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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...