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(Patrick) Hey, it could do
with a little, uh,

yard maintenance,
don't you think?

How does one person
live in a house this big?

Uh, let me see.
By being very rich.

That's now what I meant.

Ah, you mean morally.
Well, we've been called in,

so it's likely
that whoever lived here

paid a hefty price
in the end.

(Sighs)

There is something
off here.

This place
gives me the creeps.

Normally, I'd be tempted
to mock your superstition,

but in this case,
I'm inclined to agree.

Ladies first.

(Door creaks) Boss, this is Reggie Brooks
from private security.

Found the body,
called it in.

Hi. I'm Agent Lisbon
with the CBI.

This is Patrick Jane.

Hi. How you doing?

Is this gonna take long?

I'd really like
to get out of here.

Why don't you just
walk us through

what happened this morning?

Well, I was, uh, doing my rounds
of the neighborhood

this morning, as always,

when I got a call
that said, uh,

Ms. Vogelsong's doctor
wasn't getting an answer

when he tried to call her
and asked me to follow up.

Uh, do you know
the name of the doctor?

No, I don't. Uh,
you can call dispatch.

Okay. So the doctor told you
to go and check on her.

(Brooks) I, uh,
I noticed the smell right away.

(Flames crackling) And I, uh, followed it
to the library,

and... that's when
I called it in.

The final remains
of Elise Vogelsong,

Sacramento's
tragic heiress.

You know the story, right?

You know, orphan at 12,
widow at 18.

Divorced 5 times
before she turned 40.

My mother ate that stuff up
when I was a kid.

Never heard of her.

Check out this place.
What a creep show.

And, uh, look at this body.

I mean, it's reduced
entirely to ash.

You know, there've been
a handful of cases

I've read about.
I've never actually seen it.

Spontaneous combustion,
they like to call it.

It's in a book somewhere.

"Bleak House." Dickens.

Yeah, Mr. Krook,
the rag and bone man,

burst into flames
in his parlor.

It's not believable.
I didn't buy it, either.

Oh, um, it's...
It's a misnomer.

You know, it's not actually
spontaneous combustion at all.

Uh, it almost always happens
with a heavy drinker

and a smoker. They pass out
with a cigarette in their hand,

ember falls onto clothing,
starts to burn,

and smoldering cloth
acts like a wick,

and it turns the victim
into a human candle,

with the body's
subcutaneous fat deposits

as a perfect form of tallow.

A human candle?

Isn't that awful?

Yeah, what's produced is
a slow and all-consuming burn,

so in the end,
there's nothing left but ash.

So this could be
an accidental death?

Yeah. Very likely.

Uh, you notice
how weird the light is?

Kind of waxy and brown?

That's because
human fat is congealed

on all the light bulbs.
I mean--

All right. Don't say
another word, please, okay?

Uh, this was murder,

which is ironic, considering
Ms. Vogelsong's appreciation

and love of
murder mysteries.

Murder?
Yes.

There's globules of glass
in the fireplace,

and, uh, this scotch
was opened very recently.

And that's a lot of scotch
for one woman.

There were at some point
four glasses right here,

but now there are
only three in the room.

Where is the fourth glass?

So two people
are sitting down,

relaxing,
having a drink,

now one of them
is dead.

The other one tried to conceal
his or her presence

by throwing the fourth glass
into the fireplace. Murder.

Oh, you think?
Who's the other person, huh?

Why'd they kill her?

Well, you know,
if you hadn't mentioned

the congealed human fat
in the light bulbs,

I may have had the stomach
to stick around and find out,

but I-I...

You're a ghoul.

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(Telephone ringing in distance)

Oh, thanks.

Hmm.

You know, my mom kept
a scrapbook of Elise Vogelsong.

You'd have thought
she was family,

the way she talked
about her.

Your mom like that?

Nope.

I think for mom,
it was a way

of feeling better about things
with my dad, you know?

No matter how bad
things got between them,

it was always worse
for Elise Vogelsong.

I think that was it,
anyway.

Have we got a name yet,
for the doctor who called?

(Sighs) Dispatcher didn't
write it down.

He doesn't even know
if he got it or not.

Now this says someone poured
accelerant on Ms. Vogelsong

and lit a match, right?

Right. Best arson teams
in the world

would have missed it
99 times out of 100.

If Jane hadn't been so sure,
I'd have missed it, too.

