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Morning, boss.

Victim's name is Walton Parcell.

Owner of the jewelry store found here this morning.

Says Walton bought a woman's necklace from her around closing time last night.

So not a robbery?

No. Local cops say there was a jewelry store burglary across town last month.

No signs of a break-in.

Check the surveillance footage.

What do we know about the victim? He's a prison guard from Carson, just outside

of town.

You sure?

Yeah.

Oh,

okay. It's in his hands.

Yeah. Bit nails.

Not too callous, blue collar job, high stress, but no heavy lifting prison

guard. Thought I was losing my touch there for a second. God forbid.

Clothes tell a different story. Check out those formal but comfortable boots

and the cheap business suit.

Looks a little like a detective, don't you think? He kind of does, doesn't he?

Hey, this is not a cheap suit. Oh, hey, hey, I'm not saying anything about your

suit. I'm sure it's not. You're the real deal. But this man here, he was

aspirational. He had hopes to be a lot more than a prison guard. Too bad the

job killed him. Job?

How so?

Well, he worked at a prison. That's where they keep killers.

An ex-inmate. Probably our best bet.

There are a lot of stab wounds.

That's how they learn to kill in prison.

Prison shanks have points, not blades. They use them to puncture bowels, cause

sepsis.

Charming. Well, the question is this. Why would you use a prison shank outside

of prison?

I'll run a check of all the ex-inmates from Carson in the area.

It's a wedding invitation.

Is there a dinner?

Salmon or prime rib? I'm in.

Who am I sitting with?

You're next to Joe.

Where are we with Walton Carsell?

Grew up outside a hang tree. Parents are dead. No close relations nearby.

Started up at Carson on his 21st birthday.

I used his call history to track down a girlfriend, Shelly Dillion. She's a

hairdresser in town.

I'll take Jane and go talk to her. Cho, you go to the prison.

Where are we with Jane's hunch that there's an ex-council? The prison's sent

over the list you asked for. Ex-Carson inmates with violent records still

living in the county.

Jane's right. One of these guys is responsible.

It's probably shoe leather, but somebody should check it out. Take a look at

that.

All right.

Want a partner?

Guess not.

I need to talk to you about a murder investigation I'm working on.

Keep walking, pig.

I got nothing for you.

Hello, Dad.

Good to see you, too.

You want a beer? No.

Of course not.

I'm surprised you knew where to find me.

Oh, I make it my business to know exactly where you are at all times.

Really?

Keeping tabs on me, huh?

Ain't that sweet.

So you still in Sacramento?

I just need to ask you a few questions.

Procedure?

I'm talking to everyone on this list of ex-Carson inmates.

That guard's been dead less than a day, and you're already grasping at straws.

So you know about the case?

Know about it?

That boy walking around town ten minutes, I could tell you who the killer

is. But not cops.

They got procedures.

Look, I... I have to know if you were... I get it.

No, sir, officer, I did not kill anyone last night. Then tell me who you were.

Cat in the fiddle.

On Delaware?

They ought to remember me.

You working?

I get by.

Smuggling cigarettes?

Dealing meth again?

My own flesh and blood.

A lousy cop.

Makes me want to puke. I just don't want to see you back in jail, that's all.

You always were a self-righteous little bastard.

That comes from your mom's side of the family.

No matter how many times I straighten you out, I never could fix you that.

It's in the blood, I guess.

You have nothing more to say about Walton, Marcel?

Thanks for your time.

I guess I'm in shock.

I feel like I'm numb, you know?

How long have you known Walton?

Two months.

That's pretty long for me.

And when was the last time you saw him?

Two nights ago.

We had dinner out.

Quick Chinese, nothing special.

He was supposed to call me last night.

But he didn't.

I thought he was done with me.

You know, like that was it.

Walton had bought a gold necklace just before he died.

And you were worried that he was going to leave you? Because he was a good

person? He wasn't your usual type, was he? Yeah, tell me about it.

I don't know if I'll meet another guy like Walton.

Yes.

Your taste for bad boys is a sad relic of your childhood mistreatment. No need

to pick it back up again.

Oh, gee, thanks for the advice, Dr. Phil.

Just because you've heard it before doesn't mean it's not good advice.

Tell us about Walton.

Walton had a plan.

