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Lovely.

Yeah. Used to be
a fluorescent lightbulb factory.

Now it's
a hazardous waste site.

There's Mercury dust
everywhere.

Great.

Yeah, it's probably
not too dangerous,

as long as you don't,
you know, breathe.

Some techs from the state
toxic substances bureau

came in to test the air.

Saw a lock
on one of the lockers,

busted it open.

That's when they found it.

How long does the coroner think
he's been in there?

He said with that level
of decomp,

at least six months.
Could be longer.

Handcuffs on the wrists,
ankles.

Did he have any clothes
or personal effects?

Found this.

We found it
inside his ribcage.

Probably something medical.

Have the coroner's assistant
look at it.

Scratches on the doors.

Must be from his cuffs.

He was alive
when he was put inside.

How long would it take to die
in here? Like, five, six days?

That's the right place for it.
No one in earshot.

Make sure the techs search
every inch of this floor

and the one above.

What's up? Where are you?

Yeah. Sorry, Lisbon.
I had my phone turned off.

We're in the middle
of a toxic waste dump. Hurry up.

Ooh. That sounds inviting.

I'll see you there.

Chop chop.
Time's a-wastin'.

Hello, Patrick.

Hello.

What's your name?

Hailey.

Well, it's nice to meet you,
Hailey.

How'd you know
my name was Patrick?

Your friend told me.

He gave me this.

He didn't do anything else,
did he?

He told me to ask you
a question.

What's that?

He said to ask you...

Do you give up yet?

♪ The Mentalist 4x23 ♪
Red Rover, Red Rover
Original Air Date on May 10, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Apparently, Red John
or someone pretending to be him

lured the girl away from
a nearby park about an hour ago.

Her class was on a field trip.

It doesn't look like she was
harmed. Her mother's on her way.

Where's Jane?

Over there.
He hasn't said much.

Gonna run this note
they left for Jane,

check it for prints and D.N.A.

You won't get any.

I know. It's worth a shot.

"Happy Anniversary."

Today's the day that his wife
and daughter...

I know. Nine years ago.

Yeah.

Would you excuse me, sir?

Yeah.

Hey there.

Hey there, yourself.

Hailey, this is, uh,
my friend Teresa.

Hi, Hailey.

I like your hair.

Thank you.

Patrick is teaching me
how to make a quarter disappear.

The kid's a natural.

No doubt.

Hailey, hello.
My name's Agent Wainright.

Your mom's gonna be here soon.

When she gets here,

we're gonna talk to you
about the man you met.

Is that all right?

What man?

The one who sent you
to Mr. Jane,

who drew the face on your hand.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Hailey, why don't you go

and show that policewoman
your new trick?

Okay.

Have fun.

Um, I... I don't understand.

She doesn't remember?

You hypnotized her.

No, I just planted a suggestion
for her to forget Red John.

Why would you do that?

She could identify him.

He's white.
He wore a baseball cap.

He had an odd voice.

All right, look,

she might remember more
if she were questioned properly.

Jane. Jane, she's a witness.

People who can identify Red John
end up dead.

I get that you feel protective
here.

Do you?

- This is not your call.
- Yes, it is.

If you try to question her
or even talk to her,

I will hurt you badly.

Did he really
just threaten me?

Jane, I know it's hard coming
here, especially like this,

and I'm sorry.

I'm not gonna ask you
to apologize to Wainright,

but he's right.
The little girl's a witness.

We should interview her.

You know what Red John's
trying to do, don't you?

He asked me
if I'm ready to quit.

He's messing with your head.

Don't let him.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Appreciate your concern.
Your phone is ringing.

Hey, Rigsby.

So that thing that we found was
a surgical heart valve

implanted in the victim.

Traced the serial number on it
to a guy named Antonio Castro.

According to S.F.P.D.,
he disappeared 11 months ago.

Disappeared how?

He sent some e-mails from his
home on the night of June 17th.

The next morning,
he was gone.

