Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 1, Episode 12 - Blinded - full transcript

Oh!

I'm so sorry.
Sorry.

Uh, I wasn't paying attention.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I, uh-

No. Not really. I-

I just lost a patient.
Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

I'm-I'm studying
to be a nurse.

I was just gonna
go grab some coffee,

uh, clear my head.

Somebody help me!



Help me, please!

Somebody help me!

It seems that a copycat...

of serial rapist
Andrew Jenkins is on the loose.

Andrew Jenkins has been serving
consecutive life sentences...

at Utley State Penitentiary
for more than a decade.

Now, Jenkins abducted, blinded and
then raped 12 women in the '90s.

In the past three months, six more women
have been abducted, blinded and raped.

So, what does Andrew Jenkins
know about these new crimes,

when will this copycat
be caught,

and what is being done
to stop him?

There you go.

What's up, bitch?

Break it up!



Break it up!
Yeah!

Break it up!

Get another load, José.
Let's go.

Does anybody want to tell me
why Mr. Genius...

is ignoring the guy
he's here to talk to?

Huh? I mean,
what is he waiting for?

Andrew Jenkins is a highly
skilled pathological liar.

If we come at him head-on, we'll get nothing.
If Jenkins has intel...

on the copycat, it'd be good to get it
before another woman gets abducted.

Well, Lightman wants Jenkins to
make the first move. And he will.

And what if he gets made?

- He won't.
- Agent Reynolds, if you didn't think we could do the job,

why did the F.B.I.
bring us on the case?

Look. I've interviewed Jenkins five
times and got zero on the copycat.

So let me put it this way. I don't
believe in holistic medicine,

but if the chemo's not working,
I'll give acupuncture a shot.

- Hey. Need a hand?
- I think acupuncture's about to pay off.

Hello?

Well, if you change your mind,
just give me a yell.

Name's Andrew Jenkins.

Progress.

- Patience is not one of your
virtues, is it, Agent Reynolds? -No.

Is that Jenkins's fan mail?

- Ten years of sickos and freaks worshipping him.
- Take it all back to the office.

Odds are good the copycat's in
there somewhere. Good luck.

Heard about you on the TV. You're
that-You got that copycat, right?

Swelling chest,
chin up, smile.

- That's pride.
- I don't get it myself. I mean,

you're just another
pervert who can't close.

Is that who I am?
What happens is you get-

you get queasy
when it comes time to finish.

Is that it?

- What are you in for?
- I got an ex-wife...

who sometimes
doesn't let me see my kids,

and a cop took her side,
and a jury said I killed him.

Uh-huh. This, um-
This cop-

Does he jerk awake every morning
with your name on his lips?

Is your face the last thing he sees
every night before he falls asleep?

When he meets someone new, hears the horror
in their voice, who does your cop think of?

Oh, wait. That's-

That's right.
He's not thinking of anyone.

I take your point.

I thought you might.

All C.R.A. participants
must be on the line in five minutes.

What's on your mind?

Nothin'.

Oh, come on. Ask.

I don't get it. I mean, I
don't-I- I-I don't get it. I-

Why'd you have to blind 'em? I mean,
it seems a bit excessive, you know.

Come on. That's an easy one.

No eyes, they can't
identify me after.

How'd you get caught then?

Busted taillight.

I had a girl in the trunk.

Almost talked my way out of it,
even with her screaming back there.

- So, you're that good, are ya?
- Yeah.

- But you aren't.
- Excuse me?

Different costume, same game.

- Now you've lost me.
- Who are you?

'Cause you're not
a cop killer.

That's what I keep
telling my lawyer. No.

You're a fraud.

Who sent you in here?
Special Agent Reynolds?

- Oh, damn it!
- Alert the guards in the laundry.

- We've got a situation.
- Lightman's supposed to be reading Jenkins.

It looks like
it's the other way around to me.

I-I've never seen anyone read Lightman
who hasn't had deception training.

I don't know what happened.

Well, it was worth a shot. Cal Lightman.
How do you do?

And you want to know what I know
about my friend, the copycat.

Yeah, something like that. Yeah.

How come nobody's
tried to bribe me?

What would it take?

Hey. Hey.

Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

We're all good.
He's very civil.

Right.

What would it take?

You know what I like?
Chocodiles.

I'd like a box a week.
All right. That's a deal.

Yeah. I'm gonna
need that in writing.

You made a deal with a pathological
lying serial rapist for Chocodiles?

So, where's the copycat?
Well,

you get an "A" for effort,
and effort should be rewarded.

3748 Woodlawn Road.

Good luck.

- What happened?
- Jenkins played you. That's what happened.

And while you were signing a
contract for snack cakes,

Camille Halpern was being
abducted from this house.

