
- Make sure Forensics gets a mold.
Cho: Yep. 
Jane: What's going on with your dog?
Deputy(Parker):  He's confused somehow.
 - This behavior?
 - He's saying, "Hey, look, here they are. Give me my Slim Jim already."
Sheriff: Parker, do you have a better dog close by somewhere?
Deputy(Parker): Sir, this is  the best dog in the county.
 - Come on, Dexter.
 - People are waiting on us.
Jane:  Did you look under the car?
Sheriff:  Under the car?
Jane:  Yeah.
Sheriff:  Of course, we looked under the car.
 - Oh, crap.
Jane: One or two?
Cho:  One.
Sheriff:  It's Kara Palmer.
Jane: So where's Nicole Gilbert?

Sounds: Nicole!
Deputy(Parker): Good boy, Dexter.
- He's got her on lock now.
Jane:  Any way to tell from the scent how fast Nicole was moving?
Deputy(Parker): Oh, sure.
 - Dexter's detecting skin cells.
 - They fall off your body all the time at a pretty consistent rate.
 - The faster you move, the thinner the trail.
Jane:  So are we following Nicole on foot or Nicole tied up in the back of a truck?
 Deputy(Parker): I don't know.
Jane: You said you could tell how fast she was moving.
Deputy(Parker): Dexter can tell.
 - I'm just walking behind him.
Sounds: Nicole, can you hear us?
Lisbon: Tell us about Kara and Nicole.
Sheriff:  Known them practically their whole lives.
- Kara was a real sweetheart.
- You'll find no one here who'll say a bad word of Kara Palmer.
- Good church-going family.
- No trouble at all.
Jane: Meaning Nicole Gilbert was trouble?
Sheriff:   Nicole, well, she had her problems.
  -Drugs and drug-related foolishness mostly.
 - Fraud, petty theft.
Lisbon:  Any violent offenses?
Sheriff:  No, no.
 - She was more of a troubled soul than a bad person.
 - Tough life.
 - Her mom died when she was 7.
 - Her father raised her on meth and hot dogs.
 - He's in prison now for drug dealing.
 - Kara and her family were all the stability Nicole ever had.
 - So she and Kara were good friends.
Jane: Odd match.
Sheriff: Real close since they were little.
 - In a small town, you don't choose your friends.
 - They're the same age, they're female.
 - That's enough.

- Kyle.
 - Boys, thank you for coming.
Kyle: Sheriff.
 - Where do you want us? 
Sheriff: You know this valley as well as anyone.
 - Just pick your spots.
Kyle: Do we know if she's armed? 
Jane:  What do you know about this case? 
Kyle: Uh, same thing as everybody else, I guess.
 - Badass townie girl got drunk, stabbed her friend to death, and ran off into the woods.
Sheriff: Kara Palmer died from loss of blood.
 - Nicole Gilbert is missing.
Maybe she ran off, maybe she was abducted.
We don't know.
Don't assume anything.
Message received and understood, ma'am.
All right, fellas.
- You knew Nicole, you think she did this? - Who knows what others are capable of? She sure had built up a lot of bad karma.
But I don't know.
- She seemed to be turning her life around.
- Bad karma doesn't have an expiration date.
Uh, actually, it does.
According to traditional Buddhist teachings.
I'm counting on it.
Let's go.
People in town are already saying Nicole did this.
But I don't believe it.
She will have to tell me herself that she did this, before I believe it.
Nicole loved our daughter.
And we loved Nicole almost like she was our own.
- Well, almost.
- Why? Why would she kill her? She had her troubles, Lord knows, but she wasn't crazy.
Has there been any tension between them recently? Nothing.
- No.
None at all.
- Well - Yes? - That boy, that fiancé of Nicole's? Jason O'Toole.
We never met him but once or twice, and he seemed nice enough.
He works lumber.
You know how those fellas are.
Like to play the buck.
All but sleep at Sullivan's Tavern.