Spectrometer says traces
of ethyl alcohol and methanol.

I'm guessing sterno
as an accelerant.

Wouldn't take much.

That's nice work.

Yeah, next of kin didn't seem
to believe it, though.

Give it time. Lisbon and Jane
will convince them.

Can you think of anybody who may
have wanted to harm your aunt?

She was an old lady

who devoted herself to charity
and helping veterans.

Who'd want to hurt her?

She was losing her mind
at the end.

Have you taken that
into account?

Losing her mind how?

All right, you know what my aunt
endured in her life?

The scandals, the tragedies?

Yes. I'm sorry.

Well, she was a strong woman,
despite it all,

until about two years ago.

And what happened?

She stopped wanting
to leave the house,

started getting paranoid,

thought people were
out to get her.

Were they?

No. Not at all.
It was all in her head.

She fired all her servants

and was living in
that big old pile by herself.

Look, the police said

that there was nothing stolen
from the house.

There are no signs of robbery.

Someone commits a murder
in a house like that

and doesn't take anything?
No money, no jewels?

No expensive works of art?

It doesn't make
any sense, does it?

Well, not yet.

It's an ongoing investigation.

Yeah, it's ongoing.

Uh, could you provide us
with your aunt's doctor's name?

The one who called
the security guard?

I didn't know her doctor.
I'm sorry.

As I said, my aunt had become
withdrawn in recent years.

I didn't communicate
with her much.

You had a falling out?

No. As her mind went,
she became difficult.

I admit I distanced myself.

I preferred to remember her
as she was.

Okay. So before that,
you--you were close?

Well, some of my fondest
memories from childhood

were sailing with my aunt Elise
on the "Songbird."

Ah. Your aunt
liked sailboats?

Well, aside from the family's
charitable foundations,

it was her greatest joy.
I don't think a week went by

that she wasn't
out on the water.

Even at her age?
Was that safe?

There was a girl wasn't
out on that went with her

down at the marina.

(Boat horn blowing in distance)

(Seagull cries)

Cayce Robbins?

That's right.

I'm Agent Lisbon
with the CBI.

This is my associate,
Patrick Jane.

We spoke on the phone.

Oh, about Elise.

You going somewhere?

Yeah, Elise always said
she wanted her ashes

scattered out at sea,
out of sight of land.

So I figured it's my duty
to make that happen.

I'm just waiting
to get the ashes.

That's gonna have to wait
until after our investigation.

I'm sorry.

It's awful to think
what happened to her.

Can you think of anybody
who may have wanted to kill her?

Uh, I-I can't,
but I only sailed with her.

I don't know much
about her life on land.

What about her mental state?

In the last few years,
you see any signs of senility?

Elise? No, she was sharper
than most people my age.

I didn't like all the pills
she was taking, though.

Doctors prescribe too many pills
these days, I think.

What were the pills
she was taking?

Or--or better still,

you know the name of the doctor
that prescribed them?

You know, there's some
in the cabin. I can go get 'em.

Thank you. Very helpful.

Seems like a civilized way
to travel, don't you think?

Are you kidding?

Stuck on that thing
in the middle of the ocean?

It's like being in a prison cell
with a chance of drowning.

There you go.
Hope that helps.

"Dr. Reinhardt".

Yeah, thank you.
It does. Thank you.

Yeah.

(Indistinct conversations)

Right this way,
Agent Lisbon.

Come on.

Uh, I was just about to learn
how to drive her wild.

Five easy steps.

I've been Elise Vogelsong's
personal physician

for almost two years.
I felt a particular concern.

She was in
the early stages of Dementia.

Why would you say that?

Anyone who spent any time
with Elise Vogelsong

would recognize the symptoms.
As a doctor, it was obvious.

What kind of symptoms?

Well, the onset of dementia
can manifest in various ways.

In her case, it took the form
of an intense persecution mania.

I was not comfortable
with her living alone,

but... Elise Vogelsong
was a very...

Strong-willed woman.

Is that why you were so quick
to send the security company

to go and check on her?

Well, I'd spoken to Elise
the evening before,

so when I couldn't get
a reply the next morning,

I became concerned.

I worried she'd fallen
and hurt herself.

The idea that she'd
been brutally murdered--

it's beyond
all comprehension.

Well, better than the discovery

that her death was related
to your care.