So Jenkins didn't
lead us to the rapist.

He led us to another victim.

♪ Dream, send me a sign ♪

♪ Turn back the clock ♪

♪ Give me some time ♪

♪ I need to break out ♪

♪ Make a new name ♪

♪ Let's open our eyes ♪

♪ To the brand-new day ♪ ♪

All right. This is single mom
Camille Halpern.

If form holds, the copycat will
toy with her the first 24 hours,

and then he'll blind her
and rape her.

And we're already
down three hours.

What's he do before he blinds them?

He ties them up, gags them and forces them
to watch videos of his previous victims.

So right now Camille is watching
what he's gonna do to her.

- Yeah, if we don't get to her first.
- All right. Well, cube's ready.

Nobody talks to Jenkins but me.
We clear?

I pulled strings all over D.C.
to get this bastard in here.

So I sure hope that this plan is a lot
more successful than your last one.

At least we know Jenkins
is connected to the copycat.

That's more than you found
out the last three months.

Now, I told you where to find him.
You just got there late.

Agent Ben.
Thanks for the hall pass.

Hi, Foster.

Follow me.

Aw, somebody doesn't like me
talking to his lady.

I gotta call the deputy director
with the great news.

That's the guy that
out-Lightmaned Lightman?

So now what?

You make the puppet dance?

What? I called Natalie Wright, the
woman attacked two weeks ago.

She's a wreck, but she's the only
copycat victim willing to talk to me.

I thought I might be able to get some detail
that could help us with our new victim.

- So I'll be on my cell.
- If you need me.

Cal.

No. 'Cause normally you add
"if you need me."

You're pissed, right? Because you
think I blew it at the prison, right?

- I'm not blaming you.
- Well, you're angry.

Because Jenkins is loving this. I mean, this
is the best day he's had in over a decade.

He's out of jail. He's getting all this attention.
We are fulfilling his every fantasy.

Oh, by "we" you mean me.
Is that it?

So, you're a big deal, huh?
Fancy offices,

bevy of fine ladies.

Real step up from Cell Block 2.

Do you know
who the copycat is?

No.

- What's your mum's name?
- Gina.

No, it's Margaret.
Where were you born?

Georgia.
Nope. Nebraska.

Where'd you go to school?
I didn't.

So you don't count flunking out of, uh,
Southern Iowa State after one semester then?

- What the hell is he doing?
- I'm concentrating.

Hey. I could be following up
on 10 different leads right now,

so you're gonna explain why this isn't Jenkins
taking one more useless polygraph test.

Wow. Okay.
Where should I even start?

I'm monitoring heart rate,
skin temperature,

perspiration, vocal stress,
blood pressure,

which doesn't even begin to cover what Lightman
is seeing in there and what the cameras-

- All right. All right. Enough.
- Who's the copycat?

- I, uh, don't know.
- Would you tell me if you did?

Sure. We're pals.

Hey. How's it going?

Jenkins is lying
about everything.

He won't let us establish a baseline of what
he looks like when he's telling the truth.

Hey. Looks like I found somebody
suspicious in the fan mail.

Every week this guy sends disgustingly
graphic drawings of Jenkins's crimes.

- Let me see that.
- Well, that's one sick puppy. That's not our guy.

- And how can you know that? -I can know that
because he's fantasizing about past actions.

You want to look for somebody who's
making plans for the future.

Let me see that. How is
it I'm the unpaid intern,

and you're the highly paid professional?
Hey. You're the one...

Lightman's got sitting
in the front row, so-

- I'll just put this in the "no" pile.
- Who's the copycat?

Who's the girl?

- You're a distraction.
- I had to ask Loker a question.

- And you've got me reading all this fan mail.
- So you're above that now?

No. No, no. It's just that you squaring off with
a master liar is kind of once in a lifetime.

Oh, and you think you'll learn something?
A woman gets raped, she gets blinded,

but at least you've been afforded
an education. Is that it?

Or maybe you just don't want me to see that
you're struggling. That's an interesting theory.

But incorrect. And that fan
mail you're so disdainful of-

Well, the guy we're looking
for is in there somewhere.

And that's a fact. That's not a theory.
So go find him.

Mmm!

"Maybe you just don't want me
to see that you're struggling."

Hmm.

She's very perceptive,
your little protégé.

Who's the copycat?
We can do this all day.

I'm not gonna make
your little machines beep.

There's no one
who can stay with you?

I don't want
anyone to see me.

Well, what- what about
your parents?

My mom's gone.

My dad was here for a few days,
but it just made things worse.

My friends do what they can.

I'm so-

I'm sorry.
I- I'm sorry.

I want to help you.

I know that he has another
woman, but I- I can't remember.

