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(Bell tolling)

Darrin Farr. Chief of police.

Welcome. You Agent Lisbon?

Yeah. This is Patrick Jane. Hey!

Uh, thanks for coming.

I've never called in CBI before.

Interested to see your work.

Really? Uh...

Okay, uh, victim's name is Lucy Greene.

She was killed last night around 11:00.

Throat was slit.

Charming.

She had an army I.D. on her.

Says she's active duty.

Corporal. Probably stationed at Fort Runyon.

That's about 2 miles from here, right?

Yeah. Soldiers from the base come into town all the time.

Uh, if the coroner's not here,

how did you know the time of death?

The 9-1-1 call came in at 11:00.

Fella said that a woman had just been killed

across the street from the church.

The caller give his name?

No. Uh, operator asked him to wait

while she dispatched the car.

When she got back on the line, he was gone.

Hmm.

(Trucks approach)

What's that?

The army.

I figured that.

Chief Farr?

Yeah? Lieutenant Averill Lewis,

Bravo company, second platoon.

Thanks for notifying us.

Oh, damn.

All right, chief, we'll take the case from here.

These men are from our criminal investigation division.

If your officers will let them have the crime scene?

Um, Lieutenant? I'm Agent Lisbon with the CBI.

Uh, we're handling this.

Ma'am, all due respect,

Corporal Greene was a medic in my platoon.

This is our responsibility.

I understand why you would feel that way,

but this is our case.

Chief Farr, regs make this your call, right?

(Exhales) Well, I kind of expected your agency

to send more than two people.

Our staff is on its way.

Our team is here, Chief.

They've closed homicides on four continents.

That's a good slogan. Four continents.

What, these guys?

They look like they never left Salt Lake City.

Who are you?

Me? I'm with her.

Uh, Lisbon, you used to play clarinet, right?

What is that tune?

(Patrick) Hmm?

Yeah.

Oh.

It's "Kansas City."

"Kansas City."

How does that go?

(Lisbon) You know...

(Humming tune to "Kansas City")

♪ Goin' to Kansas City

♪ Kansas City, here I come Oh. ♪ here I come

♪ they got some crazy little women there ♪ ♪ they got some crazy little women there ♪

♪ and I'm gonna... ♪ and I'm gonna get me...

♪ Me... one she's very good. That's very good.

Good. "Kansas City." It's a classic blues tune.

Uh, she's a fan of the blues.

Is there a blues club around here?

Cat's Blues bar. It's a couple blocks away.

Well, that's where she was. Or not.

Take a look at her left hand.

I'm looking.

If you looked a little closer than you're looking,

you would see a slight discoloration.

It's not easy to see,

but if you put that hand under a U.V. light,

you would clearly see a small

but stylized picture of a pink cat

stamped on that hand.

Just like the ones they use at the door of bars and clubs.

Hence Cat's Blues bar. Thank you.

Lieutenant, I think we can handle this.

Looks that way to me.

If that's your decision.

Let's go. (Patrick) Okay.

♪ They got some crazy little women there... ♪

All right. Stop that now.

Army of two. Mm.

What do we know about Lucy Greene?

She was born and raised in New Jersey.

Her parents still live there.

Talked to them. They were pretty shook up.

Said she seemed pretty happy the last time they spoke.

She joined the army after 9/11.

Came back from Afghanistan

with her unit about two months ago

and received an army commendation.

What for?

She stabilized two wounded soldiers

and hid them from insurgents until they could be evac'd.

She was a good soldier.

Sounds like it.

Uh, what about the mystery 9-1-1 caller?

Well, the phone records confirm that the call

came from a pay phone near where the body was found.

Supposed to get a recording of the call later on today.

E-mail it to me. Okay.

Did the victim have any close friends?

Yeah. Her, uh, emergency contact is another medic in the platoon.

Rose Sutfin.

Jane and I will go talk to her.

Go to town, check out the bar she was drinking at.

