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I daresay you've inspected more modern facilities

in your travels, but, uh-

Griffin. Don't come in here.

Dr. Seberg, what's wrong?

Oh, my God.

Hey.

Hey.

- Cheer up. - Why?

Uh, 'cause it's better to be happy than sad.

- I'm not sad. - You're very sad.

You've been sad for months, ever since, uh-

Oh, what, is this some sort of therapy session?

Did you bring tissue in case you make me cry?

There we go. Zing of anger- gets the blood up.

- That's a good start. - Is this what you came here for- to zing me?

Because I've got paperwork to do.

Jane, call for you. They say it's extremely urgent. Line two.

Ooh.

This is Jane.

Good morning, Mr. Jane.

My name is Dr. Alicia Seberg.

I gather from a brief search on the internet

that you're the best Detective in my immediate vicinity.

Oh. Well, um...

you flatter me, but, uh, I'm not actually a Detective.

I need your professional assistance.

Please come immediately.

I've been murdered.

Whoo!

That was fun!

Whoo!

Agent Lisbon! CBI!

Ma'am, sir, please follow me.

All right!

Agent Lisbon. And you are...

I'm this guy- Patrick Jane. Consultant?

Okay, Teresa, Patrick, glad to meet you both.

I'm Dean Harken, California Disease Control Authority.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, we have

a potential code red virus outbreak situation here.

This facility is under CDCA control,

as per state emergency protocols.

Thousands of people might die if we don't get this right, okay?

- We've been apprised of the basic- - Now she's denying it, of course, but this situation's

almost certainly resulted from an error by Dr. Seberg.

There's no criminality involved,

so you're not really needed here.

Probably but we're gonna have-

As a professional courtesy, I'm gonna let you into the facility.

I'm happy for you guys to observe and gather evidence,

as long as you remember that CDCA is big dog here.

Our investigation has priority. Now are we cool with that?

Absolutely.

Can I see your ID also?

Sure.

Thank you... Dean.

No picture. That's a shame. You're a good-looking man.

Scott Price, I manage this facility

for Zitek Biosystems division.

Right off the bat, let me assure you

that we as a company are 110% committed to giving you

the best possible cooperation.

Thank you, Mr. Price. Shall we? There's a sense of urgency here.

Ah, yes, of course.

Lisbon, Jane, Dr. Edmunds, head of research here.

He'll take you to the release incident.

Price, come with me.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

What exactly is it that you do here?

Biowarfare. With modern technology,

anthrax, botulism, bubonic plague,

even cobra venom all he strong weaponizing potential.

It's a growing field. A lot of exciting developments.

You develop ways of killing people in large numbers.

To the contrary. We develop antidotes, ways to combat

the things that kill large numbers of people.

Here we are.

Follow me.

120.

Darling. Is this Mr. Jane?

- Yes. How are you feeling? - The same.

Interesting improvement in cardiac rate, though.

My metabolism's trying to fight back with adrenaline.

Good morning, Mr. Jane.

Hi.

Agent Lisbon, CBI.

You mind running this down for us?

Someone opened this flask and left it under the tank.

It contains an airborne form of Cryptohansa B strain.

It's an engineered supervirus.

If it escaped from this room, it would kill

every vertebrate creature within a quarter-mile radius.

It attacks the red blood cells, gradually stops them

from delivering oxygen.

The victim... dies from suffocation or a heart attack,

depending on their physical condition.

How long after exposure?

We estimate anywhere from two to six hours.

- So you could die at any time? - Yes.

Harken says you did this yourself- tragic error.

He's a bureaucrat. He's looking for the easy answer.

It takes four distinct steps to remove a cap

from one of these flasks, and we never open a flask

outside of the tank. That's just basic.

I can assure you both, I had nothing to do with this.

But this was no mistake. Whoever did this wanted me dead.

Everybody knows I take the first shift.

She called you "darling. " you both have wedding bands.

You husband and wife?

Yes.

Well, she looks surprised

because you seem incredibly calm and cool

for a man whose wife is dying.

How would an absence of calm and cool be useful to her?

Good point. Correct me if I'm wrong,

but for the killer to open the flask,

they would have to expose themselves to the virus,

in which case, they would be dying or possibly dead already.

No, there's an antidote.

It's an enzyme compound.

If taken before exposure, it prevents infection.

I assume whoever did this took a dose.