He said his dog was missing,
and I helped him, and then-

I-Just gone.

When I try to remember,
all I can think is...

no one will ever love me.

I'm- I'm 23 years old,
and my life is over.

My life is over.

Okay. So,

this is the girl
he's got right now.

Any idea where he's keeping her?

- No.
- I'll take that as a yes then.

Uh, D.C.?

Maryland?

Virginia?

The home for bad boys
was in Maryland.

You probably know that.

You'd think I'd have all kinds of horror
stories, but it was actually nice.

Had a dog. Some of the guys from gen
pop get to train Seeing Eye dogs.

I signed up for it once.
Didn't get picked.

Why do you think that is?

You see, that was weird. That was.
'Cause that was the truth.

Why the sudden honesty?

Am I boring ya?

Is that it? It's too easy?

Lightman.
It's an interesting name.

I've been called
a light bringer myself.

You see, there you go again.
That was the truth.

Might be gettin' somewhere.

Here's something else
that's true.

I'm never gonna tell you
who the copycat is.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey. Torres.

Do any of, uh,
Jenkins's fans...

refer to him as "light bringer"?
Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. One guy. Um, stood out to
me, 'cause I went to Catholic school.

Light bringer's another name for the devil.
It's here in the "no" pile.

- What am I missing?
- Pathological liars like pushing boundaries.

- Jenkins has been in that box all night. He's bored.
- He's flirting with the truth.

By telling you the copycat's
pet name for him?

Yeah. The person who calls him "light
bringer" is important to him somehow.

Important enough that when the truth starts
coming out, it's the first person he thinks of.

Here. Got it. Milo Dodds.

All right.
Right.

You've been writing
to Jenkins for years.

In fact, you've written
more letters than anyone.

We counted.
Is that illegal?

- What do you know about the copycat?
- It's on the news.

That's an evasion.
He's hiding something.

Oh, yeah? And what are
you hiding, Milo? Hmm?

Is it a woman?

Is it Camille Halpern, the mother
of a two-year-old little boy?

I'm not hiding anything.
That's a masking smile.

That's bad, that is.

So tell me this.

What's your favorite part?

Is it the sizzle...

of the acid as you
pour it into her eyes?

Or is it the blood,
dripping down her cheek?

Blood-you like that?
Blood flowing. Blood-

- I didn't do anything.
- Where is she?

- I don't know.
- You sick son of a bitch! Get over here.

- Where is she?
- I don't know!

Whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa!

No! In the room,
in the room, in the room.

- In the room.
- What room?

I didn't take her.
I just cut out the article.

I'm a collector.
Work with me, Milo.

Come on. Work with me.
I didn't do it.

- He's not the guy.
- Let him go.

- Hey! Hey!
- Three.

He's not the guy.
Two.

Let him go!
Look. Look, look, look, look.

One.
Look. Look.

What the hell?

He's a hemophobe.
He-He-

He's afraid of blood.
And how would you know that?

When you started talking about blood, he got woozy.
He-He-He- He got short of breath.

He's not the guy. He couldn't
even give the girl a paper cut.

So, another dead end.

Well, no, not exactly.

Well, Milo Dodds
didn't work out.

He's gonna bring him in here and
go through his sicko memorabilia.

Hopefully we'll find
some new suspects.

Well, Jenkins is amazing.

You know, in-in kind
of an evil way.

I mean,
he's like Dark Lightman.

Whoa. Rewind.

Look at- There.

Look at how
he's folding the laundry.

Jenkins comes up,
and he slows down.

He's concentrating too hard.
It's a dead giveaway.

He did screw up.

A couple of months ago,
you wouldn't have noticed that.

And now that you apparently
know everything, you think...

it's more important to prove that I screwed
up than find a missing woman. Is that it?

No. I wasn't trying to-We were just trying
to establish a baseline for Jenkins.

Yeah. Well, forget it.

Can you go back? Run it back?

Push in on the guard.

All right. Zoom in.

- And let it play.
- And you want to know...

what I know about
my friend, the copycat.

See the nostril flare?
Quick intake of breath.

When he thought Jenkins was gonna open
up about the copycat, he panicked.

Like he was afraid of getting caught.
The guard's the copycat?

Could he have gotten
to Camille before you?

Hey. Where's the guard?
Where's, uh, Calvo?

Oh, his shift ended
a while ago.

They're here. Okay.
It's been 11 years...

since she was attacked,
and-and she's doing well now.

Okay. I can do this.

Okay. I just want you two to talk. You know,
maybe she can help you remember something.

But don't push yourself.
Okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi. Thanks for coming.
Come on in. Sure.

Natalie-

Careful. I want you to meet Michelle
Russell and her husband, Paul.

Hi.

Hi, Natalie.

