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- Sophie.
- Hmm.

Do you think you could
persuade your sister

to make at least
a token appearance?

I doubt it.

Please try.

- Sure, mom.
- Okay.

Oh, how are you?
Good to see you.

My condolences.

Abs.

Abs.

Abby, are you awake?

- Okay, go in.
- 'Yeah, I'm on my way.'

Yeah. Alright. Alright.

I'm heading through
the front entrance right now.

What's your 20?

Hey, boss.

Victim's name is Austin Marr,
23, multiple stab wounds.

Killed in the guesthouse
last night around 2 a.m.

What's with all the security?

Well, the house belongs
to a federal judge

named Pauline Fitzwilliam.

Her mother just died.

Lot of VIPs are
here for the wake.

Stiff security for a wake.

- Where's Jane?
- Who knows?

He can catch up
when he gets here.

'Metal items in'

'the plastic
containers, please.'

I was looking for Abby.

I didn't even know
Austin was in the house.

- He doesn't live here?
- No.

He's Abby's boyfriend.

He's sweet and gentle.

Who would do this to him?

I need you to stay
with me, Sophie.

Okay.

Does Austin have
family in the area?

No.

Sophie, do you know
where Austin works?

I'm not sure. He's..

He's an illustrator
for children's books.

And how was his
relationship with Abby?

They were in love.

Austin treated her like gold.

When was the last time
you saw your sister?

Yesterday afternoon.

Where is she?
What's happened to her?

That's what we're
trying to figure out.

We'll let you know as soon
as we find anything out.

- Thank you for your time.
- But she's okay, right?

'Cause she's my baby sister.

- We'll let you know.
- Okay.

I talked to security.

They say they've got a sealed
perimeter around the estate.

No one goes in or out
unless it's through them.

Abby came in yesterday
morning at 8:40

but there's no
record that she left.

- So she's still in the house?
- That's the thing.

Local PD and security
searched the property.

Every building, every room.
They can't find her anywhere.

Well, maybe she
left with someone.

Security's saying no.

They check everyone that leaves.

They even search their cars.

So Abby's missing

but security says
she never left?

I was having
such a good day.

Cho, check out Austin.
Home. Work. Other friends.

Van Pelt, get with security.

I want the names of everybody

who was on the property
at the time of death.

- 'And I want to talk to 'em.'
- On it.

Uh, and if you see Jane,
tell him he's officially tardy.

'Sir, all metals items
in the plastic bins, please.'

Sir, please, step back.

Uh...I'm with CBI.

I'm in a hurry.
I'm just gonna go around.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where's your badge?

- You just grabbed my arm.
- Oh, maybe you didn't hear me.

Marcus Whiteside, security
chief here. Where's your badge?

- That's my badge.
- Okay, then, now.

- Go through the gate.
- Where's your badge?

Are we gonna have
a problem here?

No. Not at all.
I'm just asking.

Through the gate.

I'm one of the good
guys here, man.

- I'm-I'm here to help.
- Family, friends, CBI.

Everyone goes
through the gate.

- Got it?
- I got it.

That means you go
through the gate too?

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

Marcus, please,
be my guest. After you.

The least I could do.

Hmm.

Uh, you know, I-I may..

Can I just...
please. Thank you.

Mm.

Seems to be working.

Come on. I want a bite.
Just give me a bite.

-No. You don't deserve it.
- I just want one bite.

Well, maybe I'm just
gonna have to take it then.

'Then take it. No?'

- I love you so much.
- I love you too.

Oh. You hear that?
She loves me.

I know what's
happened here.

What's that, judge?

Three months
ago I sentenced

a man named
Raymond Tubbs

to forty years without parole.

He's a white supremacist,
runs a gang

that's been robbing banks
up and down the coast.

Mr. Tubbs swore he would
kill me and my family.

So, obviously...
someone working for him

killed poor Austin
and took Abby.

But your security team says
nobody entered the compound.

Well, they also said
Abby must still be here

and they've searched
and haven't found her.

So, obviously...they're
wrong in some respects.

Where's Tubbs doing time?

Folsom. That doesn't stop him.

Last month he sent
a member of his gang

to break into our house.

That's when we
stepped up security.

Did your forensics get
anything from the crime scene?

