All language subtitles for The Mentalist - 4x18 - Ruddy Cheeks

You're gonna like this one.
It's unusual.

You are never gonna guess
how the victim was found.

Oh, really?

That is unusual.

Panthera tigris,
if I'm not mistaken.

And there's soft loamy soil
around here,

easily worked.

Ergo, a hungry tiger
dug up the body.

Not fair. Uh, there's
a big cat sanctuary around here.

A drunk guy broke in,
freed the tigers,

including the one
that discovered our victim.

From the general
state of calm,

I take it that all the tigers
have been rounded up?

As far as you know.

Hello, kitty-cat.

Hard to believe
it's a man-eater.

It was still clawing up
the ground when they got here.

Come on.

The coroner's investigator
thinks it's suffocation.

Looks like the victim
was killed somewhere else

and then buried here,
based on the lividity pattern.

Oh. Plus there's
a wheelbarrow track here.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that, too.

Who was he?

John Doe.
No wallet, no ID.

Well, don't fret.

Rich dead men don't go
unclaimed for very long.

Rich? He's wearing hemp.

He certainly is.
And who wears hemp,

other than rich men
and medieval peasants?

Yeah, this one's
been reupholstered.

Check out
that tight jawline.

He's certainly not
a medieval peasant.

Face-lift?

I'm guessing.

Oh. It's a black diamond
wedding band.

That's a current trend.
Am I right?

Looks like he was dieting.
Check out his belt.

Yeah. Rapid weight loss.

Could be dieting.
Could be something else.

Ew!

That's not decomp.
What is that?

The smell
of desperation?

Got a match
on our John Doe.

Archer Braddock.
Local car dealer.

Wife and two children.

His wife filed
a missing persons last night.

It says Braddock
had stage 4 bone cancer.

Killing a man
that's already dying.

That's a little redundant,
don't you think?

- What did he say?
- They made a mistake counting the tigers.

There's still
one on the loose!

- We'll meet you back at the CBI.
- Oh. Okay

You are a cool customer.

You think you can
outrun a tiger?

I don't have to.

I just have to run
faster than you.

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Sorry. Excuse me.

You ready to be a daddy?
That's gonna be you soon.

I can cry much
louder than that.

Where's Cho?

I haven't seen him yet.

Coroner investigator's
report.

Puttin' the TOD
between 8:00 at night

and 2:00 in the morning.

That's a pretty big window.

What did the coroner
say about cause of death?

Uh, she didn't.
She's dealing

with a multi-victim
pile-up on the I-80.

No coroner. All right,
what about motive, suspects?

Braddock had a lot of money.
He had to have had enemies.

Braddock owned three
luxury car dealerships,

but when he found out
he was dying,

he sold his stake to
his employees at a discount.

The man was
kind of a saint.

- Do we have any leads?
- Braddock was carrying a pocket calendar.

His last appointment
before his murder

was at 4:17 p.m.?

That's a pretty specific time.

The entry just says
"treatment."

- Doctor's treatment?
- I don't know.

And a lot of entries
like that

over the last few weeks,
each one at a weird time.

I'll go and talk
to the wife about it.

You two stay here
and keep pushing.

And tell Cho to get his ass
to work.

Good morning, Kimball Cho.

- Good morning.
- Hmm?

That smells good.

It's hand-pressed
French roast.

Mmm.

Hey, those are mine.

It's for pain.

I've got pain.

- No, you don't.
- Mmm.

Don't be so stingy.

I'm not stingy
with you, am I?

No.

No, you're not.

Mmm!

Hmm-mnh.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.
Not--no, not now.

It might be work.

Ah, that can't be right.

My alarm didn't go off.

Oh. That's because
I turned your alarm off.

I thought you could use
more sleep.

Damn it, Summer,
I'm late for work.

Lisbon's gonna be
so mad at you.

Scary.

No. No. I'm never
late for work.

Well, maybe
it's a good thing.

I mean, it's a...
new experience.

You know?

I gotta get ready.

