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Hey.

Morning.

Coffee?

Thank you.

Made you breakfast.

Oh,
you shouldn't have.

Well, when there's a guest,
I like to make a fuss.

And I like
the fuss you make.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Something wrong?

Just...work stuff.

Listen, I was wondering
if we could get dinner tonight.

Or...is that weird
because we went out last night?

Is -- is two nights in a row
weird?

No. I don't think
it's weird.

Okay, good.

I'll make a reservation.

A reservation, huh?

Like I said,
I like to make a fuss.

I have to go to work.

I will take this to go.

I'll see you later?

Yeah.

Morning, Lisbon.

Hey, Jane.

Hey. We just got a call
from the Forest Service.

They caught a body
in Sam Houston National Forest.

Abbott wants you guys
to go check it out.

How far away is that?

Mm...100, 120 miles.

Is there a problem?

No. No.

She has plans
for tonight.

She's worried about
getting back in time.

Really?

Actually,
it is not a problem.

Nonsense. Doesn't the FBI
have helicopters?

Can't we just
take one of those?

I guess,
I-if it's available.

That will not be
necessary.

Nonsense. We'll be up and back
in a jiffy.

Just tell your agent Pike
he owes me a favor.

Hello, there!

Officer Green!
Forestry Service!

Thank you so much
for coming!

This way!

Two hikers found her
around 9:00 this morning.

Any identification?

Nah.
She's a Jane Doe.

But we did find this cellphone
about 10 feet from her body.

Must have fallen
out of her pocket.

It's pretty beat-up.

Any idea how she died?

Well, medical examiner says
it must be a broken neck,

somewhere between
6:00 and 8:00 this morning.

My first thought was maybe she
was hiking on the road above and fell,

but...I don't know.

Something just seems off
about the body.

That's why
I gave you guys a call.

Sure hope I haven't
wasted your time.

Not at all,
ranger Green.

In fact,
you're very astute.

She wasn't hiking.

You know, you go hiking,
you wear some socks.

No socks...

And no blisters, either,

so I don't think
she walked here.

New, off-brand sneakers
and jeans.

Full face of makeup.

Expensive
ginger-and-citrus shampoo.

She's a girl
of slender means

going out to meet someone
she wanted to look good for.

Any idea where she could have
been brought from?

There's nothing around here
for miles, except the club.

Club?

Yeah, the Foragers' Club.
It's just up the road.

It's kind of
a-a ritzy place.

Very exclusive --
men only.

But, nah,
she didn't come from there.

Now,
how do you know that?

Well, I called
as soon as we found her.

Uh, all their female employees
are accounted for.

And, like I said,
they don't allow female guests.

No one's missing.

Morning.
Welcome to the Foragers' Club.

How may I help you?

We're with the FBI.
Let us in, please.

What's this about?

One of your members
murdered somebody.

We'd like to talk to someone
about that.

I need to talk
to someone at...

Hello?

♪ The Mentalist 6x18 ♪
Forest Green
Original Air Date on April 20, 2014

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@elder_man

Mr. Jane.
Agent Lisbon.

Welcome to the Foragers'.

I'm, uh, Kenyon Russell.
I'm the president.

Listen,
before we begin,

I need to ask you
to wear one of these

while
you're on the grounds.

Uh, all the staff and guests
wear them.

Just, uh,
one of those rules.

All men, huh?
Yeah.

What's that about?

Well, it's just
simple brotherhood, ma'am.

We're not anti-female --
not at all.

We're fully chartered
by the state of Texas

as a private,
single-sex organization.

We have, uh, female employees --
mainly in the dining hall.

But, uh, we just don't accept
women for membership.

Are women allowed
as guests?

Uh, generally no,

though there have been
exceptions --

First Ladies,
for instance.

But, um, none recently.

Please -- sit.

Uh, I know this all sounds
very old-school,

but you have to
understand --

our members are
senators, judges, C.E.O.s.

They're successful,
driven men.

They really have very few places
that they can completely relax.

Here, we have no cellphones,
no Twitter,

no distractions
from the outside world.