Ma'am, we prefer
not to give details

of our investigation
until it's compl--

Agent, I was a DA for 12 years.

I can pick up the phone
and find out what you've got

or you can just tell me.

Partial prints on the murder
weapon and Austin's blood.

- We're running it now.
- Fine.

You'll find that it belongs
to someone working for Tubbs.

You track him

you will find Abby.

We'll look into Tubbs.

But there are other
avenues to explore.

Such as.

Ma'am, as a matter of course

we looked into
Abby's background.

She has issues with
drug and alcohol abuse.

Had issues.

She's been clean for months.

And what has that to do
with this situation?

Parents aren't always the first
to know about a relapse

and drug dealers are
dangerous company.

- Abby was clean and sober.
- And Austin?

He was the same.

And how was their
relationship lately?

It was good.

There were
wounds on his face.

Fingernail scratches
which suggests

he had a fight with a female
shortly before he was killed.

Are you suggesting..

..that Abby fought with
Austin and then killed him?

Like I said, ma'am,
other avenues to explore.

Agent, if my
daughter comes to harm

because you frittered
away your time

looking into her personal
life, your career is over.

Do you understand me?

Ma'am, I understand
your distress

during this difficult time.

But we'll go wherever
this investigation takes us.

It's my duty.

Ah.

Can I help you?

Well, that depends.

Who are you?

- Ed Saban.
- Uh, I just..

Oh. And you are?

Patrick Jane, CBI.

Oh, I-I spoke with
one of your colleagues.

Uh...Van Pelt, I believe.

Does that mean you've
had enough of questions?

Uh...n-no. That-that's not--

Good. Where were
you last night?

Uh...here.

Uh, i-i-in bed. I..

I was tired from
working all day and..

...took a sleeping pill.

Hmm.

I'm not actually a cop.

I'm what you, uh, would
refer to as a...consultant.

Oh.

- Funny.
- No.

You have
a distinctly medical air.

Are you a family doctor?

Uh, Ethel's. I, uh, I took
care of her the last year or so.

- Oops.
- Ethel was 93.

I think, all
things considered

we gave her
a reasonably peaceful end.

Hmm.

So what do you think's
happened to Abby?

Who?

Abigail Fitzwilliam.
Uh, Ethel's granddaughter.

Oh, Abby. Yeah.
What about her?

She's missing, i-isn't she?

Is she?
Do the police know?

- You're joking again.
- Yes.

How would you describe Abby?

Oh, uh, uh..

...a good-hearted young woman.

Full of life. Vivacious.

Oh. Uh, excuse me..

Um, please.

Oh. Uh..

Lisbon, hello.

Jane, where are you?

I'm just talking with
the family doctor here.

He says our missing girl

is an unstable
nymphomaniacal stoner.

- Interesting, no?
- Uh, I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.
You practically screamed it.

I'm at the front door now.

- Meet me here.
- Yeah.

I-I'll be right there.

Thanks for your time.

- 'No sign of the girl?'
- 'No.'

'And the security people say'

'she couldn't have
possibly left'

the property without
their knowledge.

We should see
if she was sleeping

with any of the security people.

It's a thought.

And the mom says neo-Nazis

'staged a raid,
but security said'

nobody came on the property,
so...puzzle that out.

- Give me a minute.
- 'Cho.'

Yeah, I need you to
check out Raymond Tubbs.

He's in federal
prison in Folsom.

Yeah, talk to him, see what he
knows about the Fitzwilliams.

Also, did you get anything on
those fingerprints? Let me know.

Okay. Minute's up.
What's the answer?

Well, that was not a minute.

That was less than
30 seconds, even.

- You are something else.
- Agent Lisbon.

You said that, um, if you found
anything you'd let me know.

- Have you?
- No, Sophie.

- I'm sorry.
- I got it.

- What?
- You asked me to puzzle it out.

I puzzled it out.

- What? What is it?
- Uh.

Well, there's been
no ransom demand

so that rules out abduction.

Leaves three options for
your sister's disappearance.

One, she was killed and her body
was removed from the compound.

Two, she was killed and her
body was hidden on the compound.

Or three, she killed
Austin and fled the scene.

No, that can't be.

- You're hiding something.
- What? No?

Obviously something about
your sister. What is it?

- No.
- Oh, come on.

You can tell me.

You don't know Abby.