Who's our liaison at Fort Runyon?

Lieutenant Lewis.

Great.

(Helicopter whirring, men shout indistinctly)

(Lewis) Corporal Greene worked at the hospital.

Most of the medics work there in some capacity.

Look, I want you to know there are no hard feelings

about the disposition of the case,

but I'd appreciate being informed of any developments.

We'll do our best.

How well did you know Lucy?

Not well. I only assumed command of the platoon a few months ago.

Corporal Sutfin is doing inventory in here.

Thank you.

This your first significant command?

Yes. It shows, does it?

Ah, just a little.

(Lewis) Corporal Sutfin.

Sir. Ma'am.

At ease, Corporal.

These are the investigators I spoke with you about.

You'll assist them with anything they ask.

Yes, sir.

Uh, which is Lucy's locker?

Number 116. (Door closes)

Yeah?

There. I had maintenance open it for you.

Ah, thank you.

(Lisbon) How long had you known Lucy?

A couple of years.

Since my first tour in Afghanistan.

What was she like?

Smart. Real disciplined.

Lucy didn't have to learn from mistakes.

Hmm. She didn't make them.

Well, discipline always comes with a price.

What did she have trouble with?

People, I guess.

Guys in the unit, mostly.

She'd be the first to tell you

she was O.C.D. about the rules.

Real detail-oriented.

She'd point out if you messed up,

and that doesn't go down well. Especially with guys.

You defended her?

I tried to.

She looked out for me.

Anything unusual happen recently?

Um... someone was sending her flowers.

Someone at the clinic.

She wouldn't say who it was,

and I think she was a little weirded out.

What clinic?

The T.B.I. and psychological health clinic.

When she wasn't here, she worked there.

You should talk to Dr. Bowman.

Her was her supervisor. (Cell phone rings)

Excuse me. Mm.

Is that it?

Oh, pretty much.

Uh, you know, unless you wanna talk about that other thing.

What's that?

The thing that you didn't want me to ask you about.

I don't know what that is.

Well, neither do I.

Nice to meet you, Rose.

Rigsby just sent over a copy of the 9-1-1 call.

Listen to this.

(Beeps)

(Man) Medic... I need a medic, ASAP.

Lucy's hurt.

(Woman) Calm down, sir. Where are you?

Uh, I'm... uh, I'm on Wyoga Lake Avenue.

Uh, 20 meters north of the church--

the St. Sebastian.

Somebody just cut her throat. There's blood all over.

Sir, I need you to hold a moment

while I dispatch a car. Will you do that?

Yeah. I'll wait.

Thank you, sir.

(Clicks) Hello, sir?

Now can you tell me your name?

Hello? Are you there?

(Beeps)

He knows her well enough to call her "Lucy"

and he's very worried about her.

But then it seems like he just walks away.

It's weird, isn't it?

Hmm.

"ASAP." "20 meters".

he's a soldier.

(Woman) We don't open till 6:30.

(Cho) CBI.

Well, then we're open.

Was this woman here last night?

Yeah. Louise.

No... Lucy.

What'd she do?

She was murdered.

Get out. Seriously? Murdered?

Yes.

Yeah. She's here two, three times a week.

She loves the music.

Did she come with anyone?

No. Comes by herself.

She did get in an argument with these soldiers.

They were hassling her.

Couldn't tell you what it was about.

Now, these other soldiers--

you know their names?

Nope. They were in the Night Wolves unit.

Had the patch on their clothes.

That's her unit. Her own people were hassling her?

Yeah. Well, it wouldn't surprise me.

The Night Wolves guys are trouble.

Take after their sergeant.

You know his name?

Yeah.

Hawkins. Sergeant Hawkins.

(Men shout indistinctly)

Sergeant Hawkins?

Yes, sir, I am.

Kimball Cho. CBI.

A word in private?

Is this about Greene?

Yes. What can you tell me about her?

Outstanding soldier.