- Couldn't you j- - No, I can't take it now.

The antidote only works if taken before exposure, as I said.

Why didn't you take it before, just as a precaution?

The side effects of regular use are far too severe.

Who else had access to the virus flask?

The only people allowed in the lab are Cliff and I,

Welks, Nash and Tripp, our colleagues.

We have a state-of-the-art biometric security system, as you can see.

So your husband or one of the three colleagues is the killer.

Sorry. Uh, will be the killer.

Jane.

I'm just... Mm.

That's all right. That is the unavoidable conclusion.

Yes.

Where are the other three now?

Harken is having them fill out an accident report.

We're gonna need to speak to them.

Ooh, this is a good one, eh?

Good?

Well, interesting. Unique.

If you're a jaded, ghoulish adventure seeker.

Ghoulish? Listen, if people are gonna kill each other

and we have to catch them, I would much rather

they go about it with some kind of originality.

- Boss? - Hey, Van Pelt.

I need you to do background checks on Cliff Edmunds...

Lilith Nash, Griffin Latimer Welks,

Florian Eric Tripp.

I'm sending you their details now.

Anything to be looking out for in particular?

Oh, uh, one of them released a lethal supervirus

that could kill half the state of California,

so I guess we're looking for someone with a prior

background as an evil supervillain.

Okay.

- That last part was a joke. - Yeah, we get it.

Later.

Hello.

Hi.

- Hello. - Hello.

What are you doin'?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Trying to make us nervous?

Correct. How am I doing?

- Doing well. - Excellent.

But why?

One of you three murdered Alicia Seberg,

or her husband did. It's our job to find out who.

And we're in a hurry, and nervous people are easy to read.

And what do you gather from all this reading?

Well, you're an open book. You're exactly what

you seem to be- a straight arrow, a boy scout.

- Am I right? - No.

- I'm wrong. There's a hidden side to you. - Yes, but-

- What are you hiding? - Nothing.

- What is he hiding, Lilith? - I don't know.

- What are you hidi? - I- I'm not-

- It was you, wasn't it? - Me what?

You were having an affair with Alicia Seberg.

What? No, not with me.

Not with you. With who, then?

I oversee equipment and inventory,

not my colleagues' private lives.

But she was having an affair, huh?

Why else would a husband have the motives to kill her?

And if it wasn't her husband, it was one of you.

Who was it?

My guess...

Kaseem.

Yes.

Does her husband know? Oh, he knows.

Dr. Edmunds is a kind, gentle man.

He couldn't have done this.

Thank you, Lilith, Florian...

Griffin.

Why didn't you tell us you were having an affair

with Dr. Kaseem here?

Because it isn't relevant.

Yeah, we have an honest and open marriage.

They do.

Really? You don't mind?

No, I don't mind at all.

Fidelity is sily a cultural convention.

Like clothes and not killing people.

You could say so.

Come on. It must bug you a little.

No. We love each other. Her hainess is mine.

It's not like I don't have affairs myself.

Are you having an affair presently?

No. I've been far too busy.

Y - you must think this is a little weird.

Uh... yeah... at first.

But hey.

What an eloquent phrase that is.

Oh! Isabel. Thank God.

Mom? Mom, I got dad's message.

Is it true?

Yes, it's true.

No.

No, no, it can't be!

Oh, this is a pickle, isn't it?

Oh, baby, don't cry. Don't cry.

How can you tell me not to cry?

Of course I'm going to cry. Is there something you can do?

There has to be something!

Listen to me.

We don't have much time,

so we mustn't waste it weeping and wailing, okay?

- Okay. - Good.

How's school going? Did you get your calculus grade up?

I got a 95 on my last test.

Oh, well done. You keep that up.

A - and what about that boy, Andy? How's that going?

Oh, he's a jerk. I don't see him anymore.

Well, I must say, I'm glad to hear that.

I didn't like the sound of him.

I love you so much.

You're the best thing I ever did.

And I am so... proud of you.

Mom.

Shh, shh, shh!

When I'm gone,

you mustn't waste time being sad.

A little while is okay, but not too long.

You be brave.

And be happy.

Bye, baby.

Mom!

Mom! Bye, baby.

No, mom!

Good-bye, my love.

I love you, darling. Good-bye.

She's gone, baby.

She's gone.

She's dead?

Yes.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry for your loss.

My people and I will get prepped for the decontamination procedure.

