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'Where have you been?'

Hunting and gathering.

The victim's name
is Timothy Hartley.

He was killed
sometime last night.

He was shot in the chest,
and then his throat was slit.

His ID says, he's from about
a 100 miles away from here

Hillsborough. No sign
of what he was doing up here.

Sheriff says Hartley's car's
down the road.

- I'll check it out.
- Alright.

- You tell him?
- Tell him what?

- Coroner's office sent Steiner.
- Dr. Steiner?

And we all know how much you
like to make fun of Dr. Steiner.

So don't, okay.

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

No humoring yourself
at his expense.

Is he that way?

Top of the morning to you,
Steiner.

You're looking trim.

Jane.

Ah.

Curiously considerate killer.

Slit his throat after the shots
to put him out of his misery.

Three steps back, please.

What?

Please maintain a distance

of at least three steps
from the body.

Why?

Because this body
is a no-Jane zone.

It will not be a playground
for you.

You will not touch it, or sniff
it, or place playing cards on it

or borrow it
for an interrogation.

If you do, a deputy
will remove you. Clear?

Ah.

That's a little harsh, no?

You have driven me
to desperate measures.

Well, I'm nothing
if I'm not respectful

of my fellow crime fighters.

But I can see everything
I need to from here anyway.

- Really?
- Hmm.

What exactly do you see?

He's in money. But not a banker.

Something more aggressive.
Stocks or such. Social drinker.

Increased his intake lately.

So, under some pressure.

A registered, uh, independent,
though always votes republican

and as much money as he has,
his wife has more.

Ridiculous.

He chose
the tasteless tasseled loafers.

She bought the opal enlaced
sterling silver cuff links.

Guesses.

You might as well say he's going
to meet a tall, dark stranger.

That's very unlikely, doctor.

He's dead.

And by the way, there looks like
there's something

in his left front pant pocket.

"You are about to think,
what the hell?

How did Jane...do that?"

How did you do that?

Ah.

"There are more things
in heaven and Earth, Horatio

than dreamt of
in your philosophy."

'And you planned ahead.'

You asked one of the sheriff
deputies to call you

the next time
Steiner was on a case.

And then you asked them
to plant the note.

That is an absurd theory.

You know this means another
apology at the coroner's office.

- No, it doesn't.
- Yes, it does.

- Steiner loves the attention.
- Lisbon.

What happened?
Where are they?

It was a robbery,
two guys in a pickup pulled

the coroner's van over
and held it up.

- What'd they steal?
- Huh, Get this.

- Your vic's body.
- Hartley's corpse?

That's right. Steiner tried
to stop them, believe it or not.

Dr. Steiner.

Agent Lisbon.
It's not as bad as it looks.

Uh, go get yourself checked out
and then come talk to us.

Jane, was this you?

- Wh..
- Another trick?

Oh.

Jane had nothing to do
with this, nothing at all.

- You didn't, did you?
- Of course, not.

- 'Swear on your life?'
- On your life, even.

Damn it.
Who steals a body?

Interesting though.

The pickup was,
pulled over.

There were two men, apparently
working on the engine.

They flagged us down

for help, we thought,
and then they pulled out guns.

Can you describe them?

They were both white.

A little under 6 feet,
I think.

I can't,
really say much more.

They wore hooded..
Jackets and sunglasses.

One went to the van
and dragged the body bag out.

The one guarding us
went to help him, and..

...that's when I..

...intervened.

Foolish.

For once, I agree with you.

They put the body into the truck
and they-they took off.

- Why would anyone do this?
- We don't know yet. It's early.

I have to take this. I'm sorry.

Thank you for your time,
Dr. Steiner.

- Of course.
- Lisbon.

Ah, thanks for getting back.

Goodbye again, Mr. Jane.

It wasn't your fault.

Excuse me?

They had guns.

Big, scary guns.
There's nothing you could do.