Looks like somebody's
in for a big inheritance.

Mm, I suppose, if you go
for that sort of thing.

You mean money?

I'll take health any day.

Once the game's over,
the king and the pawn

go back into the same box.

Shall we?

We're with the CBI.

I'm agent Teresa Lisbon.
This is Patrick Jane.

- Uh, can we come in?
- Yeah.

Are you Liesl?

That's right.

We're sorry for your loss.

I don't...
want to talk about it.

Of course you don't.

Uh, maybe you can TO us
to someone in charge.

Y-you sound like my dad.

- TO?
- Car sales lingo.

Who manages the house?

- Helen.
- Your mother?

Stepmother, I'm guessing.

She's upstairs... in bed.

Could you ask her to come down
and talk to us?

She can't handle
the stairs right now.

She's too weak.

Helen has cancer, too.

Welcome
to the house of fun.

That's how I met Archer.

We were attending
a cancer support group.

How long ago was that?

Nine months ago.

I know it sounds
a little... strange,

but it was quite
a romantic courtship.

And a short one.

Well, that's what happens
when you're living

with an expiration date.

The wedding
was two months ago.

Liesl was a bridesmaid.

So beautiful.

We knew we might not have
a lot of time together,

but it wasn't supposed
to end like this.

According to his calendar,

your husband had multiple
appointments for treatments

over the past few weeks.

Who was he being treated by?

Uh, Dr. Scheck.

Archer was taking part

in an experimental
drug protocol.

Human guinea pig time.

Uh...

Uh, can I help you
find something?

Oh, I'm just fishing around.

Who is this handsome young man
standing off to the side here?

That's my brother Aden.

Archer's oldest.

- Where's Aden?
- Oh, no idea.

He left the house after
a fight with Archer last year.

They had a...
contentious relationship.

How would you know?

You didn't even
know dad then.

She'll be okay.

It's been a tough day.
You can imagine.

Excuse me.

Mm-hmm.

Mrs. Braddock,
can you think of anybody

who may have wanted
to harm your husband?

No. I can't.

Uh...

do you mind if I help myself
to some tea?

Sure.

Thanks.

I'm trying to figure
something out.

You might be able
to help me. Um...

Clearly your father liked to
live in the lap of luxury here,

but when I saw him,
he looked like he was

headed on a pilgrimage
to an ashram in the Punjab.

Yep.

All hemp and natural fibers.

He got into it
a couple weeks ago.

He said that he wanted
his outside to bear testimony

to what was happening
in the inside.

Wh-what was happening
on the inside?

My dad was getting healthy.

The cancer was going away.

That's what he said.

Wrong.

Interesting.

Do you know who killed
your father?

If I did,
they wouldn't be breathing.

That's a dangerous path.

Did Aden love him?

Yeah.

It's just...

complicated.

Your father kicked him out,
didn't he?

My dad is
a recovering alcoholic.

Was.

It runs in the family--
addiction.

For Aden, it was drugs.

Dad said that Aden
had to hit bottom

before he could rise up.

Music to my ears.

Where would I find
the tea?

First cabinet.

Okay.

Ew!

Yeah, I bet you never
smelled that before.

No, not since this morning.

Wh-where did your father
find this?

No idea.

It was his new fave.

Jane.

We need to go and talk
to Braddock's doctor.

Is that the smell from, uh--

Yes, it is.

You, uh...

you might want to bury that.

Deep.

Bye.

The victim's son
had a rap sheet.

Aden Braddock.

Disorderly conduct,
misdemeanor theft.

Looks like the kid
went a little bit wild

after his dad
threw him out.

Do we know where he lives?

No, but the social security
trace shows him working

at a banquet hall
in Agua Blanca.

We also got
his cell phone number, too.

Wait, I've seen that number before
in the victim's call log.

Archer Braddock called
his son at 7:45 p.m.

It was the last call
he made.

And Braddock's wife
told Lisbon

that they had
a contentious relationship.

Oh. Good morning, Cho.

Hey.

