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That is the third time
this year

you've been
reprimanded in court.

I bent a spoon with my mind.
What's the big deal?

You were testifying
in a criminal case.

You can't be playing tricks.

It's all theater, isn't it?
Bread and Circuses?

Eve!

A question. Eve, right here.

Eh. See.

Do you know who
murdered Carlos Ruiz?

Eve, just a couple of questions.

Ooh. That's Eve Mulberry.
The wine lady?

She grows a great cabernet.

What's she accused of?

Killing her dance teacher.
They were lovers, I think.

Scandalous.

I have to take this.

Think about what you want to eat.
Lisbon.

Our deepest sympathy
for Mr. Ruiz's family.

Do you really think you're
gonna get away with--

Eve, how you feeling
this morning?

Are you nervous at all
about closing arguments?

Wouldn't you be?

Eve is facing a lifetime in prison
for a crime she didn't commit.

Eve, why don't you just admit
that you killed Carlos Ruiz?

Nice try, Jenny, but instead of
going for cheap reaction shots,

you should be following my case.

Do you think the
jury believes you?

At this point, the
facts are clear.

Eve is 100% innocent,

and the jury's verdict
will reflect it.

Eve.

Do you have anything to say
to the family of Carlos Ruiz?

Eve has the deepest sympathy
for Mr. Ruiz's family,

and she's expressed
that on many occasions.

Who murdered Carlos Ruiz?

Do you know who
murdered Carlos Ruiz?

CBI. Coming through. CBI.

Eve deserves praise
for her courage.

Eve! CBI. Quick question.
You love your mom and dad?

They passed away years ago.

Thank you, everyone.

Come on.

The defense has tried

to paint Eve Mulberry as sweet
as the grapes she grows,

but you know the
facts of this case.

You know that Eve
was an adulterer,

even though she may deny it,

and you know

that her lover, Carlos,
blackmailed her for cash,

and when Carlos Ruiz went back
to Eve to ask for more money,

she beat his head into pulp.

Eve silenced her lover to
protect her marketable image.

But this...

This is the work
of the real Eve.

Take a good, long look...

Then find her guilty.

Ardiles.

You got a second?

For you, Jane? I got two.

Look, I'm gonna come straight
out with it.

You made a mistake.

Eve Mulberry?
She isn't the killer.

What are you playing at?

I'm not playing.
I'm just observing.

Eve's nonverbals are
screaming innocence

and sadness for the victim.

Thank you for the observation.

She loved her mom and dad, too.

There's more?

Most women who murder were
abused by their parents.

Not Eve. When I mentioned them,
she looked up and to the left,

which means she was tapped into
the left side of the brain,

where visual
memories are stored.

And what if she had
looked to the right?

Well, she would have been
accessing her creative mind

to fabricate a story.

This is it?
This is all your evidence?

Well, of course
there's my gut, too,

but I didn't think you'd
take that very seriously.

That's the first correct
statement you've made.

I bet you a million
dollars she's innocent.

Ah, if I only had
the money.

How about a nickel?

Jane, you understand this whole
conversation's pointless, right?

I mean, the jury's started deliberating.
It's over.

Well, the verdict
hasn't been read yet,

so technically, it's still on.

You know, unlike you,

Eve Mulberry will not
get away with murder,

so do us both a favor.
Don't mess with my case.

Oh, I won't mess with it.

I'm gonna fix it.

♪ The Mentalist 4x14 ♪
At First Blush
Original Air Date on February 9, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

There you are.
We have to go.

Where?

We have to talk to Eve Mulberry.
She's innocent.

Well, the jury may
feel differently.

Exactly. That's why we need
to find the real killer.

No. No way.

We don't have time to argue.

This is not our problem.

What,
justice isn't our problem?

The jury has heard arguments
for three months.

They're fully equipped
to determine the truth.

And what if they don't?

Then an innocent woman
gets punished

because you were too busy eating.

Hey, that's my sandwich.

- Mm?
- Give it.

Can we help you?

Ma'am, we're with the CBI.
We'd like to talk to you.

No. No. No more police.

These might be my wife's
last few hours of freedom.

We plan to spend them alone.
Thank you.

What if I could offer a
lifetime of freedom?

I know Eve's innocent.

I'd just like the
chance to prove it.

