All language subtitles for The.Mentalist.S03E10.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

(choir) * HARK! HOW
THE BELLS, SWEET SILVER BELLS *

* ALL SEEM TO SAY,
"THROW CARES AWAY"! *

* CHRISTMAS IS HERE,
BRINGING GOOD CHEER *
* DING-DONG

* TO YOUNG AND OLD,
MEEK AND THE BOLD *
* DING-DONG

* ONE SEEMS TO HEAR
WORDS OF GOOD CHEER *

* FROM EVERYWHERE,
FILLING THE AIR *

* OH, HOW THEY POUND
RAISING THE SOUND *

* O'ER HILL AND DALE,
TELLING THE TALE *

* GAILY THEY RING
WHILE PEOPLE SING *

* SONGS OF GOOD CHEER,
CHRISTMAS IS HERE *

* CHRISTMAS IS HERE,
CHRISTMAS IS HERE *
* MERRY, MERRY, MERRY,
MERRY CHRISTMAS *

* CHRISTMAS IS HERE,
CHRISTMAS IS HERE *
* MERRY, MERRY, MERRY,
MERRY CHRISTMAS *

* HARK! HOW THE BELLS,
SWEET SILVER BELLS *

* ALL SEEM TO SAY,
"THROW CARES AWAY"! *

* RING, RING-A-LING
* RING, DING, DONG

* DING, DONG, DING

(crash, woman screams)

(screaming)

(crowd shouting indistinctly,
siren wailing)

(police radio chatter)

(man) WE DON'T KNOW IF HE JUMPED
OR SOMEBODY PUSHED HIM,

BUT HE HAD TO FALL FROM
ONE OF THE APARTMENTS ABOVE US.

ANY WITNESSES?

NO. THEY SAW HIM HIT,

BUT THE CROWD SURE
GATHERED FAST ONCE HE DID.

INCLUDING
THE ATTORNEY GENERAL'S NIECE.

SHE HASN'T
STOPPED SOBBING SINCE.

LET'S PROCESS THIS SCENE
QUICKLY,

GET THE BODY OUT OF HERE.
YOU, UH, GET AN I.D. ON IT YET?

NO. BUT I TELL YOU WHAT,
THAT IS ONE FINE SANTA SUIT.

PLUSH PILE. REAL LEATHER UPPERS.
I WISH MINE WAS THAT NICE.

THE BEARD APPEARS TO BE REAL.

HEY, JANE? COULD I TROUBLE YOU
FOR A PROFESSIONAL OPINION?

(police radio chatter)
(clears throat)

(sniffs)

NO.

NO WHAT?

THIS ISN'T
THE ACTUAL SANTA CLAUS.

OH, REALLY?

SOME SAY HE DOESN'T EXIST,
PERIOD--

THAT HE'S A 19th-CENTURY
MARKETING GIMMICK.

I VENTURE NO OPINION ON THAT,
BUT THIS DEFINITELY ISN'T HIM.

THIS IS AN IMPOSTOR.

AND HOW CAN YOU TELL?

SANTA WOULD SMELL
LIKE REINDEER AND CHIMNEYS.

THIS MAN SMELLS LIKE
CHEAP WHISKEY.

UH, EXCUSE ME.
COULD YOU, UH,

REACH INSIDE THAT
OUTSIDE POCKET THERE?

YEAH, JUST THERE
NEAR THE CANDY CANES.

WHAT IS THAT?

CHRISTMAS CARD.

"MY LIFE IS A LIE.
FORGIVE ME."

WELL, IT'S NOT A TRADITIONAL
CHRISTMAS GREETING,

BUT IT HAS PUNCH
AND CONCISION.

VERY, UH, THOUGHTFUL OF HIM

TO PUT IT IN A PLASTIC BAGGIE
FOR US.

LETS US OUT.
IT'S A STRAIGHT-UP SUICIDE.
POSSIBLY.

BUT YOU DON'T THINK SO.

HERE IS A MAN THAT SPENDS
HIS TIME MAKING KIDS HAPPY--

PUTTING A LITTLE MAGIC IN
THEIR LIFE, GIVING THEM HOPE.
YEAH?

WOULD A MAN LIKE THAT
END HIS LIFE

MAKING SUCH A BLOODY SPECTACLE
OF HIMSELF?

IN CHARACTER,
IN A PUBLIC PLACE

WHERE CHILDREN ARE BOUND
TO SEE HIM AND SPOIL

THEIR CHRISTMASES FOREVER?
I DOUBT IT. THIS WAS MURDER.

OKAY, YOU MAY HAVE A POINT,
BUT, YOU KNOW,

LET'S KEEP AN OPEN MIND
ON THIS--
MURDER.

(instrumental "Jingle Bells"
playing)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS.

**

(indistinct conversations)

(siren wails)

(police radio chatter)

(woman) BENJAMIN RIPPLE HAS BEEN
A TENANT HERE FOR YEARS.

HE'D NEVER KILL HIMSELF.

HE ENJOYED HIS LIFE TOO MUCH,
AND HIS ART.

HIS ART?

THE ART OF BEING SANTA.

BENJAMIN LIVED BY THE TRADITIONS
OF ST. NICK YEAR-ROUND.
(unlocks door)

UH, WE'LL TAKE IT
FROM HERE. THANKS.

THANK YOU.

WELL...

WOW.

NOW THIS WAS A MAN WHO KNEW
HOW TO SUSTAIN A MOMENT.

(man, high-pitched voice)
* JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS

(sighs) I CAN'T BELIEVE
PEOPLE BUY THIS CRAP.
* JINGLE ALL THE WAY...

I SENSE A CHRISTMAS SPEECH
COMING ON.

NO, I JUST THINK PEOPLE
CAN CELEBRATE A HOLY DAY

WITHOUT LYING TO CHILDREN
ABOUT A MAGICAL FAT GUY

WITH A SACK FULL OF TOYS.
SO YOU TOOK THE WHOLE
SANTA REVELATION BADLY, HUH?

CRUSHED MY HEART
LIKE A CIGARETTE.

EXPLAINS WHY YOU'RE STILL
LOOKING FOR MAGIC IN YOUR LIFE.

BENJAMIN RIPPLE,
ON THE OTHER HAND,

CHOSE TO KEEP HIS CHILDHOOD
BELIEFS VERY MUCH ALIVE.

HE WAS HAPPIEST
WHEN HE WAS AT HOME.

HE FELT PROTECTED,
AND NOT SO POPULAR AT SCHOOL.