That must have been a relief.

Excuse me?

Well, your primary emotion
as you talk right now

about Elise Vogelsong
is that of relief.

Why is that?

Where do you...
Get this idea?

Is this an effective method
of investigation,

making things up?

Or do you consider evidence
as well?

(Pills rattle) Somebody told us
they thought

you were prescribing Elise
way too many drugs.

Hmm. This...
is a mild sleep aid.

I was attempting to regulate
Elise Vogelsong's sleep cycles.

Balanced sleep cycles
are a bulwark against Dementia.

This is widely known.

Now I understand you must pursue
all avenues of inquiry,

but embracing the medical
theories of laypersons...

Does not seem productive.

Did you approve
of Elise Vogelsong sailing?

I did not. Not at her age
and her condition.

But as I said,
she was a willful woman.

You didn't think it was good
for her to get out of the house?

Of course I did,
but not by going out to sea

or spending time with
mentally unstable war veterans.

That was her charity work?

The Vogelsong
soldiers' home.

I told her
it was dangerous, but...

Curtis and Alex Wiley.
Both artists.

They own the California
Impressionist Gallery.

Successful?

More enthusiastic than talented
from what I could gather.

They're well-liked
in the community.

So family money
keeps the business running?

Any trouble
with the police?

None.

That's Cayce Robbins, 28.

Originally from
New London, Connecticut.

Been working on or around boats
at the Bodega Bay marina

for the last six years.

And the only thing in her file
is some unpaid parking tickets.

What about the doctor?

Dr. Lance Reinhardt.

Born in D.C., educated
in the U.S. and Europe.

Impressive list
of honorary degrees

from prestigious universities
across the globe.

Moved to California
about five years ago.

Clean record in the state.

See what else you can find out
about Reinhardt.

See what he was doing
before he moved to California

and keep me posted.

I'm gonna go talk to the guy

who runs
the Vogelsong soldiers' home.

Elise Vogelsong was
a wonderful, wonderful woman.

We've been praying for her

and for whoever it was
that committed the horrible act.

This place looks like
it has an interesting history.

The Vogelsong fortune was made
by Elise's grandfather Ernst

during the world wars.
Munitions.

This foundation was created
to ease his conscience?

Yes.

And God bless him if it did.

Elise says it gave
a purpose to her life,

a purpose that was missing
for many of her relations.

Please, follow me.

(Lisbon) Chaplain Griffin,

do you know anybody who may
have wanted to do her harm

or had a grudge
against her?

Here? No.

As I say,
she was a lifesaver.

Last year, the--the heating unit
in the building went kaput,

she replaced the entire thing,
no questions asked.

How was Elise Vogelsong's
relationship with the veterans?

Oh, she was generous with
her time as well as her money.

With a certain reserve,
of course.

But I did notice
a bond forming between her

and one of the W.A.C.s.
Really? Which one?

Uh, Lissie Calhoun.

She was a nurse in Vietnam.
Do you think we can talk to her?

Uh, yeah. I mean, she's usually
here in the afternoons.

I-I could tell her
to contact you.

Uh, we'd appreciate that.
Of course.

I don't know what we'll do now
that Elise is gone.

I mean, there's
no one to protect us.

To protect you from what?

The rest of the family.

The Vogelsong fortune
breeds great entitlement

and great guilt,
Elise used to tell me.

And according to her,

it had driven all of her
relations completely mad.

All they did was fight
with each other over the money.

Well, where does
the money come from

that funds
the soldiers' home?

The Vogelsong Foundation,

which Elise was in charge of.

I mean, with her gone, I just--
I fear we might be shut down.

Is that a real danger?

Oh, yes. Sadly, yes.

One of the relatives was
determined to destroy us

and--and all of our work here.

According to Elise,
it was an obsession of his

to crush her and take everything
that was hers.

Do you know
which relative?

It was a nephew.
His name is Curtis Wiley.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

Vogelsong legal disputes.

Wanna help?

Rigsby.
What?

Somebody die?

No. It's from Van Pelt.

She's learning
cross drive analysis

and anomaly detection.

And that makes you sad?

I'm not sad.

Yeah, okay, I'm sad.

Every time she's been
away in the past

and she sent a postcard,

she always
addressed it to me,

or, you know,
Wayne and the gang.

This is just addressed
to "the bullpen,"

like I'm nobody.