The body is my responsibility.
My reason for being here.

Now I have no reason
or responsibility.

There's nothing for me to do,
I don't expect you to understand

why that feels like failure
to me, but it does.

Want a cup of tea?

I don't think so.

Suit yourself.

I like the chapel in Yountville.

It's just a long way
for the guests to go.

What did you find out
about Vandermeer State Park?

I lovethat place.

Oh. I see.

'Well, I guess
we'll just keep looking.'

I love you, Craig. Bye.

Vandermeer State Park.

Beautiful for wedding.

I've hiked there.

There's an old quaker
meeting house.

'Oh, it would be perfect.'

But I guess
they don't allow weddings.

It's too hard
on the ground vegetation.

What do we have on Hartley?

Jane was right.
He wasin finance.

Ran a hedge fund
called the H.V. Wilder fund.

But his wife's family has
the real money. Name's Cook.

- The Cooks?
- Yeah, I guess.

Wife's name is Peregrine.

I'll deal with the family.

You go and talk
to the people he worked with.

Anything on the missing corpse?

Forensics found
no usable prints on the van

and nothing from
the tire tracks at the scene.

Why steal a dead body?
What can they use it for?

Got me.

Go and have another talk
with the two guys

that were with Steiner.

Get any details
on the thieves or the truck.

Van Pelt,
look for any similar crimes

bodies that were stolen from
hospitals, ambulances, anything.

Good luck with the Cooks.

Yeah, nothing like
telling people

their loved ones are dead.

And oh, by the way,
we lost the corpse.

None of this makes any sense.

The last time I spoke to Tim

he was telling me some
stupid joke he heard at work.

Happy as ever.

Who's responsible, agent?

My son-in-law
didn't just disappear.

Someone is accountable. Who?

Ma'am, we don't know yet.
We're doing the best we can.

- Not good enough.
- Mother.

My dear, when they tell you
they're doing their very best

'that's exactly
what they aren't doing.'

Hell of a place
you've got here.

'Where'd you get
the money for it?'

- Excuse me?
- The moolah.

The scratch.
The shekels. The dollarinis.

What does that have to do
with anything?

Obviously something
you're embarrassed about.

- Sugar beets.
- Sugar beets?

My, uh, my grandfather
grew them.

I love sugar beets.

There's no shame
in sugar beets, Elspeth.

Mrs. Hartley, we found
your husband's body

a 100 miles from here.

Any idea what he was doing
out there?

Uh, no, none at all.

Was there anything
out of the ordinary

going on in his life?
Troubles at work?

Changes in his schedule?

No, we started..

...talking about
having...a family..

...a while back.

There, there, dear.

If there are
no more questions..

You didn't like
your son-in-law, did you?

You found him vulgar
despite his highfalutin job.

And you...you're frightened.

'The body's disappearance alarms
you in a very specific way.'

What is that?

Harrison, please
show our visitors out.

Thank you. I'm good.

Oh, God.
Why do these things happen?

How long have you
and Mr. Hartley been partners?

Oh, uh, five years or so.

We were both interested
in a fund that offered

slightly esoteric
financial instruments.

A hedge fund.

What we do
is pretty complicated.

I don't wanna bore you
with the details.

As I understand it,
you rely on a strategy

that exploits
mean reversion tendencies

of cross currency far forward
rates. Is that right?

Yes.

What did Mr. Hartley
do for the fund?

Built it.
Designed the strategy.

Certifiable genius.
The best.

A fund like yours can lose
people a lot of money.

- Any angry investors?
- No, no, no.

Recently, we've had
excellent returns.

What about work?
Did Hartley have problems here?

Loved is the word.

- How about trouble at home?
- No. Tim adored Peregrine.

He, he-he was a boy scout.

He would never play around.
Wouldn't even think of it.

He, is a straight,
straight arrow.

- I see.
- The straightest.

So nothing new
from the guys with Steiner

but, it wasn't an entirely
wasted journey. I got scones.

