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Wow.

That was exhausting.
That was something, huh?

Good ride, Boyd, good ride.
Oh, look at that!

Oh, man.

That is gorgeous.
It's beautiful.

Well done, huh?
Let's get a picture of the group.

You know what?
That's great idea.

Um...
Where do you wanna...

Right there. I think...
Right here on the rock?

Right there.
Now come over here.

Come on, everybody,
Let's line up. All right, line it up.

Get tight, and we'll
get back on the road

and ride some more.
Okay.

All right, you ready?
How's my hair?

All right.
Okay, one more.

Not yet. One more vertical.
All right.

Who is this?

Call 9-1-1!

9-1-1!
9-1-1! Okay. I got it! I got it!

Let's go.
I'm getting my phone!

Help me.

Relax.

Help me.

It's gonna be fine.
You're gonna be okay.

It's alright.

Hang in there.

I have a question.

Theoretically,
if you wanted to break into

a maximum security prison,
how would you do it?

You mean to get past
the razor wire perimeter fence,

the roaming patrols,

closed-circuit camera surveillance?
Yes.

Theoretically,

I don't think you can break
into a maximum security prison.

Hmm. Hmm.

I have plenty of other things
I could be doing, Lisbon.

I don't know why you
brought me out here.

It's good to get out in
the sunshine and the fresh air.

You've been holed up for weeks
obsessing over Lorelei Martins.

It's unhealthy.

Lorelei Martins is the closest
we've ever gotten to Red John.

It doesn't bother you
that the FBI

just took her away from us?

Of course it bothers me,

but there's nothing
I can do about it.

There's nothing you can do,
either.

How long is this gonna take?
It's a jurisdictional thing.

It shouldn't take
more than a couple hours.

Jurisdictional?

Vehicular fatality.
We're in a state park.

Park rangers aren't equipped
to deal with this sort of thing.

That's why we're here--
to do the paperwork.

Excellent.
Let's get on with it.

Shall we?

Hey, thanks
for coming out.

If you could just sign this,
we can get her out of there.

Just my luck. Damn it!

What?

Get your yellow tape out.
It's a crime scene.

Say what?

It's a murder.
Do whatever it is you do

when it's a murder.

Murder? What?
No, it--it was an accident.

Oh, really?

Why weren't there
any skid marks?

Well, but--

Damage to the guard rail

indicates the car
went straight through it

at a high rate of speed.

Which means the driver
never engaged the brakes,

never touched
the steering wheel.

So then it's a suicide.

She was halfway
through a cheeseburger.

She just had her car cleaned.

And where's her handbag?

A woman like this
would have a handbag,

unless, of course,
you have it.

Do you have her handbag?

- No.
- Then it was stolen.

Probably by the same person
that pushed her off the road,

or tampered with her brakes.

- Wow.
- Yes. Wow.

My work is done here.

♪ The Mentalist 5x07 ♪
Cherry Picked
Original Air Date on November 11, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Forensics just
confirmed it.

No way those brake lines
failed on their own.

- Definitely murder.
- Poor kid.

What have we got so far?

Uh, the victim
was Cassie Flood, 26.

She worked for Channel 7
doing human interest stories.

I recognize her.
She did that story

about the baby tiger
at the zoo, right?

Probably. The last story
she did was on space travel.

For rich people.

And ordinary people like me will
be able to fly into space on this

just walk up
and buy a ticket?

There are
no ordinary people, Cassie.

We are all of us
extraordinary in our own way.

How much is it gonna cost
for me to get on this flight?

First flight,
quarter of a million.

Thereabouts.

Wow, that is quite an expense
for a 60-minute flight.

It's not the flight
you pay for.

It's the landing.

Oh. Well, there you have it.

Now back to Ed Hunt
in the newsroom.

Okay. Well,
she's very telegenic.

She ever do any hard news?

Something that
would have made her enemies?

Yeah, maybe.

Couple months ago,
she did a piece

on the Bells Glen Speedway.

Started as a human interest
story about stock cars,

but ended up exposing
a black market

of stolen cars
and auto parts.

This guy, Dickie Yuntz,

set to be indicted
any day.

