All language subtitles for The.Mentalist.S02E15.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(man)
WELCOME TO THE 23rd ANNUAL

WESTING RESORT
BEST CHEF CHALLENGE.

I'M BERTRAM DUESTERBERG,
YOUR HOST.

OUR COMPETING CHEFS ARE--

FIRST, FROM RESTAURANT 182
IN SONOMA...
SALT!

THE YOUNGEST WINNER EVER
OF THE SCHILLING PALM d'CUISINE,

CHEF HANNAH DIAZ.

FROM SAN FRANCISCO,
WHERE THEY HOST

THE ACCLAIMED PUBLIC RADIO SHOW
"TWO TOP,"

CHEFS
ARLISS AND JULIA ST. GERMAIN.

(man) HURRY UP, PEOPLE.

JEFF,
DO YOU WANT THE MOUSSE?

JEFF?
YEAH, YEAH.

TRAINED IN PARIS,

HE IS EXECUTIVE CHEF
AT LA PETITE MAISON,

CHEF ADRIEN LUDO!
(applause)

WHERE'S MY CHIVES?
LET'S GO, PEOPLE!

AND FIRST UP
BEFORE OUR JUDGES TODAY...

OKAY, LET'S MOVE!

COME ON, GO, GO!
(man) HURRY UP, PEOPLE.

JEFFREY BARGE.

THANK YOU.

(swallows and exhales deeply)

MY... (clears throat)

MY FIRST...

DISH TODAY... IS...
(exhales deeply)

IS, UH...

(thud)

(audience murmuring)

(woman) HE'S NOT BREATHING.
(woman) ARE YOU SURE?

(woman) HE'S NOT BREATHING.
IS THERE A DOCTOR
IN HOUSE, PLEASE?

(voice fading)
SOMEBODY CALL 9-1-1!
(woman) JEFFREY!

JEFFREY! SOMEBODY!

JEFFREY, SAY SOMETHING!
(sirens wailing in distance)

CAN YOU HEAR ME? JEFFREY?

(siren wailing grows louder)

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

(car door opens)

ANYTHING
FROM THE DEPUTY CORONER?
(car door slams)

JUST THAT HE CAN'T TELL US
ANYTHING YET.
TELL HIM WE NEED TO KNOW.

IF THIS GUY DIED
OF NATURAL CAUSES,

WE'RE GOING HOME.
WHY SO GRUMPY?

I'M NOT.
WHY ARE WE HERE? WE DON'T
EVEN KNOW IF IT'S A MURDER.

ONE OF THE CHEFS CALLED
HER DADDY WHO'S A STATE SENATOR,

WHO CALLED THE A.G.,
WHO CALLED THE ASSISTANT A.G.,

WHO CALLED ME. SO WE'RE HERE.
I HATE POLITICS.
THIS MIGHT GO QUICK.

VICTIM HAD A FISTFIGHT
WITH THE EVENT ORGANIZER.
HAPPY DAYS.

(Bertram)
I WANT TO BE VERY CLEAR.

WHAT HAPPENED WAS
SHEEREST ACCIDENT.

I DID NOTHING WRONG.

LET'S JUST STICK TO THE FACTS,
MR. DUESTERBERG.

YOU SAID YOU HAD A FIGHT
WITH THE VICTIM. ABOUT WHAT?

TRUFFLES.
TRUFFLES?

YES. THEY--
THEY'RE VERY PRICEY FUNGUS.

I KNOW WHAT A TRUFFLE IS.

UH, JEFFREY ORDERED A BUNDLE
AND HE PAID FOR THEM HIMSELF.

A FEW HOURS
BEFORE THE COMPETITION,

HE COULDN'T FIND THEM.

HE DEMANDED REPLACEMENTS,
WHICH WOULD HAVE COST THOUSANDS.

I SAID NO. HE STARTED YELLING
AND THEN SHOVING.

NATURALLY, I DEFENDED MYSELF.
VERY GENTLY, OF COURSE.

AND THEN HE... FELL ON HIS HEAD?
SOMETHING LIKE THAT?

IT'S AS I SAID IT WA--
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
OH, WE'LL SEE.

JEFFREY SOUNDS LIKE A SCRAPPER.
QUICK WITH HIS FISTS?

NO, NOT REALLY. HE WAS--
HE WAS A GENIUS.

GENIUS CAN BE NOISY.

BUT HE--HE'S NEVER
LAID HANDS ON ME BEFORE.

GENIUS, REALLY?

HMM.

(sniffs and clears throat)

HEY, IS HE GOOD FOR IT?
NOT SURE YET. WHAT'S THAT?

I DON'T KNOW. SOME HORS D'OEUVRE
THING THEY'RE HANDING OUT.

WANT ONE?
NO, THANKS. I DON'T EAT
ANYTHING I CAN'T IDENTIFY.

HMM.
EXCUSE ME.
IS THIS THE VICTIM'S DISH?

YES.

MMM.

MNH-MNH. (grunts)

(mouth full) EXCUSE ME.

(clears throat)

(grunts)

PARDON.

NO GENIUS THERE.
WAY TOO MUCH SALT.

HMM.

DR. STEINER.
HMM?

LONG TIME.
NEW THREADS. SHARP.

YES. THE MOVE FROM SACRAMENTO
HAS BEEN QUITE PLEASANT.

FINE WINE, LOVELY WEATHER,
NO PATRICK JANE... (grunts)

OR SO I HOPED.

CHEEKY.
HAVE YOU CHECKED HIS MOUTH?

FOR A POSSIBLE HEAD INJURY?
I DON'T THINK SO.

DON'T BE ALARMED,
I AM GOING TO TOUCH YOU.

MR. JANE, PLEASE,
I AM IN THE-- (grunts)

YUCK. LISBON!

EXCUSE ME.

WHAT--WHAT MADE YOU THINK
TO LOOK THERE?

WELL, BAD-TASTING FOOD
MEANS BAD TASTE BUDS.

SO MUCH FOR THE HEAD WOUND.
(Patrick) MM.

DUESTERBERG'S OFF THE HOOK.
HE DIDN'T DIE FROM A FALL.

LET'S HUDDLE TOGETHER,
DIVVY UP THE INTERVIEWS.
WHAT DID KILL HIM?

POISON.

(gags)

DEPUTY CORONER SAYS THAT
THE POISON IS PROBABLY RICIN.

VICTIM EITHER
ATE IT OR DRANK IT.
WELL, IT MAKES SENSE.

IF IT WAS AIRBORNE, PEOPLE
WOULD BE DROPPING LIKE FLIES.
AND RICIN'S EASY ENOUGH TO MAKE.
GRIND UP SOME CASTOR BEANS.