I'm sorry,
why do you want to help me?

Well, let's just say,

to whom much is given,
much is expected. Yeah.

If you don't mind,
time is a factor here.

Is there somewhere we
can sit down and talk?

I appreciate your interest
in my wife's case, Mr. Jane,

but what can you possibly do
at this stage of the game?

I mean, there have been
hundreds of hours of testimony.

Well, I'll let the courthouse
vultures pick over that carcass.

If I'm gonna help you, I'm
gonna need fresh meat.

Why did you take
dance lessons?

Peter's a wonderful dancer.

It was supposed
to be a surprise.

We're both so busy
all the time.

I thought it would bring
us closer together.

And is that
how you met Carlos Ruiz?

At the dance lessons?

Yeah, that's right.

Ballroom, or, uh, Salsa?

Tango.

Ah.

From what I've read
in the newspapers,

you spent time with Carlos
outside of just the lessons.

There were phone calls, meals...

Carlos and I were friends.

A Stanford-educated
winemaker

and a pay-by-the-hour
dance instructor.

Just curious, um,
what'd you talk about?

I don't know. This and that.

You've been lying to protect
your husband's feelings,

haven't you?

Look at me, Eve.

I know you're feeling
guilt and shame.

I know what this might do
to your marriage,

but, uh, the way I see it,
we're your last hope.

You have to trust us.

Honey, w-what is
he talking about?

Why are you doing this to me?

To help you.

You said you believed
I was innocent.

Of murder,

but you weren't hanging out
with your sexy dance teacher

for the stimulating chitchat.
You were attracted to him.

I mean, you danced the Tango
with the man, for God sakes.

I did not have an affair.

That was
a non-contracted denial.

Truth tellers use contractions.
"I didn't have an affair."

This is not the woman I saw
on the courthouse steps.

I think that you should leave.

It's like a band-aid, Eve.

Best to just
tear it off quickly.

It was just a few times.

Are you kidding me?

I'm s--

I'm so sorry.

Peter, you're so busy.
You're always traveling.

I know that's not an excuse.

Okay, you stay
away from me now.

What's going on?

Eve just admitted
to sleeping with Carlos.

Oh.

Sorry I missed that.

And sorry,
who are these people?

CBI. They're here to help.

This is my best friend,
my business partner, Amy,

and that's my little
sister Gretchen.

What about the blackmail?
You were sleeping with Carlos.

Did you pay him off?

No. He asked me for a cash loan,
but I didn't give it to him.

What was the money for?

A business opportunity.
I didn't really want to know.

What are you
still doing here?

I mean,
besides brooding.

Pardon me?

Your wife just dropped
a bomb on you,

and you're still standing.

For me, I'd be
out of here by now.

Unless, of course, I suspected
the, uh, affair all along.

Why would I hide
my suspicions?

Make yourself look good.

He's right.

If you had knowledge
of the affair,

it would make you
a prime suspect.

I didn't kill anyone.

You used a contraction.

That's a hopeful sign, but I'm
still gonna keep an eye on you.

And you, Amy.

Me?

Eve confides in you.

She told you about the affair--
the best friend thing--

unlike Gretchen.
She had no idea.

You do have issues with your
sister, though, don't you?

Duh. Like there are sisters
who don't have issues.

I thought you said
these people were here to help.

We are, and I'd say we're off
to a pretty solid start.

I think we need
some time alone.

We'll keep in touch.

According to the
court transcript,

there was a cash deposit
for $20,000 paid

into Carlos Ruiz's bank account
the week of his death.

If we're gonna take Eve's word,
she didn't give him that money.

Well, maybe the victim was
involved with something illegal.

I'll check it out.

You said the husband thought
she was having an affair?

That's what Jane thinks.

It puts him on the top
of the suspect list.

Peter Mulberry runs a
boutique investment firm.

Told the police he
was having dinner

at one of his employee's homes
the night of the murder.

The employee vouched for him.

Dig deeper. Who was the employee?
Do we trust him?

- Her.
- Exactly.

I don't know how we're gonna
get around the murder weapon.

That's a cutter mattock,

used for digging trenches
and cutting roots.

It came from Eve's vineyard.

Her fingerprints
were all over it.

All this tells me is that
Eve might have been framed.