But, you know, these days you have to look past the piercings and the tattoos and all that, don't you? But Kara didn't think much of him.
- No? - Didn't approve.
- There might have been some tension there.
- What was her problem with Jason? I guess, just a feeling that he wasn't trustworthy, you know? But Nicole was in love and she thought Kara was just jealous.
- Kara didn't have a boyfriend.
- Did Jason ever get violent with Nicole? Not that I heard, but I wouldn't be surprised.
Nicole's had her fair share of that type.
- Kara didn't have a boyfriend? - Kara could have had anyone she liked.
She had no shortage of suitors.
But have you seen the men round here? It's all drunken lumberjacks and hippie pot farmers.
Kara had She had higher standards than that.
What's the problem now, Parker? Trail's cold, sheriff.
Best dog in the county, huh? Come on, Dexter.
Nicole! She can't answer you.
Or doesn't want to.
- Nope, she's a captive, or dead.
- How do you know that? How far have we come? What, five miles? Nicole would have been barefoot, probably drunk.
It was a dark night.
No way she could cover that distance.
Someone must have her in a vehicle.
- And Dexter lost the scent.
- Okay, you're in charge.
What do we do? Close to evening.
Call off the search.
Gather everybody together and Give up? There's a girl missing.
Tell me, of the men on this search party, which one would you guess is a violent sexual predator? - What kind of question? Whose name just popped into your head? Someone's did.
Huh, there's always someone.
This is your method? Asking people to guess who done it? Strange kind of detective work you guys do.
Jane's being dramatic.
But if somebody did victimize Kara and Nicole statistics show they'd be likely to join the search party.
They enjoy the deceit.
It's like being the invisible man.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
So gather up the search party, let me have a crack at them.
He gets results.
I know all these guys.
I'll vouch for every one of them.
Well, most of them.
I'll call them in.
- Jason O'Toole? - Get your truck out of my way.
We need to talk about Nicole Gilbert.
- I don't have time for this, guys.
- Let's have a little chat.
Where were you going in such a hurry, Jason? - Back to the woods to find Nicole.
- How do you know she was in the woods? I don't.
I hope she's in the woods.
Because if she's not in the woods, she could be anywhere in the world.
- Why not search with the rest of the town? - I cover more ground alone.
Why did Kara drive Nicole home? Why didn't you? - Because I was too drunk.
- Or maybe you two had a fight? - No.
We were celebrating our engagement.
- That's right about when the fights start.
We videoed the whole thing.
You can watch and see.
There's no fighting.
- We'll do that.
Where is that video? - It's in my truck.
There's this whole Kara issue we have to talk about.
- Maybe that blew up, huh? - What issue? Kara didn't like you.
Didn't think you were good enough for Nicole.
- Thought you were untrustworthy.
- That's funny.
Is that what you do? Try to get me all upset or something, so I look guilty? Does it upset you? That Kara didn't like you? - She was trying to undermine you? - I couldn't care less, okay? Because it's not true anyhow.
Kara liked me well enough.
At least, I never heard her say different.
Where were you between I was here.
Passed out on the floor.
We'll regroup in the morning, first light.
Before you go, Patrick Jane from the CBI, would like to have a word with all of you.
Thanks, Sheriff Nelson.
I want you to look at me, all of you.
And listen closely.
I'd like you to raise your hands above your heads like this.
Both hands.
You too, sheriff.
And you, Agent Lisbon.
Please.
Good.
Very good.
One of you One of you here killed Kara Palmer and abducted Nicole Gilbert.
I want that person to lower their right hand now.
Uh, okay, okay.
Uh, it usually gets a hit.
Forget I even spoke.
Sheriff, we have a 10-28 reported on Nicole Gilbert.
At the gas station convenience store.
I repeat, 10-28 on Nicole Gilbert.
Copy that.
She had a nasty blow to her head.
A moderate concussion.
Her feet are badly abraded.
And she has a lot of minor scratches and bruises.
Mild hypothermia.