Right. She's moved on.

Yes, thank you.
I know that.

Like years ago.

Well, years makes it
sound like decades.

It hasn't been that long.

You're losing your mind.
How long has it been

since you've had relations
with a woman?

(Sighs)

Recently.

Lying again. Find a woman.

Yeah, you know what?
You're right.

I will.
It's what I have to do.

"Bullpen."
Not even an "x-o" at the end.

Move on, Wayne.
Move on. (Typing)

(Beeps)

(telephone ringing in distance)

Hey, Cho,
what do you got?

(Exhales deeply)

There's about 30 descendants
of Ernst Vogelsong,

and every one of them
seems to be contesting

a part of the will

or accusing the others of some
improper financial behavior.

Uh, did you find out
what was going on

between Elise Vogelsong
and her nephew?

It was about a codicil

giving Curtis Wiley
another chunk of inheritance

and a seat
on the foundation board.

There's pages of claims
and counter claims

centered on whether it took
effect at 35 or 40.

Seriously?

These people
are a law firm's dream.

No kidding.

And more recently,
Curtis had been making claims

of managerial incompetence.

Said that there were
accounting irregularities

at the foundation
and the soldiers' home.

Any idea the status of the case,
which way it was leaning?

No, but I've got a call out
to the probate judge.

And one thing's clear--
this much paper

means bad feelings
on both sides.

Mm.

(Wiley) This is a family matter.

It's not something that
outsiders can understand.

I understand
that you lied to us earlier.

You and your aunt
hated each other.

And you're greedy.
No, you're wrong!

(Breathing heavily)

That's not true.

I never felt any ill will
towards my aunt.

I loved her.
I wanted to help her.

By suing her?

Interesting way
of showing your love.

All right, look,
from a financial point of view,

something had to be done.

My aunt was not
making good decisions.

Her mind was going.

Well, so you say,
and Dr. Reinhardt,

but Elise's sailing companion
didn't say so.

Excuse me
if I don't put much trust

in what Cayce Robbins says.

A reading of my aunt's will
showed that little thief

manipulated my aunt
into giving her the "Songbird."

Why shouldn't your aunt
give Cayce the boat

if that's what she wanted?

Because that boat is worth
a quarter of a million dollars!

All assets
of any unmarried heirs

revert back
to the family trust.

That's how it's done,
as my aunt well knew.

Apparently, that's not
what she wanted.

Well, she was not
in her right mind,

and people were taking
advantage of that.

The expenditures
of the soldiers' home

were astronomical.
One of the trustees told me.

And now we're losing
the "Songbird"?

Honey, this couple's interested
in one of your paintings.

Do you think you could
come over and talk to them?

My family's
being robbed blind.

It's my fiduciary responsibility
to act.

$250,000 is a lot of money.

We should go talk
to Cayce Robbins again.

I'm always happy
to take a trip to the ocean.

(Patrick) Well, we could
get on board and wait.

Not without a warrant,
we're not.

Ugh. Rules are just so...

tiresome and boring.

Ah, Ms. Robbins, hi.

We're sorry
to bother you this late.

No, please, call me Cayce.

I-I hope I didn't make
you guys wait too long.

I was just doing
a favor for a friend.

Uh, we just
had some questions.

We talked to Curtis Wiley.

Oh. I bet
he had a lot to say.

Yeah, he's very upset.
Mm.

He's very upset?

Look, I-I didn't
expect anything,

and I'm honored that Elise even
wanted to give me "Songbird,"

but changing the will
affects the foundation.

What do you mean,
changing the will?

You don't know?

I-I just got
a call from the lawyers,

and the doctor said Elise
was non compos mentis.

The will isn't valid.

And that affects
the foundation?

Well, Elise left her seat
on the foundation board

to the chaplain
of the soldiers' home.

That goes, too,
with the will thrown out.

That's interesting.

Thank you for your time.

Hmm.

Look, she wasn't crazy,
you know.

It was just those pills
that doctor had her on.

That's what
made her like that.

Uh, they were actually
just a mild sleeping aid.

We checked.

Well, there was more
than just those pills.

A lot more.

I thought
you understood that.

All right. What have you got
for me on Reinhardt?

Well, it looks like
Elise's sailing friend

might have had it right.
(Presses keys)

Took some digging.

Negligent homicide?
Where's this from?

Monaco.

You see why
the charge was brought?