I found something.

Three other corpses
have been stolen

from vehicles leaving crime
scenes over the past six months.

Huh. Who caught the cases?

- We did. Rigsby.
- O'Laughlin.

Why is the FBI on this?

It's interstate. One of
the corpses was taken in Nevada.

- You guys have a theory?
- Yeah.

We think the bodies are
being sold at tissue banks.

Tissue banks?

They harvest bone
and tissue from the corpses

then sell them
to medical supply houses.

You're supposed to get
permission from the family

to sell the corpse, but these
guys are skipping that part.

And tissue banks are regulated.

So more likely the thieves are
working with the funeral home.

They provide the bodies
to tissue banks.

I put together a list
of funeral homes in the area.

- We can start with that.
- Great, yeah.

Hey, Rigsby.
My boss asked me to come.

You know, since I've worked
with CBI before.

I'm not trying to get
in your face, is all I'm sayin'.

Didn't think you were.

- Okay, good.
- Okay.

Dr. Steiner, I presume.

What brings you back?

Good news, actually.

A small amount of blood
was recovered

from the dirt under
the body at the crime scene.

It contains
two distinct DNA signatures.

- Killer got cut, too.
- Yes.

Probably while using
a knife on the victim.

There's not enough blood
for an ID

but there could be
more on the corpse.

Interesting. Why did you come
and tell me that in person?

Instead of calling?

I would like to assist in some
small way, if that's alright.

Okay. Let's go get you a gun,
shall we?

Kidding. Welcome. Come on.

Look sharp, Lisbon.
We have a visitor.

Dr. Steiner? Can I help you?

Well, actually, I--

Steiner's gonna be joining us
for a while.

- Umm...okay.
- What is all this mess?

It's Hartley's calendar
and phone records.

We're making a list
of people he saw before he died.

Eh. Clerical work.

We need to figure out
what the big secret is.

- What big secret?
- Yeah, what big secret?

The big, weird secret
that the widow and the partner

and everyone
won't tell us about

because it's too shameful
to mention.

It's funny
you should mention that.

He-he did have an appointment
every week with no description.

Thursdays, 2:15 to 3:30.
No name, no address.

Interesting.

- Clerical work, huh?
- Touche.

If I may, his car's GPS
might have an address.

Yes, it might.

See. Useful already.

2729 Hillview Avenue.

This is the address
in Hartley's GPS.

Okay, what's the game
with Steiner?

- No game.
- What's he doing here, then?

What are any of us doing here?

We don't bring guests
on investigations.

Maybe we should. A different
mystery sleuth for each case.

- Well, if this is some gag--
- It's not.

He asked if he could come along
and I said he could. Alright?

That's it. We're building
bridges, mending fences.

- 'Okay.'
- Planting seeds.

- Uh-huh.
- Laying foundations.

- Okay.
- It's a medical building.

GP's, dentists,
but mostly shrinks.

How do you know
who to talk to?

Any calls in his phone records
to this address?

'No, but we can check
his bank records for payments.'

Uh, we'd need a warrant
for that.

I'd rather just
start knockin' on doors.

Then we're gonna need
more people.

You'll have
to clear that with admin.

Okay, everybody, outside!
Outside!

Come on!
It's not a drill!

Oh, God.
Jane, why'd you do that?

Hustle it. That's the way.

All of you.

Hello, ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Patrick Jane.
I'm with the CBI.

We are looking for the doctor
who treated Timothy Hartley.

I know you have a doctor-patient
confidentiality thing.

Let's not
worry about that right now.

Would Timothy Hartley's doctor,
please raise his or her hand?

Raise it on up.

'I know it's one of you.
maybe to your right'

maybe to your left. Up, up, up,
up with your hand. Bring it up.

Okay, so no one has raised
their hand.

That doesn't matter
because I know that, you, ma'am

are the person who we seek.
Please come forward.