He wasn't floating. He was taking night classes at the community college.

Criminology. Wanted to be a detective.

Can you think of anybody who may have wanted to hurt Walton?

No.

No. Nobody.

Okay. Well, if you think of anything else, just give us a call. I will.

Oh, uh, Shelly, there is one more thing.

Have you ever stolen supplies from work here?

No. No.

Of course not. Good girl.

Well, it meant well, that's for sure.

But... Well, he had these dreams of being a detective.

He just didn't get that's not what we do here.

We're not detectives.

We're zookeepers.

He was overzealous.

Look, I don't want my men looking for trouble.

I want them to finish their shifts with nobody getting hurt, including

themselves. Did you know Walton was studying criminology at the local

college? Yeah.

That was a big part of the problem.

That school was just spurring him on.

Just last month, he told me he was already building a case to transfer one

of the inmates to one of those Supermax facilities, getting help from one of his

professors. Which inmate?

Walton wouldn't tell us.

It's confidential, he says.

He wanted to present his case to us and Walton at the next staff meeting.

Did the inmates know what Walton was doing?

The inmates know everything, more than me.

That's something else Walton didn't understand.

And studies constantly show that eyewitness identification is wrong as

often as it is right. Because the human brain is not a computer.

Can anyone tell me what day of the week May 31st, 1976 fell on?

Tell me quickly.

Monday. You see... Pardon me?

Monday. It was a Monday. My brain is a computer.

It's a steel trap. A computerized steel trap. Professor Huff.

Hi, I'm Agent Lisbon. This is Patrick Jane. We're at the CBI. We're

investigating the murder of Walton Parcell. Oh, I was very sorry to hear

about it. How can we help you?

We know that he was looking to transfer an inmate at the prison, and... Yes, the

inmate was involved in extortion and racketeering, and we analyzed the legal

framework required to take action.

Did he give you the inmate's name?

Well, we deliberately don't use real names in our conversations.

I'm sure he probably mentioned it, but I don't recall.

I'll take over from here, if you don't mind.

Hello, class.

Memory is unreliable because the untrained brain has a crappy filing

system. It takes everything that happens to you and throws it all willy-nilly

into a big dark closet. When you go in there looking for something, all you can

find are the big obvious things, like when your mom died, or stuff that you

don't really need, stuff that you're not looking for, like the words to

Copacabana. You can't find what you need, but don't panic because it is

still there.

Now. If we may, my lovely assistant and I will help you rummage through your

magic closets.

Somewhere in there lurks a name.

So start digging and sorting and pulling things out and weeding through. It may

be connected to the way that Walton laughed or the smell of his breath.

You just thought of something.

The inmate must have tattoos.

Walton said the guy beat up a tattooist for spelling Aryan wrong. There we go.

Excellent.

Walton asked me questions about crime in my hometown, Fontana. Very good.

We're getting somewhere here.

Just let your mind go wherever it wants.

He may have lent you a pen. He may have worn an ugly shirt.

No, no. He was always very buttoned up and very neat like a soldier.

Like a Roman soldier. A general.

Caesar. Julius.

I know. Wait.

Uh, Brutus. Marcus.

The inmate's name was Marcus. So we're looking for an inmate with white gang

tattoos who's from Fontana whose name is Marcus.

That'll help. Excellent work.

A+. Class dismissed.

No homework.

Oh! Her name was Lola.

She was a showgirl.

Marcus Lansdale. He was a member of the White Trash Lowriders from Fontana when

he shot a highway patrolman during a routine traffic stop ten years ago.

Patrolman's in a wheelchair.

Looks like Walton picked a winner. They suspect him of running the prison's

protection racket.

Protects the drug dealers from the gangs, takes care of snitches, but they

can't prove any of it. If Walton was asking questions, Lansdale probably

heard about it. Jane and I'll go talk to him.

If he's involved, that means there's a hitman on the outside.

Hey, Rigsby.

Jane's hunch about the excursion inmate payoff? I checked out everyone on the

list. Nothing hinky.

All right, well, we need to check into Lansdale's known associates.

Boss, can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure. In your office.

All right.

I've never talked to you about my father.

Sit down.

I know about your dad. I'm your boss.

Steven Robert Rigsby, convicted of manslaughter, assault, drug dealing.