Vital part of the platoon.

It's a... tragedy.

How'd she get along with the rest of the squad?

No problems.

She have any enemies?

Enemies? No.

I mean, people fight.

In my unit, we work it out and put it behind us.

I don't let bad feelings fester.

It takes a unit apart.

Do you know why Lucy was arguing

with some squad mates last night?

That's the first I've heard.

A witness says some of your men

were arguing with Corporal Greene

at a bar last night.

Maybe they are mistaken.

I don't think so.

I'm gonna have to talk to your men.

You be my guest, Agent Cho.

You be my guest.

Dr. Bowman?

Yes?

Teresa Lisbon. Patrick Jane.

We're looking into the death of Lucy Greene.

Oh, of course.

Have a seat, please.

It's terrible.

On top of everything else,

Lucy's death's been a real blow to the program.

She was a tremendous asset.

What's the program?

We treat returning soldiers for T.B.I.--

traumatic brain injury.

And other mental health issues that result from combat.

Must be busy.

Unfortunately, yes.

There are a lot of people returning home

with serious problems.

And even minor T.B.I. can produce sleep deprivation,

emotional issues, memory impairment.

What did Lucy do? She was a battle buddy--

a medic, uh, paired with one patient

for the course of treatment.

She was great at it. Very detail-oriented,

but also a huge heart.

Hmm. So you must have fought with her. Did you?

Why do you say that?

Well, you're a man who's used to being obeyed,

and she wasn't afraid to speak her mind.

There must have been some fireworks.

No. We disagreed sometimes. That happens.

Hmm.

Well, I imagine you've been under a great deal of stress

since the divorce?

How do you know I'm divorced?

Well, there's a... number of signs.

I mean, the obvious is, uh, the overuse of cologne.

You could probably afford to be a little less liberal with that.

Making my eyes water. (Chuckles)

Well... thanks for the tip.

Uh, it's been a little over a year.

I'm doing quite fine, actually, thanks for asking.

Mm, good. Great.

(Woman over P.A.) Code Red in building 21A.

Code Red in building 21A.

Emergency personnel, please respond.

Uh, what's a Code Red?

A fire.

It--it's in another building.

The medics on duty in the hospital

act as the base's E.M.T.s,

so they make an announcement in here.

Is--is there anything else?

Because, uh, I have patients to see.

(Man) Doc? A little help?

Speech and memory class.

Down the hall left, and left again.

Want someone to go with you?

I got it. Thanks.

Memory impairment?

Short-term memory's a real problem.

Things they've seen or heard just drop out.

If you'll excuse me. Sure.

Well, come on.

Why? Where?

Our 9-1-1 caller may not have run away from the phone.

He may have forgotten about it. Let's go.

(Woman) So we're gonna do an association exercise

using the cards that you found on your chairs.

It's all about making connection.

Re-educating the brain to put things together.

If I were to show you a picture like this one,

I want you to show me the picture from your cards...

(Knock) That matches or--

Yes? Uh, sorry for the interruption.

I'm Patrick Jane, this is Teresa Lisbon.

We're with the CBI.

We're investigating the murder of Lucy Greene.

And how can we help you?

We have a recording made the night of the murder.

Does anyone recognize this voice?

(Beeps) (Man) Uh, I'm... Uh, I'm on Wyoga Lake Avenue...

Uh, 20 meters north of the church--

the St. Sebastian.

Somebody just cut her throat. There's blood all over.

(Woman) Sir, I need you to hold a moment

while I dispatch a car. Will you do that?

Yeah. (Beeps)

That's my voice. That's me.

What's your name?

Pete Coen.

I don't remember any of that.

Pete, we need to talk to you.

Could you come with me, please?

Uh, yeah, guess.

Yeah, that's fine, Pete.

Okay.

Uh...

Thank you.

All of you.

Very much.

(Man) I'll wait.

(Woman) Thank you, sir.

(Clicks) Hello, sir?