- Everything okay?
- I just, uh, overslept my alarm.

Yeah, well, don't get
too comfortable.

We got a lead
on the victim's son.

Catch you up on the way out.

CBI. Looking
for Aden Braddock.

Thank you.

Hi.

Oh, you--you must be
the CBI people.

I'm Betsy Firth,
nurse administrator.

I'm Patrick Jane.

I'm a consulting, uh,
consultant.

And I'm agent Lisbon.

She's a detective.

Well, Dr. Scheck will be
with you in a minute.

We were all very saddened
to hear about Archer Braddock.

I pulled his files

in case Dr. Scheck
needs to consult them.

Well, thank you, Betsy.
That's very efficient of you.

Mm. Well, we try.
Come on in.

Dr. Scheck, the CBI people
are here to see you.

We just
wanted to ask you

a few questions
about Archer Braddock.

Well, I was very sorry
to hear about that.

We deal with death
every day here,

but not like that.
It's... awful.

Awful, yes.

Uh, what's the drug
you're testing here?

Osevent.
It's a bone cancer treatment.

It has the potential
to extend millions of lives.

And earn millions of dollars.

Well, that's not
why we developed it.

No? Why not?

Do you save lives
for the money?

Well, folks are pretty much dead
by the time we show up.

Uh, best we can hope for
is to catch the killer.

Did you kill Archer Braddock?

I'll be talking to you
from now on.

Yes. I just have
a few questions

about Mr. Braddock's
last appointment.

Hmm. Okay. Uh, Betsy.

I laid out the Braddock file
in consult room 2.

Follow me.

I'll just, uh,
wait out here.

The Braddock file.
Daily report.

And when you're done, you need
to sign these intake forms.

Any new patients today?

Four. Newly cleared
and qualified.

I don't know
how you do it.

So how can I help you,
agent?

Uh, Mr. Braddock's
last appointment--

was he acting strangely
at all?

Not that I recall, no.

Did he say anything
unusual,

or mention where he was going
after the appointment?

Let me check his file.

It was just
yesterday afternoon.

Yesterday? No, no, no. Uh,
Braddock's last drug treatment

was two days ago.
In the morning.

According to his calendar,

he had a treatment
yesterday at 4:17 p.m.

Well,
not a medical treatment.

Braddock was under
my exclusive care.

And not to be indelicate,
agent,

but when do I get access
to the body?

- Access?
- I need to examine it.

Obtain tissue samples
for my research.

I-it's all part
of the agreement

our patients sign
when they join the study.

Uh, you're gonna have to
take that up with the coroner,

and she's working on
another case.

Might keep her busy
for a few days.

I see.

Excuse me.

Oh. Hello.

Allow me.

Oh, well, thank you,
handsome.

Hmm.

Take my advice.
Don't get cancer.

Well, that sounds like
good advice.

Although you do seem spry
despite all.

You know, why not?

Western wisdom says
I should have been dead

nine months ago,
but look.

I made it
to the bonus round.

You credit the drugs here?

- Could be the drugs.
- Could be the tea.

You know about the tea?

Yeah, I could smell it
in your handbag.

No, no, no. No need.

I got a very strong whiff of it
in Archer Braddock's kitchen.

I heard about Archer
this morning.

Were--were you a friend?

Oh, no, no, no. I'm helping
the police solve the murder.

Oh. Well, I was the one
who told Archer about the tea.

I saw him a few weeks back,
and he wasn't looking so good.

You know, he had this
air of finality hanging over him

- like a piano on a wire.
- Mmm.

Where would one buy

a tin of that stinky tea
if they had to?

Who closes shop
in the middle of the day?

Mmm.

They probably just forgot
to flip the sign.

Hello?

Is anyone here?

What's the goal here,
anyway?

So Braddock drinks
stinky tea.

People who are dying
will try anything.

Well, the stuff that Braddock
tried was working.

Or so he thought.

What, you think that has
something to do with his murder?

No idea, but if Braddock
found the cure for cancer,

I want in on it.