MAKES FOR
A BROAD SUSPECT POOL.
THEY TESTED THE VICTIM'S FOOD.

THERE'S NO SIGN OF IT THERE
OR IN THE KITCHEN.
AND RICIN TAKES HOURS
TO WORK.

MUST'VE BEEN SOMETHING
HE INGESTED A WHILE AGO.
NO NEED TO GET
YOUR STOMACH PUMPED THEN, HUH?

HA, FUNNY.
(cell phone rings)

YOU SEARCH THE ROOM. TEST ANY
LIQUID OR FOOD THAT YOU FIND.
(Cho) HELLO?

YEAH, YOU GOT IT, YEAH.
THE VICTIM'S WIFE
JUST ARRIVED.

I'LL HANDLE IT.
YOU TALK TO THE OTHER CHEFS.

DUESTERBERG SAYS THAT

THE WINNER OF THE CONTEST
GETS 100 GRAND.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

OH, UM...

TRYING TO GET THE TASTE
OF SALTY FOOD OUT OF MY MOUTH.

POT de CRèME. IT'S BASICALLY
A PRETENTIOUS CHOCOLATE PUDDING.

VERY NICE. YOU WANT SOME?
NO. WE HAVE TO GO
AND TALK TO THE VICTIM'S WIFE.

MMM.
WELL, MAYBE SHE'LL WANT SOME.

COMFORT FOOD.
(groans)

(Arliss)
JEFFREY WAS A DEAR FRIEND.

WE'D KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR YEARS.
WHICH IS WHY I HAD
MY FATHER BRING YOU ON.

WE WANT
TO FIND OUT WHO DID THIS.
INTERESTING THAT YOU
CALLED US IN BEFORE ANYONE KNEW

IT WAS POISON. YOU KNOW
SOMETHING EVERYONE ELSE DIDN'T?

NO, I JUST KNEW
THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG.

NOW YOU'RE ALL IN COMPETITION
FOR A LARGE CASH PRIZE.

HELPS THAT ONE OF YOU IS DEAD,
DOESN'T IT?
HELPS?

WE EAT TOGETHER. WE WORK
TOGETHER. WE'RE COMRADES.
(Hannah chuckles)

SOMETHING TO ADD,
MISS DIAZ?

DUDE, IF WE'RE ALL
SUCH COMRADES,

WHY'D YOU TRY AND STEAL
JEFF'S SOUS-CHEF?
NOT TRUE.

INQUIRIES WERE MADE,
THAT'S ALL.
(laughs) YEAH, RIGHT.

HOW'D YOU FEEL
ABOUT THE VICTIM?
I HATED HIS GUTS.

EGOTISTICAL, MANIPULATIVE,

MAYBE HALF AS GOOD
AS HE THOUGHT HE WAS.
WHICH WOULD STILL MAKE HIM
TWICE THE CHEF THAT YOU ARE.

WHY DON'T YOU GO
GET ANOTHER TAT?
BITE ME, JULIA.

THE DELIVERY GUY SAYS

HE LEFT JEFFREY'S TRUFFLES
ON HIS STATION THIS MORNING,

THEN THEY VANISHED.
SO WHO STOLE THE TRUFFLES?

(French accent)
WELL, STEALING TRUFFLES

MAKES ONE OF US A MURDERER?
IT'S A START.

OH. (scoffs and sighs)

WHAT?
THAT IS EXACTLY THE KIND
OF THING THAT HE WOULD DO.

HE AND JEFFREY
NEVER REALLY GOT ALONG.

YOU FAT BASTARD.
AND TRUFFLES ARE
VERY EXPENSIVE, AREN'T THEY?

AND YOU WOULDN'T
THROW THEM OUT.
MNH-MNH.

WHERE DOES HE KEEP HIS FOOD?
DOWN ON THE LEFT SIDE
OF THE PANTRY.

YOU KNOW WHO WOULD STOP
AT NOTHING TO WIN? THOSE TWO.

ASK THEM ABOUT THE BOOK DEAL
THEY'VE BEEN CHASING.

A COMPETITION PRIZE
WOULD HELP THAT, NO?
AH, TRUFFLES.

(clears throat)
OKAY, FINE. ARREST ME.

BUT I DIDN'T
STEAL THE TRUFFLES, OKAY?

I RESCUED THEM
FROM A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE FATE.
I SEE.

DID JEFFREY HAVE ANY PROBLEMS
THAT YOU KNEW ABOUT,

PERSONALLY OR AT WORK?

(sighs) WELL, UM...

WE WERE A PROBLEM.

WE'RE SEPARATED.

I HAVEN'T SPOKEN TO JEFFREY
IN MONTHS.

WHAT WAS THE BREAKUP ABOUT?

OH, GOD, WHAT WASN'T?
UM...

DRINKING, MOSTLY.

OCCUPATIONAL DISEASE
FOR CHEFS.

IT'S THE PRESSURE.
IT WANTS A RELEASE.

THAT, AND, UM--
DON'T LISTEN TO HER,
WHATEVER SHE SAYS.

SHE HATES JEFF.

AND YOU ARE?
VICTIM'S BROTHER.

CHEEKBONES.
COME ON. YOU CAN SEE THAT.

(mouths words)
UH, KEVIN,
WHY DON'T WE TALK LATER?

YEAH, I-I DON'T THINK SO,
ABIGAIL.

MY BROTHER WAS
A FREAKIN' GENIUS, ALL RIGHT?

YOU THINK ANYBODY IN MY FAMILY
TAUGHT HIM HOW TO COOK?

PLEASE. HE WANTED TO BE A GREAT
CHEF, AND THAT'S WHAT HE WAS.

DID IT ALL BY HIMSELF.
AND YOU?

YOU WERE PERFECTLY HAPPY
TO SPEND HIS MONEY,

WEREN'T YOU, ABIGAIL?
YOUR BROTHER WAS A GREAT MAN.
HE ELEVATED HIMSELF, DIDN'T HE?

BUT YOU DIDN'T.

THAT MUST'VE BEEN CAUSE FOR
SOME FRICTION, I WOULD THINK.

DID HE LEAVE YOU ANYTHING--
YOUR BROTHER?

OR DID HE LEAVE IT ALL
TO THE HATED SISTER-IN-LAW?

THE MONEY, THE RESTAURANT--
WHY DON'T YOU STEP BACK?

KEVIN,
THAT'S ENOUGH, ALL RIGHT?
NO, YOU DON'T TELL ME
WHAT TO DO, OKAY?

AS YOU CAN SEE, DRINKING--
IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY.

OH, S-SEE, THAT'S HOW WRONG
YOU ARE, ACTUALLY.

JEFF WAS SOBER. HE WAS
IN THE PROGRAM FOR TWO WEEKS.