Your father was on that list, wasn't he?

I checked out his alibi. No special treatment. If you want to send someone

else... I trust you, Rigsby.

However, if you ever come into contact with your father on a case, next time

you bring somebody with you.

Yeah, okay.

You need to get a list of Lansdale's known associates.

Get it done by morning.

You got it, boss.

We're here to talk to you about Walton Parcell.

We've read your file. I haven't. I'm getting to it.

I've read your file.

I know that you were running the protection racket here at Carson, that

Walton was planning on moving you to a higher security prison.

California law used to say that a man...

Sentenced to life in prison is legally dead.

That's a fact.

Legally dead.

End.

I've been a dead man for ten years.

The outside world's got no hold on me. You think some screw poking into my

business bothers me?

Ah, you're not so tough.

There's always bigger fish.

Not in my pond.

Well, Walton wanted you transferred. You might end up in a pond with a giant

pike.

You're snapping turtles.

Oof.

I have defended myself very successfully against charges that I am a security

risk. So whatever Parcell wanted to throw at me would have gone the same

way. Did you know what Walt was going to do?

Not until you told me. Maybe one of your friends on the outside told you.

Oh, I can take care of myself.

That's how you ought to know I didn't kill him.

How so?

Because if I want a guard dead, you will find him in a broom closet right here in

Carson in my cell block.

I think he's made some good points.

Marcus, it's been fun. I got places to go, people to meet. Oh!

Personally, I think you got the cheekbones that you can support

something really short. I mean, it'll look great on you. You got a great

skull. I've always said that. I really wish you'd stop.

Oh, we brought a photo as a reference.

There.

Why didn't you tell us he had a brother in prison?

I don't tell anyone about Marcus.

How'd you know?

Well, you share some of the same recessive genes, same earlobes, and you

both have the same tell before you lie.

You were dating a guy who's trying to transfer your brother. He ends up dead.

It doesn't look good. Wait, wait, wait. You think I killed him?

That's crazy.

Not really.

Convince us. Where were you last night?

Annie from the salon's bachelorette party.

You know what? It doesn't matter.

I never would have hurt him.

But you lied to him.

Marcus knew Walton was trying to get him transferred.

So he asked me to get to know him and see what his weaknesses are.

One day I followed Walton from Carson.

He went to a coffee shop. I went in after.

We got to talking.

We had our first date a few days later.

I thought Walton was a sucker.

He could help your brother out, maybe get a few free meals.

What you first thought was weakness, you realized was kindness, and then you got

to like the guy.

Did Walton find out about you?

No, he never found out.

And I wasn't gonna tell him.

When Marcus called me last week, I told...

You told him you couldn't do it anymore, and he got mad.

Did he threaten you?

You don't know what he can do.

I think we do.

Walton's dead. Your brother couldn't have done it from prison. That means

Walton's killer is on the loose.

Well... Well, what? Well, I'm not so sure. I mean, is it... Make a statement.

Maybe we can get your brother to talk, find out who killed Walton.

No.

I'm sorry. That's... that's my brother.

I can't.

I talked to Shelly's co-workers for all of my checks out.

Figures. She didn't feel right for it anyway.

Still, she could be an accomplice.

Where's Jane?

First thing in the morning, he had show taken back to Carson.

What for? Lansdale isn't talking and the killer's on the outside.

Whatever. Any breaks in finding Lansdale's hitman?

I talked to Hangtree PD. They don't have any ideas about a murder-for-hire

candidate. Lansdale's known associates on the outside are a pretty small list.

His whole gang's still in jail. I read the file from the jewelry store burglary

last month and there's nothing there.

We need a new angle.

What is it?

There is one angle I could try.

I thought you'd be back.

I didn't think you'd bring a gift.

We just need a moment of your time.

Can I get you something to drink?

No. I wasn't talking to you.

No, thank you.

You get on that jet.

I warned her you'd be crude.

Couldn't close the deal.

Look, we need your help finding the killer of Walton Parcell.

You said you could find the killer in ten minutes.

I wanted to do that, but why would I want a dealer?

Just show me you can.

Show me you're not just full of big talk.

Well, the least you could do is ask nice.

I knew you know how to ask nice.

Please, Dad.

I need your help.

Uh-huh.