You and Cho follow up.
Okay.

Grace, this was originally
treated as an accident.

Re-interview all the witnesses
from the accident report.

See if anyone remembers
anything suspicious.

Will do, boss.

Lisbon. So it's murder, is it?

It is. Let's go to the news
station the victim worked at.

Uh, I'm kind of busy.
Maybe later.

That's not how it works.
We have to do our jobs.

Well, I think you can do it.
You're very capable.

I'm not kidding.
Come on, let's go.

Okay, I'll go
to the news station with you,

get you started, and then
you're on your own, all right?

I am not in the sixth grade.
That doesn't work on me.

I can't promise I'll always
be around to help you, Teresa.

All right?
There will come a time

when you might have to do
all this on your own,

and I want you
to be prepared.

I am prepared to punch you
in the face all on my own.

And that's the weather. Ed?

Next up--did the vice president
really say that?

Right after the break.

Okay, cue up the Veep gaffe
for when we're back.

And...

Get ready to go to sports.

So,
Mr. Kasmir,

did Cassie ever have any
threats directed against her?

Maybe after the Bells Glen
Speedway story?

Uh, the first note came
a week ago,

saying Cassie should
leave town and not come back.

The second note
arrived yesterday.

Uh, you didn't think this was
worth mentioning to the police?

Look, we get crank letters
all the time.

We don't call the cops

every time one comes in.

Go with this version.

Cassie was
a valued person here.

She was a part of this team.
We cared about her.

So don't mistake
our commitment to the news

for a lack of feeling.

Oh, we're not here to judge.
I promise you.

We're just trying to find
Cassie's killer, same as you.

You guys are great.

Oh, tough, uh, good-looking,

sincere.

Let's put you on the air,
ask the public for information,

you know, blah, blah, blah.

That's not how we work.

It could be good
for your investigation.

Maybe later, if things
don't work out.

If you were to use one word
to sum up Cassie,

what would that word be?
Promise.

"Promise."

She had great promise.
Great word.

Just the other day,
I was telling her she had, uh,

the anchor chair
in her future.

Look, I don't want to force
you to do anything,

but public attention is good.

Bottom line--it could
help you solve the case.

Did you, uh, get any more
of these letters?

I'll have to check
with my intern,

but why don't I get you
on the air and we talk about it?

Mm, not gonna happen.
You sure?

Absolutely positive.
I don't belong on television.

Excuse me.

CBI. We're looking
for Richard Yuntz.

Police! Stop!

Get up.

California Bureau of Investigation.

You're under arrest.
All right, all right. Relax!

Damn, I was just going
to take a leak!

Oh. Thanks.

Where are my glasses?

Tara, did you move
my glasses?

I've told you before--

Do not touch them.
No, Ed, I didn't touch your glasses.

Well, where are they then?

You lost them, Ed,
like you always do,

and then you blamed me,
like you always do,

and now I've called for the P.A.
to bring you another pair,

like I always do.

Ooh. Thank you, Erin.

Um, could you get me some
chamomile tea for my throat?

Thank you.

Listen here, young woman.

I have three
Emmy nominations.

I've worked with Brokaw
and Blitzer.

Show a little respect.

Regional. Three regional
Emmy nominations.

Regional.

I'm Ed Hunt...

Say, you're the lady
from the television.

The--the--the weather, right?
Yes.

Uh, Tara Skye.
That's right, yeah.

Is that your real name?
Yes.

That's very convenient.
Um...

What, uh, what can I
do for you? Autograph?

No, no.

Y-you probably heard
about the murder.

Cassie Flood, yeah.
Ugh, isn't it terrible?

Yeah.
You with the cops?

Well, I'm--I'm a consultant,
but, uh...

You worked with Cassie,
so...

you may be able
to tell me the truth.

You know, I've--I've asked
around about her,

but everyone seems to want
to just tell me

what they think they should
tell, you know what I mean?

Totally.
Mm.

What do you want to know?
Well...

If you were to describe
Cassie in one word,

what would that word be?

She was sleeping her way
to the top, if that helps.

Well, that's a little more
than one word,

but I'm intrigued. Go on.

The minute she got here,

she jumped in the sack
with Ed Hunt.