How does that work?

It's a low-intensity micro-radiation bath

built in for this eventuality.

The chamber is irradiated. The virus is destroyed.

Alicia's body's not harmed.

How long until we can examine the crime scene?

Whoa. It's not a crime scene until you know there's a crime, right?

Well, you don't know there's been a murder here.

Where's your evidence?

Alicia's Seberg's word.

Why would she lie?

She had a brain freeze.

She screwed up, and she can't admit the fact.

It happens. I've been working this beat for a long time.

I've seen the same denial, same certainty.

- It's human nature. - I disagree. I believe her.

I'm calling this in as a homicide.

And I'm sorry if this complicates your work,

But it's my job.

That's fine. Okay. Doing your job.

But this is still a live outbreak,

and I'm in charge here. You wanna make a murder case?

We'll deal with the suspects as per CDCA protocols.

Absolutely.

Until the summer of '08,

Seberg, Edmunds, Nash and Tripp all worked together

at the Northern California Technology Institute

Biochemistry department.

Seberg and Edmunds left abruptly- some kind of legal dispute.

Okay, Cho and I will check it out.

Have you ever been convicted of a criminal offense?

No.

Are you now or have you ever been a member of a terrorist organization?

This is ridiculous.

- This is ridiculous. - Just let it go.

Let's have some quiet back there, huh?

- Now, Mr. Tripp, please- - Why?

Why?

What difference does our silence make?

Silent or not, you're still wasting everybody's time

with this nonsense.

You guys called this homicide, so now we have

to run the paperwork. That's how it works.

Still a waste of time.

I thought I made the deal clear to you guys.

You really wanna mess with the CDCA?

Absolutely not. I apologize for my colleague's rudeness-

No, she doesn't. I retract that apology.

Show some mettle, Lisbon. You know as well as I do,

if I have ten minutes with these people,

I will get the truth, if there's any useful truth worth having.

Excuse us.

Yes, excuse us. We have to have a chat.

Cool it, all right? That is an order.

Okay. Just relax. I'm working the case.

- Let me explain something to you. - Mm-hmm.

This is politics.

The CDCA is rich, mean and well connected.

The CBI in comparison are like poor orphans.

We can't make enemies out of them.

We need to cooperate with this man.

- He irks me. - Say it. "I understand. "

Hmm.

Go. Find yourself a vending machine.

Buy yourself a candy bar and come back

when you're ready to play nice.

Give me a dollar and I will.

You're paying me back.

Carry on.

Oh, my lord. That's terrible.

And you suspect foul play of some kind?

Uh, professor, Dr. Seberg and her husband

worked here at the institute until '08,

as did Florian Tripp and Lilith Nash. Is that correct?

Yes. Brilliant research team. We were very sorry to lose them.

Money, you know? We tried to hold them to their contract,

but Zitek threatened a lawsuit,

so they left rather under a cloud.

But Edmunds and Seberg as a couple- did they get along?

Oh, I think so, despite all.

Despite all what?

Well, uh, I don't like to listen to that sort of gossip,

- but, uh, one hears things. - Like?

Edmunds was quite the ladies' man.

- He had affairs. - So I gather.

Quite the drama sometimes.

Drama of what type?

Fireworks, as it were, you know.

But as I say, I don't pay attention.

Anybody you know who did- pay attention?

Ah, I believe one of our grad students

in the astrophysics department was, uh, involved.

- Name? - Greta Skye.

How long does this decontamination take?

Another hour.

Hmm.

Don't touch that, please.

This is a murder investigation. I can touch what I want.

You have a problem with that?

There's dangerous stuff in here, that's all.

I like what they're doing these days.

They're making regular candy bars,

only with dark chocolate.

- You tried that? - No.

You- you want a bite?

No, thank you.

All right.

Hmm. Really good.

Hi.

Can you hear me?

Isabel, right?

Who are you?

My name's Patrick Jane.

I'm here to find out who killed your mother.

Good. Kill them, please.

Oh, I wish I was allowed to do that.

You know, you should probably step away from your computer.

Do you have any friends nearby?

I wanna be with my mother.

Yeah.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Do you have a candy bar around at all?

What?

Well, we were just talking chocolate,

and it occurred to me that chocolate would be good for you.

All that emotion- it wipes you out.

And sugar's good for energy.

My mother is dead.

Chocolate and grief is a good combination.

