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Morning.

Helicopter company.

Cool. I see no yellow tape, no solemn cops. Why are we here, Elizabeth?

I don't know, Jane. All I know is the director called me at 4.30 a.m. and

asked me to handle this personally.

Whatever this is.

And you just do whatever the director says? No questions asked?

He's the director. Okay. Well, call me when you figure it out. Hey, wait. No,

he asked for you specifically, too. I take this nap for freedom, Lisbon. For

every little guy who has a dream.

Nap later. Now we fight crime. No. Agent Lisbon?

Mr.

Jane? Aye. Garth Drucker, head of security for Mr. Bajara.

Yes, sir.

Not for freedom a little later.

Our CEO, Yuri Bajoran, received a call just after midnight.

It was a computerized voice telling him to put his affairs in order and that

he'd be killed in the next 24 hours.

Hang on. A death threat?

Usually we only get the case once there's actually been a death.

So your boss, Mr. Bajoran, has obviously pulled some strings to get us here.

No, no. Mr. Bajoran didn't want the police. He was at them.

Well, someone asked for Agent Lisbon and me specifically.

And that someone must be very powerful.

Probably very rich. Someone like, uh...

Walter Mashburn?

Thank heavens you're here, Patrick.

And Agent... Lisbon. Lisbon, right.

Good to see you. Did you bring us here?

I did. Poor Yuri's in danger. Now, I'm acquiring his company today, and I can't

have him expire before he signs the contract.

You know them?

I was a little misunderstanding last year.

For a brief moment, Walter was a murder suspect in one of our cases.

Didn't do it?

Mr. Mashburn, we're sworn officers of the law. We're not your own personal

private investigators.

When I heard Yuri was in trouble, naturally I wanted the best in law

enforcement.

I take the threat against him very seriously.

Right, Yuri?

Let's sign the contract, Walter. I want to start spending my new fortune.

Yuri Bajoran.

Don't make yourself comfortable.

You won't be here long.

I'm Agent Lisbon, Mr. Bajoran. We're here about the threat. Forget the

threat. It's a prank, a scam.

I'm a wealthy man. I get threats. End of story.

No, he's worried.

It's fascinating how this man can read people. Like magic, really.

I wish I had the skill.

I doubt the insides of a state employee are all that remarkable.

Let's go, Walter.

You're former military, ex-special forces from some Baltic nation, possibly

former KGB.

But in short, you're just a thug in a rug.

I apologize, sir. He doesn't... And despite your impatience, the last thing

you feel like doing is this deal because you don't like Walter and Walter doesn't

like you.

Is he great or what?

You've wasted enough of my time.

Sign the contract now, Walter.

Drucker, with me.

You're such a baby, Yuri.

I'm sorry.

Looks like I might get that nap sooner rather than later, shall we?

Let's do the damn deal, Walter.

Teresa, hey.

While you're here, maybe you and I could get together sometime soon.

Lizbeth!

Stop it. You're fine.

He is fine, man. He will be. That guy's got a pretty bad laceration, but he'll

live. I'll live, Teresa. Did you hear that? I'm alive.

Fantastic. Yes, it is.

Enjoy the adrenaline while it lasts.

Hey, boss.

So I spoke to the arson unit commander. He said it was a massive subsonic

explosive device, probably C4 or Semtex. A giant bomb, Rigsby. Just say it's a

giant bomb.

Yeah, or a giant bomb.

The last seat was under the conference table, made a crate the size of a

minivan. If I hadn't left when I did, then... Yeah, you'd be vaporized, too.

Flirting with Lisbon, that's what saved him. He wasn't flirting with me.

Any indication of terrorist involvement?

Uh, no. It was a very specific targeted detonation. To kill Yuri?

Yeah, and they succeeded.

Forensics found enough remains, barely, to identify Bajoran and his head of

security. Trucker. Poor guy.

I told Yuri we should move the meeting to my office, but he flat-out refused.

Stubborn old bull.