Overprescribing
a pain medication.

Bingo.

It was treated as
a terrible mistake at the time,

and the charges
were eventually dropped.

Still, it's not something
that would inspire confidence

in Reinhardt's patients.

Yeah, which is probably why
a great deal of effort's

been made to cover it all up.

Uh, what about the records

for what he was prescribing
for Elise?

Trying to get a hold
of them.

We may need a warrant.
Talk to Reinhardt.

See how he reacts
when you confront him.

Sure. Should I take Cho?

I sent him to the soldiers' home.
Okay.

(Indistinct conversations)

You must be Agent Cho
with the CBI?

That's right.

Like I told
Agent Lisbon on the phone,

I don't want
to get anyone in trouble,

but I think those two have been
plotting this for some time.

Wait. Slow down.
Who was plotting what?

The nephew and that doctor.

I mean, I didn't realize it
at the time,

but I think they've been
working together for a while.

And what makes you
say that?

Uh, about a week ago,
they came in to talk to Elise.

They must have been
talking about

the future
of soldiers' home.

You sure about that?

Okay. Here's what I saw--

Elise was outside talking
with Lissie Calhoun

when Wiley
and Reinhardt appeared.

The--the conversation
got very heated.

Now Lissie Calhoun--

she's the nurse,
served in Vietnam?

Yeah. I know Agent Lisbon
wanted to talk to her,

but she hasn't been in
for the last few days.

Do you have her address?

Yeah. I think I do.

Follow me.

(Exhales)
Uh, Lisbon, I'm sorry,

but I think we might have to
get back to the crime scene.

Really?
That place was so creepy.

Yes. But I-I'm worried

we might have missed something
because of that.

Okay, fine, but no jumping out
and yelling "boo" at me

or anything like that.

I mean, seriously,
what do you take me for?

I am not going to answer that
because I'm a nice person.

(Man)
She paid through the month,

but said she was going
to visit a friend.

Did she say where?

No, she didn't.

What'd she do this time?

Told her any more of it,
I'd throw her out. (Keys jangle)

Three strikes.
That's my rule. (Lock turns)

She hasn't done anything.
I just wanna talk to her.

Well, don't get me wrong.

You know,
Lissie's good people.

But she's got
impulse control issues

and problems
with anger management.

Think maybe she saw stuff
over in Vietnam

that nobody should see,
you know?

Yeah, I know.

Plus she drinks.

That's probably
where she is now.

(Pills rattle)

So you think the friend
she's visiting is made up?

All I know is, I told her

she can't stay here
if she's not sober.

I can't put up with that.

(Brooks) She may have been
America's tragic heiress,

but she sure
knew how to throw a party.

(Lisbon) Mm.

Look at these photos--

hot and cold running servants,
fine food, champagne and wine.

That must have been
something to see.

Went crazy I guess?

Uh, Lisbon?
What?

Come take a look at this.

Look at this shelf.
Tell me what you see.

Mm, a picture frame,
a silver candlestick,

an old lace doily.

One.

The other doily's missing?

Yes. Now look at this.

On this shelf,
what is it...

That you don't see?

Well, that medal's gone.

I knew we missed something.

Okay, will do, boss.

(Pen clatters)

Jane thinks some kind
of small commemorative object

was stolen
from the Vogelsong house.

(Presses key)
Huh?

Never mind.
(Flips cell phone shut)

(Sighs) So you're still on
that computer dating site, huh?

(Chuckles) Yeah.
It's really cool.

You can customize the kind
of woman you wanna meet.

Have you actually made
any dates,

or are you just hesitating
and second-guessing yourself

like you usually do?

Yeah, I've made dates--
several. So there.

Glad to hear it.

But maybe you can also help
around the office a little bit.

Meaning?

Isn't that the Reinhardt warrant
on your desk?

No, I've been waiting
on the Reinhardt warrant for--

Oh, crap!
(Presses key)

Dr. Reinhardt will see you
as soon as he can.

You understand
I'm an officer of the law,

investigating
a murder case?

The doctor is with a patient
right now.

(Whirring)
But as soon as he's done...

(Woman) Hey!

Get away from the machine.

Oh. It's not what you think.
I-I didn't do anything.

Phenobarbital...

Clonazepam...

Diazepam...
(Paper rustles)

Thorazine.

Looks to me like you did
quite a lot.