And lately, she started
seducing Ryan Kasmir.

But... I don't--

I don't want to speak
ill of the dead.

They don't really care.
They're dead.

Lisbon. Ah, there you are.

Uh, I found a real journalist
to tell us the story.

Tara, this is Teresa Lisbon.

She works for the California
Bureau of Investigation.

Hi.

Tara was just telling me
the truth about Cassie Flood.

Really?
Mm.

The day she died,
I overheard her making plans

to meet with someone
in secret.

Really? Who was it?

Did she tell you
where she was going,

or did you hear
where she was going?

No, but she was conniving

and used her sexuality to
get ahead, so, you know...

You think she was planning
to meet a secret lover?

Yeah.

Sly minx.
I know, right?

Whoa.

Everyone treated her like
this perfect little angel.

That must have been
very frustrating.

Yeah.

I had been here for 16 months
before she even showed up,

and in all that time,
Hunt and Kasmir

never even gave me
the time of day.

But her, with her east coast
journalism degree--

I mean... they--they
were falling all over her.

There she was,
worrying about journalism,

while you were throwing yourself
at Hunt and Kasmir,

and she is the one that
ends up with the anchor chair.

Yeah. I mean, no. I me--
what?

Hell hath no fury
like a slut outflanked.

You must have felt
like killing her.

Yeah. W--
Really?

Wait, no!
No?

No!
Ow!

How dare you?!

Well, she's a definite maybe.

That should give you enough
to work with, though,

don't you think?
I hope that hurt.

It did.

Tara Skye resented Cassie Flood

both romantically
and professionally.

And she's got no alibi.

The producer Kasmir says

he had no romantic
relationship with Cassie,

and he says Tara Skye
is a backstabbing bitch.

And he's got an alibi
for the night of the murder.

What about Ed Hunt?

No alibi.
Hmm.

Says he was at home.

Yuntz has motive
and a weak alibi,

plus an understanding
of cars.

What about the witnesses
from the accident site?

Did they have anything
useful?

Well, they all mentioned
the driver who stopped

and was the first to help

and made sure the EMTs
were called.

Everybody talked about him,
but I could never find him.

I've never been able to
speak to him directly.

Did you get a description?

30s, balding, white guy,
average height, no plate.

I'm having a sketch done.

We can try and get
a public request.

Maybe somebody will come in.

In the meantime,
I'm gonna go talk to Ed Hunt.

All right.

Hey, Lisbon.

Uh, don't tell me you've
finished your case already.

We need to go and talk
to Ed Hunt. Where are you?

Uh, I'm not really
available at the moment,

but, uh, if you leave

a message after the tone--

Cho told me you asked him
how to break into

a high-security prison?

Purely theoretical.

And by the way,
he was no help whatsoever.

You're banging your head
against the wall.

You know, I'll be back soon,

so you can catch me up
on your case then.

I gotta go. Bye.

I have a meeting
with a client.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to turn around, sir.

But I have an appointment.

No, sir, you do not
have an appointment.

You don't even know my name.

Nobody has an appointment.

This is a federal prison.

We all know this money is
well pledged, don't we, folks?

The environment,
global warming--

these are good causes.

And not just from
the perspective

of beachfront property
values.

But our host
and primary backer's commitment

to these causes is no joke.

A man I have the honor

of calling a friend--

Tommy Volker.

But he's not just about
saving the planet.

There's also adventure,

and, uh, plenty of
the good things in life.

But most importantly,

there's this,
ladies and gentlemen--

A seat on the maiden flight

of the Volker Intergalactic,

the hardest ticket to get
in the whole world.

Bidding starts at $200,000.

And remember,
you can write this off.

Thank you.

Thanks. Thanks for being here.
Appreciate it.

Thanks for being here.

Uh, Mr. Hunt.
I'm Teresa Lisbon with the CBI.

Could we talk?

Cassie was a great gal.

She was a real asset
to the team.

It was a tragedy
to lose her.

I was told you had
a relationship with her.

I have a relationship
with all my colleagues.

But I'm--I'm guessing
that you mean something more.

Yeah, I mean something more.