Car parked in the driveway.
Front door was locked.

No sign of forced entry
or struggle.

His fiancee filed a missing
persons report that afternoon.

S.F.P.D. find anything?

No. No contact with the family.
They're out of state.

No travel plans,

no enemies,
no money troubles.

What'd he do for a living?

He's former military.
Two tours in Iraq.

The past five years,
he's been working as a broker

in a financial company,
R.F. Victor.

Van Pelt, bring in
all the S.F.P.D. files

and any physical evidence.

Cho, Rigsby,
I want you to put together

a time line and a list
of all the contacts

the victim had
before he disappeared.

We need to interview everybody.

Jane and I will go talk
to the people he worked with.

Jane.

Anything to offer?

Uh, well, there's not a lot
to go off, is there?

Your point being...

No point.

Shall we go?

Jane seem off to you?

Always.

Oh. Dennis Victor.

Uh, you're from, uh, CBI?

Hi. I'm Agent Lisbon,
and this is Patrick Jane.

You're absolutely positive
that you found Antonio's body?

Yes, sir. It was confirmed.

Well, we all knew
this day could come.

Still, a shock.

He was engaged to my niece.

I feel it very personally.
This way.

What exactly do you
do here, Mr. Victor?

We're a financial derivatives
broker.

We offer
exchange-traded derivatives,

options, futures,

and a few over-the-counter
products.

So basically,
you're just thieves

in, uh, ties and suspenders.

That would be
the popular view.

Not entirely accurate.

Up this way.

Agent Lisbon,

Mr. Jane,

Ian Breitler.

He recruited Antonio to the firm

and he mentored him
during his first year.

It's great to meet you.

And this is Ben Marx. He runs
the division Antonio was in.

He was his supervisor.

Welcome.

Sit. Please, sit.

Mr. Jane.

Oh, I'm fine. Thank you.

What did Antonio Castro
do for you here?

He--he was a broker.
Handled customer accounts.

How'd he get along
with people?

Oh, he was universally loved,

a leader in the company.

Absolutely.

You don't agree?

Well, who's universally loved?

He was popular.

Do you know anything
about his family?

His mother's in a nursing home
in flagstaff. Alzheimer's.

And his sister converted to
islam and moved to Indonesia.

They weren't in touch.

And did he have
any problems at work?

Not that I was aware of.

No. All of his performance
reviews were exemplary.

Isn't that right, Ben?

If there were any issues,

I wasn't aware of them
at the time.

Mm. Interesting.

Excuse me?

Well, he's telling the truth,
but you two aren't.

Something going on with Castro,
what was the big secret?

There wasn't one,
I assure you.

Yes, there was.

No, I'm afraid
you're mistaken.

No, I'm--I'm sure,
just as I'm sure

you're not very fond
of Mr. Breitler here.

I'm Marx. He's Breitler.

Yes, well,
whatever your name is,

your boss doesn't like you
very much,

and I wouldn't be surprised
if he canned you very soon.

That's a very interesting
observation because, uh,

Ben here was made a principal
in the firm

last month
at my express request.

Okay.

What's going on, Jane?

Nothing.

Oh, I may be a little out of
sorts, but it's nothing serious.

Wanna get something to eat?

No, I think I might take
the rest of the day.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm gonna get a cab.
I'll see you tomorrow, Lisbon.

Hello, Mr. Jane.
Good to see you again.

You, too.

Your table's ready.

And your order
will be right up.

Thank you.

There you go.

Thanks.

Security tells me
the fire Jane started

could've burned down
the building.

I know, sir.

I could suspend Jane
for this,

but I think what happened was
a cry for help.

I just need to find out
what the issue is.

Me, too, sir.

If you don't mind, I think
I should do the talking.

Jane.

Mm.

What's going on?

Well...

I have a little hangover,

uh, if you must know.

Why did you burn
your Red John files?

Because he's right.

It's time to give up.

Seriously?

What do you mean?