Women are a distraction?

Well, no,
of course not.

But we offer, um, um...

Very...unique
kind of camaraderie.

The Foragers' is a --

it's a very special place
for a lot of us,

a place our fathers
and grandfathers built

and brought us to.

Then how did our Jane Doe
get on the property?

She wasn't
on our property.

If she was, I'd know.

We have excellent
security systems in place.

Uh-huh.

Do you know this woman?

This is the poor woman
who died, I assume.

No,
I don't recognize her.

Oh, that's kind of weird,
'cause she was killed here.

And if she were here,
then you would know, right?

That's a, uh, very serious
accusation, Mr. Jane.

I hope you --

The victim was found

with two holes in her shirt
right here --

uh, made from a pin
like this.

So she was wearing
one of these badges...

like this.

She was killed here, and she was
dumped outside the gate.

Holes in her shirt?

That's a pretty, uh,
tenuous theory, at best.

Tenuous?

We are
50 miles from nowhere,

and that poor woman is dead
outside your gate.

Tenuous, it is not,
sir.

Now, I hope we can rely
on your full cooperation.

Yes, ma'am.

I can't promise
she won't hurt anyone.

I-I'll try to restrain her,
but I can't promise.

Sorry.

How many people
are on the grounds?

182 campers
and 97 staff.

There'll be more people coming
for the talk tomorrow.

The talk?

Yeah, we have a speaker
coming in from Silicon Valley

to speak about digital
technology and the economy.

Hmm. We're gonna need the names
of everybody who was here last night.

Well, our membership list
is confidential. You --

I can get a subpoena,
if I have to.

That won't be necessary.

I was merely gonna counsel you
to...exercise discretion here,

for your own sake.

Our members are, um...
powerful people.

You can see our concierge,
Peter Kilgallen,

and he'll give you
the information you need.

His office is right down there
and to the right.

Thank you.

Give it back!

- Hey! Hey, give that b--
- Mr. Russell --

- Don't treat me like a child!
- Mr. Russell.

I'm sorry.

I found Mr. Gryska
using his cellphone.

Marvin.

What are you gonna do?
Spank me?

You know the rule.

There's no cellphones
on the grounds.

I was talking
to my lawyer.

I have matters
that need attention.

Okay, all right, Marvin,
if you have business to do,

you're welcome to take care
of it off the grounds, please.

Oh, forget it.

Who are you?

Teresa Lisbon, FBI.

Oh, here about
the dead girl, huh?

That's great.

First woman here in
a hundred years -- she's a fed.

Excuse me.

Charmer.

Marvin Gryska is
one of our, um...newer members.

I'll let Kilgallen know
you're coming.

Good luck
with the investigation.

Thank you.

I think you can deal
with Kilgallen.

I'm gonna take a walk.

What for?

Men stuff.

Men stuff?
Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Any luck identifying
our forest victim?

We didn't get any matches
off fingerprints.

Facial recognition didn't
pull up any names, either.

What about
the cellphone they found?

Uh, techs are
still working on it,

but haven't
dug anything out yet.

Hey. Spoke to the manager
of a motel in the area.

He said a woman matching
our victim's description

checked in
yesterday morning,

but according to housekeeping,
she hadn't slept in her room.

He faxed me a copy
of her driver's license.

That's her.

Madison Pryce.
Austin address.

I tried calling her apartment.
Nobody answered.

I spoke to the super
in the building.

He said Pryce's younger sister's
been staying with her.

I'll bring her in.

All right.
Let Lisbon and Jane know.

Mr. Kilgallen?

Oh, you must be
agent Lisbon, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. Here you go.

The names and contact numbers
of all the staff.

Also, all the members that were
here last night as of 7:00.

That's when
we close the gates.

Keep that to yourself, though.
It's highly confidential.

I heard.

Does the name Madison Pryce
mean anything to you?

Madison Pryce...

No. No.

Everyone heard about
the woman who died, though.

Is that her name?

You're certain
she wasn't on staff here?

Oh, yeah.
Absolutely.