Someone threatens Yuri wanting to frighten him before killing him. Who

hated him that much? Oh, oh, I know that one.

Huh?

If I killed him, Teresa, why would I call in the CBI?

You like games, thrills, Mr. Mashburn.

Walter, please.

Mr. Mashburn is my mother.

I almost died myself.

Yeah, but you escaped at the very last moment. That was lucky.

True. I guess I do look suspicious.

Sit down.

Don't take this personally. I have to ask these questions.

Do you have the knowledge and the resources to put the bomb off?

Yes.

But you know that already, don't you?

My first company, Mashburn Avionics, made high-tech weaponry.

But I started out with cherry bombs in the toilets at reform school. You went

to reform school?

My teachers thought I was incorrigible.

But you know that, too.

Have you ever visited Bajoran's helicopter plant or solicited anybody to

go there? You mean to plant a bomb?

No, ma'am. Never have.

The threat to Yuri Bajoran was made from a disposable phone that was purchased at

a drugstore in Marin County.

Where I have a place.

Mm-hmm.

Along with 250,000 other people.

Look, Teresa, I didn't need to kill Yuri.

I already done worse.

I destroyed him. By taking over his company.

His flagship.

Yuri and I had been in each other for years, and I had finally won. Don't you

see? I'd forced him to sell me his baby.

Although he died before you signed the contract.

I know, the bastard. It's like he reached out from the grave to deny me

one last time.

But bottom line...

I beat him.

And I wanted him waking up for the next 30 years thinking about that.

You hated him so much you wanted him alive.

Exactly. Yuri Bajoran was a bad man, Teresa.

So who wanted him dead?

Who didn't?

Aside from me.

His widow?

Marie?

No? Fair point.

She seemed to love him for some reason.

You know her?

I was engaged to her, actually.

Years back.

And she married Yuri instead.

Huh? Great lady.

Despite that tragic lapse in judgment.

A great lady.

How was the marriage?

You'd have to ask her. So, Teresa, I'm tired of doing this whole suspect thing

again. Not fun at all.

How about I play detective this time, give you and Patrick a hand?

Not a chance.

Never say never.

Never, Walter. Never ever.

That's a maybe.

So you were engaged to Walter Mashburn before you married Yuri?

That was years ago.

Why would you ask that?

Oh, nosy. Did you dump him or did he dump you?

And why?

That's none of your business.

I fell in love with Yuri, is all I'll say.

I know what people said about him.

But they were wrong.

He was a wonderful, loving person.

Interesting woman. Didn't kill Yuri. I'm sorry, where's the bathroom?

Sorry. Thank you.

Sorry for your loss.

Who is that man?

It's a long story.

Nemesis Major.

Your husband dead.

Yuri was a powerful man.

powerful men have enemies

This takeover by Mashburn. Is it true your husband didn't want to sell?

Walter tricked him.

It wasn't right.

Tricked him how? He approached someone Yuri thought was a friend and got him to

secretly buy up enough shares so that Walter could force the takeover. Name?

Markham Shankar.

A software mogul.

Turns out he'd secretly hated Yuri for years. Some ridiculous business dispute

he wouldn't forgive.

Ma'am, you have a lovely home. It's very cozy.

Thanks for having us, Cho.

We should go.

Been a pleasure. Thank you.

According to the Marin DA's office, Markov Shankar had good reason to hate

Bajoran. Six years ago, he claims Bajoran cheated out of a couple million

bucks, even tried to get the DA's office to file fraud charges.

Did you talk to him yet? I can't even find him. No one's photographed Shanker

since 2002.

The guy's a recluse. His office won't even admit he's in the country.

Keep looking into it.

And you?

Hello, Lisbon.

What a great day to not be blown up.

Give it up now.

Give what up?

What you took from Bajoran's house.

The toupee Jane the housekeeper called.

Oh.

Oh.

That's just gross. Why would you take it?

Evidence. Of what?

Bad taste.

Let me explain something.

You do not mess with super rich people.