Make a list of anybody who
held a grudge against her.

Also look back
into Ruiz's phone records.

The original work from the
detectives on that looks a bit thin.

I know that this isn't
an official case, so thank you.

Jane and I are heading
to the crime scene.

Let me know
if you find anything out,

and work fast, guys.
The jury's out.

No, you shut up!

Shut up!

Murder was months ago.

What kind of evidence do you
expect to find in there?

I'll know it when I see it.

Okay.

CBI. Open up.

What do you want?

Uh, w-were you
just watching me?

No, I wasn't.

Step away from the
door, Blondie.

Yeah, easy, I-I-I'm--
I'm with the CBI.

Do you think I could come in?

A "consultant"?

What makes you think I'd want
a consultant in my house?

Well, how about a real cop?

I got a real cop
across the street.

She'll be knocking all day.

Go get her.
I'll put on the kettle.

Lisbon!

Back still hurting, huh?

I got hit by a car, so yeah.

You should lay off those pills.
You ever tried yoga?

My neighbor actually teaches it.
I can get you her number.

No, thanks.

Okay.

Let me know, yeah?

Detective Silva?

That's right.

I'm Agent Van Pelt.
This is Agent Rigsby.

We're with the CBI.

Hey. How you doing?
Nice to meet you.

We've been looking at your
files on Eve Mulberry.

Oh, yeah?
That was some work, that case.

Jury come back yet?

No. They're still
deliberating.

Eh, no worries.
That loon'll get hers.

I love to watch the rich ones
fall, you know what I mean?

We were hoping you could help
us run down some information.

Yeah, sure.
What do you need?

Did you interview
a Conner Reilly?

According to the phone records,

Reilly spoke with Carlos Ruiz
on the day of his murder.

Reilly, Reilly...

I don't remember.
What does my report say?

There's no notes on him.

Reilly.

Yeah. I remember.

We checked him out.
He looked clean.

So Reilly had an alibi for
the night of the murder?

I guess. I don't recall.

You never talked to him,
did you?

What you getting on me for?

We called Reilly.
He didn't call back.

We were on Eve Mulberry
by then, anyway.

I mean, it's not like
Reilly had a record.

No, no record,
no employment history,

Facebook page--
not much of anything, really.

We tried calling Reilly,

but his phone's
been disconnected.

It's like he never existed.

What is your issue here?

I mean, this case
has already been tried.

We think Eve Mulberry
might be innocent.

Oh, yeah? And why is that?

We have our reasons.

It's that nut-job psychic
you guys work with, right?

Janet. Jane.
He's showboating again, right?

You know,
I feel sorry for you guys.

You're like, uh, stooges
in a comedy act.

- Yeah, he's not a psychic.
- Yeah, whatever.

Do you have
anything on Reilly?

Anything at all
that might help us find him?

Oh, let me think.

No. Sorry.

Hey. Hey!

I'm sorry.

Right.

So you're home here
a lot, Mrs. Williams?

I am retired, so, yes, I am.

And, um...

Were you home the night that
your neighbor was murdered?

I can see that
you've lived here a long time

and you like to
keep an eye on things.

Tell us what you saw
that night.

What are you doing over there?

Oh, just admiring
your lovely home.

Do you have help keeping,
uh, things so tidy?

No, I do not.
Do I look like an invalid?

Gloria. Uh, why don't you
tell us what you saw?

I'll tell you the same thing
I told the other police

stomping through my house.
I saw nothing.

- Okay, Lisbon. Let's go.
- I'm not done.

Well, she's not gonna talk.
Look at her. She's scared.

That's why she hides
behind the curtains all day.

I'm not hiding from anyone.
I keep vigil over my house.

Well, there's no shame
in being afraid.

Old age can be
a terrifying time of life.

You're right. We should go.

Yes, thank you very much
for your time, ma'am. Thank you.

I saw someone.

Oh.
Ooh.

I saw, uh, a woman,

the night that Mexican--
the Latino boy was murdered.

She went into the house,
and then,

a few minutes later,
she ran out.

Can you describe her?

She had a tote bag.
She was slim build.

She had blonde hair,
long blonde hair.

She look like this?
Eve Mulberry?

Yes, that's her.
Exactly. So there.

We can't throw in
the towel now.