Is that a common occurrence
with younger reporters,

or did you pick Cassie out
specially?

Tara Skye has been filling
your ear with poison, has she?

The truth is, Cassie and I
were the best of friends.

Mm.
But we were never exclusive.

So you don't deny the affair?

Ooh, "affair"--that's--
that's an awful big word.

We had a moment.

Then we both moved on.
No hard feelings.

I wonder if Cassie Flood would
agree with that description

if she were here to answer.

Here. Look. I...

have got a picture of...

us at the museum's opening
of the new Asian wing

two weeks ago.

Does that look like people
who don't get along?

Is that Tommy Volker?
That's right.

That was the night Cassie
convinced him

to do the interview.

Oh. Uh, how well do you
know Tommy Volker?

We're old friends.

We run in the same circles.

Dakar, Baja.
We both like adventure,

challenges, you know.

Could--could you
introduce me?

Sure. Come on.

I got people will say
you told them

you had plans to spit
on Cassie Flood's grave.

And yet the best alibi
that you can offer

is that you were
at the movies...

by yourself.

What can I tell you?

I might have whacked her

if I knew what kind of story
she was planning,

make me look so bad.

But I didn't.

So I didn't.

No point killing her after
the fact, right, counselor?

Indeed, no point.
Uh, Agent Rigsby...

If you believe
and have evidence

that my client has committed
a crime, please charge him.

Otherwise, we're done.

Yeah.

We're done.

For now.

Always a pleasure.

Gotta get across town.

Nice talking with you,
Agent Bigsby.

Thank you.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Hey. Tommy.
Mm.

Got someone I want you
to meet.

Agent Lisbon, Tommy Volker.

Tommy, Teresa Lisbon.

From the CBI.

Oh. Would you excuse us
for a minute?

Agent. It's a pleasure.

What brings you here?

I'm looking into the death
of a young journalist--

Cassie Flood. She interviewed you.

Uh, excuse me.

Yeah. I heard about that.

It's, uh...
it's a terrible thing.

How can I help?

Does anything come to mind
that might be useful

for our investigation?

She was, uh, poised
and charming for her age.

And she had a wicked
sense of humor as well.

I doubt that helps much.

What a senseless tragedy.

I'm sorry. Mr. Volker,
we have to go.

You're being conferenced
into the Mumbai board meeting

in 20 minutes.

So sorry about this,
Agent Lisbon.

If there's anything I can do
to help your investigation,

I will. Um...

Uh, here's my personal
number.

Call me anytime.

And I mean that.

Okay. Thanks.

Yuntz lawyered up?

Yep. We're getting nowhere.
Or maybe not.

Look at this.

The Tide's Edge hotel.

Huh.

The only access is from
the road that Cassie was on.

Not only that,

Cassie Flood rented a room
on her credit card.

When I called,
front desk told me

Mr. Flood is still there.
She's single.

Nice. I'll get Cho.
We'll go pick him up.

No need.
CHP's bringing him in.

Should be here any minute.

This is an outrage!

Since when is California
a paramilitary state, huh?

Ow! You're hurting me!

Ahh! Ahh!

Hey.

Are you planning on
coming to work anytime soon?

Well, yeah. Soonish.

But, uh...

Oop.

I still got a few things
to, uh, figure out.

Why, is there a break
in the case?

As a matter of fact,
there is.

Really? What?

I've got somebody here

who says Cassie Flood
was murdered by Tommy Volker.

Mr. Berman.
You may take a seat.

Or should I call you
"Mr. Flood"?

All right, look.

Cassie Flood was gonna
publish a takedown piece

in my magazine

showing billionaire
philanthropist

Tommy Volker to be
a sleazy criminal

who just talks a good game.

And Cassie Flood

brought her story
to you why?

Because of the wide readership
you receive?

Cassie and I went to
journalism school together.

And she knew that I publish
a highly respected...

investigative monthly.

Opinions differ.

Some think you publish
a lefty rag

that sees conspiracies
under every rock.

I won a Polk award.

Yeah. And you were sued
for libel.

Any good journalist gets sued.
It's part of the job.

Cassie came to me because
she knew I'd have the courage

to run her story
when nobody else would.