Well, nothing's working.

Nothing.

It's just a game,
and he keeps winning.

The only way for me to stop him
is if I stop playing.

Meaning what?

Meaning I put it behind me.

I move on.

That's a big change, Jane.

Well, change is good.

Isn't it?

So...

Are you leaving the CBI?

No, of course not.
What would I do for amusement?

Speaking of which,
isn't there some person

or something we should be
investigating or such?

We're supposed to talk
to the victim's fiancee.

Okay. Let's go.

Jane, I strongly recommend

that you talk to one of our
counselors about what happened.

I think it could help you.

Luther, there's no time.

I got perps to break.

Hey.

How's the time line going?
Anything jump out?

Yeah. Castro did completely
normal stuff, then disappeared.

He was at a charity event,
right before he vanished, yeah?

What happened there?

It was a fund-raiser
for the homeless.

Witnesses say Castro was
calm, relaxed, left alone.

Are we gonna catch any
good breaks in this case?

I doubt it.

What's the package?

It's a baby monitor.
It's got audio and video.

Plus, it's 2-way,

so I can talk to Ben in his crib
without leaving my bed.

That should terrify him.

Hey.
So I've been going through

the stuff S.F.P.D. collected
at Castro's office,

and I found this--"19:24""

it was stuck
to a folder on his desk.

He was ex-military.
Could it be military time?

No, there wouldn't be a colon
between the nine and two.

It's something else.

Well, if you have any ideas,
let me know.

I'm not finding anything else
useful.

You know that Jane told Lisbon
he was giving up on Red John?

Yeah.

It's hard to believe.

You think he's losing it?

Like cracking up?

No.

Nah.
Nah.

Thank you for talking to us,
Ms. Victor.

Of course. I would've met you
at the office,

but I j--I couldn't go in
after I heard the news.

How long were
you and Mr. Castro engaged?

Almost a year.

We'd been together
about two years before that.

And how did you meet?

Through work.

I'm with a P.R. agency

that handles financial firms,
including my uncle's.

Most of the guys that work in
finance are overgrown frat boys,

but...

Antonio was a man.

Maybe it was his time
in the service. I don't know.

But...

He was a great soul.

He was wise

and kind.

I'm sorry.

I thought
I was ready for this.

Did he have any enemies?

Antonio had a very strong sense
of morality.

He believed in right and wrong

and would tell you
which was which.

I loved him for that,

but not everyone did.

Anyone in particular?

I can't think of anyone
offhand.

Uh, Lisbon, my head's a little
foggy and, uh, drifty,

so I'm gonna push it along
a bit.

What are you guilty about?

I don't understand.

All--all the tears and talk
about how wonderful he was.

He's been gone a year,

and you're behaving like
he disappeared this morning.

That's guilt.

No, it's not.

It's not quite homicidal,
but there's something.

Were you cheating on him?

No.

Not while he was alive.

I bet now. Yes, that's it.

You've been sleeping around
on the sainted dead fiance.

No, I haven't.

Tell us the truth.

Well, it's complicated.

It's simple.

You've moved on. It happens.

You just don't want to admit it
because you think it looks bad.

Are you trying
to make me cry again?

No, I'm not. I mean, I'm not,

but if you want to, then...

please, cry.
Jane.

Get it out.
Jane.

Who is it, Marcy?

Hey, Cho, so Marcy Victor was
sleeping with Ian Breitler,

which Breitler conveniently
forgot to tell us

when we talked to him.

Pick him up. See what
he has to say for himself.

Why did you hide your
relationship with Marcy Victor,

Mr. Breitler?

Antonio was a sensitive topic
around the office, okay?

Until you guys found him,

a lot of people were hoping

he'd come walking back
through the door.

Since you're sleeping
with his fiancee,

I'm guessing
you're not one of 'em.

I just didn't think
that the time to announce

that Marcy and I are a couple

was when we had just found out
that Antonio was dead.

Hey, Cho.