No one by that name's
worked here since I started,

and that's about --
that's about five years now.

What do you do exactly?

Provide things
for the campers --

anything from
a 120-year-old bottle of Brandy

to a snakebite kit.

You wouldn't believe some of the stuff
I've had to track down.

I'll bet.

Listen, I don't mean
to tell you your business.

But, uh, I think you're
barking up the wrong tree.

That woman --
Madison Pryce, was it?

Yeah.

Yeah. She has
nothing to do with us.

Your boss, Russell,
said the same thing.

Huh.
Maybe we're right, then.

Alan. Alan!

S-stop telling me
to be realistic.

Just tell me how this ends well
for me, 'cause I --

I got to go.

I won't narc.
Don't worry.

Thanks.

Use your phone, they make you
assume the position.

Mm.

You were with that woman.
You're FBI.

"With," not "of."

Yeah, well,
back up, G-man.

I got nothing to say
to you vultures.

You've met the feds
before now, I take it.

Oh, you don't read
the financial pages?

Life's too short.

Your guys are
throwing the book at me.

Conspiracy to commit
securities fraud, wire fraud,

bank fraud,
false S.E.C. filing.

Ah. And your lawyer's trying
to convince you to make a deal.

Yeah -- the schmuck.

Will you?

The hell I will.
Bravo.

Quick question --
Russell said

most of the women on staff
work in the dining hall.

You ever see them
anyplace else?

No -- just a bunch of fat guys
with pleated shorts

as far as the eye can see.

That's a vivid image.

Okay, well, uh,
good luck with the FBI.

You know, they had me
dead to rights,

and I beat 'em.

- I think you can, too.
- What charge?

Murder.

How'd you do that?

Got to know
the right people.

Our mom and dad
were killed in a car accident

when we were little.

The two of us spent years
in and out of foster homes.

And one night,
Madison --

it was, um
it was "Margaret" then --

she ran away,

and I didn't hear from her
for months.

Then, on my birthday,
she sent me $50.

The next year,

she was paying for me
to go to boarding school.

When I graduated,
I-I asked her

if I could stay with her
for a little while.

Where did
the money come from?

She worked.

As a temp, at first,

and then she started
her own company.

It helps executives
with their speaking skills.

She e-mailed me
this morning.

Dee, gentle reminder --

fish must eat,
or fish will die.

Love you.

She's in a cabin.

Could someone have snuck her
into the Foragers' camp --

a boyfriend, maybe?

Madison didn't have
any boyfriends.

She was gay.

Any girlfriends?

Not serious ones.

She worked too hard.

Their business
wasn't doing well.

Do you have any idea

why she might have been
at the Foragers' Club?

No.

She never mentioned it.

We can talk
to the waitstaff

after they're done
with lunch service.

According to the maître d',
it should be an hour and a half.

Not to worry.

Uh, excuse me? Miss?

Uh, could you pour my friend
some coffee, please?

Thank you.

Tell Pike I say hi.

How do you know
it's Pike?

"Jane says hi."

Yeah,
he seems like a good guy.

Mm. He is.

Ah. Good, 'cause you deserve
to be with a good man.

Thanks.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Um...
I'd like to get some cream.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

This, uh...
This fork is dirty.

There. You see that?

Oh.

How about this one?

Oh, yeah, that's clean.
Thank you.

Nice and clean.
Excellent.

Okay.
What is going on?

The video Madison Pryce made
showed

that she stayed in a cabin
the night before she died.

She was gay, so it was unlikely
a man's cabin --

more likely a friend
or a lover.

She washed her hair,

so she probably
borrowed the shampoo

from the other woman.

None of these women here
used that shampoo.

But by process of elimination,
it leaves --

excuse me, miss.

Yes, ma'am, you.
Come here, please.

Ginger citrus.
Very nice.

Very nice.

Uh, there we are.

You were with Madison Pryce
last night.

Excuse me?

Do you know Madison Pryce,
ma'am?

Oh, my God.

It's her, isn't it?
She's the murdered woman.

Oh, my God.

And when was the last time
that you saw Madison?