I'M GUESSING
HIS PARENTS DIED YOUNG.

SO TO COPE, HE TRANSFORMED
HIS MOST CHERISHED MEMORIES

INTO AN IDENTITY.

A SUCCESSFUL CAREER,

BASED ON THIS FATHER CHRISTMAS
FANTASY CHALET HERE.

A CAREER LIKE THIS?
"ST. NICK'S PICKS--

YOUR HOLIDAY DECORATION
SUPERSTORE."

IT'S A MAIL ORDER BUSINESS.

BENJAMIN RIPPLE WAS A SURVIVOR.

HIGHLY UNLIKELY
HE TOOK HIS OWN LIFE.

SO YOU THINK
THE SUICIDE WAS STAGED?

WELL, IT'S NOT TO SAY
HE WAS WITHOUT HIS SECRETS.

WE ALL HAVE SECRETS,
DON'T WE?

AND CHRISTMAS, WELL, IT'S...

FULL OF CONTRADICTIONS.

THE MAN THAT DEVOTED HIS LIFE
TO SPREADING JOY

COULD VERY LIKELY
BE HIDING A, UH...

WHAT IS THAT?
WHAT?

OH.

A SOBRIETY CHIP.

STILL WAITING ON FORENSICS,
BUT THE CORONER SAID

THAT SANTA'S BLOOD ALCOHOL
CONCENTRATION WAS .45.

THAT'S A LETHAL LEVEL.

SO MUCH FOR SOBRIETY.

WHY WOULD SOMEBODY
KILL THE VICTIM

IF HE WAS DYING OF BOOZE ANYWAY?

THAT SUGGESTS SUICIDE,
NOT MURDER.
SO DOES HIS BANK ACCOUNT.
I RAN RIPPLE'S FINANCIALS.

HIS MAIL ORDER BUSINESS
WAS HIT HARD BY THE RECESSION.

IT'S ALMOST BANKRUPT.
SO HIS BUSINESS TAKES A DIVE,
RIPPLE STARTS DRINKING,

THEN HE TAKES A DIVE
STRAIGHT OFF HIS BUILDING.
GUESS AGAIN.

I SHOWED THE SUICIDE NOTE
TO OUR HANDWRITING ANALYST,

COMPARED IT TO ATTESTED SAMPLES
OF RIPPLE'S SIGNATURE.

HE DIDN'T WRITE THE NOTE.
AND WE'RE BACK TO MURDER. WHAT
ELSE DO WE KNOW ABOUT RIPPLE?

UH, HE'S PRESIDENT
OF SOMETHING CALLED

THE NATIONAL SOCIETY
OF AUTHENTIC SANTAS.

WHAT'S THAT?
IT'S A FRATERNAL GROUP DEDICATED

TO THE ACCURATE PORTRAYAL
OF SANTA CLAUS.

ONE OF RIPPLE'S NEIGHBORS
TOLD ME ABOUT IT.

THEY'RE HAVING A CONVENTION
DOWNTOWN.
RIGSBY, YOU AND VAN PELT
HEAD OVER THERE,

SEE WHAT YOU CAN FIND OUT...

AFTER HIGHTOWER'S BRIEFING
ON THE JOHNSON KILLING.

WHAT DOES SHE HAVE
TO BRIEF US FOR?

SOMEONE TORCHED A COP KILLER.
IT HAPPENED IN OUR HOUSE.
IT'S NOT RIGHT.

HE WAS A COP KILLER.
GOOD RIDDANCE.

YEAH, OKAY, ZIP IT IF YOU KNOW
WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU.

WALK OVER.
I'M GONNA GO ROUND UP JANE.

(Hightower) TWO DAYS AGO,

A SUSPECT WAS DOUSED
IN AN ACCELERANT

AND SET ALIGHT
IN A CBI HOLDING CELL.

THIS WAS NOT KARMA,
ROUGH JUSTICE, PAYBACK.

THIS WAS A CRIMINAL ACT.

THE HOMICIDE INVESTIGATION
WILL BE LED BY J.J. LaROCHE,

THE NEW HEAD OF
OUR PROFESSIONAL STANDARDS UNIT.

THANK YOU.

WHO THE HELL IS J.J. LaROCHE?

(murmuring)

EXCUSE ME.
(Rigsby) SORRY.

(man clears throat)

THANK YOU, MS. HIGHTOWER.

IT'S VERY LIKELY THAT ONE
OF YOU PEOPLE HERE IN THIS ROOM

IS THE MURDERER.

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

OKAY, LIGHTS, PLEASE.

WE'RE GOING TO RUN
THROUGH THE FACTS NOW...

(projector whirring)
(clears throat) SO THAT WE ARE
ALL ON THE SAME PAGE.

(click)

THE VICTIM WAS TODD JOHNSON.

E.M.T.

RESPONSIBLE FOR KILLING
SIX POLICEMEN

AND A YOUNG WOMAN,
THAT WE KNOW OF.

(click)

OUR UPDATED SECURITY SYSTEM

HAS PROVIDED ME
WITH A VERY ACCURATE LIST

OF EVERYBODY WHO WAS
IN THIS BUILDING

AT THE TIME OF THE MURDER.

(under breath) THIS GUY
SHOULD CHARGE ADMISSION.

I WILL BE TALKING SELECTIVELY
WITH SOME OF YOU ON THE LIST

OVER THE NEXT DAYS,

MY PEOPLE WILL BE TAKING BLOOD,
HAIR, AND TISSUE SAMPLES

FROM EVERYBODY ON THE LIST.

YOUR COOPERATION IS EXPECTED
AND APPRECIATED.

UH, EXCUSE ME.
YES.

WHY THE SAMPLES?

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

WAYNE RIGSBY.

(pen clicks)

(mutters) WAYNE...

(normal voice) WAYNE...

WE NEED THE SAMPLES...

TO TEST FOR ACCELERANTS.
(pen clicks)

THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST.

ANY OTHER QUESTIONS?

(flames whoosh)

(whispers) TYGER, TYGER...

(fire extinguisher hisses)

(LaRoche)
YOU REMEMBERED SOMETHING.

DID I?

YES, YOU DID. WHAT WAS IT?

THE SMELL OF A MAN BURNING.
DO YOU KNOW THAT SMELL?

YES. VERY LIKE BARBECUE.

BUT WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S NOT
WHAT I'M REFERRING TO.

A LIGHTER.

I OPENED THE DOOR,
TODD WAS ON FIRE,

AND THERE WAS A GREEN LIGHTER
ON THE BENCH.