I don't care
what the neighbor says.

An eyewitness identified Eve
as the killer.

Did you see a single
working clock in that house?

A wristwatch,
an alarm, anything?

No. So?

Look, this old woman lives
cooped up in this house

with no sense of the time.

She probably confused
the night of the murder

with some other night
that she saw Eve.

So you're saying
she's flat-out wrong?

No, I am just saying
Eve is innocent.

I need evidence if I'm gonna
keep the team on this.

We got a lead.

The victim talked to a Conner
Reilly the day of his murder,

but Reilly was using a phony
Social Security number.

It's an alias.

Who for?

This guy. Terry Murphy.

He came over on a tourist visa
two years ago from Ireland.

He's a tech scammer--

internet fraud,
identity creation.

He's violent, too.
He's been a murder suspect.

Ask, and you shall receive.

One of our CIs
has contacts in that world.

She's asking around now.

Okay. We keep working.

We should talk to Eve again.

Maybe she knows what was
going on with Murphy.

Maybe.

Fine. You're the boss
on this one.

Okay, don't be like that.

Like what? It's what you want.

What I want
is a little smile.

Well, you can't
have everything.

I checked out the employee
who said that she was

having dinner with the husband
on the night of the murder.

And?

And after the wife's
murder trial started,

Peter Mulberry gave the woman
a huge promotion.

Suddenly she's the company's
youngest VP.

You think he bribed her
for the alibi.

Maybe. I'll keep digging.

All right.

Summer. Welcome back.

I'm not gonna say

that I'm the best
confidential informant ever,

but I am pretty high
up on the list.

What do you have?

This girl
I used to hustle with?

She's now into identify theft.
She knows Murphy.

I told her that I had
some stolen information to sell,

and she made a call.

Can she set up a meet?

Already done.

Murphy will be at the Grafton
Street tavern in an hour.

Is it just me,
or do you look impressed?

No, it's just you.

We'll have Summer
wait at the bar.

As soon as Murphy arrives,
we'll scoop him up.

If Summer can get Murphy to make
an offer on the information,

that would give us
more leverage.

I could do that.

It'll cost you extra.

All we have to do
is fit her with a wire.

Okay.

Just get him
to make the offer.

Excuse yourself to the bathroom.
That's it. Then we move in.

Okay.

Make the deal, hit the can.
Done and done.

That'll be $500,
$800 if I make the case.

I'll wire you up.

You again?

Uh, we're looking for Eve.

Ooh, she just took
a walk with Amy,

but you might want to
give her a minute.

Eve and Peter just had
an epic throw-down.

- The waterworks were...
- ridiculous.

Okay. Well, you think
I can sample the goods?

Yeah, sure.

That is our new Cab.

New to the business?

Is it that obvious?

You poured red wine in
a white wine glass.

Oh, well.

Yeah, I'm just helping out here
during the trial.

You don't own
a piece of the action?

Uh, no. The wine company belongs
to my sister and her BFF.

And who owns
the private villa?

Eve won that jackpot
when she married Peter.

All the land belongs to him,
so...

Gretchen,
that glass is wrong.

Your shoes are wrong,

but you don't see me
complaining about it.

We've talked about this.

There's a reason why the investors
are knocking down the door.

It's an attention to detail.

Thank you.
You haven't taken any of the offers?

We go back and forth
about it a bit.

From a business standpoint,
it makes sense.

Yeah, but we don't want to be

one of those giant
corporate vineyards,

because then it wouldn't
be about the wine.

Yes, it's beautifully earthy,
with, uh...

a hint of acid.

Do you notice
the tobacco note at the end?

The Cab's my favorite.

Ah, yes. Mm.

I'm sorry, could we speak
to Eve alone for a moment?

Gretchen, let's go.

Gladly.

Do you recognize this man?

No.

Should I?

His name's Terry Murphy.
He's a known criminal.

Carlos was in touch with him
the day of his murder.

Oh, my--
what kind of criminal?

He's into identity theft,
mostly,

but he's also done some illegal
surveillance and wiretapping.

What did Carlos have to do
with a man like that?

Well, we were hoping
you'd tell us.

I wish I could,

but this is good news, right?
This could help us.

I feel like the jury's gonna walk
out of that room any minute.