Ian, what is that on your...

Jacket? There's... eh.

What?

It's a hair.
That could be a clue.

It's my hair.

Hmm. Fair enough.

Ian doesn't think
there's anything

significant about his
relationship with Marcy Victor.

Yes, I'm inclined to agree.

Sleazy, maybe,

but motive for murder?
I don't think so.

I'm more interested
in Ian's other secret.

What's that?

The one that you
and Dennis Victor were keeping.

The one that has to do
with Antonio Castro's work.

Don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh.

You're tensing up, Ian.

And you have asthma.
That's not good.

That kind of tension goes
straight to the lungs,

squeezes them,

makes them get smaller
and smaller.

Is there a question here?

The windpipe shrinks up,

and every breath you take is
harder than the last.

It's hard to breathe.

The last thing you want to do
is get upset.

- This is ridiculous.
- Don't panic. What are you looking for?

What is it? Is it this?

Gimme that.

Tell me what I need to know.

You can't do that. He can't--
he can't do that.

He's doing it.

Yeah, you know,
you're probably right.

Changed my mind.

For God sake.

I'm calling my lawyer.

Sure. Go ahead. It'll only take
him an hour to get here.

Castro was a thief.

He was stealing
from the firm.

We didn't find out
until after he disappeared,

when Marx took over
his accounts.

Mm.

Hey!

Come on!

How much did Castro steal?

Breitler says
he doesn't know.

Marx and Dennis Victor

didn't share the numbers
with anyone else.

- Why didn't they tell us that to start with?
- Victor's order.

No one was allowed to say
anything about it.

All right, let's bring him in
and sort it out.

Sure.
Hey.

How does Jane seem to you?

Different.

I think he's in trouble.

Me, too. Where is he?

He said he still had a headache.
Went out to go get some aspirin.

All right.

Mr. Wineman.

Beautiful cemetery.

You should be proud.

So neat.

Mm. Thank you. Uh, what--what
can I do for you, Mr. Jane?

Well, like I said on the phone,
um, I'm with the CBI.

We're pursuing
a particularly vicious killer.

Tough case.

But with your help,
we can crack it.

You're not using this grave
right away, are you?

No. The services aren't until
the day after tomorrow.

Good. We'll be done by then.

Wh-what do you mean "done"?

We need to run
a small police operation here.

Nothing I can tell you about,
but you can help us.

Help us remove a very dangerous
killer from the street.

You want to help us,
don't you?

You'll help us?

Help? Uh, y-yes.
Of course.

Good.

We'll need a coffin as well.
Nothing too fancy.

A coffin?

Yes. Down there.

After Antonio vanished,
Ben here took over his accounts,

and four weeks in,
he found something.

Antonio was stealing money
from customers

and hiding it with paper losses
on fictional investments.

He'd been doing it
for about six months.

Mm.
How much money did he steal?

Oh, we'll never be sure.

Somewhere between $7 million
and $10 million.

Where's the money?

We have no idea.

Antonio's transactions were
brilliantly complex.

The money's
essentially untraceable.

This wasn't
in the S.F.P.D. files.

Did you tell them?

No, they didn't ask,

and we didn't discover
the theft

until after
they had interviewed us.

You could've picked up

the phone.

Agent, because we discovered
the theft internally,

we were able to make good
on our customers' losses.

They don't even know
they were robbed.

That cost my firm
a great deal of money,

but it saved us
major embarrassment.

And I couldn't see any value
in publicizing

what had been
so fortunately hidden.

It was evidence
in a homicide.

Well, we had to balance justice
with self-preservation.

Absolutely.

I think we found
a very good middle course.

This is obstruction of justice,
and I'm gonna have you charged.

I'm sorry. You--you asked
if we knew about anything

Antonio had done at the time.

Right? We said
we didn't know anything

at the time.

Mm.
All true.

Tell it to your lawyers.

No need.

We are lawyers.

If there's nothing else...

Jane.

What?