RIGHT.
I'VE HEARD THAT BEFORE.

IT'S PROBABLY WHY HE CALLED.
YOU SAID
YOU HADN'T TALKED TO HIM.

I-I DIDN'T TALK.

WHOA. TWO WEEKS SOBER.
THAT'S IMPRESSIVE.

AND WHAT ELSE
ARE YOU HIDING FROM US?

LOOK, HE CALLED LAST NIGHT
AT 12:30.

I HUNG UP.

WHAT'D HE SAY?

HE SAID...

(sighs)

HE SAID HE WAS SORRY.

(knocks on door)
(Rigsby) HEY.

TEST FOR RICIN.

"YELLOW" MEANS POSITIVE,
"NOTHING" MEANS...

(sighs) NOTHING.

THIS PLACE IS QUITE A MESS.

WHAT DO YOU THINK
THE INTRUDER WANTED?

NOBODY WAS LOOKING
FOR ANYTHING.

JEFFREY DID THIS HIMSELF.

AND YOU KNOW THIS, HOW?

THE PUNCHED-IN MIRROR
IS AN ACT OF SELF-HATRED.

PLUS, ALL THESE DRAWERS
ARE CLOSED.

A THOUGHTFUL RANSACKER
WOULD CLOSE MAYBE ONE,

BUT ALL OF THEM? NO.

ANYWAY...
(clicks latches shut)

ROOM'S CLEARED. NO POISON.
WE'RE MOVING ON.
THAT'S NICE.

EXCEPT YOU'RE NOT.
WHAT'S UP?

WELL,
JEFFREY WAS RECENTLY SOBER,

BUT ACTING ERRATICALLY.

DEMOLISHING HIS ROOM,
PICKING FISTFIGHTS,

CALLING HIS ESTRANGED WIFE
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT--

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT'S CALLED?
RELAPSE?

YES. AND AN ADDICT ON A RELAPSE
WILL HIDE HIS STASH.

AH. (chuckles)

WHAT BETTER WAY
TO POISON A DRUNK

THAN THROUGH HIS DRINK?

LET'S CHECK IT OUT.
LET'S.

THERE WE GO.
HOLD THE APPLAUSE.

BINGO.

(clank)

POISON GIN.

A SMART WAY
TO ELIMINATE A RIVAL.

BUT NOT THE ACT
OF A GENTLEMAN,

IS IT...

(imitates French accent)
MONSIEUR LUDO?

ARE YOU JOKING?

RIGSBY, TAKE HIM IN.

THIS IS NOT RIGHT.

I HAVE DONE NOTHING.
I HAVE DONE NOTHING.

HANG ON.
COME ON, LET'S--

(Patrick) SHE'S THE ONE
WE NEED TO TALK TO.
ME? WH--

YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR REACTION
WHEN I ACCUSED LUDO--

PURE RELIEF.

OH, COME ON, PLEASE.
AT LEAST ATTEMPT DENYING IT.

I DIDN'T DO IT.
SHE'S THE ONE.

(Hannah sighs)
THANK YOU.

MERCI.

WHY WOULD I WANT
TO KILL JEFFREY?

WINNING A CONTEST LIKE THIS
WOULD DO A LOT FOR A YOUNG WOMAN

TRYING TO PROVE HERSELF.
I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING
TO PROVE.

YOU'RE A GOOD COOK.

MAKING RICIN OUT OF CASTOR BEANS
WOULDN'T BE HARD, WOULD IT?
NO. BUT I DIDN'T.

(Cho) THAT'S
YOUR CREDIT CARD STATEMENT.

YOU BOUGHT GIN.

I'M OVER 21.

(Hannah) IT'S NOT A CRIME.
(Cho) YOU JUST HAPPENED TO BUY
YOURSELF THE SAME TYPE OF GIN

WE FOUND IN THE VICTIM'S ROOM?
LOOK, CAN I GO OR WHAT? I--

HANNAH, WE HAVE ENOUGH TO CHARGE
YOU WITH MURDER RIGHT NOW.
(sighs)

YOU NEED TO TALK TO US,
TELL US YOUR SIDE OF THE STORY.

(sighs deeply)

I'M 28.

I RUN MY OWN KITCHEN.

I DON'T HAVE ANY...

FOOD NETWORK CONNECTIONS,

NO COOKBOOK
WITH MY NAME ON IT.

THE WESTING IS MY WAY UP.

(scoffs)
JEFFREY WAS THE ONE TO BEAT.

(inhales deeply)
WE ALL KNEW IT.

SO I FIGURED...

GET HIM A DRINK.

WHY NOT?
LEVEL THE PLAYING FIELD.

SO, YEAH,
I BOUGHT HIM THE GIN.

BUT I HAVE NO IDEA
HOW THE RICIN GOT IN THERE.
OKAY.

I JUST TRIED
TO GET HIM DRUNK, THAT'S ALL.

NO POISON.

(sighs)

WITHOUT ANYTHING ELSE,
WE CAN'T HOLD HER.

WHAT DO YOU GOT?

JEFFREY'S PHONE RECORDS.

CONFIRMED THE CALL
WITH HIS WIFE.

HOW LONG DID THEY TALK?

ABOUT FIVE SECONDS.
GUESS SHE DID HANG UP.

BUT THERE'S A SECOND CALL
AT 2:00 A.M.

THAT ONE LASTED
OVER AN HOUR.
WHO'D HE CALL?

HIS RESTAURANT.

MISS BARGE,
YOU HAVE A MINUTE?

YEAH, SURE. WHAT'S UP?

MONEY TROUBLES?

HOW'D YOU GUESS?

WELL, IT'S A RESTAURANT.
THEY ALWAYS HAVE MONEY TROUBLES.

(sighs) WELL, THIS RESTAURANT'S
DROWNING IN DEBT.

JEFFREY WAS DRIVING THIS PLACE
OFF A CLIFF.
IT WAS ALL ABOUT THE FOOD.

THIS IS ELIZA GREENE--
JEFFREY'S SOUS-CHEF.

SHE'S KEEPING THINGS AFLOAT
WHILE I GET MY BEARINGS...

NOW THAT I OWN
A FAILING RESTAURANT.
(Eliza chuckles)

OH, SORRY.

UM, PEOPLE WOULD SAY THAT
THE PLACE IS FAILING,

AND, UH, JEFFREY WOULD SAY,

"YES, BUT FAILING WITH STYLE."
(chuckles)

OH, YOU'RE THE ONE
THE OTHERS WANTED TO HIRE.

YOU MUST BE VERY GOOD.
I GUESS. I WOULDN'T KNOW.

FALSE MODESTY?

JEFFREY CALLED THE RESTAURANT
LAST NIGHT AT 2:00 A.M.