Um...This morning.

A little after 5:00 --
that's when she left my cabin.

We weren't a couple.

I mean, we hooked up
when she came to the camp,

but it wasn't serious.

We just...
liked each other.

How did you meet?

Last year --

a late-night beer party
for staff.

She just roamed in.

I had no idea
where she'd come from.

What was she doing there?

Work.

It was a gig for her.

What kind of gig?

She was an escort.

A...prostitute?

She preferred "escort".

She kept it quiet
so her sister wouldn't find out.

Ah.

The public-speaking business
was a cover story.

She was gay.

It helped.

She didn't take men
too seriously.

So, she was at the club
to meet a client?

Yeah,
at the Fishing Camp.

Fishing Camp?

Okay.

Thank you.

That was Fischer.

According to Pam,

Madison Pryce
worked as a prostitute

at a brothel
they maintain on the grounds

called the Fishing Camp.

So you run a brothel
at the Foragers.

The club provides a service --
not one I avail myself of.

Sure.

And it's called...

Fishing Camp.

In my father's
and grandfather's time,

it actually was, uh,
used for fishing.

But not anymore.

We had a problem.

In years past,

people would go to a house about
20 miles away from the camp

when they...wanted
that kind of thing.

But there was drunkenness,
accidents, arrests.

Not a healthy situation
in the age of the camera phone.

So Kilgallen...

...came up with the idea

of moving the enterprise
onto our grounds

as a way of avoiding
the difficulties.

And it worked.

We've had no problems
since then.

Except a murder.

Yes. Obviously.

So, it was
Kilgallen's operation?

Yeah. Completely.

He brings the women up
on the weekends,

usually one or two
at a time.

Got them
on some sort of rotation.

The Foragers', by the way,
derives no income from this.

I was very firm
about that.

Did you know
Madison Pryce?

No.

According to Pam Parsons,

Madison visited the camp
several times.

You never saw her?

Well, that wasn't
your question.

You asked me if I knew her,
which I did not,

by any reasonable definition
of the term.

Upon reconsideration,
I think it's possible

that I did see her
once or twice.

We never spoke.

Now, you told Jane you didn't
recognize her picture.

Not many people can get
an evasion like that past Jane.

Your point being...?

You must be
a very good liar.

Where were you
from 6:00 to 8:00 this morning?

I was asleep.

Whoo!

Hey!

Look who I found.

What are you doing here?

Well,
you have poked the bear.

After Russell
was questioned,

he called a few high-powered
people, and they called me,

so I figured I'd come down
and check everything out.

Where's Kilgallen?

I don't know.
He's not in his office.

His laptop isn't there,
either.

Camp security
is looking for him.

He's on the run.
Not the type to pack a bag.

All right. Well, I'll have
Fischer start a search.

So, this is
the Fishing Camp, huh?

Madison used cabin 9.

Pam Parsons says that

Madison left her cabin at 5:00
this morning to come here.

That was the last time
anybody saw her.

I don't think
she died here.

What makes you say that?

Well,
there's nothing out of place.

There's no scratches on the
floor from furniture sliding.

A fight
would have left marks.

Well, I would have called it
just a hunch, but that works, too.

Maybe it started in here
and then went outside.

Either way,
the killer had to have used

something
to move the body.

There's no way they carried it
to where it was found.

There are
a lot of golf carts here.

Get forensics up here.
Have them test the golf carts.

Tell them to bring
the M-VAC system.

That'll dig DNA fragments
out of anything.

And if Madison's DNA
is on that golf cart,

then the killer's
might be, too.

What is that?

Oh. Wait a minute.

Oh.
It's a golf-ball marker.

You use it to, uh,
place your ball on the green.

Whoever visited this room
must've been a serious linksman.

But a place like this, ah,
that must be a lot of people.

I think
we can narrow it down.

Grant Kimura.

Dennis Abbott, FBI.

I'm a fan.

I saw you play
in Augusta last summer.

That putt that you made
on the seventh --

oh, that was amazing.

Amazing.

Patrick Jane.

I don't know anything
about golf.