They're like kids with machine guns.

Super rich people like Mashburn. What about Mashburn? Oh, my God. You're just

so obsessed with Mashburn. You're the one who brought him up. What is it with

you and him?

Got something.

Whenever Shankar's in San Francisco, he likes to stay at Chaparral Glen.

What's that?

Country club.

The most exclusive in California.

It's 100 grand to join.

They've got a 2,300-acre campus in the woods.

Shankar likes glamping.

You know, glamorous camping.

You made that up. I did not.

Glamping? I like it. Lisbon, shall we go and talk to some more super-rich people?

Do something with that.

I'm sorry, Agent, but I can't tell you if Mr. Shankar is here. And unless you

have a search warrant, I can't allow you on the grounds.

Our members are quite concerned about crimes.

I'm concerned about a double homicide, sir. Hey, Walter.

Hey, Patrick.

Teresa? Walter's a member here. Thought we might need his help.

Mr. Trevain, my friends Patrick and Teresa will be joining us here today.

Sir, that won't be necessary.

We have your card on file.

What's the limit on that thing?

Well, if there is one, we can go find old Shankar then.

Let's.

Never say never.

Now Shankar's campsite is right up on that ridge over there. You can see the

whole valley from there.

This campsite, you own it. You wish you owned it. I do.

How'd you know?

Pupil dilation.

Pupil dilation? Yes, when someone sees something they want, their pupils

dilate.

Pupil dilation.

Fantastic. Yes, it is.

Tell us about Markham Shankar. Was he still mad at Yuri about the fraud?

You bet.

Angry guy, Markham.

When I offered him the right incentive, he was very happy to betray Yuri. What

incentive can you offer a rich man that he can't buy for himself?

A propeller from a beach bonanza airplane.

Come again?

It was the only remaining piece of the plane Buddy Holly died in.

Markham's obsessed with celebrity deaths. Has a huge collection of death

memorabilia. How intriguingly creepy.

Poor Markham's bored.

What about you, Walter?

Last year you said you'd do anything for a thrill.

What do you have in mind?

Get down!

Thrilling enough for you, Walter?

Are you guys okay?

I'm fine, thanks.

We're fine.

Shankar might be mad at Mashburn and Yuri. Did you find him? Nope. No sign of

Shankar's cabin. Places like Buckingham Palace, by the way. And we searched all

over those woods. Even the dogs couldn't pick up a trail. You guys ever been to

an auction?

What?

I'm gonna call Immigration and see if Shankar's left the country.

Yeah, and see where he parks his boat or his plane or whatever.

But, boss, he's got no record. And we didn't see anything in that cabin that

would tie him to this. No gun, ammo, nothing.

Maybe he was never there at all.

And why would he want to kill both Yuri and Mashburn? He doesn't.

Actually, no one wanted to kill Yuri. What are you talking about? What if

Walter were the intended target all along?

I mean, he was supposed to die in that explosion, but he didn't.

So the killer follows him to Chaparral Glen to finish the job.

But the death threat, it was against Yuri.

Ah, yes, very clever.

Completely threw all of us, well, almost all of us.

Sorry, Walter.

I have a favor. Could I borrow that fancy little credit card of yours?

Yeah, yeah.

What for?

I thought I'd find Shankar. Thank you.

What's going on?

Did Markham Shankar have a reason to be angry with you?

Walter?

The takeover of Yuri's company.

Markham may have been under the mistaken impression that he'd receive shares in

return for his help. But if it was him, wouldn't he have hired better assassins?

Okay, is there anybody else who might want to kill you?

I have lots of enemies, Teresa.

You'd be surprised to hear this, but some people find me annoying.

Yes, my pupils are dilated.

That's not what I was wondering.

Fair enough.

Look, I'll give you a list of all my non-friends, but none of them has the

stones to kill me, I promise you. We'll look into your phone records and see if

anything else comes up.

Teresa. What?

You have a... It's a bullet hole.

It was close.