You should try it. It'll taste so much... deeper,

more intense.

Everything will feel that way for a while.

You'll feel more alive.

You should probably try to hang on to that feeling

as long as you can. It's a gift.

I guess.

I want you to do something for me now, Isabel.

I want you to please turn off your computer

and go and tell a friend what's happened.

You do that now.

Open sesame.

Whoa!

That wasn't meant to happen, was it?

Uh-oh.

Do you have an advanced degree in any of the physical sciences?

Yes.

Excuse me. Uh... Sorry to interrupt.

We need to expand the pool of suspects.

The tricky little high-tech scanners let anyone in.

That's nonsense.

Try it.

I'll be damned.

See? Same with that door. Anyone at this facility

could've gotten to those little virus thingies- anyone.

Who's responsible for the operation of the security scanners?

I have no idea how that could happen. That's outrageous.

It's your job to oversee the security systems here, isn't it?

Not the technical aspects, obviously.

That's contracted out, but I'll get right on 'em,

give 'em a piece of my mind, believe you me.

You're showing us your palms.

It's a supplicant gesture,

suggesting a guilty conscience.

That- that's not valid or relevant.

I'm- I'm simply stating the facts. I have no idea

why the security system doesn't work.

The man's right. You're not real convincing.

I regret that's your opinion,

but I-I have no control over that.

Mr. Price, you're under arrest.

- For what? - Let's see.

For one, the murder of Alicia Seberg.

That's absurd.

- And frankly, not your call. - Oh, is that right?

Yeah, this homicide investigation is ours.

If we can't get along, I'll call my friends at the FBI,

get them to take over from you.

In fact, I will do that. I'm sorry, little lady-

You know, may-maybe I was right about the supplicant palm gesture.

Yep.

I... I wanna talk to my lawyer.

You have that right, but if it doesn't-

Have you ever sat in the back of a military aircraft

- with a black hood over your head? - Uh... No.

Well, then you got a new experience comin',

because that is where this is goin' unless you start talkin'

right about now!

Um... Look-

Quiet.

Please.

The contractor screwed up.

The software glitches constantly,

So... they're fixing it.

Meanwhile, the system's down... temporarily.

Nobody knew the system was down, so in a way,

it worked just as if it was up and running...

In a way.

How long was it down for?

Two... months.

Two months? Anyone at all could enter the lab-

Terrorists, crazies, thieves.

Have you any idea how much trouble you're in?

Thieves?

People wanna steal germs?

Cryptohansa B strain is a- is a must-have research tool.

It's hard to make.

It's worth $300,000 a gram in the black market.

- Wow. - Isn't that right, Price?

And you left the cupboard door wide open.

You are yea deep in trouble, pal.

You think about your situation for a while.

Okay? And we'll talk again.

You know he didn't kill Alicia Seberg.

You just like scaring people, right?

Hey, if there was a murder here,

I think he's a very good suspect.

Why? He has no interest in her death.

It could only lead to discovery of the security breakdown.

We'll see if he had any other motives.

The salient pot here is that anyone could have gotten

to those flasks, not just Price.

Kaseem could have, for instance, or you could have.

You were already here, weren't you?

For an inventory check?

What time did you get here, exactly?

- The night before, right? - You remind me.

I was goa call the FBI, replace you people.

And I was gonna tell you that's not your call.

We're here on the direct say-so of the A. G.

Call him. Tell him we're off the case. See what he says.

I might do that.

We'll see how it goes, shall we?

It's time to open the biohazard chamber.

Oh, that sounds fun, opening the biohazard chamber.

Shouldn't we be wearing masks or something?

No virus could possibly survive the radiation bath.

The virus inside the flasks are still alive, of course.

But the flasks are unbreakable.

There's no danger.

Five flasks intact.

Let's get these babies back in deep freeze.

Okay. We're copacetic.

Let's send Alicia Seberg on her way.

Doctor, this is a crime scene now. You can't-

Let him stay.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

And, Greta, you had a sexual relationship

with Cliff Edmunds, the victim's husband, is that right?

No. I mean, yes. It wasn't- well, yes, I did.

But I didn't.

You don't think I had something to do with killing her?

No, ma'am, we're just looking

for insight into their relationship.

You think Cliff killed her.

Is he the jealous type?

Not at all.

Did he ever show violence to you?

No, no. Cliff is a very gentle soul, really.