Okay. Cool.

What's this about?

All security told me

was some guys from the FBI
wanted to talk.

I got a massage in 15.

Oh. Well, we found something
that belongs to you.

Where'd you get that?

Over at the Fishing Camp.
You know it, don't you?

Sure you do.

No, man. I don't know
what you're talking about.

Plays golf
better than he lies, huh?

Who are you, again?

We found it in a cabin

that is used
by a woman named Madison Pryce.

It must have just fallen out
of your pocket while you were there.

There are a million of those.
Could belong to anyone.

Yeah, well,
the Fishing Camp's

for a certain kind
of man --

pampered, hedonistic,
self-centered.

Certainly screams out
"professional athlete".

Now, we're talking to a lot of people
about the Fishing Camp.

If you deny being there
and we find out that you lied,

that's
obstruction of justice.

It's worth
thinking about.

I'm married, okay?

Two little boys.

And my endorsements,

they require a certain...
public image.

Oh, we get it. We get it.
You're in a tough place.

Grant,
what's going on?

Are these people
hassling you?

Man, Greg,
thanks for coming.

I heard from a security guy
the FBI wanted to talk to you.

You guys are FBI,
right?

Well, I'm Gregory Dyer.
I'm Mr. Kimura's attorney.

So whatever conversation
or interrogation

you have going on here
is over

because he's not
gonna say anything.

And the idea
that you would question him

without an attorney present is
a shocking professional lapse.

I'll be complaining
to your superiors.

So frisky.

Oh, we were just talking
to Mr. Kimura

about a woman
named Madison Pryce,

who was killed
earlier this morning.

Now, we believe
Mr. Kimura saw Ms. Pryce

within the last 24 hours.

So anything
that he saw or heard,

that would be a great help
to finding her killer,

which we assume
he wants us to do.

Nice try.

Okay, Abbott, let's go.

It's obvious
we're no match

for the keen legal mind
of Mr. Dyer here.

You're not actually a member
of the Foragers', are you?

No, I'm here
as Grant's guest.

Hmm.

Yeah, I didn't think so.
You're too, uh, sweaty.

Why don't you have one
of those guest-badge thingies?

I'm what's called
a residential guest.

We don't do that.

So concerned about status here,
aren't they?

By the way,
your collar is frayed.

You might want to bill him
for a new shirt.

Still no sign of Kilgallen.
Fischer's put out a BOLO.

Call the office.

Get as many agents up here
as we can find

to sweep the woods.

We got to find this guy.

How's it going
with the golf cart?

The techs are
working on it now.

One of the carts
was methodically cleaned --

no fingerprints,
no dust.

They don't think
they'll find any DNA, either.

Well,
that's the death cart.

The weird thing is,
the techs say

that the cart was washed
within the last hour.

It's still wet.

Why would the killer wait
until now?

That does seem odd.

All right.
Well, ask around.

See if anyone saw
who cleaned the golf cart.

Sure.

Excuse me.
Are you Abbott?

Marvin. Marvin Gryska.

This is a -- this is
a very energetic forager.

You are Abbott
with the FBI, right?

Uh, yes, I am
supervisory agent Dennis Abbott.

Okay.
I need to talk to you.

- I'm busy.
- Have fun.

Just a minute
of your time. Please.

Okay,
what can I do for you?

I made
a couple of calls.

That guy Jane
who was just here --

he told me he beat a murder
charge the FBI had on him.

You're the agent that made
that deal for him, aren't you?

I don't know where you get
your information from, Mr. Gryska,

but I can't discuss that
with you.

It's okay.
My information's good.

You're in Austin.

You have an agent there
named Matthews.

Jim Matthews
is in a different division.

Mr. Gryska,
I can't help you.

You just asked
what could you do for me.

That was
a figure of speech.

I just heard your agent Matthews
has frozen my assets.

He's locked my money away.

And why? Apparently,
he thinks I'm a flight risk.

Are you?

No!

Because the case against me
is gonna collapse.

What was my crime?
I made money. I got rich.