We're doing
everything we can.

Yeah. Very good. Thank you.

Do you realize,

every single time I deal with
your people, things go to hell?

Osvaldo. Come in. Sit down.

Is there something in the water
here? I need to know.

I need to know

why your team is interfering
with a state murder trial.

I understand your anger.

No, you don't.

The state has spent
millions of dollars,

not to mention thousands
of man-hours,

prosecuting this case.

And yet evidence was missed.

What evidence?

The victim was in contact
with a violent criminal

the day of his murder.
That doesn't concern you?

No.

No, that's the concern
of an Appeals Court

if Mrs. Mulberry believes that
her due process was denied.

An Appeals Court.

And how long will she
have to spend in prison?

If she's innocent,
she deserves our help.

You want to know
why Jane took this case?

Because Eve loved her parents.

That's crazy, right?

You know, I thought there was
something in the water here,

but I can see the problem now.

It's you.

Testing, testing, one, two.
Kimball Cho's a wallaby.

Here's Murphy.

Beer?

Summer, is it?

It is.

What do you got for me, girly?

A long list of numbers.

Social Security, credit cards,
driver's license.

About a hundred of each.

Where do you get 'em?

Clients--the kinds with
high credit limits.

Won't know it hits them
till it's too late.

What sort of business you in?

I'm a working girl.

Bang on.

You know, a little of your honey
would sweeten the pot.

$5,000 for the information.

Are you touched? Not here.

Wait. Let it play out.

$5,000 ain't gonna
happen, Sunshine.

You'll get 3.
That's the rate.

That's it. Let's move.

How do I know I can trust you?

You're questioning me?

My name is my word.
Ask anyone I do business with.

Some friends of mine said that
you worked with Carlos Ruiz.

I'd ask him about you, but...
he's dead.

She's trying to make our case.

Well, now...

You've got spirit,
I'll give you that.

- You think so?
- I was trying to act tough.

You never know in
these situations.

So what's the deal
with Carlos?

- Carlos?
- Yeah.

He had some plan to install
ATM skimmers in strip clubs.

Nice enough plan, but...

got me to invest
20 grand in it...

Mm.

Which he then spent on
strippers and booze.

So what'd you do?

What did I do?

Let's go.

Just give her a minute.

Yeah.

You didn't just let him
steal from you, did you?

What's that to do
with you? Hmm?

Let go.

Where's that list of numbers?

- Stop it.
- I want to see it now.

Police! Don't move!

Off the fence.

Get down.

Gimme your hands.

Hands behind your back.

You all right?

You owe me $800.

Come on.

So a jury's deliberating
this case as we speak,

and the $20,000
in Carlos Ruiz's bank account

is a key piece of evidence,

and you're the one
who gave it to him.

That's right. So what?

So I think you killed Carlos
because he lost your money.

That would be foolish.

If I killed him,

I wouldn't be able
to get it back, now, would I?

Don't mind me. Rigsby,
I brought you a cup of tea.

Uh, no, I'm good.
Thank you.

Oh. No good deed goes unpunished.
Uh, you?

Yous both seem
like agreeable men.

Can we not find a reasonable
solution to this problem?

Something that's
beneficial to all of us?

I think he's trying
to bribe us.

Yeah, sounds like it to me.

Your words, not mine...
but...

now you come to mention it,

I do believe that everyone
has their price point.

What are you willing to pay?

If I'm out within the hour,
5 grand to each of ya.

You killed a man, Murphy.

You're not bribing
your way out of here.

Certainly not for 5 grand,
anyhow.

I killed no man.

I deal in information,
not murder.

Yes, fake IDs, right?
Um...

how do the, uh,
fake identity things work?

I always wanted to know.

I'll explain it later.

Could you explain it now?

I mean,
this lump's not gonna talk.

Well, from what I gather,

it's a matter of making
a phony credit profile.

- That's all?
- Yeah, that's all.

If you were a hack,
that's all you'd do.

Well, what if you're not a hack?
How do you go about it then?

Huh? Theoretically speaking.

True identity farming is an art
that takes decades to set up.

You invent children.

You set up bank accounts
for them,

file tax returns,
register them as voters,

and then, years later,
you have the perfect identities

ready and waiting
for real people to step into.

That's it?