Everyone else, thank you,
and back to your quackery.

What's your name, ma'am?

Dr. Wendelyne Mccormick.

And I won't discuss my patients.

Or the fact that
someone is my patient.

We're investigating the murder
of Timothy Hartley.

He was killed last night.

Oh, God.

Um...alright.

How did you know it was me?

Everyone else was looking around
to see who it was

but you weren't,
because you knew.

Great. The fire department.
I'll go talk to 'em.

Tim had been in therapy
for about four months.

He'd had
a traumatizing experience

that he wanted to work through.

What kind of an experience?

Agent, can I get some assurance
of discretion from you?

It's a sensitive matter
to the people around him.

We can't promise anything.

Very well.

About five months ago

he had an abduction experience.

Excuse me?

He believed he was abducted
by extraterrestrial beings..

...taken to their ship,
examined...and released.

Hmm.

Kidnapped by aliens.

Cool.

I was being lifted
by the light, up and away.

I-I couldn't...
I couldn't do anything.

I was just being...
taken right to the ship.

It happened
when Hartley was driving home

from a trip to Reno.

We found a couple of these
videos on his personal laptop.

Some kind of diary of the event.

And once on the ship,
there were..

...there were beings
all around me...small..

...small...just ash gray.

And...there were
little taller ones, too.

'They're the same color.
They were leaders, I think.'

It just all feels so..

...it feels so concrete.

So real.

- Crazy.
- Sounds sincere to me.

Sincerely cuckoo.

I don't see any sign
he's lying.

It could be a dream
that he experienced

during a hypnagogic state,
that would make it true for him

but not objectively real.

Exactly.
I agree with him completely.

Thousands of people say
it's happened to them.

They can't all be crazy
or lying.

I'm just saying you should
keep an open mind.

You can't prove
there aren't aliens.

That's true.

Okay, th-the point is, the wife
had to have known about this.

- We need to talk to her again.
- Yeah.

Where are we with the body hunt?

We've identified
eight funeral parlors

'that had extensive
legitimate dealings'

with tissue banks.
We're gonna start with them.

We're splitting the interviews
with O'Laughlin.

Alright, let me know
what you find.

Watch the skies, Grace.

Tim told me
as soon as it happened.

He said he met them
in a field outside Auburn.

- Where we found his body?
- Mm-hmm.

He kept going back.
He couldn't tell me why.

I mean, he knew
it wasn't rational.

Why didn't you tell us this
before?

I got a call from Art Vella

Tim's partner.

He told me not to mention it,
begged me.

He said it would be devastating
for the business.

You believed your husband's
story, didn't you?

That's why you were so scared
when the body disappeared.

- You felt the aliens took him.
- Okay, okay.

Listen to me.

My husband wasn't crazy.

Okay?

He wouldn't lie to me
about something like that.

Rubbish, when someone tells you
something contrary to fact

they are lying, full stop.

Don't start, mother.

Agents, my son-in-law was
drunk, or drug-addled, or both.

As for this tabloid trash
about Men from Mars.

- Ladies.
- How can you say that?

- Ridiculous. Just ridiculous!
- This is so like you, mother.

I've never heard
such twaddle in my life..

And he said it
with a straight face.

You honestly think..

Ladies. Ladies, that's enough.

Wait. What are
you looking for?

Ah, yes.

You're a scotch man, right?

Uh...uh, yes, I..

Oh, no, no. I-I shouldn't.

You really should.

Hmm.

Cheers.

You know, don't you?

Excuse me?

You know that I'm sick.

Why would Patrick Jane,
of all people

invite me to a fancy house

and put a first-rate scotch
in my hand if he didn't know?

You've lost some weight.
Eight pounds.

Yes.

Your face is looking drawn.

You're taking
some powerful medication.

I can see it in the pallor
of your skin.

Yes.

I'm dying.

I have a month..