We need to find a woman by the name of Rocket.

Old flame of mine. She knows everything that goes on in Hangtree.

Rocket? Real name?

Elaine Hamilton.

Got an address?

Well, I don't know where she sleeps, but I know where she lives.

This jailbird bar in town.

Can you take us to her?

Yeah, I can do that.

Just give me a second. I'll get my keys.

He was trying to transfer Lansdale.

See, that's Walton for you. Mint well, but naive.

Lansdale sounds like a good target for transfer.

Lansdale is the muscle of Carson.

Nobody's going to talk to Walton. They don't want to find themselves on the bad

end of Lansdale's knife.

He did his own dirty work.

He who holds the knife gets the respect from the guys.

You want to stay on top, you got to back it up.

Wow. This is great.

Reality TV at its finest.

Everything that happens in Cell Block C is right here on these monitors.

Lansdale's too hardcore for a small place. You didn't think about transfer

yourself?

We're guards, not supermen.

Having a shark like Lansdale in the tank keeps all these guys in line.

He does your job for you. That's nice.

So you disapproved of Walton going after Lansdale? I didn't have any knowledge of

that.

Walton's agenda.

That would be supposition.

Okay.

Oh, you see these two?

They're about to punch each other.

Look at the way their shoulders are set. It's very primal.

So are we done here?

I got work to do.

Jane, you have anything else?

Look, look, look, look. Fight.

We got a fight in Northwest Hallway B.

Somebody break it up.

Okay. I'm on my way lock the hallway down Jane unless you have something we

need to get out of here. No you go. I'll get a ride home somehow.

This is way too good

You gonna be here all day?

Oh, there you are.

I don't want to scare you, but, uh... I did some time

myself once.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah.

Anyway, uh... When I was inside, there were prisoners with privileges. What do

you call those, trustees?

Yeah. You have some here?

Yeah, we have a few. I'd like to talk to them.

Okay.

Let's go.

Those guys in the blue.

Those trustees from cell block C. That's Walton's block.

Hmm.

The bald man with the tattoo.

He got long left on his sentence?

The last quiz.

Down to his last year.

I'll take him.

Jorge.

Over here.

Best take two. Keep him honest.

Uh, the guy on the other end. Other side of the table.

Nick Monaco. Another short-timer.

He's not a murderer, is he?

No, Nicky's a second-story man.

A thief.

Got clean hands.

Him too.

Nicky, over here.

This is the place, all right.

Wait here. I'll go get her. No, we'll get her.

You two go walking in there looking like the Cobb family Robinson. The joint will

clear out and you'll never find Rocket.

Okay. You're not back in two minutes. We're coming in.

Got it, officer.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

What's up, Peckerwoods?

You know that game the kids play?

My dad can beat up your dad?

No one ever played that with me.

He's a...

Character. Yeah.

Maybe this will bring you two closer together.

Don't I want your breath?

Hey! Put it down!

You get hurt. I'm going in.

Stop!

So bad.

Oh, your weapon! Now!

Get on out of here, boy!

I'm a cop. Everybody stay calm.

He's got a knife.

Yeah, I can see that. What the hell's going on in here?

Seems Andy over here was a little mad over the last time we crossed paths.

Wanted the fist fight.

Only I don't do fist fights.

They're a waste of time.

Right, Andy?

Let me go.

Please. Just put the knife down. Let me handle this.

To hell with that.

Dad, nobody needs to get cut.

Nobody needs to get shot.

Just put the knife down.

I guess old Andy here ain't gonna be taking any more pokes than me. That's

for sure.

You, get out of here.

Your turn.

Put the gun away, we'll call this a wash.

Better.

Let's go.

What are you trying to do, embarrass me?

Never get between me and my business again.

I just saved your life in there. What, that clown?

He wasn't gonna pull the trigger. Really?

How'd you know?

Weakness, son.

Weakness lives in the eyes.

Wait, Rocket.

She's faster than she looks.

What the hell, Riggs?

I told you to play nice.

You know something about a prison guard getting killed in town?

No. No, sir, I do not.

If I'm lying, I'm dying.

Tell him.

Tell him Which Carwin came into the bar last night

flashed a wad of cash would choke a mule Said he dropped some prison guard for

the do. Where can we find Carwin?