Really close.

Usually I can find my way out of trouble.

Ask my ex-wives.

Don't worry. We'll keep you safe.

It's a procedure to assign an agent to protect you. Oh.

Excellent. Agent Cho will be here shortly.

Chicken.

Hello and welcome to Ogilvy. The auction begins with lot one, a full suit of 16th

century jousting armor.

Let's start the bidding at $30,000.

Do I hear $30,000?

And $30,000 is bid off to my left? Yes. And $31,000. $31,000. Go $32,000. Thank

you. $32,000. On the right there, $32,000. Go $33,000. The new bidder at

$33,000. Go $34,000.

Bids all the way to $34,000. The lady in the front there, $34,000. Go $35,000 if

you wish.

$35,000 is bid on $36,000. New bidder at $36,000. Do I hear $37,000?

Oh, hey, boss.

Markham Shankar has a yacht.

Coast Guard says he sails tonight, leaving the country.

Camp out on the dock. Do not leave until you've questioned Shankar. Yeah, you got

it. A possible suspect Mashburn forgot to mention. His ex-girlfriend, Elsa

Struven. Ah.

When did they break up? Two months ago.

Apparently she wasn't very happy.

According to reports, she threatened him with violence.

Reports? He filed a complaint?

Uh, no.

Published reports.

In the media.

Okay, the tabloids.

She's a German supermodel.

Of course she is.

Talk to her.

Supermodel.

If I have to do an LBO, I will, Denise.

But all that debt?

It could crush you.

I'll tell you what.

I'm willing to pay an extra eight to share if we can get by month's end.

Just think about it.

Okay.

Love to Larry and the kids.

You do a lot of business on the phone? I do a lot of business.

Phone, text, emails, doesn't really matter.

Threats work better on the phone.

That wasn't a threat, Agent Cho. That was a negotiation.

Hey, I know. We could go to the track, race bikes for a couple hours.

Motorcycles? Yes.

No, too exposed.

Okay, then we'll take the Lambo out for a spin. It's not safe.

has airbags is it bulletproof can i at least shoot your gun then

patrick thank god

what are the chances of you putting a party together in uh five hours um could

do sure sounds fun invite all your friends i mean really get the word out

there because you're celebrating walter you're celebrating i am great

celebrating what oh i gotta go gotta go uh we'll be next uh 90. that's 90 000

for lot 10 and i see a hundred from the woman in red and 110 do i hear 110 110

and 120 120.

thank you 150.

never was any good at math i've got 150 from the gentleman in the vest how about

160 160 000 160 is bid how about 170 i've got 170 and 180 and the gentleman

in the front row 180 is your bid sir you've got the bid at 180 190.

can we move this thing along 200.

And 200 from our enthusiastic friend in the back. Do I hear 210?

Nice day, Bert, huh?

Ah, yes.

And whose interest do you represent?

Well, that's supposed to be confidential, isn't it? What the heck?

Walter Mashburn.

230 if you wish, sir. 230.

230!

$230,000.

Do we have $240,000?

Sir? $240,000. Do we have $240,000? $240,000.

$240,000. We have $240,000 right here, and we also have $250,000. I know that

because I am bidding it. Do we have $260,000? Do we have $260,000? Wait a

minute. Wait, wait, wait. $260,000. Come on, ma'am. You can do $260,000. I know

you can.

Sir? Let's go. What about you, sir? We have $250,000. No, I want the thing for

$260,000.

Can I have it?

Yes. Thank you.

I got something.

So I go to the ex-girlfriend's penthouse. She's not there, but the

roommate lets me in, and I find this on the bedroom wall.

Elsa.

Yikes. Yeah, she's for real.

Mashburn called the police to his house twice to break up fights between them.

I asked him point blank if there was anybody else who might want to hurt him.

Why didn't he mention her?

Oh, please. You're welcome.

What's going on?

It's called a party.

Perhaps you've heard of them.

You should get yourself a drink.

I need to talk to Ashburn.