- She would never hurt Austin.
- 'You want to believe that.'

But you know it's
not true, don't you?

You ever notice that...feeling,
that physical unwell feeling

you get when you
know you should say

or do something
and you don't?

Heart pounds,
headache, backache.

You can feel better..

...immediately..

...if you tell the truth..

...right now.

Yesterday, I went to
the guesthouse to see Abby.

Mm-hmm.

Austin was there,
and they were arguing.

I have never seen
them like that.

Abby tried to leave

and Austin started
to shake her..

...and he was yelling
at her and shaking her.

What did Abby do?

- She hit him in the face.
- Yeah.

He was bleeding.

Then what happened?

I don't know. I left.

Excuse me.

Of course.

Well, thank you, Sophie.

That was very valuable.

Now you should take
a little lie-down

maybe catch up on some sleep.

Okay.

When you wake up, you're
gonna feel a lot better.

Thank you.

Forensics got a match
from the prints

from the knife that was
used as the murder weapon.

They're Abby's.

I'm telling you, Abby did
not leave that compound.

You and your men searched
the house and the grounds.

She wasn't there.

Is it possible that
there's a hole in the system?

There are cameras, regular
patrols, and motion sensors.

It's just not possible.

We'll have to search
the place again is all.

- We must've missed her.
- First things first.

Could somebody in the family
have helped Abby escape?

None of them have access
to the security system.

Not even Pauline.

What about your men?
Are any of them vulnerabilities?

They're ex-military
and law enforcement.

I handpicked them myself.

We're gonna need
a list of their names.

You're wasting your time.

You should be talking
to all the people who were

onthe compoundwhen Austin was killed.

We have talked to them. Six
in total, not including Abby.

Pauline, Sophie, Ed Saban,
two maids, Ethel's cousin, Ruth.

We're looking into all
of them, but right now

what I am interested
in is finding Abby.

So, Abby and Austin have
a fight and then later on

that night she kills him?

That's what it looks like.

Still doesn't explain

how she got off the estate.

When we find Abby,
we'll have our answer.

Whiteside sent me a list of
the names of his security team.

Run background checks on them.
See if anything comes up.

- Yeah, you got it.
- Hey, boss.

Abby Fitzwilliam used her
credit card three hours ago

at a boutique
in San Francisco.

The store faxed over
an itemized receipt.

Let's go check it out.

"Marin Life" magazine?

Mm. It's a good read.

Abby liked to party,
just like the doctor said.

She and her posse
are all through this.

The point is..

I'm exploring the world

of the suspect.

Well, you enjoy exploring.

We'll go get on her
trail and arrest her.

What did Abby
buy at the store?

Um..."skirt suit, blazer,
and a Tumi bag." Why?

No reason.

- She was in a few hours ago.
- Okay.

She spent $800 on a skirt suit,
blazer, and a handbag.

- Okay. Mm, uh..
- Here's her picture.

Oh, yeah. I remember.
Blonder, though.

- Was she with anyone?
- No.

Do you remember
anything else about her?

Fierce shoes.
Oh, she left an address.

Jacket needed altering.

Do you want it?

Yes.

Put your badge away.

If she thinks we're
cops, she might run.

I don't feel like running.

Hi. We have a delivery
from L Couturier.

- You want to open the door?
- 'She's lying.'

Abby Fitzwilliam,
you're under arrest.

I'm not Abby.

Put your hands
in the air now!

Lisbon, Grace,
where's your manners?

This is Daniella,
Abby's best friend.

Come in. Have a seat.

Okay. You win.
How'd you find Daniella?

What's my prize?

Abby Fitzwilliam
is a party girl

with a rebellious streak.

She dresses like one.
Lots of animal prints.

- The receipt.
- Skirt suit, blazer, Tumi bag.

Very East Coast prep.

No way Abby would've
bought any of that.

Daniella is the only one of
Abby's friends with that, uh

appropriate sense of style.

- How'd you find her?
- ESP.

No, I had Cho
look up her address.

Hmm.

Why did you steal
Abby's credit card?

I didn't.
She loaned it to me.

She was a good friend.

I have friends, Daniella.

I don't loan them
my credit card.

Well, what can I say?
Abby is generous.

I have a job interview
in a few days.

She said I needed
to look my best.