He owns some land out near the quarry Off route 23.

All right.

Thanks for your assistance Some

kind of VIP or something

Something. You boys can relax. I'm an ex-con myself, writing wolf tickets,

talking out your neck.

I'm hip.

Whatever you say, pal.

Okay. That's an interesting tattoo. Looks fresh. You just get that?

Yeah. My cousin just landed in here for drugs.

Nice. He's a real artist.

Well, maybe Nick could use his services.

Not me.

I'm not into all that ink.

Old school.

I get it.

Take care of myself, so what?

Nothing wrong with that.

What's through there?

A loading bay for the laundry.

Let's go take a look, shall we?

Do the laundry for every hotel and restaurant in Hangtree.

Wow. You just keep the prisoners very busy?

Three shifts a day.

All us trustees work as supervisors here in the laundry.

You must know the movers and shakers around here, huh?

Guys like Lansdale?

I know to mind my own business.

You know, you seem like a smart guy.

Don't be an idiot. Excuse me? If you know something, maybe about Lansdale and

his reign of terror, then tell me.

I can get your sentence shortened.

Listen here.

I got six months left in this joint, and then I'm free.

I'd like to spend those six months unstabbed. I get it.

I've been down.

Snitches get stitches.

Yes, you know, that's a popular misconception.

Because stitches are for live people.

Got it.

Is that him?

The mask doesn't help, but yeah, I think so.

Looks like Butch Carman's got himself a good old-fashioned meth lab.

And he's armed.

That's probable cause. We could take him in right now.

We should call for backup. Don't eat. This is gonna be easy.

You don't need to prove anything to anyone.

Huh?

Your father is the last person in the world you should be trying to impress.

You're a good person in spite of him. You don't owe him anything.

You got me wrong. I don't give a damn about my dad. I'm just saying we can

take Carman down now, no problem.

Get down on the ground now. Okay.

Face down on the ground. Arms out to the side now.

Pretty good trick.

Yep.

Always worked on my dad.

We've got you for production of methamphetamine and illegal weapons.

Who knows what else we're gonna find.

I'm just no damn good. That's the truth.

You recognize this man?

I might have done a piece of time with a fella like that once.

Lansdale.

What about this man?

Him? I don't know.

Looks like a cop.

He's the man you killed for Marcus Lansdale.

Okay, hold up. I did what now?

Murder for hire. It's a capital crime.

You finger Lansdale, you'll just go to jail for a long time. Okay, look, I

don't know who's telling you what, but I've never seen that fella in my life.

Why don't you tell me where you were two nights ago?

I was cooking up meth.

Hang tight, butch. It's gonna be a long day.

Hello? Elizabeth, it's Jane. I'm in jail. Come join me.

You're still in Carson? Why?

Uh, I'm catching the killer, of course.

But we've got a pretty good suspect in holding here. You would know that if you

answered your phone. These places aren't exactly built for their reception.

Anyway, trust me, Lisbon.

Get your car keys, get in your car.

Lisbon?

What's this about?

Uh, the gentleman with the shaking leg right there.

Tomas!

Come on.

Looks like heroin.

And I think if you check the water fountain, you might find a... Huh?

Bingo. It's not mine, man. I'm sure it's not.

Let's go. Let's go.

I'm so sure.

Let's go.

You had me drive all the way out here to watch you bust a drug dealer? It wasn't

a bust.

I just have to check to see if my informant's info was good.

Informant? Yeah, I got one of the prisoners talking.

Gonna give us Lansdale. Which prisoner did you get talking?

Nick. The thief.

Yeah. I did the old razzle-dazzle on him.

He's a very cop.

He's ready to make a statement as soon as we can drop the paperwork to get him

out of here.

Nobody likes a snitch.

Let's get him out of here.

The drug bust in the cafeteria.

I know who talked.

Who? Nick, the thief.

Nick?

Cop says he's giving you up next.

No, he's not.

You get me a knife just before light's out.

You be ready.

Lab tech's just finished going through the stuff we seized from Carmen.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. It's turned out to be a pretty nice case.

The meth lab, a garage full of stolen stereos, and about 600 cartons of

untaxed cigarettes.

Looks like your dad came through for once.

Wait, what?

I said it looks like your dad... Untaxed cigarettes?