It's here.

It looks great, don't you think?

Still need to speak to Mark Mishankar? Yeah, Rigsby says he's nowhere to be

found on his yacht. Why?

No reason.

Teresa, my heroine. I need to talk to you. This woman saved my life. Nearly

took a bullet for me.

What the hell is that?

Oh, that's fragments of the poor spider James Dean died in.

Congratulations, Walter. You're the owner.

Walter, you son of a bitch. You outbid me and now you're fronting it, you

bastard. Please step back. Meet Markham Shankar.

I apologize for my bad. I really needed to talk to you and you're a very hard

man to track down.

You know me here?

Yeah.

Who the devil do you think you are?

The police. Joe, you talk to Shankar. I've got Mashburn. Shankar, did you pull

that stunt? Ladies and gentlemen, quick announcement. I'd like you to give a

very warm welcome to Walter's new girlfriend, number one, Teresa Lisbon.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

I'm going to kill him.

Hi. You too.

Hi. Sir, we just have a few questions.

Yes, we certainly do.

Marie Bajoran.

What's your favorite color?

How would I know that?

Mr. Shankar, do you own a rifle?

I heard about the attack on Walter.

It was a terrible thing.

It's so hard to find a good club these days.

And yes, I do own several rifles.

What of it?

If I were to kill him, I'd do the civilized thing and hire a professional.

What kind of music does she like?

I have no idea.

Did you believe Mr. Mashburn cheated you in the takeover of Yuri Bajoran's

company? Yes, but helping to destroy Yuri was its own reward.

Anything else?

Does she prefer Chinese or Italian for dinner?

Me, personally, Kung Pao chicken.

Although I do like a sweet corn ravioli with a white wine sauce.

Very nice.

Is this man on medication in the past?

No, I'm not.

You weren't having an affair with him?

Ah, yes. I see.

Now, why would you not simply ask that to begin with?

Fun.

The answer is no.

I do enjoy seducing other men's wives, but Marie and Yuri were madly in love.

Not exactly a target with much potential now, is it?

No.

Yes, thank you.

Uh, ciao, all this talk of food.

I'll be at the oyster bar.

Mr. Shankar, where were you yesterday between 3 and 5 p.m.? Rick?

So my friends say because you saved my life, that means you own me.

They have a return policy?

Come on.

Why so cranky on such a beautiful night?

Well, Walter, I remember when I asked you if there was anyone who wanted you

dead. Anyone else who might have been mad at you?

Elsa Streven, maybe?

Elsa? Oh, yeah. She was mad.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's not exactly breaking news. My girlfriends are all mad by the time we

break up.

I can't imagine why.

Hey, you have to be nice to me.

No, I don't.

I'm a citizen.

You're a public servant. I'm off duty now.

I upset you, don't I?

Upset me? No.

Irritate me a little, maybe.

Why?

You're egotistical.

You're arrogant.

You're entitled and rich.

When do we get to the bad stuff?

I guess this means we're even.

Elsa, calm down.

Some people never change.

Modeling pays well, Elsa.

You could have easily hired someone to blow up Mashburn. And assassinate him at

Chaparral Glen.

But your guy failed, so you took it upon yourself to kill him with this.

Hurt Walter?

I would never hurt Walter.

I love Walter, and he loved me.

It was you I was going to kill, you little slut.

Excuse me?

You kissed him.

I did not.

I didn't.

You were about to. I did not kiss him. None of my business.

You're totally wrong for him.

So little and bony.

Well, she does have a damage intensity that some people might find attractive.

Elsa, you've admitted to assault with a deadly weapon on a cop.

You could get ten years if you don't cooperate.

Now, who did you hire, and are they still after Walter?

Cooperate? So you can tell Walter what a hero you are. How you save him from me.

Then he kiss you again, huh?

That is what you want, bitch?

No. Go suck your own face.

I don't cooperate.

What are you doing?

Getting familiar.

You were at Vaultus to watch over him, weren't you?