BUT IT WASN'T
IN THE EVIDENCE REPORT.

YOU READ THE EVIDENCE REPORT.
OH, MORE LIKE SKIMMED.

YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS ARE
NOT EXACTLY SUMMER READING,

BUT I GET PAID TO CONSULT,
SO SKIM I DO.

IT'S ON ITS WAY
TO THE FBI CRIME LAB.

MAY I?

NO.

(sighs)

I WON'T BE NEEDING
YOUR CONSULTATION ON THIS CASE.

BUT YOU AND I WILL TALK
THIS AFTERNOON.

LOOK FORWARD TO IT.

(children)
* TOYS AND CANDY CANES

* AROUND THE CHRISTMAS TREE

* JOY AND HAPPINESS
WITH ALL THE FAMILY *

**

WOW. SANTAPALOOZA.

(man) ...FOR SANTA HENRY'S
SOCIAL MEDIA WORKSHOP AT 3:00.

AND, UH, DON'T FORGET
TO BUY YOUR RAFFLE TICKETS

FOR THE JINGLE BALL TONIGHT.

OH, HI. I'M BOB.
CAN I HELP YOU?

AGENT WAYNE RIGSBY. THIS IS
AGENT VAN PELT. WE'RE FROM CBI.

OH, YOU'RE HERE ABOUT BENJAMIN.

(sighs)

HE SHOULD BE UP HERE, NOT ME.

I MEAN, WE'RE JUST ALL TRYING
TO MOVE AHEAD HERE.

IT'S WHAT HE'D WANT.
WERE YOU CLOSE WITH THE VICTIM?

YES, I WAS. UM, WE ALL WERE--

LIAR!

YOU HATED BENJAMIN.

YOU WERE TRYING
TO KICK HIM OUT OF OFFICE.

WELL, CONGRATULATIONS.
YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED.
AND YOU ARE?

TONY.

AND THAT MAN HAD A VENDETTA
AGAINST BENJAMIN

BECAUSE HE WANTED
TO OPEN OUR DOORS

TO SANTAS OF ALL RACES,
CREEDS, AND COLORS.

WHICH WILL NEVER HAPPEN.

(murmuring)

LOOK, IF SANTA ISN'T WHITE,
MALE, AND CHRISTIAN,

THEN WHAT THE HECK IS HE?
HE'S EVERYONE. HE'S THE SPIRIT
OF GENEROSITY IN ALL OF US.

HE'S THE--
OH, WOULD YOU BE QUIET,
YOU DUMB HIPPIE?

(object clatters)
HEY! HEY! OKAY, LET'S JUST--

LET'S JUST GO FOR
A LITTLE DRIVE, SHALL WE?

EVERYTHING'S FINE.
JUST... CARRY ON.

(instrumental "Santa Claus
is Coming to Town" playing)

HAPPY HANUKKAH. (sighs)

FELIZ NAVIDAD.

WHERE'S PATRICK JANE?

IN THE FIELD.

(sighs) THAT'S INCONVENIENT.

I'M SORRY.
IS THERE A PROBLEM?

YES.

JANE IS THE LEAD SUSPECT
IN MY INVESTIGATION,

AND I CAN'T FIND HIM.

JANE'S YOUR LEAD SUSPECT?

YOU SMILE.

YOU THINK HE'S NOT
CAPABLE OF MURDER?

HE'S CAPABLE.
I'M SMILING BECAUSE

IT'S AN ABSURD IDEA,
JANE KILLING JOHNSON.

HE CAUGHT HIM.
HE PUT HIM IN THAT CELL.

HE WAS THE LAST PERSON
TO SEE HIM ALIVE IN THAT CELL.

AND I WAS NEXT TO LAST.

LOOK, JOHNSON ASKED
TO SPEAK WITH JANE.

HE SAID HE HAD A SECRET
HE WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE ELSE.

(pen clicks)
JANE DIDN'T WANT TO SEE HIM.
I MADE HIM GO.

THE GUY WAS ON FIRE
WHEN HE OPENED THE CELL DOOR.

WHY WOULD JANE KILL HIM?

THAT'S WHAT I SHALL ASK HIM...
(pen clicks)

WHEN I FIND HIM.

(cell phone rings)

HEY, LISBON.
Uh, LaRoche is looking
for you.

OH. WISH HIM LUCK.
JANE, YOU DON'T
WANT TO RILE THIS ONE UP.

YOU SHOULD PROBABLY
COME IN.

Uh, did you track down Ripple's
alcohol recovery group?

WELL, I THINK I FOUND
WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR.

GOTTA GO!

(cell phone snaps shut)

(waves splash)

(clicking)

HEY, VIRGIL.

PATRICK.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

YOUR OLD ASSISTANT
TOLD ME WHERE TO FIND YOU.

I NEED YOUR HELP.
WELL, THAT'S A TWIST.

YOU NEVER NEEDED MY HELP
WHEN I WAS YOUR BOSS.

WHAT HELP COULD I BE NOW?

A COP-KILLER BURNED ALIVE
IN CBI CUSTODY.
I HEARD.

LISTEN, IF IT'S ANYTHING TO DO
WITH THAT, I DON'T WANT TO--

WHOEVER SET THE FIRE
WORKS FOR RED JOHN.

JANE...

HE WAS A MEMBER
OF RED JOHN'S NETWORK.

AND ANOTHER MEMBER
OF HIS NETWORK

KILLED HIM TO STOP HIM
FROM TALKING.

BUT HERE'S THE THING--RED JOHN
DOESN'T KNOW I KNOW THAT.

FOR THE FIRST TIME,
I HAVE THE ADVANTAGE.

YOU SOUND NUTS,
MY FRIEND. (laughs)

NO, TH-THIS IS REAL.

IF I CAN FIND WHO KILLED
TODD JOHNSON,

I CAN TRACE THEM BACK
TO RED JOHN.

I NEED
LaROCHE'S SUSPECT LIST,

WHICH YOU, WITH ALL
YOUR BACK-CHANNEL CONTACTS,

CAN GET ME.

WHAT DOES LISBON
THINK OF YOUR THEORY?

I CAN'T TELL HER.
THAT'D PUT HER AT RISK.

OF COURSE.

AND WHAT ABOUT ME?

YOU'RE A BRAVE OLD MAN
WITH NOTHING TO LOSE.

NOT SO BRAVE.

NOT SO OLD.

WHAT DO YOU SAY?
WILL YOU HELP ME?