DO YOU KNOW
WHO HE SPOKE TO?
ME.

OH, UH, HE WAS CONSIDERING
CHANGING THE MENU

FOR THE CONTEST,
WANTED TO TALK ABOUT IT.
COULDN'T THAT HAVE WAITED
TILL THE MORNING?

THAT WAS JUST JEFF
BEING JEFF.

HE WAS ALWAYS
AFTER PERFECTION.
IRRITATING,
GETTING A PHONE CALL LIKE THAT

WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY HOME
FROM WORK, ISN'T IT?
NOT AT ALL.

IF YOU WANT
TO MAKE SOMETHING GREAT,

THAT'S THE JOB. (chuckles)
(clears throat) YOU KNOW,

YOU SHOULD REALLY GET THESE,
UH, DEPOSITS POSTED,

OR THE CHECKS
ARE GONNA BOUNCE.
THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.

(Patrick) THANK YOU.
NIGHT.

BYE.

BYE.
BYE.

WHERE ARE MY KEYS?

YOU PICKED MY POCKET?

MY TURN TO DRIVE.
JANE!

OH, DON'T BE
SUCH AN OLD LADY. GET IN.

YOUR FEARS ARE GROUNDLESS.

YOU'RE RIGHT.
THE CAR HAS AIR BAGS.

(grunts)

(screams)
OH, NO.

OH, BAD MOVE.
(Liz grunts)

(thud)
(grunting and groaning)

(crickets chirping)

(groaning)

(Patrick) OH.
(gasps)

KEVIN.

OH, I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW HAPPY
I AM THAT WASN'T MY CAR.

I WOULD NEVER, EVER
HARM MY BROTHER, EVER.

YOU ASSAULTED
AND ROBBED A GIRL, KEVIN,

WHO RAN
YOUR BROTHER'S RESTAURANT.

YOU DON'T THINK THAT MAKES YOU
A LITTLE SUSPICIOUS?

THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO
WITH WHAT HAPPENED TO JEFF.

I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.

I CAN TELL YOU WHY I WENT
AFTER THE MONEY, ALL RIGHT,

BUT I'M GONNA NEED
SOME GUARANTEES.

OH, SO WE'RE NEGOTIATING NOW,
ARE WE?

I HAVE VALUABLE INFORMATION.

I CAN HELP YOU SOLVE
JEFF'S MURDER.

BUT YOU'RE NOT
GONNA TELL US ANYTHING

UNLESS WE CUT YOU A DEAL?

WE'RE TALKING ABOUT
YOUR BROTHER HERE, KEVIN.

THAT'S PRETTY LOW.

YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL.

YOU'LL HAVE PLENTY OF TIME
TO THINK ABOUT

HOW YOU COULD'VE
DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLY.
(sighs)

WAIT.

SEAN HORLICK.

JEFF OWED HIM MONEY.

HE NEEDED IT
FOR THE RESTAURANT.

GUY'S A LOAN SHARK.

I ACTUALLY PUT THEM IN TOUCH
FIVE MONTHS AGO.

I GET A CALL YESTERDAY
FROM HORLICK,

AND HE SAYS UNLESS I WANT
TO END UP LIKE JEFF,

I'D BETTER GET HIM
THE MONEY HE OWED.
SO YOU ROB
YOUR DEAD BROTHER'S WIFE?

(scoffs) SHE WAS ALWAYS TRYING
TO TURN JEFF AGAINST ME.

SAID I WAS A BAD INFLUENCE
OR SOMETHIN'.

IMAGINE THAT, HUH?
CRAZY.

(sighs) I KNEW
THEIR DEPOSIT SCHEDULE,

AND THEY DON'T KEEP A GUN.

I FIGURED
SHE SCREWED ME BEFORE,

I SCREW HER BACK.

SEAN HORLICK.

WHAT ELSE DO YOU KNOW
ABOUT HIM?

FRAUD,
RACKETEERING, EXTORTION,

COUPLE OF VIOLENT CRIMES
SPRINKLED IN.

CHARGES NEVER SEEM TO STICK.
HORLICK'S SMART.

TRACK HIM DOWN.
TAKE RIGSBY.
OKAY.

CHO, LOOK INTO
JEFFREY'S RESTAURANT--

THE FINANCIAL RECORDS,
SEE WHO ELSE HE OWED MONEY TO.

(yawns loudly)
I'LL COME WITH.

I'M A MITE PECKISH.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

IT MEANS I'M HUNGRY.

I CAN'T READ THIS.

NO?

OH, THAT SAYS,
"MARCH '09 ACCOUNTS PAYABLE."

OH!
HMM?

THIS--THIS IS JUST RIDICULOUS.
THIS IS DELICIOUS.

(laughs) THANK YOU.

LET'S HOPE YOU CAN KEEP
THE QUALITY UP

WITH THE NEW BOSS.

ABIGAIL SEEMS MORE CONCERNED
ABOUT THE MONEY THAN THE MENU.

WON'T BE A PROBLEM, I PROMISE.

(smacks lips)

FOR GOD'S SAKE.
DID YOU TRY THIS?

YOU DON'T LIKE ABIGAIL MUCH,
DO YOU?

DO IT OVER.

YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY
VERY TALENTED.

YOU SHOULD'VE STRUCK OUT
ON YOUR OWN A LONG TIME AGO,

UNLESS THERE WAS
SOME REASON TO STAY.

I DID TRY TO STRIKE OUT
ON MY OWN, ACTUALLY,

COUPLE MONTHS AGO.
FAILED WITH STYLE?

I WISH. STATE WOULDN'T
GRANT ME MY LIQUOR LICENSE.

(chuckles) NO LICENSE,
NO INVESTORS, SO...

LUCKILY,
JEFFREY TOOK ME BACK AGAIN.

SO WHY NOT HOOK UP
WITH HIM?

HE WAS SEPARATED,
AVAILABLE.

(chuckles) I'VE NEVER LIKED
WAITING IN LINES.

EXCUSE ME.
I'VE GOT PREP WORK TO DO.

THANKS FOR LUNCH.
UH-HUH.

I DIDN'T SEE ANY OTHER LOANS
ON THE BOOKS. IT'S A GOOD THING.

JEFFREY WASN'T EVEN TAKING
A SALARY THE LAST FEW MONTHS.

HE WASN'T? HMM.

WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO
MAKE A STOP ON THE WAY BACK.

(Rigsby sighs)

HUH. MAGIC BROWNIES.

THIS IS MORE... CLEAN-CUT
THAN I'D EXPECTED.

YEAH, MEDICAL POT--
IT'S A GROWTH INDUSTRY.
FIRST TIMERS, HUH?