To keep him safe from women like Lisbon.

Yes.

That's okay.

You're very well groomed for a crazy person.

Not a hair out of place, careful, meticulous.

You document his protection, don't you?

To show him how much you love him.

And how wrong he is to not love you back.

Probably keep an album somewhere. No, not an album.

Where's your cell phone?

So Elsa has over 300 photos of Mashburn on her phone.

Mashburn on his yacht.

Mashburn at a charity event.

Mashburn having lunch with some guy.

Mashburn having drinks with another guy. Hang on.

Go back.

That's Garth Drucker. Yuri Bajoran's head of security?

What the hell is Drucker doing having drinks with his boss's archenemy?

Jane, do you mind?

Uh, Rigsby told me about Walter and Drucker.

Mashburn's been deceiving us from the get-go. It should have been obvious that

they knew each other.

Garth Drucker's bank records.

For the past six months, he's been receiving payments of $50,000 from one

of Mashburn's holding companies. A payoff.

Walter's a bad boy, so what?

Corporate espionage happens all the time. He said he'd never been to Yuri's

company before. He was there a few days ago. Drucker let him in.

This is from security footage. I found it at Drucker's house. He must have been

keeping it as insurance.

Bottom line is, Mashburn could have planted that bomb.

That's a cool photo.

Is this funny to you? No, not at all. How do you explain the sniper, then? Is

that a mislead? Exactly.

Mashburn makes us think he's the target. He's smart. Maybe he's that smart.

Tell me I'm wrong. You're wrong.

Why? The sniper very nearly killed you. Walter wouldn't let that happen. At

least I believe that he wouldn't let that happen.

And on the other hand, we have the problem of motive.

Walter made a really good case for wanting to keep Yuri alive to humiliate

him, so what's his motive to kill?

Not what.

Who?

Is Walter still in love with you?

What? Well, you wouldn't talk about it before. It's about guilt, isn't it?

You broke his heart.

Why does any of this matter now?

Please, it's important.

Do you think Walter may have been jealous of you and Yuri?

Walter was different back then.

Sweet. The night I gave back his ring and told him about Yuri, I could see

something crack inside him.

Spent the next half-dozen years dating and often marrying the most dreadful

bimbos. Mm.

He does have a questionable taste in women.

Some men are like that with that first great love. Their heart breaks and the

pieces never fit back together quite the same way.

I'm... I'm very sorry I hurt Walter.

We think that there's a possibility that Walter may have been involved in the

bombing.

No.

I don't believe that.

Well, it's quite simple, really.

I mean, you stage an attack, appear to be the victim. No one suspects the

victim.

Do you have something to add?

That night, Walter said he'd win me back.

No matter how long it took.

Mrs. Bajoran, I have a plan, but I'm going to need your help.

Of course.

You're going to confront Walter, and when he looks into your eyes, if he did

this for you, he won't be able to hide it.

I'm going to talk to him first.

Okay.

She's going to talk to him first.

Of course you can have the car, Markham. What am I going to do with James Dean's

car?

I'll send the paperwork over today.

You make the checkout to my favorite charity, okay?

Yeah, I gotta go.

Teresa, pleasure.

Hey, I would have been happy to come to your office.

Could have watched you work.

That would have been awkward.

Listen, if this is about last night... It would have been awkward because I was

investigating you.

I know about you and Drucker. Oh, look, that was industrial espionage, pure and

simple. Did you kill Yuri?

Hang on, we're back to that?

You think I did it?

If you did, I gotta hand it to you. It was smart.

You sure fooled me.

You're wrong.

Look, Teresa, I know you have trust issues.

You don't know anything about me.

Sure I do.

You're raised in Chicago. Your mom was a nurse. Your dad was a fireman. You have

three brothers, Thomas, James.

You check me out.

Listen to me.

I am this close, this close to arresting you for murder.

You know what?

I'm gonna go inside.

I'm going to make myself a stiff drink. I really hope you'll join me so that we

can talk about this.