- Good luck with that.
- Shh!

Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Help me!

Police!

Please, please!

Calm your spirits.
It's okay. Everything's fine.

Shh.

- What are you doing?
- What are you doing?

Welcome.
I'm brother Josef.

Oh, and I am not a hugger.

Patrick Jane.
Nice to meet you.

That was a wonderful show.

How much do you charge
for that show?

- No show. A healing.
- Hmm.

And my temple
accepts donations.

Uh, it's entirely
up to you.

Ahh. Another nonprofit.
Smart act.

I get
that reaction a lot.

But the healing powers
of the sun

have been well-documented.

- Then where does the tea fit in?
- Tea?

Yeah, the stinky red stuff,
curls the nose hairs.

You're talking
about the tea of clarity.

It's pretty foul stuff.

I had to take it
off our shelves recently.

- Too many customer complaints.
- What's in it?

A proprietary blend
of nettles, herbs,

and possibility.

And how much does that
go for these days?

You have me
all wrong.

I am a rich man,

but you won't find
my wealth in any bank account.

I sell just enough teas
and holistic remedies

to keep
my temple doors open.

And did you open them
to this man?

Sure. Archer.

We just performed
his final healing ceremony.

At 4:17?

That's when the solar flares
were at their peak.

And what were you healing?

His cancer, of course.

We channel the solar corona
to target cancerous tumors.

We had many tries
with Archer, but we--

we finally got 'em all.

And all of his money.

Archer didn't pay me
a penny, Mr. Jane.

Well...
except for the tea.

Mmm. Is that why
you killed him?

Excuse me? What?

Archer Braddock is dead.

He was murdered
right after he left here.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.

Not after
all he fought through.

After all our work.

Oh, my God.

His--his reflexes
were better.

His--his--his...
pressure was way down.

He had a--he had a ruddy,
healthy glow in his cheeks.

- That part of the act?
- Hard to say.

It's all so theatrical.

Did Braddock say where he was
going when he was leaving?

No, no. I-I have no idea.

His transition from this world
was corrupted by violence.

I need to see his body.

Why?

To release his energy

so he can cross over
peacefully.

Maybe at the funeral.
In the meantime,

you're gonna tell us everything
that happened yesterday.

Of course.

Yeah, I have that.
Okay. Sure.

This is Cho.

It's Summer.

Hey.

I just wanted to apologize
for making you late.

It's okay.
You were only trying to help.

How can I make it
up to you?

I'm sure
you'll think of something.

Hey, Cho.

I gotta go.
I'll call you later.

Okay.

That was Agua Blanca PD.
They found the victim's car.

It was about a block away
from that banquet hall

- where Aden gave us the slip.
- Well, Braddock's last phone call was to Aden,

so maybe father and son

had a reunion
that didn't go so well.

Wouldn't be surprised.
I talked to the estate lawyer.

Most of Braddock's money
was split into trusts

for Liesl and Aden, payable
on their 23rd birthdays.

Sounds normal.
Rich normal, anyway.

Yeah, but in light
of his son's drug problems,

Braddock was in the process
of changing

the age of Aden's trust
from 23 to 30.

So Aden confronts Braddock.

Argument breaks out.

Aden chokes dad
and buries the body.

Hmm. We need
to find that kid.

Yeah.

Rigsby. Can you hold?

Well, he has to collect
his pay, right?

Why don't we stake out
the banquet hall?

Aden was a part-timer,
minimum wage.

He's not gonna risk getting
caught for that paycheck.

Can we track
his cell phone?

Tried. It's powered off.

What about the lottery scam?

I don't know. I think
he's too smart for that.

Hey, who's this?
Sorry to keep you waiting.

Aden Braddock?

Uh, yeah.
Sure, you can.

Yeah, you can come in
and talk to us.

Let me give you the address.

Why'd you run, Aden?

I don't know.

Okay, I do.
I was carrying drugs, okay?

I couldn't get popped again.

It would have been
my third strike.