Physically, she'll be fine in a day or so.
Mentally, it's another story.
When you brought her in, she was in some kind of a psychotic state.
We've medicated her to take the edge off that.
But she's still in deep shock.
She has no memory at all of the events that brought her here.
That's convenient.
If I'd just stabbed my best friend to death, I'd wanna forget too.
Soon as she's well, I'm charging her and taking her to jail.
Sheriff, you have custody of Nicole, but the CBI is leading this investigation.
I decide when to file charges.
- We don't have the full facts yet.
- Facts? She's covered in blood.
Carrying what looks to be the murder weapon which the forensic guys say has Kara's blood on it.
What more do you want? Is she well enough to speak to? As long as you're gentle with her.
- Have you told her Kara's dead? - No.
We don't wanna upset her.
- She's very fragile.
- Yeah.
Nicole? My name's Teresa Lisbon.
I'm with the California Bureau of Investigation.
- Hi.
- I wanna ask you a few questions about what happened to you and Kara.
I told the doctor, I can't remember.
That's okay.
What's the last thing you do remember? My party.
I remember leaving Sullivan's and getting in the car with Kara.
You know where my fiancé is? Do you remember anything else about the party? - We had a good time.
- Nothing bad or unusual happen? No.
We drank a lot.
Danced.
Where's Kara? You and Kara left the Sullivan in her car.
Then what happened? I don't know.
I don't know.
That's what I'm telling you.
Next thing I remember, I was in this bed.
What's wrong with me? What happened? - Where's Kara? Why won't anyone tell me? - It's okay.
- She's dead.
- Jane.
Stabbed to death.
No.
No, no.
Why did you say that? - She was gonna find out at some point.
- The doctor said to be gentle.
Ah, doctors.
Open your eyes, Nicole.
Look at me.
Open your eyes.
I told you the truth because you can handle it.
You have to.
You will.
Tell me you will.
What you have to do now, you have to remember what happened.
- Close your eyes and remember.
- Jane.
Close your eyes.
You were driving with Kara down Flagship Road.
- Pull over.
- What? Pull over.
- Why did you stop? - I was feeling sick.
Hey.
- There's a man.
- What does he look like? I don't know.
I can't see.
It's dark.
I can hear a loud rushing sound.
Like water.
Then what happened? I don't know.
- I can't remember.
- You have to.
- I can't.
- You have to.
I can't remember.
- You have to.
- I can't.
What have you been doing to her? Out.
That's bull.
She's got amnesia, but not so badly she can't finger somebody else for killing Kara? Rushing water, my ass.
No.
She's telling the truth.
Something happened.
Something too horrible for her mind to handle.
- Her memory's blocked.
- Even if that's true, maybe it's blocked because she killed Kara.
- Well, it's possible.
- I don't think so.
I think she's a victim.
- How can you tell? It's in her eyes.
Oh.
Well, then.
Why didn't you say so? It's in her eyes.
Here's me looking for facts.
Why would she kill her best friend? What's her, uh, motive? - Why do women kill other women? - Over men.
Could have been fighting over Jason, though he's no Brad Pitt.
- She was covered in blood.
- Yes? But it rained.
It rained hard for a good few hours last night.
Only, when they recovered Nicole, she was still covered in blood.
So She must have been under cover.
She must have been indoors.
- She was hiding.
- Or she was a captive.
Probably, near the river.
Hence, the sound of rushing water.
- Rigsby.
- Get park rangers and organize a search of the summer cabins, storage units and sheds within earshot of the river.
Caves too.
Oh, and have Van Pelt set up the video Jason shot of the party at Sullivan's Tavern.
You got it, boss.
- Let's go.
- Mm.
Uh, sheriff? A man out there needs to silence Nicole before she recovers her memory.
- So you say.
- So I say.
No one should enter her room.
Make sure your men keep her safe.
- I know my business.
- Yeah.
You mind yours.
Whatever in the heck it is.