...most likely, maybe less.

I'm sorry.

Ah.

Thank you for the distraction.

Well, it's always good
to...keep busy.

There's probably some, uh,
Havana cigars in that box there.

No. No, no.
I...I couldn't.

Could I?

'Well, you're right.'

This is a good cigar.

Hmm.

The only other time

that I have been
in a room like this

was to examine a man
who died accidentally

in the middle
of an autoerotic ritual.

Well, I bet he died
with a smile on his face.

Excuse me.

- Can I help you?
- Ahem.

'Just leaving, Harrison.'

Why did you tell
Peregrine Hartley

to lie to us, sir?

I didn't tell her to lie.

I asked Peregrine not to raise
certain irrelevant information.

Why'd you do that?

Tim was the brain. I handled
clients, administration.

Tim was the brain.
It's all about confidence.

If the investors hear about
alien probes and whatnot

confidence goes
right out the window.

Then I assume you asked him
not to talk about this.

Constantly.

But Mr. Hartley was
growing certain

his experiences were real.

He must've wanted
to talk about it.

We had some arguments
about it.

Bad arguments?

I didn't kill Tim
because he wanted

to go public
with his cuckoo story.

You need to talk to that
UFO fruitcake that Tim met.

They're friends about a week

and then Tim wanted
nothing more to do with him.

'I think he was trying to
squeeze some money out of Tim.'

What's his name?

Kirk. Can you believe that?

Newsom Kirk.

Is there any way
you can keep this quiet?

- I doubt it.
- 2.8 billion in assets.

We're going down
because my partner thought

he was kidnapped
by little green men.

Gray.

What?

The little men. They're gray.

- Thanks for your time.
- Thank you.

- Appreciate it.
- Bye.

Two down, two to go.
Wanna grab some food?

Oh, there's an errand
I wanna run.

Give me half an hour.
I'll catch up.

Where you going?
I'll take you.

- You don't need to do that.
- Oh, come on. How far is it?

It's a little ways.
It's okay. It's a wedding thing.

Oh, I see.

Why don't I drop you off,
I'll grab something to eat

and then I stay in the car,
okay?

Sure.

- Hello.
- 'Hey, it's O'Laughlin.'

'I tried Grace.
She didn't answer.'

- She's busy.
- 'Where are you?'

'I've got somethin'.'

Gary Wineman, funeral director.

Mentioned "tissue banks"
and he got very nervous.

Mr. Wineman, these are
my colleagues from CBI.

Agents Rigsby and Van Pelt.

Did Agent O'Laughlin mention
what this was about, sir?

Uh, some...bodies
have been stolen

that might have
gone to a tissue bank?

No, that's
the FBI's investigation.

We're investigating a murder.

Oh. You didn't say
anything about that.

I certainly don't know
anything about it.

Well, I hope so, sir.
A case like this.

Anyone connected to it,
even remotely connected

is in big trouble.

Best thing
to protect yourself..

...be very clear about what
you know and what you've done.

Um. Oh, God.

- Uh..
- Okay.

W-we...my wife...
had a baby girl.

And we needed
a little extra cash.

So I started selling
bodies to tissue banks.

And a-a-all legitimate.
I got permission every time.

But the banks
always want more bodies

and my wife
got pregnant again.

- Look, who came to you?
- My cousin.

Not a good person, he said
that if we split the fee..

...he could provide bodies.
No permission necessary.

All I had to do was
dummy up paperwork

giving them false names.

Did he bring you
a corpse today?

No, no, no, no, but I-I
he has done this before

with other funeral homes.
His name is Owen Melling.

- I-I-I had no--
- Where is he now, sir?

Melling's done time
for assault, armed robbery

and truck hijacking.

Did the truck jobs
with a buddy named Jim Matthews.

Both are on parole. Melling owes
15 years, Matthews owes 12.

And they know
if they get picked up

they're violated back in.
It's good times.