Which was?

Volker had a geothermal project
in the Amazon rain forest

which was going to double
his presence

in the emerging markets.

But when an indigenous tribe
claimed the land sacred,

it threatened to kill
his deal.

So he made them disappear.

The whole tribe?

A whole village
found in a mass grave.

The killing was blamed

on fighting between

drug traffickers
and leftist rebels,

a terrible tragedy
that just so happened

to remove all opposition
to Volker's project.

Oh, come on. Nobody could get
away with something like that.

Volker did.

Look, he's smart.

Does anything possible
to keep his hands clean.

He'll get other people
to do his dirty work.

But Cassie--she caught him anyway.
How?

She had an inside source
in Volker's organization.

That source gave her
audit trails.

Audit trails never lie.

Cassie was bringing me
the hard evidence when she died.

Audit trails?

You follow the money,

you always get to the truth.

Cassie was a top-notch
investigative journalist.

She was wasted on television.

Hence the missing bag.

Grace's good samaritan
was there to get the evidence.

Show Volker this sketch
and watch his face.

I know what to do.
I know you do.

You go, girl. Huh?

Thank you.

Agent Lisbon.
Is there something wrong?

What's the matter?

I'm sorry to blind-side you,
but I have some questions

I need to ask you,
if you don't mind.

Mr. Volker's flying to New York.
Of course.

As I said before,
whatever I can do to help.

The thing is, we found out
where Cassie was going

the day she died.
Really? Where?

She was going to meet a man
named Steve Berman.

And you think
this Berman killed her?

We don't know,
but he told us

some pretty strange things
I wanted to run by you.

All right.

Did Cassie ever ask you
about the Amazon rain forest

when you and she spoke?

The Amazon rain forest? No.

Did she ever mention
a geothermal project

that you have down there?
Good lord, no.

Cassie and I talked about
my, uh, self-consciousness

growing up with a stutter,

and my feeling that I needed
to give something back

because of all I received.

That's all?

No, we also bonded over
having both been raised

by our grandmothers,
and we also swore

that we'd both remain
committed

to making the world
a better place

for our having been in it.

Amanda, you were there.

Did, uh, did our
Amazon project come up?

No.

The--the Amazon
was never mentioned.

She never mentioned
a village being massacred?

Good lord, no.

What a bizarre question.

What village?
What massacre?

I'm just following a lead, sir.

You know, perhaps I should
give you an alibi.

It's all right.

I wouldn't expect
a man in your position

to do the dirty work
himself.

Sorry.

No offense. Cop humor.

By the way...

Do you recognize this man?

No. Why?

Just following a lead,
like I said.

Agent, I know you're under
a lot of pressure right now.

People want you to solve
this case yesterday.

I know what that's like.

I appreciate that.

So I don't want you
to worry

that you've offended me
in any way.

You don't, do you?

No, if you say I haven't.

Well,
that's a relief.

Now I really must be going.

Call me when you get back
to the office.

There's some things
I need done before I land.

We'll talk again, I'm sure.
Mm.

Please,

feel free to drop by
anytime.

Lisbon, what gives?

This has gone on too long.

I need you to accept the fact

that you cannot break
Lorelei Martins out of prison.

Yes, I know that now.
Thank you. You were right.

You've come up with some plan
you don't want me to know about.

Well, that's
an interesting theory.

I can see by your face
that Volker yielded nothing.

But you still like him
for the murder.

Yes, but he's tight
as a drum.

His assistant's looking
very promising.

I'm gonna go down there
and try to talk to her alone.

You want me to come with you?

Don't bother.
I can manage.

You haven't really worked
on this case anyhow.

Okay.

Uh, then...
why are you here?

Why are you here?

Repetition is the lowest form
of repartee.

Please, we can do
a little better than that.

Okay, Lisbon, I will
get on the case. I promise.

See you later.

Amanda, it's Agent Lisbon.
I need to speak to you.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Amanda, listen to me.

I know you think that Volker
killed Cassie Flood.

I think you're
very afraid right now.

I can help you.

You can't say things
like that.

That's not true.

You could get me
in serious trouble.

Why, if it's not true?