There's a CD
full of personal information

you have to fill out first,
but, uh...

yeah, that's it.

And how much would one charge
for this, uh, particular...

thing? Theoretically.

Well, now, we're talking
top of the line here.

Mm-hmm.

$200,000 for a brand-new you.

Jane, I'm gonna get back to the
interrogation now, if that's okay?

Yeah, by all means.

All right.
Thanks for the heads-up.

Bad news. That was a friend
from the courthouse.

The jury didn't order dinner.
They're closing in on a verdict.

Hmm. We need to hustle.

Call Eve, have her come in,

tell her you want
to update her on the case.

I'm springing Murphy.

No. You can't.
He's our prime suspect.

Well, he didn't kill Carlos,

but that doesn't mean he
can't be useful to us. Uh...

Yeah.
Video surveillance equipment.

Those little cameras?
I'm gonna need a few.

Would you mind telling
me one thing first?

Like what I'm planning?

Yeah, that would be super.

- Mm.
- Mm. No?

You're annoyed that
I didn't stick to the agenda,

but all's well that ends well.
We're a team.

Stuff happens,
and, uh, we move on.

We're not a team.

Sign that.

Here's your final payment.

"Final payment"?

You were reckless and put
everyone in danger today.

If I can't trust you,
I can't use you.

So what, that's it?
You're done with me?

Yes.

Oh, you're back for more,
are you?

Do me a favor and, uh,
get us another cup of cha,

with a bit of sugar
in it this time.

Get it yourself.

I pulled in a favor.
You're a free man...

under one condition.

I need a new identity.

Do you, now?

Well, you wanted to know my price point.
That's it.

And I expect a
friends-and-family discount

from your usual fee.

How do I know
this isn't entrapment?

You don't, but try this.

You get me a new identity,

or I will book you for receiving
stolen information.

That should be enough to get you
extradited back to Ireland,

where you're wanted in
connection with two homicides.

Or is that three?

I'll do it... for $100,000.

Okay, I'm in a tight spot.
How quickly can you work?

How quick can you
fill out the forms?

Oh, the CD, right.
When do I get that?

One hour.

There's a parking lot at the
south end of Fourth Street.

I'll meet you at the
bottom with the CD, but...

I'll need a deposit
to get me started--

$10,000.

I'll send a courier.

As long as they've the cash.

Just don't be late.

We're gonna have a
little contest.

For what?

See who has
the best Irish accent.

Rigsby, you're up first.
Don't argue. We don't have time.

I, um...

My name's Wayne Rigsby.

Why I'm talking with
an Irish accent right now, I...

don't really know.

Uh, okay. Cho?

No.

Oh, come on. We know you have
all sorts of hidden talents.

Rigsby it is, then.

Uh, practice learning this.

Did you get those cameras?

Yeah.

Good man. Thank you.

How are you two holding up?

Things have been better.

Lisbon, look at these.

What are those?

Wireless surveillance cameras.

The new owner of Carlos' house
was replastering the ceiling.

He found 'em
hidden everywhere.

Murphy was
a surveillance expert.

And Carlos owed Murphy
a lot of money.

Well, maybe Murphy installed
the cameras to keep tabs on him.

Not "maybe."
We traced the serial numbers.

They were bought by one of
Murphy's established aliases.

Well, if those were
in the ceiling,

they may have recorded
the murders.

Murphy might have evidence
on who the real killer is.

Yes, it's possible.

It's a bit of a long shot,
isn't it?

I'd say it's our only shot.

We just released Murphy.
I'm gonna bring him back in.

Yeah, I'm sorry.
You're gonna have to leave now.

We have a lot of work to do.

Of course.
Thank you so much.

- Yeah, thank you.
- Thank you.

Well done.

I try.

"- Listen. Listen.
- Do not interrupt."

Ready?

No, not really.

You go to war with
the army you have.

Just read what's
there, and hang up.

Okay.

"Listen. Do not interrupt.

"I know who killed Carlos Ruiz,
and I've a video to prove it.

"For $10,000, I'll give
you this video on a CD.

"There's a parking lot at the
south end of Fourth Street.

I'll be waiting for you on the
bottom level in exactly--"

- 45 minutes.
"45 minutes. Don't be late."

Bravo.

The jury reached
a verdict.