And I made
other people rich --

and not blue-chip types,
like these guys.

Teachers, firemen, cops --
people just like you.

What's your point?

Matthews
is being unreasonable.

I'm looking for someone
reasonable from the FBI

to mediate my situation,

and I'd be very grateful
if I could find that person.

So you're offering me
a bribe?

Well, no, no. No.
That would be illegal.

I'm just looking
to put this mess behind me

so I can get back to the
business of making people rich.

Can we discuss that,
agent Abbott?

I'll get back to you.

Okay. Great.

Soon.

But great.

I came looking for you,

but they said
you're still in the woods.

I'm disappointed.

I'm sorry. I don't know
when I'm gonna be back.

Could we do dinner
tomorrow night, maybe?

No problem.
What's holding you up?

This guy named Kilgallen
took off.

He's nowhere to be found
at the camp.

We put a BOLO out on him, but
that didn't turn anything up.

We figure
he rabbited into the woods.

It's gonna be dark
in an hour,

and there is no way
we're gonna find him at night.

Have your people tried
accessing a forestry satellite?

They're imaging that area
all the time,

looking for fire outbreaks.

That is
an excellent idea.

I used one once
to find a guy who was running

with some stolen
Frederic Remingtons.

Check you out --
good-looking and helpful.

- Bye.
- Bye.

We're at the map coordinates
you gave us.

Okay, according to
the satellite image,

there should be
a clearing ahead.

Yeah, looks like
there's something there.

Is it maybe a...

A service vehicle?

All right. Got it.

That our guy?

Yeah. That's Kilgallen.

The techs and M.E. are
finishing up at the crime scene.

The gun
that Kilgallen was shot with

appears to have been taken from
the club's trapshooting range,

but there's no prints
on it.

Any sign
of Kilgallen's laptop?

None. The killer
must have taken it.

Well, it seems pretty clear
that Kilgallen was murdered

because he knew
who Madison Pryce's killer is.

So, tomorrow,
we go at the club members

about Kilgallen,
right?

Does anyone at the camp
know he's dead?

No, not yet.

Mm. I wouldn't be too quick
to mention it.

Why not?

One dead body
makes people antsy.

They hear about Kilgallen, the
place will be empty by dinner.

So what do we do?

Good question.

Well, I'll let you people
think about that.

I got to draft a memo
to I.A.

Internal affairs?
What's going on with them?

Marvin Gryska
all but offered me a bribe

to release
his frozen assets.

Oh, yeah?

Well, he's desperate.
He's looking at 20 years.

Probably why he wants me
to release his assets --

so he can
run across the border.

What'd you tell him?

What I was
supposed to tell him --

that I'll think about it.

And then I'll get him
to make that offer on tape,

and we'll nail
that fool's ass

for attempting
to bribe a federal official.

Or you could not do
any of that.

Why?
Because I have a better plan.

Were we able to get anything
out of Madison Pryce's phone?

Not yet.
They're still working on it.

We're gonna need that phone
and a little help from Wylie.

Is it possible to get
the camp on lockdown --

no one in or out?

I might be able to claim
the investigation requires it

for a couple of hours,
but no more than that.

Plenty long enough.

Hey.

Morning. What's up?

I need you
to do something for me.

Something shady for Jane?

Why do you ask?

Because people only talk to me
like this

when we're doing
something shady for Jane.

I need you to create an electronic trail
that makes it look like

the FBI just released
millions of dollars in frozen assets.

You mean a DNS hijacking?

When -- when you go
to a bank's website,

it redirects you to a phony version
of the same site.

You can make it look
like anything you want.

Yes -- that.
And yes, it's for Jane.

Okay. Sure.

You can do it?

With my eyes closed.

Good man.

Got your message.
What's up?

I thought
about your offer.

You want your assets
made available to you, right?

So you can take a little trip
before the trial starts?

The cost is 30%
of whatever funds I free up.

At this moment, I'm gonna ask --
are you wearing a wire?

No.

'Cause if you are and you lied just
this is entrapment.

30 -- that's the price.

20.

I am the only one
that can help you right now.