So instead you'll be
charged with obstruction,

- a felony offense.
- I wasn't thinking straight.

I'd just found out
my father was killed.

Liesl called me.

Look.

I need you
to come clean with me.

When was the last time
you talked to your father?

I don't know. Months?

Okay, look.

We're getting off
to a bad start here.

He called you
at 7:45 last night.

Hey, kiddo, it's dad.

You said "talk to."

That's a message,
and I don't want to hear it.

You know whose car was found
a block away from your job?

Wasn't working last night.
Ask anybody.

Well, maybe he thought
you were working,

and someone followed him.

Who might that be?

Oh, no.

I have this friend.

- Friend?
- Dealer.

Mike Tran. Lately he's been
asking a lot of questions

about my dad, like...

how much he's worth
and what kind of cars he sells.

- And you told him?
- Why wouldn't I?

I hated my father.

He cut me off, and...

Yeah. I'm not talking
about money.

He left me.

No sign of Tran. Cho?

I got nothing
going on back here.

Aden's dealer's
a nasty piece of business.

Two charges
aggravated assault,

intent to distribute meth,

and he choked out
a probation officer.

It's worth checking out.

You sure he'll be here?

His baby-mother says he was
dropping off some money today.

He can be
your role model.

Did you know your husband
was seeing brother Josef?

Archer's cancer made him...

a target for quite a few
con men

and alternative remedies.

Why didn't you tell us?

Forgive me for trying
to maintain a man's dignity.

We have a cancer charity
in our name

that we've raised
a lot of money for.

Did you know
that he was getting better?

Yeah. The same way
he was getting better

after the oxygen therapy
in Germany

or the psychic surgery
in Brazil.

It was a constant roller coaster
ride with Archer.

Chemo, huh?
Kills the appetite.

How about a spot of tea?

Oh, that sounds lovely.

We got it.

Suspect has arrived.
Time to move.

Cho?

Copy?

Sounds like a fight.
I'm going in.

Go!

Go!

Go!

Police!

You're safe. It's okay.

Is he there?

Stay down!

Stay there.

Weapon's secure.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Come on.

Guess it was my lucky day.

Mrs. Braddock is still
upstairs waiting for her tea.

What are you doing?

Oh, just, uh, enjoying
the calm before the storm.

You only made
one cup of tea.

Mm. I needed to keep
those tea bags dry.

I'm not gonna like this,
am I?

You're gonna love it.

Oh, ho!

You may wanna
cover your ears.

Liesl!

Liesl!

Somebody help me!

Showtime.

Fire!

She moves pretty good
for a cancer patient.

Oh, it's a miracle.
Sister Helen has been healed!

Ma'am!

Ma'am!

Ooh!

What kind of woman
fakes cancer?

Lots of women go to
extremes to meet men.

Extremes, yes.
Cancer support groups, no.

I was lucky to have Archer
for the time that I did.

He opened doors in me that
I didn't even know existed.

He was caring, generous,
spiritual.

Rich... and dying fast.

The perfect man.

How did you know?
That I didn't have cancer?

Well, you lacked a...

an air of finality.

Plus you shaved your head,

but your vanity prevented you
from losing the eyebrows.

Devil's in the details.

Braddock's
insurance policy.

It was recently changed
to add a new beneficiary--

you.

I didn't kill Archer.

You had 5 million reasons
to want him dead.

Archer had a month left--
maybe.

Why would I risk losing

all of that money
to take his life?

I don't know. Do you?

She's telling the truth.
You can go.

- No. She can't.
- You can't.

- Why not?
- I'm charging you with fraud.

What?

You're not gonna see a dime
of that insurance money.

And your face is gonna be
plastered all over the news.

But at least
you'll have your eyebrows.

Let's see how many dates
you get then.

Yeah.

- Do you feel better?
- I do.

Yeah, good.
Now it's my turn.

I have a plan
to catch our killer.

Can't wait to hear that.

He looks so thin.

Fragile.

When was the last time
you saw him?

A year ago.