And Alicia's such a cool person.

We heard there was trouble.

No.

Well...

There was one incident,

but it had nothing to do with Cliff or Alicia, really.

Please continue.

We'd been seeing each other for a while.

Somebody left a note for me,

pushed under by door in the middle of the night.

Basically, it said I was a whore

and I should stay away from Cliff.

It was very ugly. It was anonymous, of course.

Who do you think sent the note?

I thought at first it was Alicia Seberg, naturally.

But it turns out she wasn't even in the country

on the night in question.

Who's your next best guess.

Um, the one time I went to see Cliff at work,

there was a lab assistant.

She gave me this glare like a death ray,

and I thought maybe it was her.

What's her name?

Lilith Nash.

The question is why now?

What was it that triggered the killing? What changed?

What's the answer?

Well, for one thing, Harken showed up.

You think Harken did this?

Ooh, I'd like that. But what's his motive?

Van Pelt.

Boss, Cho and Rigsby found an ex-lover of the vic's husband.

She thinks Lilith Nash sent her a menacing note.

- Interesting. - So I dug deeper.

Nash is clean under her current name

but had a brief marriage in Canada in '96, '97.

Under that name, Lilith Blaum, in '99, still in Canada,

she had a restraining order taken out against her

by her ex-husband and subsequently

spent four months in a secure Mental Institute.

Well, that could happen to anyone.

Uh, Van Pelt, could you do me a favor?

Could you call Cho and Rigsby and have them get out here

- as quick as possible? - Why?

- I got a hunch we're gonna need'em. - Okay.

- Thank you. - Will do.

- Let's go talk to Nash. - Meh.

- What? I think she's good for it. - Ah, she's nuts.

She's got a nutty little secret crush on the boss, kills the wife.

Something like that.

She did seem nervous, but why kill now?

And why would she use the virus?

I don't know. Let's go and ask her.

Ugh, if you want to.

You know, you're just resisting Nash

because you didn't peg her right away as the one.

No, I'm resisting Nash because, uh, she isn't the one.

But if you wanna go talk to her, let's go talk to her.

But whatever you do, do not tell Harken.

Why not? It's procedure.

Fig for procedure. He'll stomp all over her.

She'll clam up. You'll get nothing but a waste of time.

I'm telling Harken.

Okay.

Nash, come with me.

Now.

Thank you.

Stand there.

Listen closely and please tell the truth.

Is there a way out of here that avoids the main gates?

- A back way out? - Yes.

Where?

Walk a mile north.

There's a culvert that goes under the fence

halfway along the northeast property line.

Excellent. Now... tell the truth.

Did you ever go by the name Lilith Blaum?

Yes.

Did you spend time in a mental asylum?

Yes.

Do you have a secret crush on Cliff Edmunds?

Yes.

Did you kill Alicia Seberg?

No.

I believe you,

but I know how Harken's thoughts run.

A way to blame you will be found.

I repeat. I know how Harken's thoughts run.

A way to blame you will be found. Do you hear me?

Yes.

Excellent.

Go.

Did Lilith Nash come back in here?

No.

Uh, that's odd.

Where's Lilith Nash?

Uh, she left with-

You don't need to worry about her.

She's not guilty.

And how do you know that?

Because I asked her. She told me.

Uh-huh. And where is she now?

Um... I don't know.

Security.

She's not in her room. She's nowhere to be found.

Oh, you people are overreacting. I'm sure she's no danger.

She's mentally unstable and probably a killer,

but you're sure she's no danger. Well, that's reassuring.

Well, even if she is those things, and I don't say that she is,

then she's done her worst already.

Mr. Harken! We have a code red.

- What's a code red? - What? No.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Anyone within a quarter-mile radius of this flask

is gonna be dead within the next four to six hours.

But I put the flasks in the safe.

She must have gotten into the safe somehow.

W- h-how is that possible?

What was that?

- A beaker fell. - What?

There's only one missing.

That's a relief, anyhow. But how did she do it?

Never mind how. She's done it. What do we do now?

Well, there's nothing we can do.

In the next four hours, we'll all be dead.

Tell me the truth.

This is a trick right?

No. Why would I do something like that?

What would be the point?

Swear on your child's grave.

You know I don't do that, not for anything.

Oh, my God.

- This is a drill, right? - Uh, this is not a drill.

This is- this is the real thing. I'm sorry.