Owen Melling?

CBI.

We need to talk to you
about a robbery this morning.

Just wanna get
some facts straight.

Come down to the office
and we can explain.

Jim! Cops.

- Jim Matthews?
- Yeah. What's up?

This is about
some robbery, this morning.

So what? We were right here.

That's right.
Been here all day.

'Yeah, we still need
to talk to you.'

Now, get your hands
out of your pocket.

- Hands where we can see 'em.
- You heard him. Now.

Don't hassle my boy!
He ain't done nothin'!

Put the weapon down, ma'am.

You just wanna make more trouble
for him. I won't have it.

We just wanna talk to your son.
Everything's gonna be fine.

Just put down the gun, ma'am.

'Please.'

Gun!

Ugh!

O'Laughlin, Grace is in trouble.
Cover me.

O'Laughlin!

Grace, get down!

On the ground!
Facedown! Now!

Get on the ground!

How'd the interview
with Matthews go?

Didn't. He asked for a lawyer.

What'd you find
in Melling's house?

No sign of Hartley's body.

Forensics is checking
the pickup for DNA.

I got something, according
to his cell phone records.

Melling made a call yesterday
to a Wellview Funeral Home.

Could be where
they dropped off Hartley's body.

Get Steiner and go
and check it out.

If the body's there,
he's the one to ID it.

Tracked down an address
for Newsome Kirk.

The guy, Hartley had
a falling-out with.

He runs an organization
for abductees, called

The Fourth Kind Foundation.
Office is downtown.

- Does he have a sheet?
- Running it now.

We'll go talk to him.

- Call if anything pops.
- Okay.

Newsome Kirk,
I'm Agent Lisbon.

This is Agent Cho.
We're with the CBI.

Well, yes.
So sad about Hartley. Welcome.

Welcome.

Agent Cho, you-you've,
you've been,haven't you?

- Excuse me?
- Up.

Taken...with them.

- No.
- Well, I'm getting a..

I'm getting a definite sense.

It sometimes
takes a person years

to realize, they've had
the experience.

- Timothy Hartley.
- Of course. Sorry.

You met him through
the foundation, right?

Yeah. We're here
to serve abductees.

Um, help them come to terms
with their experience.

- Oh.
- Spread the word.

Uh, Tim wanted to talk about
what he'd been going through.

He asked us to keep it
in confidence, and-and we did.

And that's all you did,
talk about his experience?

No. As a matter of fact,
Tim had a lot of money.

And frankly,
we...we need money.

Well, we had-we had several
quite serious discussions

about funding
this...this place.

As a child..

...did-did-did
you have, um, dreams

where you were floating
through the house

as though, pulled
by an unseen force?

No.

Uh, we heard
that the, uh, two of you

had some sort of
a falling-out?

Well, he decided that
he wanted to start

his own foundation.
Er, his right, I say.

- They never got angry?
- No, no.

Uh, if you're looking
for someone Tim hada fight with

you should talk
to that shrink of his.

Uh, McCormick.

'She wanted to write a book
about him.'

He said no. She was angry.

- Okay.
- Boss, from Rigsby.

Uh, Mr. Newsome, is your real
name, Garrett Rosten?

And did you spend a year
in Chino Prison for fraud?

Because your arrest record
says you did.

In my previous life,
I was Garrett Rosten, yes.

And Mr. Hartley seems
like the kind of guy

who would research somebody if
he was considering funding them.

- Did he find out about this?
- I never hid Garrett.

I'm simply
a different person now.

Not that different,
there's a bench warrant out

for your arrest
for kiting checks.

- We're gonna take you in.
- Turn around, please.

It's-it's okay.
It's...just a misunderstanding.

Hey, agent,
the important thing..

...is that you take
a look inside yourself.

And start questioning
those experiences..

...that you can't explain.

Never happened.

I believe you!

Wake up.

Newsome Kirk posted bail.
He's gonna be gone in an hour.