I'm trying to figure out
what this number

on Castro's desk means.

The only thing I can find are
a couple of references

to some sort
of high-end social club.

Any idea why they'd name it
19:24?

The Bible.

Matthew 19:24--

"again I say unto you,
it is easier for a camel

to go through the eye
of a needle than it is "--

"than for a rich man to enter
the kingdom of heaven."

Yes.

That's weird.

Well, it's an ironic joke.

Since the rich
won't get into heaven,

they should enjoy
their life on Earth.

Okay, but why did Castro care?

He wasn't a member,
far as I can tell.

Mm. Of course he wasn't.

Well, that clears things up.

Oh, guys!

Tell me about, uh, 19:24.

And don't deny you're members...

'Cause I can see it
all over your faces.

Well, you know,
it's--it's a club.

Small, private.

For the filthy rich?

For people of means.

Oh.

No one is supposed
to talk about it.

First rule of fight club
and all that.

Okay.

Who else is members?

Breitler? Your niece?

Both of them.

Lots of people from my firm,
other firms.

So I-if your niece was
a member,

then surely, uh, Antonio Castro
was asked about joining.

Yes.
Yeah.

Shortly before he disappeared.

Right. And to become a member

of this, um, fancy,
elite little club,

uh, I'm assuming you need to
have some kind of a hazing.

Yes.

Prospective members are tapped
by current members

and forced to do all sorts
of embarrassing things.

Oh.

- Good fun.
- Sure.

This charity event
that Antonio Castro attended

the night he disappeared--
was that held at the club?

As a matter of fact, it was.
Antonio was there as a guest.

Mm.

You interested in membership,
Mr. Jane?

Me?
Yeah.

Uh, no. No.

- Not the club type. Thank you.
- Oh. Hmm.

I've got an accountant looking
at Castro's trades,

but they're so complicated, he
can barely make sense of them.

What else do we have?

I talked to 13 people
who met with Castro

before he disappeared.
Nothing unusual or suspicious.

I've been through
all the forensic evidence

S.F.P.D. gathered from Castro's
apartment and office.

- Nothing jumps out.
- Time line?

Nothing that leads
anywhere.

We don't have
anything, boss.

We have something. We just
don't know what it is yet.

I do. Let's go.

- Where?
- Uh, 19:24 club.

I convinced Marcy Victor
to throw an emergency meeting.

What for?

To solve the case,
of course.

Where'd you get this?

Do you have the exits covered?

Rigsby, Cho, and Van Pelt are
by the doors.

Okay.

Hello, everybody.

Thank you for coming.

I'm Patrick Jane with the CBI.

As you've been told,
we're investigating the death

of Marcy Victor's fiance
Antonio Castro.

What you haven't been told is
that the killer is in this room.

All I need to identify him

are the answers
to a few questions.

What kind of questions?

Very simple ones.
Uh, you, ma'am,

the frayed thread on your sleeve
plus last season's shoes

suggest money trouble. True?

No. No, I've--no, we're fine.

Uh, we're fine.

See? A lie.

Did you kill Antonio Castro?

I didn't even know him.

And there's the truth.

When I watch you tell a lie,

it helps me determine whether
you're telling the truth.

For example, Marcy here is
sleeping with Ian.

You're not committed to him
emotionally, and you don't think

he's half the man that
your fiance was, do you?

No, that's not true.

A lie.
Thank you very much.

Did you kill Antonio?

Of course not.

And there's the truth.

Is this some kind of joke?

Please be patient.
Take a seat, ma'am.

Mr. Marx, you're more
than a little twisted

in the bedroom, aren't you?

Latex and whips are your thing,
are they not?

Not at all.

Did you kill Antonio Castro?

No, I did not.

Hmm. Uh, you, sir.

If you think
I'm saying a word

without a lawyer on either side
of me, you're crazy.

And any of you that put up with
this is as crazy as he is.

Ladies and gentlemen.

If everybody could just stay
in the room, please.