Now can you tell me your name?

Hello?

Hello? Are you there?

(Beeps)

You forgot why you were there,

and you just walked away.

Sounds like something I'd do.

We found a date-stamped receipt

from a taco truck in your wallet.

It parks down the street from the crime scene.

It's dated from the night of the killing.

What were you doing in town?

Uh, walking. When--when I can't sleep, I go on walks.

The church is 2 miles from the base.

I've got nothing else to do, ma'am.

I like that church. I like the bells.

Can you remember anything that happened that night?

Uh...

No.

I'm sorry.

Well, what can you remember, generally?

Uh, before the explosion's pretty good.

After that...

And when was the... the explosion?

11 months ago in AFFA.

My squad was patrolling Khost.

I got out of a Humvee to eyeball an intersection.

I waved them through.

And they went right over an I.E.D.

I woke up three days later

in a hospital in Germany.

The other guys...

They...

Now...

My memory is... gone.

I can't sleep.

I... get angry and sad and I have no idea why.

(Cell phone chiming)

Is that to remind you?

Yeah. (Beeps)

"Take meds",

which, of course, I didn't remember.

Government gave it to me.

Um... I'm supposed to...

supposed to carry it with me everywhere that I go.

Uh, I have to write down everything

that I'm supposed to do.

I have to write down everything that I remember,

even if it's in the middle of the night.

Like that helps.

It's useless.

Do you have a, uh, reminder in here

to buy Lucy some flowers?

How'd you know I did that?

Oh, your voice on the 9-1-1 call

sounded like you're a little more than just friends.

Oh.

I spent a lot of time with Lucy in the hospital.

(P.D.A. snaps shut) She was always really nice.

You start to think...

maybe there could be something more, you know?

And...

She was nice about the whole thing,

but I think more embarrassed than anything.

Did Lucy make you angry?

Uh, I mean... Mr.--

sorry.

(Door closes)

Did she? Make you angry?

Did who make me angry?

Lucy?

Lucy Greene?

Why--why are we talking about Lucy Greene?

Did she... is she okay?

Lucy's dead. She was murdered.

What?

Do you think there's a chance

he'll remember anything from that night?

Maybe. I-I don't know.

What time did the 9-1-1 call come in?

Little bit after 11:00.

Taco.

Hmm.

I need to go back to the crime scene.

Why?

Well, I want a taco.

(Exhales)

Excuse me.

Where does the taco truck park?

Uh, down that way.

Won't be here for a few hours, though.

Ah. Well, I guess I'll have to wait.

Gardenias.

(Inhales) Mmm. My favorite.

(Yawns)

(Groans)

Could Pete have killed her and forgot he did it?

It's not impossible. Go to the hospital

and see if anybody saw him come back that night.

What condition he was in, if he said anything.

And search his room. He agreed to it.

Sure. Rigsby...

He may forget who you are or why you're there.

Just explain what's going on gently.

I got it.

Where are we with Lucy's unit?

Everyone in the platoon agrees with Hawkins.

Lucy was great. Nobody had a problem with her.

You think the waitress misunderstood

what was going on that night,

or are they lying?

No. They're lying.

The hospital sent over a list

of patients Lucy worked with.

The most recent one was a guy named Jacob Lettner.

See what he has to say. Sure.

What exactly did Lucy do for you, Jacob?

She helped me, uh,

keep track of medications and appointments,

kept copies of my paperwork.

When things got difficult,

she talked me down off the ledge. Like that.

Sounds like you were close.

Yeah. We, uh... we weren't dating or anything,

but... I liked her.

When's the last time you saw her?

Well, I was almost done with the program,

so I was only seeing her once a week.

Six days ago, I guess.

How'd she seem?

Fine.

Did she mention any problems with the people in her unit?

Come here.

(Printer buzzing, register beeping)

She, uh... she asked me not to tell anyone about this.

Like, begged me.