When he told us
about the diagnosis.

It ended with us fighting,
and Liesl crying.

How does that happen?

Ran down Tran's alibi.

But he was 40 miles away
when your father was killed.

- So Tran didn't do it?
- No.

But we do have a suspect.

One whose alibi
doesn't hold up.

Does the name "Dolores"
ring any bells?

The waitress
at the banquet hall?

You told me you weren't
at work last night,

but Dolores says
you stopped by around 8:00

to borrow some money.

- You lied.
- No, I didn't.

I told you I wasn't working.

I didn't say
I wasn't at work.

You know, it's all lies
and half-truths with you.

How are we supposed to know
what to believe?

Look, I needed money
for the drugs, okay?

And I needed drugs
after I saw that my dad called.

He had this way of making me
feel so small.

Well, not anymore.

I didn't kill him.

You have to believe me.

No, we don't.

Give me your hands.

Science never sleeps
around here, does it?

Mr. Jane.
How may I help you?

Well, I don't need
your services... thankfully.

Even if I did,
I'm not sure

this is the first place
I'd come.

I met this fellow,
brother Josef,

who can, uh, totally
eradicate bone cancer.

Really? How so?

The power of positive thinking.

Naturally.

That's right, naturally.

No drugs whatsoever.

That's how he cured
Dr. Braddock.

- Is that what this man claims?
- Yeah.

Betsy, pull up
Braddock's file.

Uh, certainly.

Let me show you
something, Mr. Jane.

This is Braddock's last MRI,
taken two weeks ago.

You see all those white spots?

Yeah, looks like
a snowstorm.

It's cancer.
It spread from his bones

and was working its way
to his lungs.

He had five weeks, max.

This was taken
two weeks ago.

Maybe that cancer's
cleared up.

The mind is
a very powerful tool.

Well, I'm happy to show you
personally

when I'm granted access
to the body.

Where are we at
with my request?

Oh, I still can't reach
the coroner.

Everyone wants to look
inside that body.

Brother Josef
had the same request.

- Did you approve it?
- Well, I'll tell you what I told brother Josef.

It's out of my hands.

But my boss has called in
a forensic pathologist

from Sacramento.

He'll be performing
a full autopsy

first thing in
the morning.

I'll let you know
what he finds.

Well--

Oh, hey.

I wanted to, uh,
show you this.

We need to talk about
what happened today.

I was late covering
your back. I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?
- It won't happen again.

Cho, you saved my life.

You were there
when I needed you.

I owe you... big time.

No.

You don't owe me anything.

Okay.

This is too creepy.

Killers like creepy.

I can't feel my feet.
They're freezing.

Be patient.

Has it ever occurred to you

- that maybe your theory was wrong?
- Nope.

Braddock's killer buried him
because there was

something about the body
he didn't want people to know.

So if we put out the word
of an autopsy,

then we force the killer
to try again.

If we don't die
of frostbite first.

Uh... can you wiggle
your toes?

Because if you can wiggle
your toes, you're fine.

- I can't move them--
- Shh. Shh. Somebody's coming.

Oh!
Surprise, surprise.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Archer Braddock.

What's going on?
I didn't kill Archer!

Then why were you trying
to steal his body?

I'm not stealing him, either.
I told you--

I need to perform a ritual

to release the bad energy

before his journey
to the afterlife.

There was something inside
Braddock, wasn't there?

Something that would lead
directly to you

if the coroner
discovered it.

You never did share
the proprietary blend

of that stinky special tea
of yours, did you?

The tea of clarity?

It was killing him
quicker than the cancer.

That's why you stopped
selling it.

Oh, please. You're making
a terrible mistake.

So you say, brother Josef.

At least let me release
his spirit.

Let me do that for him,
please.

Let's go.
Hands behind your back.

So the amount of radiation
released from a solar flare

can damage satellites?

It's way,
way more powerful

than the radiation therapy
used to treat cancer.

Did you know this, Lisbon?

- Fascinating.
- Now, listen.