She always helped me
when I needed it.

Even if I said no,
she wouldn't listen.

It's true. Ask around.

She did it for
lots of people.

When did she
give you the card?

Um...three days ago.

The day before
she went missing?

Abby called me and told me
her grandma was really sick

and that she wasn't
gonna last much longer.

I went over to be with her.

How'd she seem?

She was sad.

Crying a lot.

She and her grandma
were really close.

And she was drinking. It was,
it was just wine, but still.

I told her I didn't
think it was a good idea.

You know, she had problems
with that kind of stuff.

Was Austin there?

Abby wouldn't have
been drinking if he was.

Austin's totally
straight-edged.

He got her sober.

The night Abby went
missing, where were you?

In LA for work.

Boss, need you out here.

I said Mr. Jane.
I want to talk to Mr. Jane.

- Where is he?
- I turned my back for a second.

You know how he is.

He's not here right now, Sophie.

What's the problem?

I, um, I got this message.

I don't know what it means.

What message?
What are you talking about?

'Tell your bitch mom
that's what she gets'

'for messing
with Raymond Tubbs.'

'Your sister and her friend
were just the beginning.'

'You will reap the whirlwind.
Eight, eight!'

I've never heard
that voice before.

"Eight, eight."
What does that mean?

It's a code used
by white supremacists.

The eighth letter
of the alphabet. H, H.

- HeilHitler.
- It's blocked.

Sophie, we're gonna need
your phone for a little while.

- Get a trace on it.
- Yeah, you got it.

You said Abby did this.

You said her fingerprint
was on the knife.

We don't know
what this means

but right now you
shouldn't be alone.

I'm gonna have
an agent bring you home.

What about Abby? Did these
people do something to her?

That's what we're gonna
find out. Come with me.

Okay.

Raymond Tubbs?

Yeah. Who are you?

I'm Agent Cho from the CBI.

I'd like to ask
you a few questions

about Pauline Fitzwilliam.

What about her?

A man was killed on
the Fitzwilliam compound.

A family member is missing.

Another family member
received a voice mail.

It said, "That's what you get
for messing with Raymond Tubbs."

Leadership's a bitch, huh?

You try to keep
your folks on point

and then some darn
fool opens his mouth.

Where you hail from, Agent Cho?

Oakland.

Okay.

- Where are your parents from?
- Korea.

Koreans. Good people.
Know who they are.

A lot of people today don't
know who the heck they are.

A man without
knowledge of his roots

is like a cabbage
in this society.

That's true.

So you deny any
connection to the incidents

at the Fitzwilliam compound?

Heck, no.

There's an Aryan
soldier who honors

and respects me
inside the compound.

He carried out
the mission for me.

I'm just saying I wouldn't
call anyone about it.

That's just dumb.

But I guess there's
a dummy in any group.

Right,Agent Cho?

Mr. Jane, may I ask--

Marcus, if I wanted
to break into this compound

where would be
the best place to do it?

- Excuse me?
- Where's the weak link?

This property
is 100% secure.

When you learned
someone had been murdered

in the guesthouse, something
popped into your mind.

An image of a location you've
been worried about, a weakness.

What was it?

- No.
- Yes.

- It's nothing, but, uh..
- Go on.

North wall.

Property bends
around a gully.

Curve in the wall makes
it hard for the sensors

to pick up movement.

Okay.

You'll need to go
through the gate.

Okay. Of course.

This Aryan soldier,
give me a name.

Yeah. No.
Why would I do that?

You've had your revenge already.

Why not give up your man?

Life could be a lot
easier for you in here

if we tell the warden
you're helping us out.

Extra smokes, more yard time?

Yeah. Like that.
Flat screen TV maybe.

You don't understand. There's
honoramong us race warriors.

'Loyalty.'

'Brotherhood.'

Yeah, right.

What do you mean,
"Yeah, right?"

It means you're
wasting my time.

You have no one
inside the compound.

There are no Aryan
warriors out there

'awaiting your orders.'

You're a sad little
man alone in a box

living on delusions
of grandeur.

You are 100% wrong.

I got an army behind me.
An army.

And I got a guy inside.

- 'No, you don't.'
- Hey, wait a minute!

Howard Dressler is his name.

Myguy.Inside.

So choke on that, Cho.

Thanks.