How's Jason's alibi look? Alibi's solid.
Several people saw him passed out at the bar.
- Damn.
Nelson was right.
- About what? Look at Jason's camera work.
He's torn between Nicole and Kara.
- I love this girl.
I love this girl.
- And I love you, baby.
He had a thing for Kara.
There's no proof of a motive unless Nicole knew.
Doesn't look like they're feuding over him, does it? I'm getting married! Wait.
Stop right there.
Run it back.
There.
The guy at the bar staring at Kara, in the baseball cap.
I can blow it up.
Let's get a better look at that hat.
"Earthly Pure.
" What is that? That's the brand of cosmetics we found in Kara's vehicle.
Can we match that image to the DMV database? I can try.
"Rulon Farnes.
" Truck driver for Earthly Pure Cosmetics.
I can call the company, see if I can get a track on him.
- Anything? - Searched every cabin and shack.
Nothing.
- Have them drop you back at the station.
- Okay, boss.
- Where you going? - For a walk.
How you doing? People are saying that I killed Kara.
That's why there's a policeman outside.
So that I don't escape.
Hmm.
Did you? Kill Kara? I don't know.
I don't think I did.
- Do you think I did? - No.
Why would you kill Kara? Yeah.
Why would I kill her? But the thing is, I don't know.
I don't think I did but I don't know.
- Hey.
Hey, where you going? - Take your hands off of me.
- Don't make me tase you.
- Guys, come on.
- Everybody, just take it down a notch.
- Uh, what's going on? He was trying to sneak in to see her.
I was trying to see my girl.
I was just walking through.
Nobody's allowed to see her right now.
Come on.
Wow.
- Are they gone? - Yes.
I'm not ready to see anyone yet.
- You okay? You need me to get the nurse? - No.
No, no.
- Don't leave me alone.
- I won't.
What was it in particular that scared you just now, Nicole? I don't know.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
It's not your fault.
Rulon, we need to talk to you about Kara Palmer.
Let's go.
Rigsby! Get up! Come on, get up! Get him up.
Let's go.
Nice job, guys.
Daddy, listen.
What? Yeah, yeah.
I'll be there.
So how is it you know Kara Palmer? This town's on my regular route, and I stop here to eat.
Hunting store's next door to the diner.
One day I walk in there, and a tight little pair of buns caught my eye.
Boy meets girl.
So I walk over and I start up a conversation.
- What did you talk about? - Offered her $ 10 to sit in my lap.
She said no.
But she said "no" in that kind of way like I was lowballing her.
Not "no," like, to the general principle.
I guess you could say I've been courting her.
I'm through town, I stop by, I give her some free stuff.
What did you expect from Kara in return? I gave her a lot of stuff.
So I'm thinking, eventually, some form of sexual congress.
And what did you get? - I disgust you, don't I? - A little.
Yeah.
You're pretty.
How's your lipstick supply? You beautiful people got no idea what unattractive guys go through.
Don't I have a heart? Don't I long to be held, to be loved, to be cherished? Yes, I do.
So I gotta pay for a little human contact every now and then.
Shoot me.
- It's not my fault I look like this.
- It is, actually.
With a low-carb diet and exercise, you could look different.
- I got a glandular problem.
How heavy are you exactly? Two forty-five.
I've lost a lot of weight in the last year.
You expected sexual favors from Kara.
What did you get? She was a beautiful woman.
Nothing more beautiful than a beautiful woman.
- What did you get from Kara? - Nothing at all.
In France, they would have called her a "coquette.
" But I always held out high hopes.
I mean, there's always hope.
There sure is.
Suppose she never did put out for you.
How would you feel? If I killed all the women that had rejected me I'd have killed a lot of women.
We can place you at the same bar where Kara was last seen, the night of her murder.
Heh, so were a whole boatload of other people.
Where were you between - My motel.
- Were you alone? - Yeah, I was.
- So you have no alibi.
- Nope.
Doesn't look good for me, does it? - You seem fine with that.