(sighs) YOU NEED
A DIFFERENT KIND OF HELP.

RED JOHN HAS TURNED YOU INTO
A PARANOID CONSPIRACY FREAK.

THIS FROM A GUY ON A PIER WITH 2
40s UNDER HIS CHAIR

AND NO FISH IN HIS BUCKET?

YOU'RE NOT EVEN USING
THE RIGHT BAIT.

AM SO.
(clicking)

WHAT DO YOU DO
WHEN YOU CATCH ONE?

DEPENDS ON WHAT KIND
OF FISH IT IS.
NO.

WHEN YOU CATCH ONE,
NO MATTER WHAT KIND IT IS,

YOU WILL STOP
AND YOU WILL LOOK AT IT,

AT THIS PIECE OF LIFE
THAT YOU DESTROYED,

AND YOU WILL THINK
TO YOURSELF,

"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE,
A DRUNKEN FISH-KILLER,

WHEN I COULD BE DOING
SOMETHING USEFUL?"

AND THEN YOU'LL CALL ME.

YOU, WITH THE GRUDGE,
WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?

(sighs) HAVING SOME DRINKS
WITH THE GUYS.

THEY WERE PLOTTING WAYS TO
REPLACE BENJAMIN AS PRESIDENT.
HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?

IS IT TRUE?

LOOK, I'M HEAD
OF THE STEERING COMMITTEE.

BENJAMIN WAS USING
OUR SOCIETY AS A PLATFORM

TO PROMOTE
HIS ONLINE BUSINESS.

AND HOW'D YOU KNOW WHAT THEY
WERE TALKING ABOUT LAST NIGHT?

I WAS SITTING TWO STOOLS AWAY
AT THE HOTEL BAR.

THEY HAD NO IDEA WHO I WAS
WITHOUT THE BEARD.
OH, GEE, A SPY!

A CONCERNED MEMBER
OF THE N.S.A.S.

THEY WERE TRYING TO TAKE OVER
HIS POSITION.

AND THEY WERE DROOLING
OVER HIS DATE.

THE VICTIM HAD A DATE
AT THE BAR?
NO, AT THE OPENING NIGHT MIXER.

AN ATTRACTIVE YOUNG WOMAN.
YOU CALLED HER
HIS HO-HO-HO.

OH, COME ON. YOU CAN'T TELL ME
THAT BENJAMIN DIDN'T PAY FOR HER

WITH THE PROCEEDS
FROM THAT ONLINE SUPERSTORE

THAT HE BUILT ON OUR BACKS!
EITHER OF YOU HAPPEN TO CATCH
THE NAME OF THIS WOMAN?

ROXY.
ROXY.

SO, WE WERE ALL
CLOSE TO BENJAMIN.

(sighs)

I WAS HIS SPONSOR
FOR TEN YEARS.

BUT REALLY,
HE HELPED MEUP.

IT'S OKAY, I'M OKAY.
THANKS.

LET'S JUST FORGE AHEAD.
(laughs)

(inhales deeply)

ARE THERE ANY NEWCOMERS IN THEIR
FIRST FEW DAYS OF SOBRIETY

WHO WOULD LIKE A WELCOME CHIP?

UM...

WHY NOT?

OH, OKAY.

THANK YOU VERY--
THANK YOU.

OKAY.

(applause)

(chuckles) HMM!

GUESS I'LL BE A NEWCOMER
EVERY DAY.

IT'S CUSTOMARY
TO INTRODUCE YOURSELF.

FIRST NAME ONLY.

PATRICK.

(all) HI, PATRICK.

HI, FOLKS.

ANYBODY WHO CAN SPONSOR PATRICK,
PLEASE RAISE YOUR HAND.

WOULD YOU?

UH... (chuckles)

SURE. SURE.

UM, OF--OF COURSE.
I'D BE HAPPY TO.

THANK YOU.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SHARE,
PATRICK?

UH...

UH, NO, I'M NOT--I'M NOT
READY TO SHARE. NOT YET, THANKS.

WELL, NOBODY WILL THINK LESS
OF YOU IF YOU DON'T,

BUT YOU WON'T FIND A MORE
SUPPORTIVE GROUP THAN WE ARE.

WE ALL...

FIND RELIEF IN SHARING OUR--OUR
DAILY STRUGGLE WITH ADDICTION.

WELL, TO BE PERFECTLY HONEST,
I'M NOT AN ADDICT.

I, UM...

WELL, THAT'S...

THAT'S NOT STRICTLY TRUE.
I DO HAVE AN ADDICTION.

GO ON.

YOU'RE SAFE HERE.

IT, UM...

DESTROYED MY FAMILY.

BUT I-I C--I CAN'T
TALK ABOUT IT. I...

IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T WANT TO.

IT'S JUST, I HAVE SO MANY BAD
THINGS IN MY HEAD THAT I'D...

LIKE TO THROW OUT, I JUST...

IF I START TALKING ABOUT IT...

I...

JUST DON'T KNOW
THAT I'LL BE ABLE TO STOP.

EXCUSE ME.

(woman) ANYBODY ELSE
WANNA SHARE?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

WATCHING YOU.

YOU HAVE SUBSTANCE ABUSE
ISSUES, PATRICK?

THERE'S NO TAG FOR THAT
IN YOUR FILES.

I'M ON A CASE.

YOU'RE TELLING ME THOSE WORDS
BACK THERE--THEY WEREN'T REAL?

I MEAN, YOU'RE SWEATING.

SIMPLE PARLOR TRICK.

WITH BIOFEEDBACK, YOU CAN
TRAIN YOUR MIND TO CONTROL

INVOLUNTARY BODY PROCESSES--
HEART RATE, BLOOD PRESSURE...

TEMPERATURE.

I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED
THE PERFORMANCE.

SO YOU'RE WORKING UNDERCOVER?

WHICH YOU JUST BLEW FOR ME.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

WELL, I DOUBT THAT.

UP TO THE MOMENT YOU LEFT,
YOU HAD THEM TRANSFIXED.

WHAT'S THAT LIKE...

SUCH POWER OVER PEOPLE?

YOU TELL ME.

I EXPECT THIS ROBOCOP ROUTINE
OF YOURS NORMALLY WORKS

QUITE EFFECTIVELY.
(clears throat)

NORMALLY.

BUT YOU SEEM IMMUNE, SO I MAY
HAVE TO STEP UP MY EFFORTS.

OR WE COULD GO BACK
TO CBI RIGHT NOW

AND CONDUCT THE INTERVIEW
YOU OWE ME.