If Lucy had a problem with somebody, we need to know.

Couple of weeks ago, she was really upset...

crying, which she never did.

She told me she had filed

a sexual harassment report anonymously

against someone in the platoon.

Somehow, some of the guys found out,

and they were giving her crap about it.

What kind of crap?

Just... you know, stupid stuff--mean.

Who did she file the claim against?

She wouldn't say.

Well, who in the unit was giving her trouble?

I... I don't know names. A lot of them.

Sergeant Hawkins, you lied.

Not true.

You said Lucy had no problems with the squad,

but you knew she was being punished

because she filed a sexual harassment complaint.

I knew no such thing.

I had no idea who filed that complaint.

Now, I was told by the Inspector General's office

that an anonymous complaint had been filed

against a soldier in the platoon.

I investigated that accusation thoroughly.

How'd you do that?

I questioned every man and woman in the unit.

Not one said they had seen or experienced any misconduct.

No witnesses, no intended victim,

no investigation, so I closed it.

You knew some men were harassing Lucy

for making the accusation.

If they were, I never heard a word about it,

and she never said a thing.

She didn't have to. It's your unit.

It's your job to know what's going on.

But you thought Lucy had become a troublemaker,

didn't you?

You were hoping the backlash would convince her to transfer.

Is there a question there?

Who was the original harassment complaint against?

I won't tell you that.

You don't get to choose which questions you answer.

No? Well, you do whatever you like.

'Cause I'm not draggin'

a good officer's name through the mud

so that you can go fishing.

Any chance holding Hawkins will change his mind?

No.

Kick him loose, then.

Something seems off here.

What?

Everybody says that Lucy was a stickler for the rules,

that she had no problem speaking up for herself.

But she gets harassed, and she makes an anonymous complaint?

And when the unit gives her a hard time about it,

she doesn't say anything?

That doesn't sound like her.

Well, she told Lettner she filed the complaint.

Why would she lie?

Maybe she wanted people to think she filed it

because she was protecting someone else.

With your permission, ma'am...

What's this about?

Rose, some people in the unit think that Lucy filed

an anonymous sexual harassment complaint.

I think she was taking the heat for somebody else.

Am I right?

Does this have something to do with why Lucy was killed?

It might. I don't know yet.

Was she covering for you, Rose?

Yes.

There's a hotline I called about four weeks ago.

Please, don't tell my unit.

Please.

You had to have known an anonymous accusation

was not gonna do much.

I-I guess I hoped that when the investigation started,

other people would come forward,

so it wouldn't be just me.

But that didn't happen.

And when Hawkins started the investigation,

people assumed it was Lucy?

Because she was so hardcore about the rules.

She said it was okay, that she could take it.

But...

I saw how much it hurt her.

I just wanted the whole thing to go away.

So... when Hawkins questioned me,

I... I said I didn't know anything about it.

Rose...

Who did you name in the complaint?

Who harassed you?

I-I can't talk about it. It's against regs.

Hawkins told Cho that he didn't want

to drag an officer's name through the mud.

An officer, not a soldier.

It was Lewis, wasn't it?

Lewis harassed you.

I didn't--I didn't say that. I'm not saying that.

Rose... Ma'am, I'd like to leave now.

May I?

I can't stop you.

Thanks.

(Cell phone rings)

(Beeps) What's up, Rigsby?

I searched Pete's room. Didn't find anything.

His clothes had been taken for washing,

so I tracked 'em down in the laundry.

And?

Found a jacket. There's bloodstains on it.

Pete is my patient, and, uh, very fragile.

Do you really need to talk with him again tonight?

I do.

Well, please keep the questions short and simple.

Last thing Pete needs is more stress.

Pete?

Put on your shoes. We're gonna go out.

Oh, sure. I'd like that.

(Cell phone vibrating)

(Beeps)

(Lowered voice) What is it, Jane?