Listen up.

We have a few hours left.

But we'll keep this virus contained here.

Nobody leaves this facility.

And then what? We get buried in the desert?

The air force will drop incendiary bombs

on the facility, burn the virus out.

Your next of kin will be informed.

Like I say, we have a few hours left,

so we all should make our arrangements

and say our prayers as best we can.

Make your phone calls.

May God have mercy on our souls.

Hey, boss. We're about five minutes from your location.

Cho, listen.

Jane and I have been exposed to the virus,

and it looks like we might die soon.

Okay.

So I wanna thank you and Rigsby and Van Pelt.

It's been an honor working with you.

I need you to call my brother Tommy.

His number is in my desk diary.

It's under Town and Country Electrical.

Tell him that I love him

and that I forgive him for whatever

and that, um, he needs to make peace with his brothers.

It's my last dying wish. You tell him that.

Will do.

Okay. Good-bye.

Uh, wait. I-I wanted to talk to them also.

Sorry.

It's all right.

That's a fine farewell.

I feared that you'd become tearful and incoherent, but no.

Succinct.

Noble. Bravo.

Uh-huh.

Don't you have anybody you wanna call

besides Cho and Rigsby?

No.

And if were dying, I'd wanna call you,

but... you're already here. So there's no need.

Me?

Hmm?

Oh... What would you say?

Uh...

Wait- wait a minute. If?

- If I was dying? - Yeah, you're not really dying.

I wrote a label and put it on an empty flask,

and then I convinced poor Lilith Nash to run away.

- I feel kind of bad about it- - You son of a bitch.

But just- just wait. Just please. Be still. Cho?

This is Jane. Please disregard Lisbon's last message.

I tricked her. My bad. I'm so sorry.

Are you at the culvert? Okay, good. Wait.

There'll be some people coming your way soon. Bye.

You're sick.

Why would you do this to me?

Two reasons- firstly, to catch the killer of Alicia Seberg,

the killer who is not poor Lilith Nash.

The killer who, you may recall,

took a dose of the antidote in order to survive

- exposure to the virus. Yes? - Yes...

The killer who believes that he or she

- is the only one that isn't going to die. Yes? - Yes.

So they have to get out of here before we die,

or else they'll be burnt to a crisp by the Air Force.

Their hands are tied. They have to try to escape,

thus revealing themselves to us with precision and clarity

of a mathematical equation.

And reason number two?

The second and most important reason

is doesn't it feel great to get your life back?

Don't you feel good right now?

Don't you feel happy to be alive?

No!

Oh, I know you do. You know you do.

If reason number one does not pan out very, very soon,

I think I'm gonna punch you in the nose.

Forbearance, Lisbon.

Any moment now, Harken is gonna come around that corner

with an anxious expression on his face

because someone has run off.

Any moment now.

Wait.

Any moment.

Nothing.

If you just get-

Ow!

Ow!

Ow. Whoo!

That's what I'm talking 'bout.

Hi.

Well, this was all a hoax?

Well, "hoax" is a little strong. Uh, more of a ruse, a gambit.

The important thing is we caught the killer.

Right? That's what's important.

That's what's important. Griffin Welks, huh?

Never would have caught him your way, and my way-

Cathartic and life-affirming.

You know what? You're on your own.

Okay, the important thing now is to be careful

'cause this is the real thing. Okay?

All right, let's get that back in the deep freeze.

See you around, big dog.

I was siphoning off small amounts of the virus matrix

and selling it on the black market.

$300,000 a gram.

Yeah.

Yeah, exactly.

I'm in charge of keeping inventory, so it was easy,

until Harken arrived to do a spot check,

and I had to do something fast, so I spilled a flask

to cover up the missing quantity.

Knowing full well Alicia Seberg would be exposed.

Someone had to be responsible.

I figured everyone would think

that she'd opened the flask by accident

and couldn't admit to it,

'cause she was like that- couldn't be wrong.

I'm curious. The money you made from your theft-

How'd you spend it?

I didn't.

I have it in treasury bonds mostly, some real estate.

Mm-hmm, that's smart investing.

You'll be the richest man in Folsom.

Whew. Long day.

Ooh.

It's chilly around here. You still angry with me?

Duh.

Oh, confess. You do feel better.

You feel much more alive. I know you do.

You know what made me feel better?

Punching you in the nose.

Ah. Glad to be of service.

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