(woman)
PATRICK? EVERYTHING OKAY?

YEAH, I WAS JUST GETTING
SOME AIR.

I'LL COME BACK IN NOW.

WHOO!

HOW WAS RIPPLE'S A.A. GROUP?
DID YOU LEARN ANYTHING?

YES. THEY'RE VERY BIG
ON HUGS.

ABOUT THE VICTIM?

WELL, I'LL LEARN MORE TOMORROW
WHEN I SPEAK WITH HIS SPONSOR,

WHO IS NOW MY SPONSOR, TOO.

MAY WALTERS. LOVELY LADY--
OR A KILLER. I CAN'T TELL.

YOU WENT UNDERCOVER?

YES. WHY IS THAT SO HARD
TO ACCEPT?
YOU NEVER GO UNDERCOVER.

PRECISELY. I WANTED TO HAVE SOME
FUN, JUST LIKE YOU GUYS SEEM TO.

(sighs) ANYTHING
ON THE OTHER SANTAS?

SANTA BOB HAS MOTIVE.
I'M RUNNING DOWN HIS ALIBI.

THEY DID GIVE US A NEW LEAD.

HELLO, ROXY RHODES.
(Cho) REAL NAME--
ROXANNE RABINOVICH.

NO RECORD, BUT SHE WORKS
AT AN ELITE ESCORT SERVICE.

SPENT AN EVENING WITH THE VICTIM
THE NIGHT BEFORE HE DIED.

WHOA. SANTA GOT SOME
NAUGHTY THIS YEAR.
YEAH.

WE SHOULD BRING HER IN HERE
TOMORROW.
YEAH, I CAN QUESTION HER.

IT'S MY LEAD.
JUST OFFERING TO HELP OUT.

ALL RIGHT.
WE HAVE A SITUATION. SOMEONE
BROKE INTO RIPPLE'S APARTMENT.

NOW TWO HOURS AFTER WE
CLEARED THE CRIME SCENE,

WE GET A CALL FROM A NEIGHBOR,

SAYS SHE HEARS A LOT OF CRASHING
INSIDE THE APARTMENT.

LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING.

(sighs)
ANY SIGNS OF FORCED ENTRY?

NONE. WE THINK SOMEBODY
HAD THE KEY.

MUST HAVE BEEN
ONE OF THE ELVES. (chuckles)

DO YOU KNOW THIS MAN?

SURE. BENJAMIN.
WE HUNG OUT.

HE WAS MURDERED TWO DAYS AGO.

OKAY.

YOU DON'T SEEM
VERY BROKEN UP OVER THIS.

WHY SHOULD I BE?
I DON'T MARRY THEM.

JUST PROVIDE
A STANDARD G.F.E.

G.F.E.?
GIRLFRIEND EXPERIENCE.

I'M PAID TO SHOW UP
AND ACT LIKE I LIKE THEM,

BUT I DON'T GET EMOTIONALLY
INVOLVED WITH CLIENTS.

THAT WAY MADNESS LIES,
YOU KNOW?

AND RIPPLE WAS A CLIENT.
NO...

BUT YOU WERE HIS DATE
AT THE SANTA CONVENTION?
I WAS PAID BY SOMEONE ELSE.

AND HOW DOES THAT WORK?

I'M PAID TO ATTEND A.A. MEETINGS
AND RECOVERY GROUPS

AND RECRUIT PATIENTS.

PATIENTS FOR WHAT?
THIS MAN, JACK WILDER.

HE OWNS A TREATMENT FACILITY
FOR ALCOHOL ADDICTION.

VERY EXCLUSIVE.

ONLY THE FINANCIALLY SECURE
CAN AFFORD IT.

SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT--
WILDER HIRES YOU

TO CRUISE A.A. MEETINGS
LOOKING FOR RICH DRUNKS?

I MEET 'EM, CHAT 'EM UP,
AND TELL THEM

ABOUT THIS MIRACULOUS TREATMENT
FACILITY THAT CHANGED MY LIFE.

SO YOU UNDERWENT THE TREATMENT?

NO. (chuckles)
TEQUILA IS MY DEAR FRIEND.

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THE CENTER
DIDN'T CHANGE MY LIFE.

YOU SHOULD SEE MY NEW JAGUAR.

NO DOUBT.

DO YOU HAVE AN ADDRESS
FOR WILDER?

YOU WERE VERY BRAVE
YESTERDAY,

SHARING LIKE THAT.

NAH. YOU WERE IN LOVE
WITH BENJAMIN, WEREN'T YOU?

IT'S WHY THE PROGRAM DOESN'T
ENCOURAGE OPPOSITE-SEX SPONSORS.

BUT HE DIDN'T RETURN
THE FEELINGS.

I THINK HE DID...

IN HIS OWN WAY.

BUT BENJAMIN HAD
HIS PRIORITIES.

THE RED SUIT.

I IMAGINE THAT LEFT YOU
FEELING IGNORED? ALONE? ANGRY?

GOT THAT RIGHT.

ANGRY ENOUGH
TO DESTROY HIS HOME?

WHO ARE YOU?

I'M A CONSULTANT FOR THE CBI.

WE'RE INVESTIGATING
BENJAMIN'S MURDER.
YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR ADDICTION?

NO. THAT'S REAL ENOUGH,
I SUPPOSE.

WHERE WERE YOU THE NIGHT
BENJAMIN WAS KILLED?

ALONE IN MY APARTMENT.

MAY, THEY'RE GONNA TREAT YOU
LIKE A SUSPECT.

YOU DESTROYED
THEIR CRIME SCENE.

I WENT THERE
TO FIND SOMETHING.

YOU KNOW, TO--TO REMEMBER
BENJAMIN BY?

WHEN I SAW THE DECORATIONS,
I-I GOT MAD.

SANTA WAS...

WAS ANOTHER FORM OF ADDICTION
FOR BENJAMIN.

ANY TIME ANYTHING CUTS YOU OFF
FROM EXPERIENCING YOUR LIFE,

I-IT'S UNHEALTHY, RIGHT?

WOULDN'T KNOW.

LAST WEEK,

FOR THE FIRST TIME
IN TEN YEARS,

HE TOOK A SHOT OF VODKA.

IT CRUSHED BOTH OF US.

IS THIS WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING
FOR IN BENJAMIN'S APARTMENT?

(gasps)

BEST TEN YEARS OF MY LIFE.

(pen scribbles)

JACK WILDER,
BEHAVIORAL THERAPIST.

SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING.

AGENT LISBON, VAN PELT.
WE'RE WITH THE CBI.

WE CAME TO SEE IF

BENJAMIN RIPPLE
WAS A PATIENT HERE.

UH, YOU KNOW WHAT? LET'S TALK
ABOUT THIS IN MY OFFICE.

THIS IS A LICENSED
MEDICAL FACILITY, LADIES.

MY CLIENT LIST IS PRIVILEGED.

ARE YOU A DOCTOR?

TECHNICALLY, NO,
BUT I DO HAVE A LICENSE--

WELL, THIS IS A HOMICIDE
INVESTIGATION. YOU'RE A SUSPECT.

THERE IS NO PRIVILEGE HERE.

HOMICIDE? BENJAMIN'S DEAD?

WITH ENOUGH ALCOHOL IN
HIS SYSTEM TO KILL AN ELEPHANT.

A GIRL FROM AN ESCORT SERVICE
SAYS THAT YOU PAID HER

TO STEER BENJAMIN TO
YOUR CLINIC. IS THAT CORRECT?

THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. MY CLIENTS
WOULD NEVER TAKE A DRINK

SO SOON AFTER TREATMENT.
WHEN DID HE DIE?

TWO NIGHTS AGO.

WHEN DID YOU TREAT HIM?

TWO NIGHTS AGO.

AVERSION THERAPY CAN BE USED
TO TREAT ANY BAD HABIT--

UH, SMOKING, ALCOHOLISM,
GAMBLING, VIOLENCE...

SEXUAL DEVIANCY.

MY METHODS ARE BASED

ON CLASSICAL CONDITIONING
TECHNIQUES.

PLEASE.
(door squeaks)

I CAN TURN THE PLEASURABLE
ACTIVITY OF DRINKING

INTO A REPULSIVE ONE

BY PAIRING IT
WITH NOXIOUS SMELLS,

NAUSEA-INDUCING MEDICATION,

LOW-GRADE ELECTRIC SHOCK.

OF COURSE, I RECORD ALL
MY SESSIONS ON A HARD DRIVE

FOR INSURANCE REASONS, SO...
(click)

UH... AH, HERE WE GO.

HE'S BLOWING .20.

150 OVER 90.
WE SHOULD STOP NOW.
HE'S OKAY.

WHO IS THAT NURSE THERE?
UH, LAILAH BLOOM.

REGISTERED NURSE. TEN YEARS
E.R. EXPERIENCE BEHIND HER.

SHE MONITORS MY PATIENTS
EVERY STEP OF THE WAY.

WE HAVE VERY STRICT
SAFETY PROTOCOLS.

HOW YOU FEELING, BENJAMIN?

BEAUTIFUL. (chuckles)

UH, SLEEPY.

I LOVE THIS GUY.
(chuckles)

ALL RIGHT, YOU CAN TURN
THE CAMERA OFF NOW.

LET'S GET YOU HOME.
(Velcro rips)

(click)

AS YOU CAN SEE,
HE WAS PERFECTLY FINE.

AFTER TREATMENT, I DROVE
BENJAMIN BACK TO HIS APARTMENT.

YOU WERE INSIDE HIS HOME
THE NIGHT HE WAS KILLED.

I MAKE SURE ALL MY PATIENTS
GET HOME SAFELY.

(sighs)
(clatter)

WHAT I OFFER HERE IS A VERY
PERSONAL, HANDS-ON THERAPY.

IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE
EFFECTIVE CHANGE

IN PEOPLE'S LIVES.
THAT AND CALL GIRLS.

IT'S AN INTERESTING WAY
TO DRUM UP BUSINESS.

WHAT YOU SEE AS A CALL GIRL,
I SEE AS A MARKETING EXPERT

WITH KEEN INSIGHTS
INTO THE NEEDS AND DESIRES

OF MY CLIENTELE. I FOCUS ON
HIGHLY DRIVEN PROFESSIONALS.

GIVE US A FEW MINUTES?
SORRY.

MEN LIKE BENJAMIN
HAVE MORE TO LOSE

IF THEY CAN'T CONTROL
THEIR URGES.

BEFORE YOU TRASH MY METHODS,
TALK TO MY PATIENTS.

MY SUCCESS RATE IS HIGHER THAN
ANY ALCOHOL TREATMENT CENTER

IN THE STATE.

EXCUSE ME.
I NEED TO MAKE A CALL.

AND I'D LIKE TO SEE
THAT ENTIRE VIDEO.

(paper shuffling)

LAILAH, RIGHT?
YOU OKAY?

FINE.

NO, YOU'RE NOT.

TALK TO ME.

(sighs) DID MR. WILDER
TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED

AFTER I TURNED OFF THE CAMERA?

BENJAMIN PASSED OUT.

HIS BREATHING WAS SHALLOW,
HIS TEMPERATURE WAS DROPPING.

ALCOHOL POISONING?

YES.

I TOLD MR. WILDER WE SHOULD
GET BENJAMIN TO A DOCTOR--

A MEDICALDOCTOR.

BUT HE SAID HE HAD IT
UNDER CONTROL,

AND THEY LEFT.

HAS ANYTHING LIKE THAT EVER
HAPPENED HERE BEFORE?

LOOK, I THINK MR. WILDER
IS A GREAT MAN, OKAY?

I GREW UP
WITH ALCOHOLIC PARENTS,

SO I'M A BIG BELIEVER IN
PUSHING LIMITS TO FIND A CURE.

BUT NOW...

I DON'T KNOW.

THANKS FOR TALKING TO ME.

(sighs)

LAILAH SAID RIPPLE WAS SHOWING
SIGNS OF ALCOHOL POISONING.

THE CORONER TOLD ME
THAT'S CONSISTENT

WITH WHAT HE FOUND
AT AUTOPSY.
OKAY, SO JACK WILDER DRIVES
RIPPLE HOME.

MAYBE RIPPLE PASSES OUT,
WILDER CAN'T REVIVE HIM,

SO HE STAGES A SUICIDE
RATHER THAN RISK LOSING IT ALL.

THERE'S ONLY ONE PROBLEM.

THE EVIDENCE IS CIRCUMSTANTIAL.
ALL OF IT.

I DON'T EVEN THINK WE HAVE
ENOUGH FOR A SEARCH WARRANT.

WHAT KIND
OF CHARACTER WITNESS

DO YOU THINK LAILAH
WOULD MAKE IN COURT?
SHE DOES
FEEL LOYALTY FOR WILDER.