Uh, Lisbon--could you bring Pete Coen

to St. Sebastian church in, uh... (Bell tolling)

Uh, a little under an hour?

We found blood on his clothes.

I have to take him to the office for a talk.

Uh, won't do you any good.

You have a better idea? I'll see you

in a little under an hour. Be prompt.

(Snaps shut)

(Engine turns off)

Jane, what's up?

We're gonna try to restore Pete's memory.

Well, a piece of it, at least.

How could you do that?

Ah, well, I'll explain. But first...

Oh, gracias, señor.

Taco?

Sure, thanks.

Lisbon, you hungry? No, thank you.

Okay.

Uh, a memory can be brought back by, uh, a word or an image,

but the best tools for digging one out

are the senses-- smell, hearing, taste.

So I'm eating a taco

because I ate one the night Lucy died?

That's right. Taste is first.

Second, coming from the taco truck,

you would have walked right by

these beautifully fragrant gardenias.

(Inhales)

Okay. I smell it, but it's not doing anything.

Then, right before the murder,

you heard a very distinctive sound.

And you will hear it...

What sound? Wait for it.

(Bell tolling)

This is really-- Shh.

Pete?

I remember.

(Bell tolling)

Don't force the memory. Just--just let it come.

I was here.

Just walking. I heard a sound. (Clattering)

(Bell tolling)

(Gasping)

(Gasping and choking)

Hey!

I couldn't see anything.

By the time my eyes adjusted, the guy was gone.

And Lucy...

It's difficult, I know.

It's very important to continue.

I tried to talk to her.

Stay here. Stay here. Stay with me.

But her throat... Stay with me.

(Gasping)

She just kept squeezing my hand.

(Gasping)

Do you remember anything about her killer?

His race? His height? His clothing? Anything?

I can't talk right now.

Pete, I need your attention.

I need to write this down.

So I don't forget.

It doesn't eliminate him as a suspect.

He could be lying.

Fine. He's not a suspect.

What else do we have?

Well, Rigsby's got Lucy's phone records.

He's going through them.

I think we should go after Lewis.

We don't have anything on him.

Well, he harassed Rose.

Maybe Lucy threatened him.

Told him that she would have the investigation reopened.

Maybe.

I agree with Cho.

Man is begging for some thumbscrews.

You're seriously asking me where I was

when Corporal Greene was killed?

Answer the question.

Why?

You were accused of sexual harassment.

Lucy Greene knew the victim. That made her dangerous to you.

No, it didn't.

Are you refusing to answer the question?

The army, in its infinite wisdom,

permits the anonymous reporting of sexual harassment.

Which means any nut or idiot with an attitude

can make trouble free of charge.

Some malcontent made a wild accusation.

It was investigated, nothing was found,

there was no victim.

I didn't do anything.

You still haven't told me where you were

when Lucy Greene was killed.

And we checked with the front gate at the base.

They said you left in a hurry that day.

I was late.

Getting to a surprise party for the base commander's wife.

I was there until after midnight.

About 30 people saw me there.

Do you have any other questions?

(Police radio chatter)

Base commander's X.O. confirms

Lewis was at his house until midnight.

Couldn't have done it.

We're a little light on suspects.

I may have something.

Telephone records say Jacob Lettner

made a bunch of phone calls to Lucy the day she was murdered.

Well, Lettner told me he hadn't spoken to Lucy

in almost a week. We better bring him in.

I'll go. Someone I need to see.

Okay.

(Exhales) (Men shouting in distance)

Hey.

More questions, huh?

Well, you got stamina. I'll give you that.

No questions.

Your men were wrong about Lucy.

She didn't file the sexual harassment charge.

She was protecting the person who did.

Well, that's too bad. (Chamber clicks)

But it doesn't change anything.

It should.

Reopen the investigation.

If you don't, you're letting Lewis off the hook.

Reopen the investigation?

Yeah, yeah, I'll do that.

Why not?

There's no evidence.

He's a lieutenant.