If you don't believe me,
ask Patrick Jane.

30.

30.

All right.

Your funds are now set free,
minus my percentage.

Jim Matthews won't know
for at least three days.

That's it?

Check your account.

Nice doing business
with you.

He just checked
the website.

Everything looks good.

Gryska bought it.

Good.

Okay.

Mr. Jane.

Any sign
of Kilgallen?

Afraid not.

Well, find him soon, please.
I'd very much like to fire him.

Sure.

You, uh, look a little put off.
What seems to be the trouble?

Well, thanks to
your FBI blockade,

our speaker
can't get into the camp.

We're gonna have to
postpone the talk.

Oh. I a--
I am sorry.

That is -- that is --
that's very disappointing.

Yeah. People are
gonna be disappointed.

Mm.

Well, you know,
I-I used to be a magician.

Really?

Yeah.

Um...I was pretty good
at it, actually.

I-I could try and entertain
the troops for you briefly,

if you'd like,
if you twisted my arm.

I mean,
it's the least I could do,

after all the trouble
I've caused.

Yeah, I'm not so sure
about that.

Just, this --
is this yours?

I mean, I'd only charge you
like a-a dollar.

Whoa.

My God,
that was incredible.

I guess the members
might be interested

in, uh...
seeing something, yeah.

Oh, sure they would.

I've got some props,
but I can take care of that.

We'll have some fun.

Okay?

Put a smile
on that face, huh?

See you later.

Okay, people.
Let's get together, shall we?

Ah.
Thanks for coming.

It's important
nobody overhear us.

Where were you?

Uh, I was arranging
to perform this afternoon.

Why?

Just a minute.
Do you have Madison's phone?

Here.

The techs say
that there's an audio file

recorded at 5:52
the morning of Madison's murder.

Apparently, she recorded
a message for herself.

That was around
the same time she was killed.

What if she got audio
of the -- of the killer?

What's on it?

They don't know.
It's too damaged.

They can repair it,
but it'll take weeks.

No need. We can
identify the killer today.

How?

I'm gonna do a routine
onstage

with four objects
that I will say I got

from the club's
lost and found.

One of those
will be this phone.

When the killer sees it,

he will identify it
as Madison's.

And think
that there's evidence on it.

Well, he doesn't know
that the FBI has it.

He's gonna think
it's in the lost and found.

And after the show,
he will go to the lost and found

and try to take it back.

That's when we get him.

Nice.

Unless he doesn't try
to take it.

Oh, he will.

It's like offering honey
to a hungry bear.

He won't be able
to resist.

Now I'm going to place
this card back into the deck.

Do a little dance,

and if you look
in your right pant pocket,

I think you might find,

uh...

What do you got
in there?

How did you do that,
Jim?

Thank you. Thank you.

Now please take a seat.

I'm gonna do one more thing
for you.

I'm gonna need
the assistance

of the irreplaceable
special agent Teresa Lisbon.

Earlier today, I approached
four random members of the club.

Uh, are they here?
Could you raise your hands?

Yes.

I asked each of these men
to go to the club lost and found

and to choose one item
and place it in a cardboard box

and then seal that box.

Do we have the box here?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Now, just to be clear,
neither I nor agent Lisbon

saw what you picked or know
the contents of this box.

Is that correct?

That's correct.

Excellent.

Now, without the benefit
of sight,

I am going to attempt
to identify each object

as agent Lisbon
holds it up.

Huh?

Are we ready?

Yep.

- Here's the box.
- Okay, no, not here.

I have a chair back here.

Okay, just over --
Yeah, it's right here.

You're doing good, Lisbon.
Okay.

You're doing good.
Just stay calm. Relax.

Just let your beauty show.

Okay, are we ready,
agent Lisbon?

Yes, we are.

Then let's begin!

First item.

What am I holding
in my hand?

It takes a licking
but keeps on ticking.

A watch?

Correct.

Next!

What am I holding
in my hand now?

They say
it's mightier than the...

Is it a pen?

Yes, it is.

Two for two.

What is in my hand now?