I'LL TELL YOU THE SAME THING
I TELL ALL THE NEWBIES--

GO FOR TODAY'S SPECIALS.

SURE,
THEY'RE A COUPLE BUCKS MORE,

BUT BETWEEN YOU AND ME
AND THE WALL,

IT'S THE FRESHEST HERB WE GOT.
PLUS IT'S LOCALLY GROWN.

WHO DOESN'T WANNA SUPPORT
LOCAL FORMERS?
CBI. WHERE'S YOUR BOSS?

UH... MR. HORLICK?
I COULDN'T SAY.

BUT, UH, OUR PERMITS ARE ALL
UP TO DATE BY THE BOOK, 100%.

WELL, MR. HORLICK'S A SUSPECT
IN A MURDER INVESTIGATION, JOSH,

SO YOU IF YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS,
YOU SHOULD TELL US RIGHT NOW.

IS, UH, THERE A PROBLEM HERE?

WE'RE HERE
ABOUT JEFFREY BARGE.

WHO? OH. OH, YEAH.

YEAH, JEFF. SURE.
SURE. WHAT ABOUT HIM?

JEFFREY DIED YESTERDAY.

YEAH. YEAH, I KNOW. I SAW THAT
ON THE NEWS. WOW. HEAVY.

I MEAN, BOOM, HE'S HERE.
HE'S GONE.

AND HOW ABOUT THAT?
LIFE, HUH?

WE KNOW YOU LENT HIM MONEY,
MR. HORLICK.

WELL, HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?
I MEAN, WHO SAYS?

I'LL TAKE THAT AS A "YES."

FROSTY ONE, AREN'T WE?
I LIKE IT.

YOU LIKE JAIL, TOO?

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.
KEVIN TOLD US EVERYTHING.

IT'S ABOUT TIME
YOU DID AS WELL.

FINE. (clears throat)

I CALLED HIM
ABOUT THE MONEY.

OBVIOUSLY, HE DREW SOME SINISTER
AND INCORRECT IMPLICATIONS

FROM OUR CONVERSATION,

BUT IT WAS ALL
A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING.

CHALK IT UP TO MY--
MY POOR COMMUNICATION SKILLS.
I THINK YOU COMMUNICATE
VERY WELL.

YES, YOU DO.
YOU HAVE "SLEAZEBAG"

WRITTEN ACROSS YOUR FOREHEAD
IN BIG LETTERS.
WHY WOULD I KILL JEFF?

YOU DON'T OFF SOMEONE
WHO CAN PAY YOU BACK.

I MEAN, THE GUY PRACTICALLY
LIVED AT THE RITZ.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
JEFF WAS BROKE.

YEAH, THAT'S WHAT HE WANTED ME
TO THINK, TOO.

BUT I GOT A BUDDY WHO WORKS
SECURITY AT THE HOTEL.

HE SAW THE DEADBEAT
STAYING THERE A BUNCH OF TIMES.

YOU DON'T STAY THERE UNLESS
YOUR POCKETS ARE PADDED.

I'D LIKE TO TAKE YOU SOMETIME,
THAW YOU OUT A LITTLE BIT.

YEAH, THAT'LL HAPPEN.

WE GOT SOMETHING.

JEFFREY STAYED AT THE RITZ
OVER A DOZEN TIMES

IN THE PAST TWO MONTHS,
PAID IN CASH EVERY TIME.
LOOKS LIKE AN AFFAIR.

BUT JEFFREY AND HIS WIFE
LIVED SEPARATE LIVES.

WHY WOULD HE CARE
IF THERE WAS A RECORD OF IT?
MAYBE HIS PARTNER CARED.

BECAUSE SHE'S MARRIED.

SHE HAD THE MONEY.
SHE PAID FOR THE ROOM,

BUT SHE PAID IN CASH SO
HER HUSBAND WOULDN'T FIND OUT.
KEEP DIGGING.
FIND OUT WHO THE WOMAN WAS.

MMM. NEXT ROUND'S TOMORROW,
HUH?

KEEP WORKIN'.
YOU'LL GET THERE.

MERCI BEAUCOUP.

WATCH IT.

(Patrick) CAREFUL, CAREFUL.

OH, THAT SMELLS GOOD.
WHAT IS THAT?

(dish clatters)
KNOCK YOURSELF OUT.

IT'S NOT FOR THE COMPETITION.
IT'S MY LUNCH.

I'D ADVISE AGAINST THAT.

DON'T LISTEN TO HIM.
HE'S A COWARD.

IS HE?
IT'S THE RED SAVINA PEPPER.

IT'S KINDA SPICY.
KIND OF?

IT'S THE HOTTEST PEPPER
KNOWN TO MAN. TRUST ME.

LEAVE IT ALONE.
IT'S GOOD ON EVERYTHING--
MEAT, FRUIT, SOUPS.

NOT THAT ANY OF THE PEOPLE
WOULD KNOW. BABIES.

WELL, I'D LOVE A LITTLE TRY
OF THAT. THANK YOU--

MR. JANE,
OUR CHEFS ARE EXTREMELY BUSY.

WOULD YOU MIND COMING BACK
ANOTHER TIME?

YOU'RE QUITE THE GHOUL,
AREN'T YOU, DUESTERBERG?

DRAGGING ON
THIS MEANINGLESS CONTEST

AFTER A MAN
HAS BEEN KILLED.

THIS CONTEST, MR. JANE,
IS AN AFFIRMATION OF LIFE.

IT'S A TESTAMENT THAT
APPETITE STILL EXISTS,

EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH.

AND YOU NEED THE MONEY.

TIME FOR YOU TO GO.
FINE. I HAVE ALL THE INFORMATION
I NEED, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

HE LIES. HE HASN'T ASKED
ONE SINGLE QUESTION.

WHY WOULD I? I CAN LEARN
EVERYTHING I NEED TO LEARN

FROM WATCHING YOU ALL COOK.

YOU, FOR EXAMPLE,

USE LEMON TO THE POINT
OF EXCESS--

TART, AGGRESSIVE FLAVORS,
SUBLIMATED AGGRESSION

TOWARD AN IMPORTANT FIGURE
IN YOUR LIFE.

OBVIOUSLY,
YOU'RE A DADDY'S GIRL,

SO I'M GONNA GO
WITH MOTHER.

NO, LET ME CORRECT THAT...

STEPMOTHER.

LUDO!

YOU WERE ADOPTED...
(imitates French accent) NO?

NO. I WASN'T.

TOOK A SHOT. MOVING ON.

YOU WERE HAVING AN AFFAIR
WITH JEFFREY.

WEREN'T YOU?

WHAT?
YOU CAN TELL ALL THIS
BY THE FOOD?