Do you know how fast he could have a foot up my ass?

All right. I'm done here.

Talk to Rose.

Sutfin? Just talk to her.

I already did. She said she didn't know boo about Lewis.

She was scared. Tell her you'll protect her.

It's not my job to hold anybody's hand.

You don't have to.

Just don't abandon her like you abandoned Lucy.

I didn't abandon anybody.

You keep telling yourself that.

But the next time you ask someone in this unit

to watch your back, he might remember how you watched hers.

Jacob, tell us again about the last time you saw Lucy.

Like I--like I said, it was-- it was more than a week ago.

We know that you spoke to her on the phone

several times a day before she died.

You're right.

You're right. I'm sorry. I forgot.

No, you didn't.

If you want to avoid getting into trouble,

stop lying and tell us the truth now.

It was nothing.

It was nothing. It was about my meds.

Well, what about them?

I'm about to finish the program.

Move out on my own.

But Lucy had to certify that I was capable, you know,

that I could take care of myself.

Keeping on top of your meds.

Yeah.

But that morning,

Lucy told me I'd messed up one of them,

taken too little, and I hadn't.

So I told her she made a mistake,

which in Lucy's mind is...

(Chuckles) It's, like, impossible.

Little miss detail.

So we went a few rounds on the phone,

but she finally agreed to double-check

the prescription records.

Why didn't you tell us about this earlier?

Because if they think I messed up my meds,

they won't let me live on my own.

It's wrong.

Look, I'm...

I'm ready.

I am.

Rigsby just talked to Jacob's boss at the P.X.

He was doing inventory the night of the murder.

This case is nothing but dead ends.

Yeah, not necessarily. Do you have a padlock?

A padlock? Yeah. A lock with a key.

I know what a padlock is, and, no,

I do not have a padlock. Thank you. I'll ask the janitor.

(Knock on door)

Come in.

Hey.

Mr. Jane.

Is something wrong?

Oh, no, I just had something to do downstairs.

I thought I'd stop by. They're nice drawings.

(Chuckles) Oh, thanks.

Wow.

I know you have trouble sleeping. I, uh...

I know a technique that may be helpful.

What kind of technique?

Ah, it's just, uh, mild hypnosis.

Just helps you relax.

What do I have to do?

Lie down and listen.

Uh...

Sure.

Uh, I could really use some sleep.

All right, well, just lie down.

Okay.

Close your eyes. (Exhales)

Breathe.

Fill your mind with all those thoughts

that keep you awake.

Let them crowd around behind your eyes.

Good.

Now I want you to paint them black.

Each one of them.

Dark and heavy.

All the same color.

Each one is getting softer...

and heavier.

And quiet...

and peaceful.

And quiet...

and peaceful.

(Indistinct conversations)

You reach everyone? Yep.

Good. (Dials)

Rigsby, we're a go in five minutes.

T-minus 5 minutes.

(Phone snaps shut) Yep.

What's this about?

Well, we learned of some evidence this morning

we need your help with. Our help?

What evidence?

Why don't we have Pete tell us?

He's the one who found it.

Hey, what's up, Pete?

I remembered something last night.

I found it on my P.D.A. this morning.

I must have woken up in the middle of the night

and written it down. What did you remember?

Um...

When Lucy took my hand, she gave me a key.

A key?

I guess that's why she was grabbing my hands,

so I searched my room, and I found...

This.

Can I see that?

Yes, ma'am.

Does this mean anything to anybody?

No. Not me.

It looks like a medic's locker key,

but 107's not Lucy's locker.

Why would she have another locker?

Hide something.

Well, maybe Lucy found something incriminating,

decided to store it in the locker,

and then she was killed for it.

That's why she gave the key to Pete.

Lewis, can we search the locker?

Sure. With a warrant.

Oh, come on. It's my duty to go by the book.

You need a warrant. (Scoffs)

It'll take me 20 minutes to get one.