HeilHitler.

Blood pressure's still high.

So is your heart rate.

I'm gonna give you a Xanax
to help calm you down.

I don't want any
medication. Not today.

Any word on Abby?

No.

Then if you'll excuse me
my mother's funeral

is this afternoon, and I really
need to finish her eulogy.

- I'll come back later.
- Thank you, Ed.

So you're holding
the service here?

Yes. She's being buried on
the property beside my father.

Surprising you're
going ahead with it.

Given recent events.

What would you
have me do, Mr. Jane?

I'm sorry if I'm not behaving
the way you think I should.

It's not every day
my mother dies

and my daughter goes missing.

Now if there's..

...anything else you need?

No.

Good.

Because I really
mustfinish this.

By all means.

Hmm.

That's a beautiful rug.

- Thank you.
- It's very nice.

Held up well...especially
having kids in the house.

That's because I never
let the girls play on it.

You said that.

But Abby didn't
listen to you, did she?

No.

Whatever she was told not to do

that's exactly
what she would do.

Always contrary.

Hard for someone like
you to handle, I imagine.

Someone like me?

Disciplined. Rigorous.

Wound. You are wound.

It wasn't all bad.

She's a beautiful girl.

She's strong and funny..

...and we'd grown apart
these past few years because..

Well, ever since
my husband died

but even so, there were times
when Abby and I were together

and it was as if
she were a girl again.

And...we were happy.

She's dead, isn't she?

My daughter's dead.

It's not unlikely.

Excuse me.

What's this?

Visitor logs from
the security team.

Every person who entered
and left the compound

over the last three months.

Lisbon wants us
to look through 'em.

Raymond Tubbs
said he had a man

named Howard Dressler
inside the compound.

Is that new?

Oh. Yes.

- 'It's a gift?'
- Uh-huh.

From O'Laughlin, huh?

Uh-huh.

He has good taste.

Thanks.

What was that name again?

Uh, Howard Dressler.

- Got him.
- Nice.

- What's up?
- 'We found Howard Dressler.'

'He tried to run,
but we caught him.'

'We're gonna take him
in now for questioning.'

Nice work. I'll call
you back. What's going on?

Perimeter sensor's
been tripped.

Someone's trying to
break onto the compound.

We're on our way.

CBI! Don't move.

Turn around slowly
with your hands up.

Jane?

Hey, Lisbon.

When did you get here?

Hey, hey, hey. Jane.

How are you guys doing today?

I, myself..

...am having a great day.

I got a call from
a Pauline Fitzwilliam

a Federal Judge...Fitzwilliam..

...saying that
a CBI consultant

was caught stealing
a rug from her residence.

- Ma'am, I sincerely apologize--
- Oh, hush, Lisbon.

There's no reason to apologize.
I was working the case.

The rug was a stand-in corpse.

I just wanted to see
if it was possible

for the killer to leave
the compound with Abby's body.

And is it possible?

Not unless the culprit
was a mountain gorilla.

So now you've had your
fun, to no useful end

and now she's asking me
to remove you from the case.

Is there any reason why
I shouldn't do as she asks?

She's a suspect.

Really?

She hasn't been
excluded, has she?

Then she's still a suspect..

...and it would look bad to be
seen allowing a murder suspect

dictate the terms
of an investigation.

Right?

Is this true, Lisbon?

Is she a suspect?

She has not been excluded.

Okay.

I'll give you some more rope.

Don't hang yourself with it.

And, you know,
next time call me..

...when you want to do
some more foolishness.

"Foolishness," I think,
is a little harsh--

- Go.
- Okay, I'm leaving.

I have your numbers.

Come on, Howard.
Don't lie to me.

Already spoke to Raymond Tubbs.

Raymond Tubbs?

What about him?

Well, you tell me.

He's an American patriot.

I subscribe to some
of his newsletters.

There's no crime in that.

Well, Tubbs says you're his guy
inside the Fitzwilliam compound.

Says that
you're the, uh

"Aryan warrior that avenged
his unjust imprisonment.

- Killed Austin Marr."
- Whoa.

I had nothing
to do with that.

Okay. If you say so.

But you can see
how it looks.

- Not good.
- No, no, no.

I keep my business and my
politics totally separate.

Oh, The Third Reich
Pool Cleaning Company

doesn't play so good, huh?