Just in time for the 6:10
to Alpha Centauri.

He was right about
Hartley's psychiatrist.

She did propose a book
but she withdrew it.

- 'So she had a motive.'
- Kinda.

- Who do you think did it?
- "Jabba the Hutt."

- Seriously.
- "Ming the Merciless."

- Okay.
- ALF?

When the aliens do come,
I hope they eat you.

Mm.

- Lisbon.
- Teresa, Brenda Shettrick.

A local news crew is
about to interview Dr. Steiner

about the Hartley case.
Just thought you'd like to know.

He's supposed to be looking
for Hartley's body.

- No, he's here.
- 'Oh, what interview?'

Some background on tissue banks
and the corpse trade.

There's a lot of interest.
He offered to do it.

- 'You didn't know anything?'
- I'll be right there.

Bye, Lisbon.

The legitimate trade in tissue
is a valuable source

of biological material
for medical use.

Unfortunately, this
illegal trade has halted

the investigation into
the death of Timothy Hartley.

How's that?

Well, I-I just came
from a funeral home

where we had hoped
to find Mr. Hartley's body

and it's-it's-it's not there.

The thieves have
hidden it somewhere.

'And there is crucial evidence..
Blood evidence!'

On Mr. Hartley's body
that will identify the killers.

- Brenda.
- If we don't find the evidence.

-Now.
- Guys, that's it.

Thanks very much.

Did I do something wrong?

We don't talk to the press
about evidence.

See, it kinda tells the killer
what we're looking for.

Oh. Sorry.

- How did I do otherwise?
- Oh, good.

- Hey, Cho.
- Yeah.

I think O'Laughlin flaked
on Van Pelt yesterday.

What do you mean?

Well, he saw she was in trouble
and he didn't do anything.

- Guess he was scared.
- It happens.

- Yeah.
- Van Pelt doesn't know this?

No.

I don't know.

The question is,
does she need to know?

Yeah, it's tough.
Your call.

'Dr. Steiner, I'm the coroner.'

You saw the news story
on Hartley's body?

Well, I lied.
I did find the body.

There is evidence on it..

...and it will convict you
of murder.

But I haven't given the police
the body. I've kept it.

And I'm willing to sell it

along with my silence,
for $50,000.

Because I'm a dying man.

All I want, is a few days
of real comfort before I'm gone.

Think about it.
You know how to reach me.

How was that?

Not bad.

A little over-the-top, but
you know, credible, nonetheless.

Sorry.

Still getting used to
all this deception.

What deception?

You did find Hartley's body
at a funeral home.

Yes, but there was
no blood evidence on it.

You can't catch a fish
without bait.

We'll tell Agent Lisbon
what's going on, yes?

- Oh, yeah, eventually.
- Agent Lisbon's a good person.

She reminds me of..

Never mind.

Showtime. Huh?
Let's go.

- Whoo! Whoo!
- Yes.

Testing one, two.

Testing two.
Testing one, two.

Yes, Dr. Steiner.
We can hear you.

- Just like before.
- I'm a little nervous.

'You're doing a great job.
You look the part.'

Are you sure about this?

Are you ever gonna tire
of asking me that?

No.

Someone's coming.

Go.

- Dr. Steiner?
- Put your hands so I can see.

- Hands in the air!
- I'm not armed.

It's the butler!
The butler! It's the butler!

It's the but-the butler did it!
I always wanted to say that.

- But wait. It gets better.
- Let's go.

Ms. Cook.
Good evening.

Remember me?
I can't hear anything with this.

The good doctor here, told us
that Timothy Hartley's murderer

cut himself
whilst doing the killing.

Yeah. Would you mind terribly
showing me your hand?

Oh.

You must let Harrison go.

He has done nothing but serve me
faithfully and well.

As I explained, ma'am,
our DA will drop

the charges
against your butler..

...if you answer
our questions honestly.