Look, Volker
was in San Francisco

at a charity event
with 300, 400 other people.

I was there with him.

He couldn't have killed
Cassie Flood.

I think we both know he wouldn't
have killed her himself.

No, I don't know that.

Amanda, if you keep silent,

you are just as guilty
as he is.

It's the same as if you
killed those people yourself--

not just Cassie Flood,
but every person

in that Amazon village--

women, children, babies.

You don't know he's like.

What he's capable of.

Amanda, I promise nothing
is gonna happen to you

as long as you do
the right thing.

I don't know.

You don't want this
on your conscience--any of it.

You can't.

After the TV piece...

she came back, and she was
asking questions

about the geothermal project

and the massacred village.

And he told her that
the stories weren't true.

But I could see
that he was angry

and lying.

That's all I know.

It's not enough
to prove anything, is it?

No. No, but it helps.

Thank you, Amanda.
You are doing the right thing.

One last time.

Do you know who this man is?

No.

Who is he?

We're still trying
to figure that out.

What will I do now?

Nothing.

After we arrest Volker,
you're gonna need to come in

and testify
as to what you heard.

Until then, just keep quiet.

Carry on as normal.
Let us take care of everything.

I'm scared.

Do not worry.

When it's time for you
to speak, we'll protect you.

You have my word.

Sounds like
it's gonna be a hot one.

You're not wrong
there, Ed, but beautiful.

Anybody out there who can,
it'd be a great time to visit

the mountains or the beach.

Not so easy if you're
a working man, Tara.

Or a woman, Ed.

Right.

Hello, Lisbon.
How do you do?

She cracked.
Volker's our man.

She doesn't have enough
to press charges on him.

We still need
the actual killer.

Hmm. Funny you say that.
I just had an idea.

What kind of idea?

Come by the newsroom
tomorrow and I'll show you.

Oh, and--and bring Cho.

Good night.
Wait, what kind of idea?

Jane--

Hello, Lisbon.
You at the newsroom?

Yeah. Where are you?

I'll be there in a minute.

I need to see an optometrist.

What?

I'll be with you soon.

You're doing what?!

I'm going on the air.

Mr. Kasmir convinced me that
it's the right thing to do.

Ed, wind it up
and go to commercial.

We'll be right back
after this.

Okay, but I'm gonna have to look
at the list of questions first.

No need to worry about that,
Lisbon.

I've taken care of that
already.

Ed, when we come back
from the commercial break,

we'll go to an update
on the progress

in the Cassidy Flood
murder case.

Okay. Is Mr. Jane here?

Coming right in. Okay.
Come on.

Showtime.

Let's go get you prepped.

Give him some lipstick
and some blush.

Tara, did you move
my glasses?

Tara?

No.

- Tara. Earth to Tara.
- Did you move my glasses?

Nope. Nope.

Okay. All right. Okay.

I will lay out the progress
of the case thus far,

and then I'll go to you.
All right, Ed, and I'll bring it home

by telling you
how we caught the killer.

Y-you caught the killer?
Yeah.

Well, that's--
that's great. Who is it?

Wh-what--what was it
that, uh,

that led you to him?

It was all about the car
in the end.

The car?

News to me.

So we're just gonna
blow off the weather?

And we're live

in 3, 2, 1.

This is Ed Hunt

with a special report
on the Cassie Flood murder case.

Patrick Jane is a consultant

with the California
Bureau of Investigation.

Hi, Ed.
Mr. Jane.

You've got shocking
new information

in the Cassie Flood murder,
is that right?

Yes, I do, Ed.

Now, Cassie's car was
tampered with, but earlier

here at the station,
we received

a note that was connected
to a story of Cassie's

about the Bells Glen
Speedway.

Are these things connected?

Well, that was an early
avenue of the investigation.

Y-you're right there, Ed.

But it turns out that's not
what I'm here to talk about.

Um...

You're--you're not?
No.

What the hell is he doing?

Is he going off script?

Yeah. He does that.

Uh, Tara, tell me,

do you know Tommy Volker?

Uh, no.

I-I mean, I know of him.

Right. Uh, Ed, you know
Tommy Volker, don't you?