I've exchanged a few
e-mails with Tubbs.

That's all. If he says
any different, he's lying.

I got immunity for what
I say in here, right?

No.

Okay.

Occasionally..

...I got stuff for Abby.

Stuff? You sold her drugs?

A little coke. Some meth.

When was the last time
you scored for her?

Not for a couple of months

but then the other
day she hit me up.

She was in a real bad way.

She asked me for...an eight
ball and some downers.

It took me a few days,
but I got 'em.

But the morning I showed up,
there was cops everywhere.

I didn't even get
to give 'em to her.

Look, I know I screwed up,
but I didn't kill Austin.

There was a useful
end, by the way.

We now know for sure that nobody
entered or left the property

the night of the murder,
so she must've been murdered

in the guest room
along with Austin.

- Then the killer hid her body.
- We searched.

She's not on the compound.

You searched for
a living, breathing woman

and not a dead body,
big difference.

Why would the killer
hide one victim

and leave
the other one behind?

Good question.

We'll search
the property again.

This time we'll
get cadaver dogs

and more personnel.

No need. I know exactly
where the body is hidden.

- Wait. What are you gonna do?
- Just talk.

But they're in
the middle of the funeral.

You can't just walk
in there willy-nilly.

- Yeah. That's right.
- Thank you.

- I forgot to call Hightower.
- Hightower? Why?

Voice mail.

Hey, Hightower.
It's Jane.

Just wanted to let you know
that, uh, there's gonna be

what you like to call
"foolishness" going on

at Ethel Sebring's funeral.

That's it.
Have a great day.

She told me to call.

- Better hurry.
- Jane.

Jane.

"God, our Father..

"...your power
brings us to birth.

'"Your providence
guides our lives..'

"...and by your command,
we return to dust.

"Unite us together in one family

to sing your praise
forever and ever, amen."

In the name
of the Father and of the Son

'and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.'

Amen. Thank you, father.

Uh, good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Patrick Jane.

For those of you
who don't know me

I am a consultant with the CBI.

I know that
you're all here today

to mourn the loss
of Ethel Sebring.

But I have a very
important announcement

that simply can't wait.

What is the meaning of this?

Uh, just bear with me, please

for one moment.

'Well, there's no
easy way to say this'

so I'm just gonna come
straight out with it.

Abby Fitzwilliam is dead.

- No.
- Yeah, it's true, Sophie.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

How?

We don't know all
the details as yet

but we will know very soon.

Where is she?

'She's hidden in your
grandmother's casket.'

It's quite clever, actually.

It's...it's one place

you wouldn't look for a body

other than the obvious...
exception, of course.

Are you playing some
sort of demented joke?

I wish I could say I was.

Uh..

They were both small women.

They could fit comfortably
together in this box.

The only way we can tell
for sure...is if we, uh..

Well, we're gonna have
to take a quick peek.

'Um, w-we will do it inside.'

Uh, Dr. Saban will
oversee proceedings

to make sure that
everything is shipshape.

Agent, have you no
control over this buffoon?

Lisbon, trust me. You
gotta trust me on this one.

Mr. Jane is making
a valid point.

Ma'am, you know more
about the law than we do.

We can get a warrant, but..

...I think this will be
quicker and less intrusive..

...with all due respect.

Checking the perimeter now.

- This is wrong.
- Oh, please.

Ethel was dignified in life.

She'd want to
remain so in death.

Doctor, you of all people,
should know there's nothing

dignified about death.

What's going on?

Oh. You got my message?

Ma'am, everything
is under control.

What's he doing to that casket?

Well, that's what
I was calling you about.

Opening it.

Jane says that
Abby Fitzwilliam's

body is in the casket.

Oh, my God.

Have you gone completely insane?

No, I don't think so.

There we go.

Pauline, are you sure
you wanna do this?

Just get it over with.

What?

Oh.

Oh, no.

Oh.

The guests have been sent home.
The funeral's been postponed.

- I hope you're happy.
- Oh, it doesn't make sense.

Abby's body is
not in this coffin.

- You promised me.
- Yeah, I thought she was.

I was certain that
she was in there.

Well, you were wrong.

Well, it doesn't make
sense that I was wrong.

Stop saying that.

But this is the perfect
place to hide the body.