I don't understand.
What were you trying to do?

The plan was to, uh,

scare the killer
into making a run for it.

You thought that would work?

Certainly had a fair chance,

I thought.

I'm gonna go tell Rigsby
and the others to stand down.

You stay here.

Yeah, it was crazy.

I'll tell you about it
when I get there.

All right. Bye.

Marx!

Mr. Jane.

That didn't work out for you,
so well, did it?

No, it went pretty much
as planned.

- The case is cracked.
- Oh, yeah?

Is that your car?

Yep.

- Wow. That's a nice ride.
- Thanks.

Let's take a little drive.
I'll tell you all about it.

Ride where?

Oh, not far.

I mean, don't you want to be
the first to know who did it?

Okay.

What's in the bag?

Oh, a baby monitor.

I-I'll explain later.

Turn right up here.

So how exactly did that mess
back at the club

work out for you, Mr. Jane?

Wasn't looking for a killer.

I was looking for a liar.

Someone that can answer
an embarrassing question

in public
without getting flustered.

Mm.

Why was that important?

Castro's killer was
a vicious sadist.

Someone that truly enjoyed
watching other people's pain.

He can't show it,

ergo, a first-rate liar.

And you found him?

Sure.

It was you.

Turn, uh, here.

Me?

I noticed when we first talked,
you and, uh, Victor and Breitler

said that Castro hadn't done
anything wrong,

and I could tell
the other two were lying,

but you seemed
to be telling the truth.

And not too many people
fool me like that.

So I tested you again
at the club.

Oh, yeah?

Mm.

How'd I do?

Outstanding.

One of the best liars
I've ever seen.

It explains your success
in sales

and, uh, the kinky sex life.

Just, uh, just--just pull in
a little up here.

None of that means
I killed Antonio.

Sure, it does.

I can prove it.

How?

Walk with me,
and I'll show you.

Castro didn't take the money.

Too much of a boy scout.

It was you that stole it.

Castro had figured out
that someone was stealing,

so he, uh, he came to you.

Why?
Because you're his boss.

What he didn't realize--
that you were also the thief.

Something's wrong
with the future tallies.

I-I just can't put my finger
on what.

All right.

Okay. I'll look into it.

Then you had to kill him.

How exactly did I do that?

Kind of brilliantly,
I have to say.

The 19:24 club was
the ticket.

Castro was gonna join,

and the night the charity
function took place,

you told him he was
gonna be initiated,

but he had to be hazed first.

You ready?

Now?

Shh. It's supposed to be
a surprise.

Get your car
and meet me around the corner.

I'm gonna drive you there.
But don't tell anybody

where you're going
or what you're doing, okay?

Exactly how embarrassing is
this gonna be?

Awesomely, my brother.

But I do have...

A little help here for you.

Make it go a lot easier.

Trust me.

So you took him
to the factory.

You walked him downstairs...

to the basement.

He did everything you asked.

What the hell?
Yeah.

It'll be all right.

You can do it.

You good?

Yeah. What now?

Just you wait.

And then you went
to his house

and sent e-mails
from his computer,

so that no one could connect
his disappearance

with the club or you.

Mm. Well, this--that sounds
pretty cool.

Except Castro was a thief.

All the trades were
on his account.

You had weeks
to fake that data.

I bet that wasn't very hard
for you.

Ooh. Gosh, I must be
a very bad man.

Vicious and heartless.

You gave Castro the most
terrifying death possible.

You're evil.

Where's your proof?

You're gonna confess to me.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Why would I do that?

What, you're gonna scare me
into saying that I did it?

That's your plan?

Yeah, that's the plan.

Hey.

Good morning, Lisbon.

Got your message.

What are you doing here?

Resting.

Solved the case.

Really?

Yeah, it was Benjamin Marx.

He stole the money,
killed Castro,

and pinned the theft on him.

How do you know that?

He's gonna confess.

Gonna confess?

Mm. Very soon, I think.