WELL, THEY COOKED TOGETHER
EVERY DAY,

YET THEIR KITCHEN RHYTHMS
ARE OFF.

THEY'RE BASHING INTO EACH OTHER,
GETTING IN EACH OTHER'S WAY.

YOU'RE NOT PAYING ENOUGH
ATTENTION TO HER, ARLISS.

NO WONDER SHE STRAYED.

THAT'S NONSENSE.

REALLY? THEN WHY DID
YOUR WIFE HAVE HER FATHER PUT

THE STATE'S BEST POLICE FORCE
ON THIS CASE?

LOOK AT HER, ARLISS.

SHE'S MADE NO ATTEMPT--

NO ATTEMPT AT ALL
TO DENY IT.

IS IT TRUE?

(lowered voice)
SO I TAKE IT YOU KNOW

ABOUT JULIA'S AFFAIR
WITH THE VICTIM NOW.
OH, ROGER THAT.

JEFF AND I GOT TOGETHER
ABOUT FIVE MONTHS AGO,

AFTER HE SEPARATED
FROM HIS WIFE.

BUT HE ENDED IT.

YES.

WHEN?

THE NIGHT BEFORE HE DIED.

I WENT TO HIS ROOM
AT THE RESORT.

HE WAS DRUNK. I THOUGHT
HE WAS TRYING TO GET SOBER,

BUT I GUESS
NOT THAT NIGHT.

JEFF DIDN'T
HANDLE STRESS WELL.

MUST HAVE MADE YOU ANGRY.

NO. I ACCEPTED IT.
I LOVED HIM.

BUT HE WAS A DRUNK.
BETTER LEFT ALONE.

WISE OF YOU.

I ASKED FOR A GLASS
OF WATER.

I'M SURE IT'LL BE HERE
IN A MINUTE.

YOU THINK I'M ENTITLED
AND SNIPPY AND RICH.

MY FATHER'S A SENATOR.

I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE CRAP
FROM PEOPLE LIKE YOU.

I'M JUST TRYING TO FIGURE OUT

WHO KILLED JEFFREY BARGE,
THAT'S ALL.

I DIDN'T KILL HIM.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, JULIA,
NOT YET.

I REALLY NEED
THAT GLASS OF WATER.

(voice echoing) I'LL GET IT.

(voice echoing) WE STILL HAVE
A FEW MORE QUESTIONS FOR YOU.

LISBON!

9-1-1.

JULIA? JULIA?

(voice echoing) JULIA.
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

(normal voice)
ARE YOU ON MEDICATION?

COME ON. ANSWER.

(speaking inaudibly)

JULIA?

YES. UH-HUH.

I KNOW. YES.

MR. ATTORNEY GENERAL, SIR,
I... I-I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY.

I WILL.

SHE'S STRAIGHTENING.

UH-OH.

ABSOLUTELY.

CORONER'S OFFICE
SAYS IT WAS RICIN POISONING,

UH, JUST LIKE JEFFREY.

GUESS THEY WERE BOTH
POISONED AT THE HOTEL.

OH, CRAP.
IS SHE STRAIGHTENING?

VICTIM WAS A SENATOR'S DAUGHTER.
A.G. MUST BE LIVID.

UGH. IT'S NOT OUR FAULT.
RICIN TAKES HOURS TO KICK IN.
YEAH, TELL IT TO THE A.G.

(sighs) WHAT'S GOING ON
WITH THE SEARCH?

LOCAL SHERIFF'S WORKING ON IT,

TAKING EVERY FOOD AND LIQUID
OFF THE RESORT TO BE TESTED.
RESORT, THE CONTEST--
IT'S ALL BEEN SHUT DOWN.

NEWS FLASH--THE A.G. WANTS
THIS CASE CLOSED NOW.

WELL, WE'VE GOT
TWO DEAD MARRIED LOVERS.

I'D SAY THE KILLER'S A SPOUSE.
LET'S START WITH THAT.

(Cho) THERE HE IS.

CINNAMON,
SAGE AND CORIANDER,

A SQUEEZE OF LEMON,
THEN BUTTER.

NO, NO GARLIC.

NOT AT ALL. CIAO.

IDIOT.

YOUR WIFE JUST DIED, AND YOU'RE
TALKING ABOUT RECIPES?

WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?
SIR, WE'D LIKE TO DISCUSS
YOUR WIFE'S ESTATE.

YES. SORRY. IDIOTS.
GARLIC.

SO JULIA HAD MONEY.
SO WHAT?

WELL, YOU STAND TO INHERIT
ALL OF IT, ISN'T THAT RIGHT?
YES. SO?

YOUR WIFE AND HER LOVER
ARE NOW BOTH DEAD,

KILLED THE SAME WAY. THAT MAKES
YOU OUR NUMBER ONE GUY.
OR NUMBER TWO, I'D SAY.

HAVE YOU TALKED
TO ABIGAIL YET?
WHY?

ASK HER ABOUT THE FIGHT
SHE AND JEFFREY HAD

AT THE FAIRPLEX MARKET
TWO WEEKS AGO.

IT WAS QUITE A SCENE.
YOU DIDN'T THINK
TO MENTION THIS EARLIER?

INTERROGATION FOCUSES THE MIND.
WHAT CAN I SAY?

EXCEPT YOU'RE LYING.

JEFFREY HADN'T SEEN HIS WIFE
IN MONTHS.

IF ABIGAIL SAID THAT,
SHE'S THE LIAR.

THE MARKET CLERK
CONFIRMED THE STORY.

YOU WERE IN CONTACT WITH JEFF,
AND YOU WERE FIGHTING.

I DID NOT KILL JEFFREY,

IF THAT'S WHAT
YOU'RE GETTING AT.

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
ABOUT THIS THING WITH JULIA.
WHAT WERE YOU FIGHTING ABOUT?

YOU'VE REALLY CHANGED
YOUR LOOK, ABIGAIL.

HAVEN'T YOU?

NOT THAT YOU DON'T
LOOK LOVELY NOW.

IT'S JUST THIS OLD LOOK, UH,
ACCENTUATED YOUR ASSETS.

MY HUSBAND JUST DIED, OKAY?

YOU'RE STILL PUTTING IN TIME
WITH THE MAKEUP THOUGH, I SEE.

SO APPEARANCE IS IMPORTANT
TO YOU.

WHAT ARE YOU GETTING AT?

SHE'S PUT ON 5 OR 6 POUNDS,

DOESN'T FIT INTO
THE SLEEK OUTFITS ANYMORE,

SO SHE WEARS THIS.
SHE'S PREGNANT. CONGRATULATIONS.

FIRST TRIMESTER.

JEFF'S CHILD, RIGHT?

(sighs)

RIGHT?