It's the one place that
no one would think to look.

- Jane, that's enough.
- No, we..

She's on this compound.
I know that.

I know that she's
on this compound.

Jane.

We need to get the sniffer dogs

and the helicopters and..

'Cause she is here.
I am so sorry.

Sorry.

Okay. Alright. Um..

At first light tomorrow,
I want you to start

a comprehensive
search for Abby's body.

If she's here...find her.

She's here.

Lisbon, what were you thinking?

It was...no excuses, ma'am.

He asked me to
trust him, and I did.

Your job is not to trust him.

Your job is to trust
yourjudgment, not his.

That poor woman
was in the ground.

Not in the ground,
but on her way.

I mean, aren't
we all on our way?

You have messed with
the funeral of a High Court

judge's mother on
the very day she finds out

that her daughter
is most likely dead.

That is a very bad
career move for all of us.

Sorry, if I got
you guys into trouble.

- I made a mistake.
- Oh, I'm sorry. Say that again.

I made a mistake. I said it
twice. I won't say it again.

Because it just now occurs to
me that perhaps I'll be proven

not quite as wrong as I appear
to be in this very moment.

- Is that right?
- Yes. In fact, I'm sure of it.

So don't worry.
Your careers are safe.

Judge Fitzwilliam
will change her tune

once I reveal her
daughter's killer.

- Won't she?
- I imagine she will.

When do you plan
on doing that?

- This very evening.
- This very night?

- But you have to trust me.
- Right.

And what if
you're wrong again?

Well, if I'm wrong,
then we're in deep trouble.

But what are
the chances, really

'of me being wrong
twice in a row?'

Think about that one.

Of course, if either
of you have a better idea

how to find Abby's body
and catch her killer

please, these
are not taxi doors.

They're ears.

It's not gonna work
unless you're quiet.

I can't keep quiet.
My legs are asleep.

What do you mean,
your legs are asleep?

Legs don't sleep.

It's absurd. I don't
know why people say that.

Oh, damn.

Damn.

Where the hell is it?

Hello.

'What's up, doc?'

Put your hands in the air!

Sorry. Did we scare you?

You hid Abby's body and not
Austin's because you had to.

Evidence of your
guilt was inside Abby.

Come on. We both know
the autopsy will confirm it.

You were giving Abby drugs.

A few days before Ethel died..

...Abby relapsed.

She was an addict.

She was either
gonna get her drugs

from me or from the street.

I was managing her addiction.

It's recognized
therapeutic practice.

For which you were paid.

Well, yes, of course.
I'm a doctor.

Of course. So you weren't
doing it to help Abby out.

You were doing it for the money.

With Ethel dying, you needed
a new source of income.

Then along came Abby,
a rich, young addict.

Abby, it's okay. You're okay.

'You're okay. Abby.'

Abby. Abby.
Ab-Ab-Abby, stay with me.

She OD'ed so fast.

I couldn't save her.

- Austin came back.
- What's going on?

Saw what had happened.

W-what'd you do to her?

He was gonna go to the police.

Turn me in.

My whole life was over

if he made that call.

I picked up the knife..

...just to stop him,
not to hurt him.

I wasn't thinking.

Ah!

I figured if I made it
look like Abby did it..

...people would believe it.

I knew if they
found Abby's body

they'd find the drugs
in her system.

So I hid her in my room

in the closet.

I was so scared when the police
came to search the house.

I was sure they'd find her.

You took advantage of Abby.

She trusted you,
and you preyed on her

in her weakest moment.

She never had a chance.

- Hey.
- Mmm.

So I just talked
to Judge Fitzwilliam.

And?

And she says that
if you will apologize

for the cavalier
manner with which you

disrupted her mother's
burial, she will not pursue

disciplinary action against you

or Lisbon or myself.

Hmm.

Tell her, Jane says

she's a self-righteous

embittered old bat
and she should thank me.

Oh, God, Jane, please.

'You're right, Mr. Jane.'

I came here for an apology.

But I realize now I was
wrong to stand on my dignity.

'I am embittered.'

And your
arrogant, callous

'juvenile behavior did'

reveal the truth
after all, so..

...thank you.

'Thank you very much.'

Good evening to you.

Good evening.

Sorry.

Okay, then.

Everyone's happy.