Where is he?

Uh...

He's here.

Oh. Sorry.

Somebody help me!

Jane, help me! Please!

Yeah, he--he does go on.

You locked him in a coffin?

Yeah. Give him a taste
of his own medicine.

Where is he?

How long has he been in there?

We have to get him out.
He'll die.

Not until he confesses.

Jane, you can't do this.

Sure, I can. Watch this.

Marx, you hear me?

Jane! Jane, help, me, please.

Please! I can't breathe!

No problem. Just admit
to killing Castro.

Marx.

No!

Okay. Die.

Jane, tell me where he is.

I mean it.

Marx, you change your mind?

Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Jane!

Okay, I'm gonna walk away
from here,

and no one will ever find you.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

I did it!
Yeah, I-I killed Antonio.

You locked him in that box
and you left him to die.

I did. I did. I did.

Please. Get me out of here.

You must have kept a trophy.
Where is it?

Yes! Okay. Okay. Okay.

His key ring. His key ring.
There's an army insignia on it.

In a box, okay?

Top shelf, bedroom closet.
Okay? Please.

Well, there you go.

He's, uh, over by that tree.

There.

I need an ambulance
at the Willow Wood cemetery

as soon as possible.

God, Jane!

What'd you find?

Okay.

Cho said
they found the key ring

in the exact place
Marx said it would be.

Let's go see Wainright.

Come on.

You know, I really
can't see the problem.

I closed the case.

You solved what--what case?
There is no case.

No judge is ever gonna let
that confession stand.

They're gonna throw out
the key chain also.

Marx is
never gonna see a trial.

Meh. Let the lawyers
sort it out.

Cho and the accountants have
already found evidence

in Castro's trading accounts

that it was Marx
who stole the money.

The D.A. is gonna charge him
with theft and security fraud.

Now I think we can build
a murder case

on top of that
without the confession.

See?

I don't care.

You assaulted Marx.

Sac P.D. wants to arrest you.

Marx had a gun.
That's self-defense.

I think a jury
will believe me.

Jane is under a tremendous
amount of stress.

I'm fine, thank you.

Look, you tortured the guy,
for Christ sakes.

Jane, you tortured him.

Do you have any notion
how that makes the CBI look?

I gave an evil psychopath
justice.

Now does anyone here think that
Marx didn't deserve what he got?

I think he deserved it.

Thank you, Grace.
Anyone else?

Cho? Rigsby?

No, I get it. It's okay.

You crossed the line.

Yes, of course I did.
I crossed the line.

I had to to get Marx. It was
the only way to get Marx.

If you don't get the bad guy,

then what's the point
of all this?

I'm not gonna apologize.

Maybe you should take
a time-out.

You know what?
That's a good idea.

You're suspended
as of this moment.

You're not gonna come
into this office.

You're not gonna have
anything to do with the CBI.

There'll be a hearing
on your status in 30 days.

And I want you to know
I'm gonna personally recommend

CBI discontinue you permanently
as a consultant.

I understand that you're under
some distress, Jane,

but you shamed us today.

I'm not gonna let that
happen again.

You're a pathetic little boy.

Excuse me?

You're a child.

Daddy was mean to you.
He thought you were soft.

You're a mama's boy.

I'm s--this has--

Oh, go home, little boy.
Go home to mama.

Go on. Off to mama.

- Jane, stop.
- Oh, come on.

He's a pathetic, little,
mewling mama's boy.

He's still got her milk
on his lip. Look at him.

Huh?

Boss, stop.

Boss, take it easy.

Take it easy.
Come on. Come on.

Take it easy.

You son of a--

Okay. Okay.

Get off me. Get off.

On second thought,
you're not suspended.

You're fired.

Get out of here right now.

Jane.

Jane, don't do anything rash.

We can work this out.
We'll fix it.

I doubt that.

I'll come by
your place tonight.

We'll talk it out, okay?

You're sweet.

Let me help you.

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