Aren't I allowed a-a, uh,
a phone call or something?

In a minute. Sit down.

- Sit.
- Excuse me.

Lisbon.

Are you sure?

No. No, we didn't take it.

We'll be right there.
Get everybody out of that room.

It's a crime scene now.

Braddock's body
is missing from the morgue.

They think somebody stole it
after we left.

Oh, dear.

He was right
about one thing.

We just made
a terrible mistake.

No sign of the killer
or Braddock's body.

Whoever took it won't make
the same mistake twice.

They'll want to destroy
the body... quickly.

How would you do that
in Agua Blanca?

I can think of one way.

Please tell me it doesn't
involve feeding tigers.

Tigers leave bones.

There is
a more thorough option.

I hope
you're right about this.

Look at this clinic.

Very well funded.

Scheck's ego would require
that he has the best.

I tell you, this guy
is gonna have

a top-of-the-line
medical incinerator.

In the basement?

Can we use inside voices,
please?

Police!
Drop the... weapon.

Better late than never,
I suppose.

Hands in the air!

Y-your hands, not his.

Oh!

Did you act alone?

Did Dr. Scheck have
anything to do with this?

No. He could never
pull off...

Never mind.

It'll go a lot easier
if you just come clean.

We looked at your
bank statements.

You're very wealthy
for a nurse.

Cancer survivors are often
grateful to their caregivers.

You took bribes, didn't you?

Cancer studies
are like lotteries,

and you were selling
the winning tickets.

You were selling hope.

It's cheap at the price.

Why were you trying to destroy
Archer Braddock's body?

His liver was damaged.

The alcoholism.

And you missed it.

We thought brother Josef was
poisoning him with his tea,

when in fact
it was your drug.

Because of the liver damage,

it was killing him
faster than the cancer.

I knew Dr. Scheck
would find out

in his postmortem exam.

And then there would be
a whole investigation.

And they'd have found out
about--

about the gifts
I received from patients.

I had to do something.

So you went to
the banquet hall that night.

You followed him there.

He was gonna die anyway...

of bone cancer.

Do you know how agonizing
that is?

Excruciatingly slow
and painful.

I made his passing easy.

A little chloroform
before I suffocated him,

and he never felt a thing.

I ended his suffering.

It was an act of kindness,
really.

I think Mr. Braddock
and his children

would beg to differ.

What you got there?

Huh. It's my kid.

So big so fast.

Mmm. Only a couple weeks
to go.

I heard about today.
Are you okay?

Yeah.

You know, when that guy
shot at me,

all I could think about
was how I gotta make it out

to see my son.

It's crazy.

You know, if I'd died
a year ago,

it wouldn't have
mattered so much

in the big scheme
of things.

It would have
mattered to me.

Yeah.

Not as much as it would have
mattered to him.

He's a game changer.

He's a lucky kid.

Here we go.

What's this for?

Well, to let you know what
a proper cup of tea smells like

before you go out
into the world.

Brother Josef really did
a number on my dad, huh?

Oh, I don't know.

He gave him hope.

No better way
to stimulate the body

than the promise
of a new day.

And Helen?
I still can't believe that.

I did a cancer walk
for that bitch.

Language.

Liesl?

Aden?

I-I talked
to aunt Marcia, and...

I want to move back home.

Okay.

After rehab.

Who talked you into that?

Dad.

Hey, kiddo, it's dad.
It's been a while.

Look. I'm outside your job.
I made a mistake.

I want you to come home.

Wh-whatever time
I have left,

I want to spend it with you
and--and Liesl.

I love you both so much.

Okay. See you soon, I hope.
Here goes.

Come on. Let's go home.

Mr. Jane?

Thanks.

- Boss, you have a minute?
- Sure.

I heard about you and Rigsby
with the drug dealer earlier.

Nice work.

Is everything all right?

No.

This is a safe room.

You can talk about
whatever you'd like here.

Okay.

I'm sorry I was late
this morning.

I'll make sure
it never happens again.

Okay.

Good night, boss.

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