A FEW MONTHS AGO, HE CAME BY
TO PICK UP SOME STUFF.

THINGS HAPPENED.

AND TWO WEEKS AGO,
I TOOK A PREGNANCY TEST.

HOW DID HE TAKE THE NEWS
OF IMPENDING FATHERHOOD?

OKAY.

THAT'S WHAT YOU WERE
FIGHTING ABOUT.

I DON'T KNOW WHY
I DIDN'T TELL YOU.

I'VE BEEN, UH...

CONFUSED.

MY PARENTS DON'T EVEN KNOW.

(sighs)

DO US A FAVOR, ABIGAIL.

WE'RE GONNA NEED TO SEARCH
YOUR HOUSE.

SAVE US ALL SOME TIME
AND GRANT US PERMISSION.

(birds chirping)

(elephant grunting)

DID YOU KNOW
A FULL-GROWN ELEPHANT

CAN EAT UP TO 495 POUNDS OF FOOD
PER DAY?

COULD YOU AT LEAST
PRETEND TO BE HELPING?

GOT SOMETHIN'.

FOUND THIS IN THE GARAGE.
NICE WORK.

AND WE CARE ABOUT
A BAG OF BEANS WHY?

CASTOR BEANS.
THEY'RE USED TO MAKE RICIN.

AH, OF COURSE.

NAUGHTY ABIGAIL.

WE FOUND TRACES OF RICIN
IN JULIA'S FAVORITE RED PEPPER.

HER DEATH WAS NOT ACCIDENTAL.

BOTH HER AND YOUR HUSBAND
WERE SPECIFICALLY TARGETED.

TOGETHER WITH THE CASTOR BEANS
WE FOUND,

IT'S NOT LOOKING GOOD FOR YOU.

MY CLIENT DENIES ANY INVOLVEMENT
IN THESE KILLINGS.

SHE BORE NO MALICE
TOWARDS HER HUSBAND

OR MS. ST. GERMAIN.

NO MALICE
TOWARD HER ALCOHOLIC

AND FISCALLY IRRESPONSIBLE
HUSBAND AND HIS LOVER?

SHE WAS NOT AWARE
OF THAT RELATIONSHIP,

NOR DID SHE EVER SET FOOT
IN THAT RESORT.

WHICH YOU CAN'T PROVE.
I DIDN'T DO THIS--

THEN HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN
THE CASTOR BEANS IN YOUR HOUSE?
SHE HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF THEM.

THAT'S CONVENIENT.

THIS IS A GRIEVING WIDOW--
A PREGNANT, GRIEVING WIDOW.

YOU THINK THAT A JURY
IS GOING TO CONVICT

ON THIS CIRCUMSTANTIAL TRAIF?

WE CAN MAKE THIS STICK,
AND YOU KNOW IT.

BELIEVE ME, YOU WILL FEEL
MUCH BETTER IF YOU--
(cell phone ringing)

WOULD YOU EXCUSE ME?

(lowers voice) WHAT?

YOU'RE WHERE?
(rattling)

WHAT EMERGENCY?

FOLLOW ME.

JANE, I DON'T REALLY
HAVE TIME FOR THIS.

I WAS WORKING ON GETTING
A CONFESSION.

THIS IS FAR MORE IMPORTANT.
WHAT IS?

AGENTS, WELCOME.
IT'S SUCH A RELIEF TO KNOW

THAT THE KILLER
HAS BEEN CAUGHT.
JUST DOING OUR JOB.

AND THANK YOU FOR COMING TO
THIS LITTLE MEMORIAL DINNER.
DINNER?

HONORING JEFFREY AND JULIA.

WE'RE HAVING DINNER?

GOTTA EAT.

I CERTAINLY HOPE
YOU ENJOY YOURSELF.

IT SHOULD BE DELICIOUS.
EXCUSE ME.

THOSE SERVIETTES
ARE HORRIFYING.

YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS
TO TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON.

FIRST, WE NEED A DRINK.

IS IT THAT BAD?

(smacks lips)
IT'S LOVELY.

(man) HURRY UP, PEOPLE.

NOT BAD, LUDO.

CAN WE GET
THE BOWLS READY?

YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE.

YEAH, YOU'RE PROBABLY RIGHT.
YOU GONNA MAKE ME LEAVE?

(clatter)
I HOPE NOT.

(singsong voice) EXCUSE ME.

OH, EXCUSE ME.

I THOUGHT YOU'D BE
A LITTLE MORE GRATEFUL.

I DID JUST CATCH
YOUR FRIEND'S KILLER.

WE'RE GRATEFUL.
JUST A LITTLE BUSY.
IS THAT IT?

OH, THAT SMELLS GREAT.
NOT NOW, S'IL VOUS PLAîT.

OKAY, OKAY.

OH, OOPS! WHOA! OOPS!

FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!

QUICK! AAH!

WHOA! AAH!

YOU KNOW, I-I'M JUST GONNA
LEAVE YOU GUYS WITH THAT.

AAH!

ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE, PLEASE.

LIFT YOUR GLASS.
(clink)

TO JEFFREY AND JULIA,
FRIENDS, COLLEAGUES,

TITANS IN THE CULINARY WORLD,

YOU WILL NOT BE SOON FORGOTTEN.

SALUD.

CHEERS.
(Lisbon) CHEERS.

AHH.

MM-HMM.

TO BEGIN,
WE HAVE A MELON SOUP,

PROSCIUTTO DI PARMA,
MINT AND BASIL.

MMM.

A REINTERPRETATION
OF ONE OF JULIA'S SPECIALITES.

BON APPéTIT.

THANK YOU.

COME ON. DON'T LET
YOUR MIDWESTERN TASTE BUDS

HOLD YOU BACK. (laughs)

(coughs)

(strained voice) OH, CHEF.

WHAT IS THIS SPICE?

SPICE?

(coughs) I LIKE A LITTLE HEAT,
BUT THIS IS OVERPOWERING.

WHOA.

WE DIDN'T ADD ANY HEAT.

WHEW! THAT WOULD BE ME.

SORRY.

FIRE! FIRE!

THE RED SAVINA PEPPER--

AH, I GOT IT
FROM JULIA'S PANTRY.

I THOUGHT
IT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE,

AND I'M JUST MAD FOR HEAT,
SO...

OBVIOUSLY,
I WAS A LITTLE HEAVY-HANDED.

MY--MY APOLOGIES.

WHAT'S THE TROUBLE, ELIZA?

I DON'T, UM...
I DON'T FEEL WELL. I SHOULD GO.

WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?

UH, THE PEPPERS--
IT DIDN'T GO DOWN WELL.

THE PEPPER?
WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE PEPPER?

WE CAN TAKE IT DOWN
TO HEADQUARTERS.
HOW LONG CAN WE KEEP HER THERE?