You know, I read that prosecutors are not real happy with juries nowadays.
Because those folks watch a lot of crime shows on TV.
And they walk in there expecting every crime scene to have, like, DNA, hair, whatnot.
And if that prosecutor does not hand them the defendant's spit on a plate not guilty.
- You saying you're innocent or careful? You'll never know.
He has no alibi, but we have no proof.
I can't find an angle to get at him.
- He's shameless.
He likes the attention.
- Maybe we should let Jane at him.
Hey, Jane, wanna have a crack at him? Jane? Oh, him? Oh, let him go.
- Let him go? - What for? - We had to fight to catch him.
- You're such policemen.
Yes.
Let him go.
- Set him free.
He's telling the truth.
- You know this, how? He liked Kara.
Why would he kill her and kidnap Nicole? Doesn't make any sense.
Besides, he blushed when he lied about his weight.
Innocent.
Kara, not quite as innocent as she's been painted.
- By the word of a creep.
- An honest creep, whose stuff she took knowing what kind of a man he was.
- Free eyeliner doesn't make her a whore.
And a man blushing, embarrassed by his weight, hardly makes him innocent.
It makes him sensitive about his weight.
I think he's a good prospect.
We should keep him close.
- Hey, is that Kara's MP3 player? - Yeah.
What are you doing with it? - Uh, listening to music.
It's pretty good.
- That's evidence.
You can't play with that.
- Evidence of what? She likes music? - It's in the log as physical evidence.
- It's evidence.
- Okay.
What's with her? Seriously, if it's in the log, it's in the log.
You can't touch it.
Really? All right.
Well, uh, ahem, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize it was a sacred thing.
I'll put it right back.
You gonna release Rulon, or what? I don't want to.
But I don't have enough to hold him on.
Let him go.
We'll keep him under surveillance.
Put that back.
Rulon, you can go.
Sorry about the inconvenience.
There it is.
Nicole.
Hey.
You wanna get out of here? Put these on as quick as you can.
Quick as you can.
Hi.
If I may? Thank you.
I'll be right back.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey! There's nothing left to eat.
You cleaned us out this morning.
Listen.
- Cars.
- The flow of them.
It's like a hum.
What if Nicole didn't hear water that night? What if it was the flow of traffic? Then we should have been searching cabins on this side of town.
Near the highway.
We'll split up.
I'll get a ranger, search the likely spots.
You stay with Rulon.
Where are we going? You trust me, Nicole? Yes.
I'm gonna help you remember what happened to you that night.
- I don't wanna remember.
- You have to.
Wherever you go, until you know the truth of what happened, you'll be haunted.
Until you see Kara's death redeemed, you will be haunted.
You have to know the truth.
It makes me feel sad.
It's the same music that was playing in Kara's car that night.
Yes.
Yes.
How did you know that? - Are you psychic? - No.
These machines have clocks.
They log in their memory what was played when.
Kara told you a secret, didn't she? A terrible secret she'd been keeping from you.
But she had to tell you.
She had to be honest.
- I'm gonna be sick.
- Okay.
She said that I shouldn't marry Jason, because he's no good.
And I said she was wrong.
And then she said that she knows he's no good because she and him were sneaking around behind my back.
Hooking up.
I'm sorry.
Nicole, then what happened? No.
- No, I don't wanna remember any more.
- You must.
No.
I'm scared.
I've been where you're going.
I know how you feel.
I know.
But you have to be brave.
I'm here.
I won't let anything bad happen.
I promise.
Nicole, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Nicole, get back in the car.
Go screw yourself! Get in the car.
Hey, mister, you looking for a good time? Because my friend here is a cheap whore.
- And I'm sure she'd be happy - Nicole.
Kara died trying to save me.
I'm being carried now.
I can hear the engine.
It's vibrating.
- Gasoline or diesel? - Sounded like a diesel.
Where is he taking you? Is it a long journey? No.
No, not long.
Short.