I CHECKED
HER EMPLOYMENT HISTORY.

SHE LEFT A $70,000 JOB
AT SACRAMENTO GENERAL

TWO MONTHS AGO TO WORK FOR HIM.

ON THE OTHER HAND,
BOTH HER PARENTS WERE ALCOHOLIC.

I THINK THAT'S WHERE
HER REAL SYMPATHY LIES.

PARENTS WERE ALCOHOLIC?

HER MOM DIED IN A CAR CRASH.

SHE WAS DRUNK.

CIRRHOSIS OF THE LIVER
TOOK HER DAD.

ALSO ALCOHOL-RELATED.

CHANCE HAS THRUST OUR WAY A VERY
SORDID AND VEXING PROBLEM.

BUT HAVE NO FEAR.

WE DON'T.

I DO. WHAT'S YOUR PLAN?

THANK YOU FOR, UH,
FITTING ME IN.

OUR CORPORATE RETREAT
IS IN TWO DAYS.
THAT'S WHY IT'S CRUCIAL
TO GET STARTED NOW.

(clears throat) YOU'RE SURE
YOU'VE HAD NOTHING TO EAT TODAY?
NO, NO, NO.

TO STRESSED TO EAT.

THEY SAY IT'S A RAFTING TRIP.
IT'S REALLY JUST AN EXCUSE

TO DRINK LIKE GERMANS
FOR A WEEKEND.

(sighs) I CAN'T AFFORD TO SLIP.
I'M UP FOR C.E.O.

DON'T WORRY, PATRICK.
ALL BEHAVIOR IS LEARNED.

AND WITH MY HELP, SOON,

YOUR UNWANTED BEHAVIOR
WILL BE UNLEARNED.

NOW I WANT YOU
TO TAKE THIS DIAL.
MM-HMM.

AND SELECT A LEVEL OF CURRENT

THAT'S UNCOMFORTABLE
BUT NOT PAINFUL.

(electric humming)
(chuckles)

TICKLES.

OOH. OKAY.

TOUCHY.

TONIGHT, WE ARE GONNA TAKE
THE FUN OUT OF DRINKING FOR YOU.

LAILAH, POUR THE MAN
SOME WHISKEY.

AH.

BOTTOMS UP.

(electric thrumming)
MM! OOH. I FELT THAT.
(chuckles)

I DID FEEL THAT.

OUR GOAL IS TO ASSOCIATE ALCOHOL
AND ALL OF ITS SOCIAL RITUALS

WITH THE UNPLEASANT SENSATION

OF ELECTRICITY
RUNNING THROUGH YOUR BODY.

OKAY.

(electric thrumming)
(laughing)

(electric thrumming)
MM. MM! (laughs)

(hissing)

(clatter)
(Wilder) GOOD.

GOOD, GOOD.

TAXI.

HOW YOU FEELING, PATRICK?

WELL, LAILAH, I'M PROBABLY
NOT GOING TO REMEMBER MUCH

ABOUT TONIGHT,
SO LET'S JUST TAKE A MOMENT

TO REMEMBER
THIS MOMENT FOREVER TOGETHER.

YOU HAVE BROWN EYES
AND YOU'RE WEARING EARRINGS.

I'LL NEVER FORGET THAT.
TIME TO RAISE THE CURRENT.

REALLY?
(beep)

THESE RESTRAINTS WILL MAKE SURE
YOU DON'T ACCIDENTALLY

DISLODGE YOUR ELECTRODES.

WE DON'T WANNA DISLODGE
ANY ELECTRODES, DO WE, DOC?

READY FOR THE NEXT ONE?

UH... HERE'S TO SOBRIETY.
(slurps)

(click, thrumming)
MM! (gulps)

MM! MM!

UHH! (groans)

OOH.

(voice echoing)
THIS IS THE LAST ONE.

ARE YOU OKAY?

(voice echoing)
HE'S FINE, LAILAH.

HE'S JUST A LITTLE TIPSY.
THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE.

PLEASE CONTINUE.

(weakly) OH. OKAY.

(click, thrumming)
MM. MM! MM!

(thrumming continues)

WHOA. OH.

UH.

I FEEL LIKE...
I CAN MOVE.

THE AIR DOESN'T STOP ME.

(breathing deeply)
(hiss, hiss)

HIS EYES ARE PRETTY RED.
YOURS ARE GLAZED.
YOU BEEN EATING DOUGHNUTS?

THE PATIENT'S BLOOD PRESSURE
IS TOO LOW. SOMETHING'S WRONG.

NO, IT'S OKAY. YOU SET ME FREE
OF ALL MY PAIN.

IRREGULAR HEARTBEAT.
SKIN'S ICE.
NO, NO, NO.

IT'S IMPOSSIBLE. I CALCULATED
HIS BODY WEIGHT.
THIS MAN WILL GO
INTO CARDIAC ARREST

WITHOUT EMERGENCY
MEDICAL CARE.

GO CALL 9-1-1. GO!

(clatter)

I'LL SET YOU FREE.

FOREVER.

GOTCHA.

WHOA,
LITTLE HEAD SPIN THERE.

YOU CAN'T BE CONSCIOUS.
YOUR VITALS...

LITTLE BIOFEEDBACK TRICK.

WELL, NOT SO LITTLE
WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK.

CAT'S IN THE BAG.
COME ON IN.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

I'M A COP.

WELL, COP-ADJACENT.
THIS PLACE IS SURROUNDED.

IT'S A COMPLEX
LITTLE TRANSMITTER.

SURVEILLANCE VAN OUT THE FRONT
FULL OF PEOPLE WITH LARGE GUNS.

YOU ARE IN TROUBLE.

(click)

(giggles) YOU'RE LYING.

LET ME GUESS.
190-PROOF ALCOHOL.

SAME GUT-ROT
YOU SHOT INTO RIPPLE.

THE GOOD DOCTOR HERE
THINKS YOU'RE AN ANGEL.

I AM AN ANGEL.

YEAH. AN ANGEL OF DEATH.

YOU KNOW, I HAD A HUNCH

SOON AS I FOUND OUT
ABOUT YOUR PANTS.

PARDON ME. YOUR PARENTS.

YOU'VE EXPERIENCED
A LOT OF PAIN.
ALCOHOL CAUSES PAIN.
LONELINESS.

IT WAS YOU THAT OVERDOSED
RIPPLE. IT WASN'T WILDER.

HE LEFT AND YOU WENT IN.

HOW DID YOU GET
INTO BENJAMIN'S APARTMENT?