If you did this thing, we'll find the proof. You know we will. And it's just a

matter of time before I put you away.

I expect nothing less, Teresa.

Hey, Lisbon.

Where's Walter going?

In the house.

Perfect. I'll go get him.

I can't believe Walter did this.

I'm sorry. It's a lot to handle.

It's all right. You're upset.

So are you, Miss Lisbon.

Why is that?

Lisbon! Help!

Hey!

You all right? He hit me!

He hit me!

Did Mashburn say anything to you?

Just that he'd never risk going to jail. He has a lot of money in overseas

accounts, and he'd be happy to live there. Well, except we know that he

hasn't left the country. We've frozen his bank accounts, and every cop in the

state's looking for him. Mrs. Bajoran, thank you for coming. Why don't you have

a seat?

No sign of Walter yet? Just his car.

We found it abandoned a few miles from his palatial mansion.

We'll find him, I promise, and you can help.

You know Mashburn better than anybody. We found this on the seat of his car.

Do you know what it means?

G.F.M.C.A.

1710.

I don't know, an address of some kind? Address to where?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, Agent Lisbon. It's been too long. I don't know Walter anymore.

That's obvious to me now.

Walter, turn around.

I win.

Not so much, Yuri.

No.

Drop it, Bajoran.

Now.

Jane, you can come out now.

Yuri Bajoran, you're looking delightfully not so blown up by a bomb.

Very clever of you, I must say. No one suspects a dead man. Well, almost no

one.

You staged all this.

Mashburn running just to lure me out.

Well, not bad for a state employee, huh?

A consultant, really.

Walter finally beat you.

He was going to take over your company, and your ego couldn't handle that.

So you put that military experience to use.

Kill Mashburn and Drucker, who betrayed you, then leave the country with Murray.

But Mashburn ruined it for you, didn't he?

You didn't know that he used your fake death threat as a reason to call in

Lisbon and myself, and you were stuck.

It was my last chance before signing that damn contract.

Had to do it then.

Let's do the damn deal, Walter.

Oh, yeah. And everything was in place. The bomb, and what, a little DNA

sprinkled everywhere to prove that you died in that explosion?

Hey, Teresa, while you're here... You set the timer and got out of there.

Timed it almost perfectly.

But Walter escaped.

And then you missed him again at Chaparral Glen.

Mashburn's a cockroach.

He wouldn't die.

Now I have a question for you, Mr. Jane.

How did you know?

Yuri's toupees?

Yes, in his bedroom. He had five heads and only two toupees. Fine, he was

wearing one. That leaves still two missing. And only one person would have

such a need for... such a personal object.

You already took them?

Yeah. I guess you find a good rug, you get very

connected to it.

Thank you for your help in catching him.

Not at all. It was fun.

Yeah, sorry. It was your idea.

But I still can't believe that Marie wanted me dead.

You have a knack for picking them.

I almost forgot. Your credit card.

Thank you.

Patrick, hang on.

One question.

Do you think Teresa believed it?

That I was the killer?

Yeah, she did for a minute there.

But I wouldn't think any of it.

We caught Lady Macbeth? Yeah, at the Canadian border.

I was just gonna tell the boss.

Where is she?

Don't know.

Morning.

Morning.

I'm very glad you came over last night.

Me too.

I'll call room service. Order some breakfast. No, no, I can't. I'm late.

What can I say? The bastards keep killing people.

When am I gonna see you again?

Aren't you going to Europe tomorrow?

Ugh.

Two months. I've got board meetings.

Well, there you go then.

It was nice seeing you, Walter.

Can't believe I'm a one-night stand for Dirty Harry.

Yeah, well, I'd leave the cab fair, but you probably got that covered, right?

Bye, Teresa.

Goodbye, Walter.

Lisbon. Yeah.

Okay, liaise with Costa Mesa PD. Put a lid on the crime scene.

You and Cho start canvassing. It's a crowded neighborhood. Somebody saw

something.