(Exhales)

Ah, Lewis.

(Chuckles)

Such a stickler. (Sighing)

(Indistinct conversations and laughter)

(Alarm buzzing loudly)

(Chuckles)

(Footsteps approaching)

It's just gonna be a little while longer.

(Woman over P.A.) Code Red in building 17D.

Code Red in building 17D.

All emergency personnel respond immediately.

That's me. Uh, sorry.

Okay, well, thank you all for your help.

We'll let you know what we find.

(Woman over P.A.) Code Red in building 17D.

Code Red in building 17D.

All emergency personnel respond immediately.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

Hey, Doc. What are you doin'?

Uh...

I, uh...

Um...

(Mocking) "Eh, uh, uh..."

You're a silver-tongued devil.

(Sighs)

We found a significant number

of cash deposits in your account.

You were writing fake prescriptions

and selling the drugs under the table for cash.

That's what Lucy found when she looked into

Jacob's prescription records.

Are you divorced, Agent?

No.

You have no idea how expensive it is.

I'm paying legal fees, alimony, child support...

And all so the lying bitch can be supported

in the manner to which she's accustomed.

What about the manner to which I'm accustomed?

What about my lifestyle?

And dating isn't cheap.

Really?

Lucy came to me.

(Exhales) The diligent fool.

Said she found some serious problems

with the prescriptions.

No idea I was behind it, but...

She's all gung ho to launch a big investigation.

That's how she was.

(Rattling, thunder rumbles)

She said she was going to the blues club that night,

so...

I waited down the street.

Lucy?

Doctor? Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Uh... there's a man hurt back here.

Come and help me.

Uh, okay. Sure.

(Thunderclap) Only took a second.

(Grunts)

(Blade slices) (Gasps)

(Gasping and choking)

Takes about a minute to bleed to death,

so I waited.

(Gasping and shuddering)

Hey!

(Bowman) He was blinded for a moment.

(Thunderclap) This is not my fault.

If my ex-wife had just agreed to a reasonable settlement,

none of this would have happened.

Oh, well...

look on the the bright side.

In prison, you won't have to pay for dates.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Helicopter blades whirring overhead)

What are you doing here?

Just watching. Excuse me?

Lieutenant Lewis.

I need to speak with you.

Later, Sergeant Hawkins. I'm busy.

No, sir.

We need to do this ASAP.

It's regarding a code violation.

(Door opens)

Are you serious?

Sir, we have to go now.

Hawkins.

(Police radio chatter)

I got your message, Mr. Jane. Oh...

(Exhales) I'm sorry. No, it's--

no. It's good. Uh... good.

Pete, thank you for coming by.

Uh, I just--I wanted to, uh, apologize

for tricking you without asking.

The gag wouldn't have worked without it.

Sorry.

You got the guy who killed Lucy.

That's good enough for me.

Uh, I'm... actually here

about that other thing.

Do you really think you could help restore my memory?

Well, I-I do have a tool that could be very useful.

Have a seat.

All right.

(Clears throat)

It's called a memory palace.

It's basically a place to connect memories to.

You said I would need the image of a place

I knew really well. Yes, that's right.

I think I got one.

Uh...

These are my buddies from Khost.

(Sniffles) This picture was taken in our tent

about two weeks before.

I spent...

(Voice breaking) I spent 14 months

in that tent with those guys.

I know every inch of it.

Good.

Who was the first person you saw

when you woke up in the morning?

Um... Ford.

Uh, Danny Ford.

Lazy bastard's always sleeping in.

He could sleep right through a firefight.

Okay. Here's how it works.

Well, let's say you need to remember

a dentist's appointment, Monday, 10:00 a.m.

I want you to imagine seeing Danny

holding something ridiculous

that makes you think of a dentist.

Like what, a giant tooth?

Exactly.

Now who was in the bunk right next to Danny?

Because they're gonna help you recall the day.

Vasquez is. Okay. Can you imagine...

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