Hands behind your back.

You're under arrest.

(Handcuffs clicking)

(Telephone ringing in distance)

Hey, I think I found
your missing object.

Oh, yeah?

It's called the Vogelsong Medal.

And apparently,
it's kind of a big deal.

That's from Channel 7 news
a few years ago. (Presses key)

(Female reporter)
Elise Vogelsong

welcomes foreign dignitaries

to the annual
Vogelsong Foundation dinner,

wearing the renowned
and priceless Vogelsong Medal.

(Key clicks)

Priceless, huh? That explains
why somebody stole it.

Except that it's only priceless
when it's the Vogelsong medal.

What does that mean?

Well, melt it down,
it's worth almost nothing,

but keep it
as the Vogelsong Medal,

you can't sell it.

So with all the treasures
in that house, why take that?

Beats me.

Uh, what about Dr. Reinhardt?
Did you talk to him?

I'm about to. With the amount
that he was prescribing her,

it's no wonder people thought
she was losing her mind.

I'm amazed
she could stay upright.

Okay, I did not want
to prescribe her those pills.

She made me do it.

She blackmailed me.

Okay, you can take a seat.

(Folder thuds)

So an old lady with
rapidly progressing dementia--

you gonna say that she was
the bad guy in this situation?

It's true.

I don't know how she found out
about my past, but she did.

And she said
she'd tell everybody

unless I did what she said.

I-I just want to help people.
I'm--I'm a good doctor.

She would have ruined
my career.

She was a cruel
and vindictive woman,

willing to do anything
just... to get her way.

So you weren't conspiring
with Curtis Wiley

to undo
Elise Vogelsong's will?

What? No.

But you and Wiley did have
a conversation with Elise

outside the soldiers' home,
did you not?

Elise asked me
to meet her there.

Th-that was the first
and only time

I ever met Curtis Wiley,
I swear on my mother's grave.

I voided that will because
I believe Elise Vogelsong

not to be
in her right mind.

That's the only reason.

I tracked down
Lissie Calhoun in Vegas.

She used a credit card
yesterday to get a room.

Should I send somebody out
to go get her?

Pass it on to the locals.
Have them drop in,

see what she has to say.

Will do.

Oh, and I got some intel
on the lawsuit

from one of the clerks
in the probate office.

Why can't we get a judge
on the phone?

Oh, he's stuck
in some mediation thing.

Stay on the judge.
What did the clerk say?

Basically, trusts and estates
law is pretty arcane stuff,

but the clerk
was pretty certain

that Elise Vogelsong
was gonna win.

Okay. (Sighs)
I-I wanna get a warrant

to search Curtis Wiley's home
and place of business.

I wanna lean on him hard.

You got it.

(Door opens)

(Door opens)

(Inhales sharply)

Hello, agents.

Uh, Curtis is painting out back.
Should I go get him?

That won't be necessary.

This is a warrant
to search your business.

Could you step aside
from the desk, please?

What?

Step away from the desk,
please.

Curtis,
the police are here.

We've already searched
your home. This won't take long.

My husband will put
a stop to this.

No, he won't.

What's going on here?

This is a warrant that
was issued by a judge.

It authorizes me to search
your business, your vehicle,

and your persons.
(Paper rustles)

I don't understand.
Why are you doing this?

Where were you the night
of the murder?

I-I was here at the gallery
going over paperwork.

Alone?

No.

No, I-I was here, too.
W-we were both here together.

I think you're lying.

(Cho)
Hey, boss, I found something.

Hey. Those are
my personal art supplies.

There's--there's nothing
back there that you need.

Really?

This is an art supply?

My great-grandfather's medal.
Where did you get that?

Back there. It was wrapped
in this. Smells like sterno.

No.

I'm arresting you for
the murder of Elise Vogelsong.

What...
(Handcuffs clicking)

Your client was locked
in a bitter legal dispute

with the victim over
an extended period of time.

Realizing that
he had little or no chance

of winning the suit,

he set about trying
to get rid of her.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

This...

You found an ally in the form
of Dr. Lance Reinhardt,

and together, they started
drugging Elise Vogelsong

in carefully calibrated doses
so that the world around her

would believe that
she was going mad.

I met the man once.
Once.

The murder would look
to the world

like a terrible accident.

Just another in a line

of tragedies
that Elise Vogelsong

had suffered in her life,

and Curtis would inherit
everything.