Ooh.
This one is difficult.

If I could only just...

See.

Glasses?

You are correct.

Last one.

Can you
figure this one out?

It's a word.

"Harm."

No.

"Hurt"?
"Hurt" -- no.

"Broken."

Broken...
Broken...Cell.

Broken --
is it a broken cellphone?

Yes, it is.

Ahh!

Thank you!

Thank you.
Really, thank you.

And...Thank you.

A big Foragers' thank-you

to Mr. Jane
and special agent Lisbon.

Terrific. Terrific.
Beautiful.

I know you can hear me...

And see me...

'Cause you've got a camera
in here.

You did it so you can blackmail
one of Madison's clients.

It's how you also knew

that you needed to clean
that golf cart

before the tech got here.

We only talked about it
in this room,

so we know you heard.

It's how you also knew
not to take the phone.

But I still got it.

And it still has evidence
that will implicate you.

And given the exchange

that I know
you witnessed in here

between me and Mr. Gryska,

I'm pretty sure that you know

that I am willing
to make a deal.

I'll give you 10 minutes.

What kind of deal
are we talking about?

None at all.

Go!

What are you d--

I didn't do anything!

Et voilà.
A honey bear.

We found Kilgallen's laptop
in your room, Mr. Dyer.

Your client Grant Kimura
had scheduled a session

to see Madison Pryce at 10:00
on the day she died.

You were gonna blackmail him,
weren't you?

There are some...irregularities
in Grant's accounts.

I could explain everything.

But I needed some leverage.

When Grant invited me...

to the Foragers' again,

I thought about...
the girl in cabin 9.

He'd been with her before.

So I cut a deal
with Kilgallen.

He let you put the camera
in the cabin.

For a fee.

Kilgallen always
had his hand out.

But when I went to the cabin

to put the camera in
that morning...

...the girl came back early.

What are you doing?

I went after her.

I was just trying to...
Aah!

Make her stop.

Aaaaah!

Aah!

And she just...
stopped moving.

So, you left Kimura's
golf-ball marker in there

to throw suspicion
on him.

Yes.

I thought
that if there was legal trouble,

I could help him,
he would be grateful,

and he would forget
the financial stuff.

Kilgallen figured out
what had happened.

Right away.

And he put his hand out --

said that he'd be quiet
if I paid.

And we met
to settle the terms.

That thing with the phone
was a trick, wasn't it?

Oh, yes.

There's nothing
on that phone.

And Gryska never got
any money, did he?

No. Gryska's under arrest --
just like you.

I'm sorry
we had to put this off.

Oh, it's okay.

I took another girl out
to dinner last night instead.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You trying
to make me jealous?

What's her name?

Gladys...

...E-Eg-Egbert.

Gladys...Egbert?

Hmm? Yeah?

That's the best I could do
on the spur of the moment.

You are a terrible liar.

I like that in a man.

Oh.

Well, I'm glad.

I'm a lousy liar.
So you're right.

Actually, there's, uh, there's
something I wanted to tell you.

Hmm?

What?

That work stuff --
it's actually a promotion.

Really? What kind?

The Bureau is forming
a task force

to deal with
international art theft.

It'll be working with Scotland yard
and other agencies.

Long story short...

They, uh...They -- they --
they want me to run it.

Congratulations.
That's fantastic.

Yeah, but they want me
to run it from D.C.

Oh.

So I'm telling them "no".

you can't do that.

I'm allowed.

It's a great job, okay?
You can't turn it down.

I'm not a kid.

I've been married
and divorced.

I know
when something's real.

And when
it could get serious.

I feel that way about us.

Do you...
feel that way?

Yeah, I do.

Look, one thing I know

is that when you feel that way
about someone,

you got to hang on,
'cause...

Because it doesn't happen
very often.

Marcus.

You cannot turn down
this job.

They are not
gonna offer it to you again.

I know.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

At the same time, the truth is,
I don't want you to go.

I really don't.

What if you came with me?

What?

I'm asking what if...

We went to D.C. --
you and me, together?

What would you think
of that, Teresa?

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