Yeah, so? Come up for me. I gotta go.

Yeah, man.

Kind of busy here, boy. Your lead was crap.

But Carlin didn't kill that guard.

He was smuggling cigarettes, like you.

That's a weird coincidence, huh?

I'll freshen this up. Yeah, I think you should.

She lied for you to help take out a rival.

The only thing a cop's ever good for is getting rid of the competition.

Besides, you got yourself a nice big bus for you and the redhead.

Everybody's happy.

You used me.

Hey, what's family for?

You know, I think your mom... Don't talk about mommy. Shut up.

and I may be taking a punch at the old man. I'll fix you up right.

Give you some inner peace.

But before you swing, you remember what I said before.

I don't do fist fights.

Come ahead, son.

less snitch.

Nick, I'm coming for you.

Drop the knife, Lansdale.

Don't make me have to pepper spray your ass.

You know the drill.

That's enough to send him to Supermax.

I gotta say, Walt would have liked to see this.

Don't worry, we'll pack your bags for you.

You can all go to hell.

And that goes double for Nick.

It's all over this place that he was the one snitching on me.

Get him out of here.

Get him out of here.

How's somebody gonna get that rat? Take him out of here. Lock the cell block

down. You better move Nick to an isolation unit.

Put him in a laundry room on a night shift.

Let's go.

Time's up, Nicky.

Nick!

Where'd Nick go?

You see Nick?

He was just at the desk. Well, he's not now.

We got a missing convict.

Put us on lockdown.

Yeah, it's a rabbit.

Rabbit dancing?

Rabbits don't dance. Joe, we've got our laundry truck.

Guys, light him up.

Sir, how many did you step out of the vehicle?

Oxenfree!

Son of a bitch.

I had to run. You made everyone think I was a snitch.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that.

My bad, but I just thought it was the best way for you to show us how you

sneak in and out of prison.

Just like you did the night you killed Walton.

I got nothing to say.

Well, we have ways of making you talk.

The hell you doing here?

You burn

my whole

stash?

Yep.

Hardcore.

I do you, you do me. That's the way it should be.

So does that make us even?

Just this once.

I'll give you a fair chance.

I want your damn cop in you, boy.

We're not done yet.

Laundry truck drivers in the other room singing like a bro.

Save us some time and talk, and we'll move you to the East Coast where nobody

knows you're a snitch.

I never snitched.

This guy here made that up.

Oh, well, have fun explaining that to the boys on the cell block.

What the hell?

I'm cooked, right?

I was supposed to get out in six months.

I wanted to have something waiting for me.

So I found a jewelry store in town. I promised I'd drive her a share if he

sneaked me out.

Yes, his poor taste in jewelry was a very early clue.

So I robbed the place.

It went smooth.

So I figured, let's do another one.

And that's when you ran into Walton.

Kid didn't have to be a hero.

He could have just left it alone.

I guess that's just how he was, you know.

He had to try and do the right thing.

Thought I got away clean.

Well, I figured someone that was getting in and out of prison must have the trust

of the guards, hence a trustee. And the laundry, well, that's just the smartest

way out.

There could have been any one of us.

Yes, but you and Jorge stood out. That's why I chose you both.

His tattoo was far better work than the average prison work, you see. And fresh.

Then he mentioned his cousin, the artist, which leaves you in your

perfectly manicured digits.

There's not a nail salon in prison, is there?

I like to look right.

I'm old school.

I never killed anyone on any of my jobs. I never had to.

I was too good to need violence.

But still, you took a knife with you.

Someone stands in front of you, gonna take away everything, you gotta put them

down.

Right or wrong, you put them down.

You get that?

Hey.

What happened today?

Something with your dad?

Yeah.

I was going to make coffee.

Do you want to go to the shop down the street and talk about it? No, I'm fine.

I'm better than fine, actually.

Wait,

there's just one more thing.

I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be at your wedding.

Oh.

That's too bad.

You have something else planned that day?

No.

You see, the problem is, I'm still in love with you.

I can't. Hold on.

I'm not trying to win you back.

You're marrying a good man, and that's not going to change.

But neither am I.

This whole thing where we pretend that we're just friends, it doesn't work.

I don't know what will work, but I know one thing.

I can't watch you marry another man.