This is slanderous. What he's
saying is slander, isn't it?

Curtis, please.

It's all very neat, but it is
completely circumstantial.

You presented nothing
but innuendo

and scurrilous gossip.

Except for the fact
that your client

couldn't resist taking
something from the victim--

something that represented
everything she stood for

as a Vogelsong.

The Vogelsong Medal.

No--

Which he wrapped in a doily
taken from the house.

And that doily still has
traces of the sterno

he used to light
his aunt on fire.

Now... it's just a matter
of which one is quickest

to make a deal
and testify against the other.

I'm quite sure
that Dr. Reinhardt

is signing a plea deal
right now,

but if your client's
clever enough,

he might be able to save
his own neck

and just serve life without parole.
Deal. Unh-unh.

I'm innocent. No.

That was planted on me by you
for all I know. I'm innocent.

Well, it's your choice.

Don't move
and don't say a word.

Agent, please.

Give me a minute.

I'm sure I can talk sense
into him.

Don't take the deal
off the table.

Sure. Talk to your client.

They're gonna turn
on each other.

It is gonna be
an open and shut case

by the time we get it
before a judge. (Speaking inaudibly)

Hmm. It all fits.

I'll give you that.
Yeah.

Yeah. A psychological motive
for stealing the medal

is particularly compelling.

But there's something about it
that's not right.

What do you mean?
We've got a killer.

We've got motive,
and we got conclusive evidence.

What more do you need?
I don't know yet.

Oh, you're just being
contrary.

No, I-I swear I'm not.
Hey, Cho.

Hey, boss. Just talked
to the probate judge.

He finally got in touch.

Really? What'd he say?

Well, he said that in discovery,
widespread malfeasance was found

in the running
of the foundation.

What does that mean?
It means that

Elise Vogelsong had run through
her entire inheritance

and was plundering the coffers
of the soldiers' home

to line her own pockets.
In the past few months,

she nearly emptied
the bank accounts.

Elise Vogelsong?
The victim?

The whole matter
was gonna be referred

to the district attorney's
office.

Not only was the ruling
going to be a complete victory

for Curtis Wiley,

but Elise Vogelsong
was going to jail.

So you're telling me
that sweet old lady

that was murdered
was really a liar and a cheat?

Yeah, and soldiers' home
is bankrupt.

And Curtis Wiley
murdered his aunt

for a lawsuit
he was gonna win?

And if he waited a week,

he would've gotten
everything he wanted.

That's horrible.

And I was just gonna take
her ashes down to the boat.

Oh, so that the girl
could scatter them at sea?

That's very kind of you,
Lisbon.

Well, I'm not gonna do it now.

I'm gonna have somebody
call her.

She can come pick 'em up
herself.

Do you mind if I do it?

I-I like the idea of giving
this girl some closure.

Don't tell me you've gotten
sentimental all of a sudden.

Not at all. I just think
it's the right thing to do.

I'll call you when I'm done.

(Blinds clatter, door opens)

(Telephone ringing in distance)

Hey.

How's the, uh,
computer dating thing going?

Great. Yeah. Great.

I haven't met miss right yet,
but, you know,

I'm out there on the prowl,
just... moving on, like we said.

Hmm. That's funny.
There must be some mistake then.

There's several women
out there

who say some guy's
running a scam online

where he pretends to be
a handsome CBI cop

named Wayne Rigsby
and makes dates with women,

and then he doesn't
show up.

It's weird, huh?

Hmm.

That is weird. Uh...
They're by the elevator?

Yeah.
Okay.

Hi, la--oh, wow.
There's five of you.

Um... so I can explain.

Uh...

Wow. I'm--I mean,
I'm--I'm glad that they found

who killed Elise.

It's just...
It's all so sad, you know?

Hmm.

Maybe now Elise
can rest in peace.

Are those the ashes?

Uh, yes. I, uh,
I remember you saying

you wanted to scatter them
at sea,

so I-I brought 'em
with me.

Wow.

Thank you.

Uh, I-I really
appreciate this.

Um, I know this is what
Elise would have wanted.

Sure.

Let's go, shall we?

Oh. What are you doing?

Oh, I always wanted
to take a boat trip,

and this is a particularly
nice boat, isn't it?

You--you know, I don't think
it's a very good idea.