When are they reading it?

6:00.

Almost an hour. Shall we?

Yeah.

It's been 45 minutes.

44.

Patience.

Hello.

There's Murphy.

Where are you?

Hello.

Where's the money?

$10,000. It's all there.

Now the CD?

Where else
is the video stored?

Take it easy now.

Where else
is the video stored?

W-what video?

The video on the CD.
The video of the murder!

Where else is it stored?

What video? What murder?
You off your nut?

Amy? Put the gun down.

No, no. No, no.

- Drop it!
- Now!

You called me!
I-I know there's a video.

The cops told Eve
there's a video of the murder.

I just spoke to her.

I didn't call ya. There's no
video on there, you silly cow.

Okay, come on.
Let's make this snappy.

We got 8 minutes to 6:00.

So you set all this up?

Who set what up?
What the hell's going on?

Amy killed Carlos.

She thought your CD had a video
of her doing the deed.

Book Murphy to the station

and book him for receiving
stolen information.

I'm taking Amy to court.

Seven minutes.

In the matter of California
against Eve Mulberry,

all rise for the honorable
Judge Isley Markman.

The jury's reached a verdict.
Bailiff, please bring them in.

Hold on!

What is going on there?
Bailiff, remove those people.

Wait. We're with the CBI.

I know who you are.

He pulled
that mind reading trick

in my courtroom last month.

I'm sorry to barge
in, Your Honor,

but this is the woman
who killed Carlos Ruiz.

They're showing contempt for
these proceedings, Your Honor.

This is an embarrassment.

Well, it's an embarrassment
to you.

You had no idea
Amy framed Eve for murder.

Amy?

If you did this,
you have to say something now.

I want a lawyer first.

Enough.

Everyone in my chambers now,
except you.

My client is willing
to confess,

but under one condition--

the DA's office takes the
death penalty off the table.

Well?

How did, uh, Jane know
that it was a frame job?

The neighbor saw a woman
with long blonde hair

leaving the victim's house
the night of the murder.

Jane knew that Eve was innocent.

It had to have been
a woman in a wig.

Eve's sister--she couldn't
have pulled this off.

She couldn't even
pour a glass of wine.

Amy was the only one
who was capable and had motive.

Unbelievable.

Yeah. Death is off the table.

Start talking, young lady.

I just wanted what
was mine, you know?

Our wine is a sensation.
Everybody loves it.

Investors want to jump on board,
and they want to make us rich.

And Eve wants to stay small.

Small? She has acres of land.
She has a rich husband.

What does she know about that?

I work nearly a
hundred hours a week.

I can barely make my mortgage.

I thought this was my shot.

And Eve had told you
about her affair with Carlos.

You knew, if he was killed,
she'd be investigated.

Yes.

I told Carlos
I was a friend of Eve's.

I didn't know if
someone would see me,

so I wore the wig to make
them think I was Eve.

I said I was interested
in taking dance lessons,

so he invited me in.

And the murder weapon, I
took from our vineyard

Because I never
get my hands dirty,

and Eve really loves the soil.

I knew her fingerprints
would be on it.

What are you doing here?

I want my job back.

Go home.

You know,
I was handling that situation

just fine today until
you busted in.

I need this job, Kimball.
I've given up everything else.

Why would you
take this from me?

Because you're crazy!

What are you gonna do, huh?
Hit me?

No. That's what you want.

What?

That's why you kept
pushing Murphy today.

What are you talking about?!

You get off on danger, Summer.
You need it.

It provides a distraction
from your unhappy life!

Screw you, Kimball!

You know, you're not so difficult
to figure out yourself!

Yeah? What'd you figure out?

Nothing!

And it's driving me crazy!
Who are you?

I gotta go.

No, no, no, no.

Not until you give
me my job back.

Move.

You fired me
because you like me.

You like me, and you don't
know what to do about that.

- Bye.
- Admit it!

Okay, I like you.

Admit it!

Oh.

I'm so sorry. Y-you do?

Can I go now?

Mmm.

Eve, a couple questions.

Eve. Peter.

Eve! Eve!

How about a kiss
for the cameras?

Jane.

Your nickel.

Bet you're glad
you didn't bet a million.

Good night, Jane.

Eve. Eve.

What really
happened that night?

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