WHEN BENJAMIN WAS DRUNK,

HE MENTIONED
WHERE HE KEPT HIS SPARE KEY.

POOR THING WAS HURTING
SO BADLY INSIDE.

BENJAMIN, WAKE UP.
IT'S IMPORTANT.
HMM? HUH?

UH...
THERE ARE CHILDREN OUTSIDE.

OH...
THEY WANNA SEE SANTA.

OH, CAN'T LET
THE CHILDREN DOWN. (groans)

("Carol Of The Bells" playing)

UHH. I'M NOT FEELING
SO GOOD.

ALL YOU GOTTA DO
IS WAVE AT THEM.

(Lailah) YOU SEE 'EM DOWN THERE?
(Benjamin) NO.

MAYBE IF YOU LEAN
A LITTLE FURTHER.

OH.
YOU SEE 'EM?

**

(thud)
OHH!

DO YOU KNOW
THE ONE PART OF THE BODY

THAT CORONERS RARELY INSPECT
FOR NEEDLE MARKS?

INSIDE THE NAVEL.

OH! OH!

UH, CAT'S IN THE BAG, AND THE
BAG'S ALMOST IN THE RIVER!

IF I END YOUR SUFFERING NOW,

JACK WILL BE BLAMED
FOR BOTH DEATHS.

AND LET'S FACE IT,
JACK NEEDS TO BE STOPPED.

HE'S A LITTLE CRAZY.

AAH.

(screaming)
DROP THE NEEDLE!

PUT IT DOWN! NOW!
(clatter)

I'M SORRY. WE DIDN'T MEAN
TO CUT IT THIS CLOSE.

THIS PLACE IS A MAZE.
TURN AROUND.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
(handcuffs clicking)

OH, YEAH. I'M FINE.
I'M STILL HOME.

WOULD YOU TAKE ME DRUNK?

(Patrick) MR. LaROCHé.
(Lisbon) WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?

I'VE COME TO QUESTION JANE ABOUT
THE MURDER OF TODD JOHNSON.

UNLESS HE ANSWERS MY QUESTIONS,
HIS STATUS AS A CBI CONSULTANT

WILL FALL
UNDER IMMEDIATE REVIEW.

NO MORE WAITING,
NO MORE DUCKING.

NO, YOU DON'T.
NOT NOW. NO.

NO, IT'S ALL RIGHT, LISBON.
I GOT THIS ONE. I GOT HIM.

COME ON. FIRE AWAY.

I GOT IT.
OKAY.

(sniffs, clears throat)

(high-pitched voice) WHOOP.

AGENT LISBON STATES THAT BEFORE
TODD JOHNSON WAS SET ON FIRE,

HE INDICATED TO HER THAT HE HAD
A SECRET HE WANTED TO TELL YOU,

AND YOU ALONE.

WE ALL HAVE SECRETS.

MOST OF THEM ARE QUITE
UNREMARKABLE ONCE REVEALED.

WHAT'S YOUR SECRET,
MR. LAROOSH?

LaROCHE.

PARDON ME.

I HAVE NO SECRETS.

NONE?

YOU HAVE A VERY KEEN,
SPECULATIVE MIND.

YOU FLATTER ME.

WHAT DO YOU THINK JOHNSON
WANTED TO TELL YOU?

WHAT WAS HIS SECRET?
YOUR BEST GUESS.

BEST GUESS.

UH, SAME SAD OLD STORY.

JUST WANTED
TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF.

WANTED TO SHOW SOMEONE
THAT HE WAS HUMAN.

HE'S JUST A LONELY SOUL
TRYING TO GET BY LIKE YOU OR ME.

WHY DID HE HAVE
TO TELL YOU THIS?

BECAUSE HE'S A COP KILLER...

IN A COP HOUSE, FULL OF COP HENS
AND COP CHICKENS. (laughs)

THAT'S VERY AMUSING.

AND I'M NOT A COP. (laughs)

BUT YOU WOULD BE
VERY SURPRISED

HOW UNSYMPATHETIC
POLICEMEN CAN BE... AND WOMEN.

HMM.

THANK YOU.

OH, NO. THANK YOU.
IT WAS FUN.

WE'LL BE IN TOUCH.

OH, IF YOU, UH...
CARE TO SHARE

ANY OF THE DEVELOPMENTS
ON THE CASE WITH ME,

THEN I WON'T TELL ANYONE.

WHY WOULD YOU WANNA KNOW?

I LOVE A MYSTERY.

(laughs)
IT'S ONE OF MY FAILINGS.

(seagulls calling)

AH.

AH.
PATRICK?

AH, VIRGIL.

MEET MAY. MAY, THIS IS VIRGIL.

HELLO, MAY.

HI.

UH... OH, UH, UM,
A MOMENT ALONE, PLEASE, JANE?

MM.
WILL YOU EXCUSE US?

SURE.

(slurps)

EXCUSE ME.
A LITTLE PARCHED.

THANK YOU
FOR MEETING ME HERE.
(exhales)

YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?

AH, IT'S ALL A LITTLE GAUZY.

I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND
I BROUGHT MAY ALONG.

UH, YOU KNOW,
WHAT'S HER STORY?

OH, COME ON.
ASK HER YOURSELF.

(sighs)

LISTEN, I'D, UH... I'D LIKE
TO CONVEY MY GRATITUDE.

EASY, COWBOY.
YOU JUST MET HER.

I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT.

WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT THAT FISH.

YOU OPENED MY EYES TO SOME UGLY
TRUTHS THAT I'VE BEEN AVOIDING.

LaROCHE'S SUSPECT LIST,
SECURED THROUGH BACK CHANNELS

AND PERSONAL FAVORS.

LaROCHE HAS NO IDEA
I HAVE IT.

THANK YOU.

YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE,
LET ME KNOW.

I WILL. I HAVE TO GO.
UH, COULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR?

COULD YOU EXTEND
MY APOLOGIES TO MAY?

PERHAPS YOU'LL SIT
WITH HER AND HAVE SOME LUNCH?

I CAN DO THAT, I THINK.

(man)
* ...OF A WHITE CHRISTMAS
ANY TIPS?

UH, YES. YOU MIGHT WANNA
CONSIDER GROWING A BEARD.

* WITH EVERY CHRISTMAS CARD
I WRITE *

* MAY YOUR DAYS
BE MERRY AND BRIGHT *

* MERRY AND BRIGHT

* AND MAY ALL YOUR CHRISTMASES

* BE WHITE

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