I feel like I'm haggling in
a bazaar over the cost of a rug.

But...if you will release
Harrison, then I will speak.

Your son-in-law was
about to go public

with the whole alien
adventure thing, wasn't he?

More than that.

He wanted to start a global
foundation for abductees..

...to see to their needs
and promote their cause.

He was gonna call it,
"The Cook Family Foundation."

Well, that wasn't
going to happen.

No, no, no, you cannot do this.
I won't allow it.

It's not something
you can stop.

Try me. I am not without
resources, young man.

But he said he was going to use his own money for it.

And then he said..

Time's on my side, Elspeth.

What do you mean, Timothy?

Timothy, come back here!

I knew what he meant,
Hartley was going to wait

until I was dead,
and then use my money

and my daughter
to turn the Cook name

into an international joke.

So the next time he went to that
place he was always visiting..

...we followed.

Why slit Hartley's throat?

That was the telltale sign..

...a hunter's humanity,
if you will.

You learned how to hunt
and kill at a young age.

Didn't you, Elspeth?

Your father taught you.

'Yes. He was very firm
on that point.'

"Never let the animal suffer."

I got awfully cross with
Consuela for mislaying this.

I shall have to apologize.

Mm.

Hey. What's up?

There's something
I have to talk to you about.

What's that?

Wayne?

What is it?

A friend of mine is a ranger
at Vandermeer State Park

and maybe, I can get him
to give you a waiver

to get married
at that quaker meeting house.

- Really?
- Yeah. I think. I can try.

Wayne, that's fantastic.

- Thank you so much.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna call Craig.
- Yeah, okay.

Please.

Thank you for coming by.

Oh, it's no problem.

Nice place. Tidy.

Thank you.
Please.

I wanted to tell you
how much I appreciated

your letting me come along
on your investigation.

It was...fun.

Hmm, it was fun, wasn't it?

That was my pleasure.

Thank you.

Um, look.

Won't beat around the bush.

About me dying..

I-I know what's
going to happen now.

I've seen it.

There are no mysteries.

It's going to get bad..

...very soon...and then worse.

And I have no interest

in letting nature
take its course.

You understand?

Uh, yes.

You, uh, you want
to kill yourself.

In a nutshell.

I have pills,
I can take.

The problem is..

...if there is
an unexplained death

if a body is found
in an apartment

there is
an investigation, an autopsy.

Mm.

And the idea
of being examined

of being a body
on the-on the table..

But if the death is witnessed
by a Law Enforcement Officer

no investigation is required.

I'm not
a Law Enforcement Officer.

You're close enough,
I think.

I don't know that I can do it,
that I can witness that.

I'm not even sure that killing
yourself is the best idea.

It's what I'm going to do.

Well, that's your choice.

But, uh..

I understand.
I..

I'm sorry.

This was a t-terrible
imposition.

I-I shouldn't have.

Please.
Forget I said anything.

I'm sorry.

Do you have any tea?

Yes, I do.

I could really use
a cup of tea.

Okay.

Sure.

Uh..

- Cookies are in the cupboard.
- Yeah.

- Uh.
- Uh, would you like a cup?

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Well, uh, I'm going
in the other room now.

- I'll be a few minutes.
- Yeah. Take your time.

Here.

The note
in the dead man's...pocket..

...you-you had an arrangement,
with the deputy, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

- I knew it.
- Yeah.

It's an old,
carny magic trick.

- You did magic?
- Oh, yeah.

I first started out, uh,
working close-up

with, uh, cards and coins.

- Really?
- Yeah. I'll show you.

Got a coin in here.

Yeah. Okay.

See that coin?

It's there, right?

And it's gone.

It's there..

'...then it's gone.'

- Amazing.
- It's really quite simple.

It's there...and then it's gone.

Patrick..

...thank you.

Just watch the coin.

And it's gone.

It's there.

'And then it's gone.'

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