A bumpy road.
Agent Lisbon.
Your man Jane just kidnapped Nicole Gilbert from the hospital.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, yes.
And I'm not happy.
In fact, I'm mad as hell.
You people are my guests.
You can't come in here and abduct my suspects.
Sheriff, I will fix this.
Let me get on it right away.
- Son of a bitch.
- What's up? Personnel issues.
Pick up your phone, damn it.
We're stopping now.
It's like an old shed.
It's small and dark, and cold and dusty.
I'm scared.
Somebody help me! - The door won't open.
I can't get out.
- You will.
- I can't get out.
- It's gonna be fine.
The door will open.
It will open.
Is it bolted? Somebody help! No.
- Chained? - No, I don't think so.
I'm trapped.
I'm gonna die.
I can't get out of here.
I'm gonna die.
Nicole, you can open it.
It's your choice.
The door is unlocked if you want it to be.
Open the door, Nicole.
Open it.
- It's cold up here at night, huh? - Yeah.
And broiling during the day.
Worst of both worlds.
He's got a knife on me.
No.
He's trying to rape me, but I won't let him.
Where the hell are you? Nicole remembered everything.
She can describe the suspect.
We're looking for a tall, well-built man, with brown hair and glasses.
- Mid-thirties.
- That's it? - That describes half the men in California.
- Yeah, that's it.
But at least we know it wasn't her that killed Kara.
And it wasn't Rulon Farnes.
Nice work.
For this, you illegally abducted her from the sheriff's custody? Yeah, I was gonna tell you about it.
But I figured, seeing that it's illegal best to keep you out of it, so you have deniability.
Oh, how considerate of you.
Listen to me carefully, and do exactly as I tell you.
Take her back to the hospital right now, and sincerely apologize to Sheriff Nelson.
Wow, what was all that about? My bad karma.
- How's she doing anyway? - Who? That girl.
Nicole.
How's she holding up? Okay, considering.
She remember anything yet? - We're doing what we can.
- Good.
Is there anything else, anything specific that you can remember about him? That's what he looked like.
That's all I remember.
It doesn't matter how small it is.
Little things.
Like what his voice sounded like or what did he smelled like or? Pineapple.
That's great.
Is this the last place to check? - No, there's one more place.
- All right, let's go.
- Hey.
- Pineapple.
He smelled like pineapple.
Pineapple? What the hell? Go Okay.
Good.
Listen, tell Rigsby, Teresa needs his help.
Me? I'm at the Eagle Pine Lodge off Route 6.
Okay.
Kyle, let's stay calm and think this through.
Heh.
Think what through? I really don't wanna shoot you, but I do have to take you into custody for killing Kara Palmer.
What are we gonna do about that? It's not like I set out to hurt anyone.
I just wanted to talk to Nicole.
Before she ran off and got married? I've noticed her around town for a long time.
I didn't want her marrying that guy Jason.
She's too good for him.
Please, Kyle.
I really and truly do not wanna hurt you.
You like your chances, do you? Uh, Lisbon? Lisbon? - Lisbon? - Shh! - You all right? - Yeah.
Did you call Rigsby? Yeah, he's on his way.
Listen, I have an idea.
Lisbon, be careful.
Drop it.
Really.
Drop it.
On your knees.
Your hands.
Come on.
Let's go.
Nice work, Jane.
I was hoping I'd find you here.
Yeah, we're, uh, just about to hit the road.
Thank you.
It's okay.
You know, uh, eventually, you'll start to remember the good things.
Yeah.
- Goes without saying.
- You're welcome.
You ready to go? - Goodbye.
- Bye.
Hey, can you believe he fell for that old cell-phone gag? Old cell-phone gag? I invented that right there and then.
- Rather brilliantly, I thought.
- Oh, please.
I've seen that done a dozen times.
- What do you mean? Where? - On TV.
Oh, on TV.
Well, anything can happen on TV.
The question is, where have you seen that done in real life?

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