You're very, uh,
inexperienced,

and it can get very dangerous.
Oh, no.

It'll be absolutely fine.

Uh, you got
an emergency kit here.

That's good,

which reminds me,
I should take a little bit

of the old motion sickness
medication

just as a precaution.

There we go,
and one of these.

Marine flare, huh?

Wow.

Okay. You know what?
Um... Cool.

You ever had
to use one of these things?

(Crack, hissing)
Uh-oh.

Uh-oh. Oh! Oh!

Smoke! That's hot!

Calm down.
Aah!

Give me--oh, my God.

Oh! Uh, sorry!

(Water splashes)

(Thud)

Uh, mayday! Girl overboard!

What are you doing?

Uh... help!

Sorry! Sorry!
(Coughs)

Yep.

(Woman coughing)
Hello?

I know you're down there!
(Coughing continues)

Ahh!

Elise Vogelsong, I presume.
(Coughing continues)

And that looks like
the money you stole

from the soldiers' home.
Let's go!

Who are you?
What are you doing on my boat?

My name is Patrick Jane.
He's an agent with the CBI,

and you, my dear,
are under arrest.

Bon voyage.

(Sighs)

(Breath quavers)
I didn't know about the money.

I swear.

And I didn't know she was
gonna hurt anybody.

Somebody did get hurt.

Lissie Calhoun died.

She told me that her family

was trying to get her
put away in a home.

I was just trying
to protect her.

I thought I was doing
the right thing.

But you weren't Cayce,

and now you're an accessory
to murder.

I'm not. I'm n--I'm not.
I-I can't be.

I would never.
You have to believe me.

(Flips pages)

(Sighs)

You know, she was probably
planning to kill you, too?

(Flips pages)

(Mouths words)

You were never getting
off that boat.

I feel really stupid.

What am I gonna do?

Testify.

We'll make a fair deal
for you,

but you have to play straight
with us, okay?

I will.

I promise.

I believe you.

(Door closes)

(Sniffles)

So what if I took
the money?

My grandfather made it.
It was mine by right.

But Curtis wouldn't have
seen it that way, would he?

Curtis?
Nosey little brat, that one.

Ever since he was a child.

And that's why
you contested the codicil.

You didn't want Curtis
on the foundation board.

Him, judging me? Telling me
how to run my foundation,

spend my money?

Oh. Would've been
unendurable.

So you hatched your plan.

You found a doctor
you could blackmail

to get the pills
you needed.

Uh, was Cayce
in on the plan?

I told her that Curtis
and the rest of them

were plotting against me,

that it was the only way
I could escape.

And she was already convinced
that I was the mother

she never had. Hmm.

Girls like that
are so naive and foolish.

Oh.

And what about
Lissie Calhoun?

Was she
naive and foolish also?

That was
an unfortunate necessity.

But the woman
was a tortured soul.

What I did
was an act of mercy.

And, uh...
(Match strikes)

I made sure that her death
was a peaceful one.

(Flame whooshes)

You certainly did.

Overdosing her on barbiturates
and burning her to ash--

that is a peaceful way
to go.

Then all that was left was
sending Cayce to Las Vegas

to rent a room with
the dead woman's credit card

and planting evidence
on your nephew.

Yeah. (Chuckles)

That was rather fun.

Even if it did mean
having to enter

that tacky little shop
of theirs.

Curtis had been eyeing
grandfather's medals

since he was a boy.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

(Elevator bell dings)

(Button clicks)

Thank you, Mr. Jane. Thank you
for saving my husband,

despite your colleague's
best efforts to imprison him.

Oh.

Ah. (Chuckles nervously)

You can, uh, thank me

by forgiving my colleague,
Agent Lisbon,

and keeping
the old soldier's home open.

Oh, don't worry.
Soldiers' home will stay open

as long as there are
veterans who need it.

(Elevator bell dings,
doors open)

And we forgive you,
Agent Lisbon.

Thanks.

Bye.

(Whispers) Bye.

What?

We followed the evidence.

You--you did.
You... followed the evidence.

(Chuckles)

Okay. Okay, I was wrong.

Hmm.

But we followed
the evidence.

You know what gave me
second thoughts

about Elise Vogelsong?

She read too many
murder mystery novels.

There you go.
That's not police work.

That's guessing.

You should try it sometime.

Now I'm gonna pursue Red John.
Ciao.

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