48 HOURS.
WOW,
THAT'S A STRETCH OF TIME.

I HAVE TO LEAVE. (coughs)
I HAVE TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW.

(Patrick) NO, THAT WOULD
BE RUDE. I DON'T THINK SO.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

WE ALL... HAVE TO GO
TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW.

(Lisbon) WHAT FOR?

THE PEPPER... (whispers)
I THINK IT WAS POISONED.

I-I-I SAW LUDO PUT
SOMETHING INTO IT.

I DID NOT. HOW DARE YOU!

MAYBE YOU'RE JUST CRAMPING
A LITTLE? JUST A LITTLE--

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
I POISONED JULIA'S PEPPER.

AND JEFFREY'S GIN.

YES, YES! JUST BRING ME
TO A HOSPITAL.
NO, HOSPITALS
ARE TERRIBLE GERM FACTORIES.

YOU DON'T WANNA GO THERE.
ARE YOU INSANE?!

RELAX. WE KNEW ABOUT THE RICIN
IN THE PEPPER.

WE JUST DIDN'T KNOW
WHO PUT IT THERE.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
ARE WE POISONED?

NO. I SWITCHED THE PEPPERS.
(sighs)

CLEVER OF ME.

(whispers) GOD.

(sighs)

OKAY, SO WE KNOW THAT YOUR
RESTAURANT DIDN'T FAIL, ELIZA.

JEFFREY AND JULIA--
THEY KILLED IT.

WE DID SOME DIGGING
ON JULIA'S FATHER.

HE'S THE ONE WHO SQUASHED
YOUR LIQUOR LICENSE.

JEFFREY WAS A DRUNK.

HE NEEDED YOU IN HIS KITCHEN,
SO HE ASKED HIS LOVER

IF HE COULD HAVE HER BIG,
POWERFUL DADDY DO HER A FAVOR.

HE DIDN'T CALL YOU THAT NIGHT
TO TALK ABOUT RECIPES, DID HE?

HE CALLED TO APOLOGIZE FOR
SABOTAGING YOUR LIQUOR LICENSE,

FOR RUINING ANY CHANCE YOU HAD
AT OPENING YOUR OWN PLACE.

BUT I...

I AM TRYING TO BECOME
A BETTER MAN.

I AM.

HE TOLD YOU WHAT HE DID,

AND THEN YOU...
DECIDED TO TAKE YOUR REVENGE.

SO YOU GOT SOME CASTOR BEANS,
MIXED UP A BATCH OF RICIN

AND WENT TO THE RESORT
TO FIND HIM.

YEAH. (scoffs)

I WENT TO HIS ROOM.

(knock on door)

OH, JEFF.

I ACCEPT YOUR APOLOGY.

LET ME JUST... WASH UP.

HE WAS SO SMUG.

LIKE I WAS GONNA LET THAT GO?

LIKE WE WERE JUST GONNA MAKE UP
AND ALL BE FRIENDS AGAIN?

THAT'S... (laughs)

RIDICULOUS.

(Lisbon)
SO YOU WENT TO THE PANTRY

AND, UH, YOU FOUND
JULIA'S PEPPER

AND YOU DOSED THAT, TOO.

ONE TIME I WAS CLEANING SHRIMP
FOR JEFFREY.

THERE WERE, LIKE,
40 POUNDS OF IT,

AND IT WAS STILL HALF FROZEN,
BUT THAT WAS THE JOB.

I COULDN'T FEEL MY HANDS.
IT WAS SO COLD.

I REALIZED I WAS CUTTING
THE FLESH OFF MY OWN FINGERS.

CARVING IT OFF.

AND I DIDN'T MIND...

BECAUSE JEFFREY
HAD A VISION.

I HAD A VISION.

AND HE SAID, "GO, BABE.
YOU DESERVE YOUR OWN PLACE."

BUT HE WAS LYING.

HIM AND HIS...

RICH BITCH GIRLFRIEND.

LIKE I WAS GONNA
LET THAT GO.

HE SAID, "I'M SORRY."

"I'M SORRY."

"I'M SORRY"?

WHAT GOOD IS THAT?

(sighs)

AGENT LISBON.

HOW CAN I HELP YOU?
YOU FRAMED ME.

YOU PUT THOSE CASTOR BEANS
IN MY HOUSE, DIDN'T YOU?

MA'AM, ON MY WORD OF HONOR,

I DID NOT KNOW THAT
THOSE BEANS WERE PLANTED.

MR. JANE WAS RESPONSIBLE.
I SHOULD'VE KNOWN.

I SHOULD'VE STOPPED HIM,
AND I DIDN'T,

AND FOR THAT,
I AM REALLY SORRY.
WHY?

HE THOUGHT IN ORDER TO CATCH
THE KILLER,

THAT SOMEBODY ELSE HAD TO BE
SUSPECTED OF THE CRIME.

HE'S PROBABLY RIGHT.
I KNOW YOU MUST BE ANGRY.

(sighs) TRYING TO LEAVE
THE ANGER BEHIND.

THOUGH THAT'S PRETTY MUCH
IMPOSSIBLE, ISN'T IT?

IT'S HARD.

(sighs) ANYWAY, THANK YOU
FOR BEING HONEST WITH ME.

TELL MR. JANE HE'S
A MEAN, IRRESPONSIBLE SADIST.

OH, I WILL.

MS. BARGE?

LIVING WITH AN ALCOHOLIC
IS HARD.

SOME NEVER CHANGE.
THEY DON'T EVEN WANT TO.

BUT YOUR HUSBAND CHECKED
INTO TREATMENT TWO WEEKS AGO

RIGHT AFTER YOU TOLD HIM
ABOUT THE BABY.

I THINK HE WANTED TO BE THERE
FOR YOU AND YOUR CHILD.

THAT'S WHY HE ENDED
THE RELATIONSHIP WITH JULIA.

FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, IT SEEMED
LIKE HE WANTED TO CHANGE.

THANK YOU.

IT'S OKAY. SHE'S GONE.

WHO'S GONE?
OH, PLEASE.

YOUR GUILTY CONSCIENCE
IS OBVIOUS AND WELL DESERVED.

MEH. JUSTICE CAN BE
A HARSH MISTRESS.

OMELETS AND EGGS,
ENDS TO MEANS,

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

A GLIB ANSWER'S NO EXCUSE.

OH, AND ABIGAIL SAID
TO TELL YOU

THAT YOU ARE
A MEAN, IRRESPONSIBLE SADIST.

WELL,
THAT'S PRETTY ACCURATE.

YOU OKAY?

NO POINT DENYING IT TO ME.

I'M FINE.

OKAY.

GOOD NIGHT.

(clatter)