Agent Jane, you were
going to tell us

about the Bells Glen
Speedway.

Cassie Flood told you
she wanted to do

a story on Tommy Volker

and the massacred village
in the Amazon, right?

Ok--okay, let's, uh...
let's cut this.

This is
great television.

Keep rolling
until I say "stop."

Ed, you--you and Tommy are old
acquaintances, aren't you?

You do these adventures
together, like the--

the Dakar rally.
You're--you're adventurers.

Right?
Mr. Jane, um,

these are not the questions
we discussed.

The Dakar rally
is an endurance car race.

You and Mr. Volker must know
a lot about cars.

All right, we've...
had enough.

Do you deny that you competed in
the Dakar rally with Mr. Volker?

Of course not.

But you don't deny
having the, uh,

necessary knowledge to tamper
with Cassie Flood's car?

Yes!
Yes.

No. Uh... no!

Do you deny that these
are your glasses?

Uh, well, they--they do--

they look like mine.

Mm. Uh-huh.

We found them in the wreckage
of Cassie's car.

Well,
that's impossible.

I wasn't wearing them.

I...

I did not...

leave those in her car.

But you do admit to tampering
with Cassie Flood's car?

No.

As God is my witness, no.

I think that counts
as an admission of guilt.

Don't you?

Go get him, Cho.

We'll be right back
after this short...

Commercial break.

I had no idea
she'd be driving

on a road like that.

You've gotta believe that.
I only meant to scare her.

Just... to get her
off the air.

That's why you sent the notes,
to make her leave town?

I thought
if she believed

Yuntz was out to get her,
she'd...

leave the station,
go someplace else,

take somebody else's job.

Not mine.

Instead, you ended up
killing her.

It wasn't my idea.

Volker...

put me up to it.

He had you tinker
with her car?

We used to, uh, joke about
doing it during the Dakar--

uh, as a prank on somebody,
you know.

So Volker told you to use it
to take care of Cassie.

It was more of a dare.

I couldn't back down
without looking like a coward.

A dare? That was
enough to convince you

to murder Cassie Flood?

It wasn't supposed to be
a murder!

So you were manipulated
into committing a murder

beneficial to Tommy Volker.

And readily admit
that you have no evidence

that could implicate him
at all--is that about right?

This guy's a fool.

But this Volker seems
formidable.

As smart and as careful
as I thought.

I don't know. How could
he be sure she'd be killed?

It looks like he just
got lucky.

No, no. He always had
a plan "B."

The good samaritan wasn't
just there to get the evidence.

He also made sure
she was dead.

Volker's not gonna
get away with this.

I am gonna get him.
If not for the murder,

then whatever Amanda Shaw
can give me.

Tax evasion, fraud,
unpaid parking tickets.

I-I'm gonna bring in Amanda
and lean on her.

Look at you!

So tough.

I'm getting goosebumps.

It's been ten hours

since anybody's heard
from Amanda Shaw.

We need a warrant to get into
her apartment right away.

Thanks, Judge. Let's go.

Damn it.

Let's get her down from there.

She left a suicide note,
you know?

Via e-mail.

Laying blame at your feet.

You will not get away
with this. I promise.

You have no idea what's
happening at all, do you?

Enjoy your job while you
still have it, Teresa.

Agent "Lis-bon."

It-it's Lisbon.

Lisbon. Pardon me.

Bob Kirkland,
Homeland Security.

We don't know each other,
but we need to talk.

How can I help you,
Mr. Kirkland?

Call me Bob.

Okay. What is it?

Volker.

You need to stop worrying
about him, okay?

"Stop worrying about him."

What is that supposed
to mean?

I'm telling you
off the record

that it's being
taken care of, trust me.

You should take a step back.

So you can take credit
for the arrest? Not a chance.

No.

No, it's not like that.

But Volker is--

he's a very powerful man...

Agent.

Big contributor
to a lot of campaigns.

Is that supposed to scare me?

No.

You just need
to watch your step.

Can I buy you
a cup of coffee sometime?

Sure.

Okay.

Sorry, Mr. Jane.
Ooh, excuse me.

Do I know you?

No.

But I know you.

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