You know, we can
do this all day.

You know it's over for you, Calvo.
You understand that, right?

So just tell me where Camille is, and
I'll get the D.A. to cut you a break.

It'll make me sick,
but I'll do it-for you.

It's a one-time offer, Calvo.

One time!

Hey. He's not your guy.

He's not your guy.

What the hell are you talking about?
He is the guy.

No, no.
He- He showed shame.

Psychopaths never show shame.

Calvo called in sick
four times in the last year.

And each time, the day after, one of
the copycat's victims was released.

And that's not a coincidence.
No, no.

I think he's very important,
but he's not your guy.

It has to be him.

Look.

Every time
he takes another woman,

and every time a kid loses
the mother they once had...

and gets back a- an empty shell,

I think to myself,
"This is the last one. No more!"

And every time I've been wrong.
But I know I'm right about this.

Okay. Okay-

Who did you lose? Who-
Did you lose your mum, or-

What?
Did you-

You lost someone?
Hey. Hey.

Don't use that stuff
with me, okay?

He is the guy.

Good news is that I think
he can lead us to the rapist,

but you've gotta stop
yelling at him.

Okay?

I appreciate you both
making the time.

Natalie needed to know
that her life isn't over.

Ah, it helps Michelle too,

talking to other victims, testifying
at Jenkins's parole hearing.

It's her way of fighting back. Oh,
she went to the parole hearing?

That must have been tough. Oh, she
handled it better than I did.

- Would you excuse me?
- I took a shot at the guy.

Oh, excuse me.
Sure.

Where is she?
Right here, to the right.

Okay. Um, she said there were
no sounds where she was kept.

Nothing at all
from the outside.

Like she was kept underground?

I'll let Agent Reynolds
know that.

Okay. Uh, we're-we're gonna keep talking.
I'll try to get more.

Thank you.

Tony, let me explain
something to you, okay?

Dr. Lightman is the best friend
you have in the world right now.

He says that you're not the copycat.
He says that you may be a victim too.

Now sit down.

Okay, now. Jenkins made you
deliver letters to the copycat.

Am I right? How?

Right.

Okay. So these are
the copycat's victims.

Did he bribe you?

Did he threaten you?

So he threatened you.

A shiv in the side?

Not now, Torres.

- He threaten your family?
- I got two little girls, man.

You think you can match him,
but you can't.

I was there.
I saw him with you.

He's better than you.

If he was better than me,

I wouldn't have been able
to find you, would I?

And I can protect your family.
Whatever it takes.

All right. Look. Calvo.

This is the girl he's got now.

You helped him take her.

Now help us save her.

Gave me a letter, said if I didn't deliver
it, he'd come after my little girls.

So you just did what he asked.
First it was once in a while.

I would take the letter and put it underneath
a heavy trash can at- at Grant Park.

But I never see
no one pick them up.

This is Reynolds.
I need a surveillance team.

Hurry up.
And then suddenly...

Jenkins's crime spree
began all over again.

Those are my little girls, man.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.
Listen.

If you come through for us with this,
I'll put you and your whole family...

in protective custody
by the end of the day.

He gave me another
letter today, man.

He gave you a letter today?
While you were here?

No, it couldn't be. We were
watching him every second.

There's no cameras
in your bathroom, man.

That was hours ago.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah. Get a unit over to Grant Park right now.

And if anybody even goes near a trash
can, you grab 'em. You understand me?

Hey, Jenkins. Jenkins.

We got Calvo now.
We know about the letter.

So we are gonna find your little friend.
Good reading, that letter.

Might have mentioned
a friend of yours.

Thank you. Meeting Michelle-
it really helped.

I'm glad. You did some
amazing work today, Natalie.

Hey. I'll visit you
tomorrow. Okay?

Can I give you a hug?
Okay.

Thank you, Gillian.

Good night.
Good night.

No! Please! Help!

Hey! Hey!

Oh. I got ya.

I got ya.

I didn't-I didn't see him.

Dr. Ajanee to Pediatrics.

Ooh, you look good
in black and blue.

Yeah, well, we're quite a pair.

Reynolds had a team
scour the area,

but he was gone.

Jenkins was instructing him.

He was passing him notes
through one of the guards.

Yeah, I told you I was going to Natalie's
house right outside the door to the cube.

He must have heard us.

I'm sorry, love.

He wouldn't have gone this far
unless you were under his skin.

Not worth it.

You get hit, and it's okay. I get hit, and
suddenly it's time to throw in the towel?

You ought to spend some time with
one of these victims, and...

then you tell me
it's not worth it.

It's Torres.

- Hey.
- Hey. How's Foster? Is she okay?

Yeah. She's okay.

Thank God.
So, I got an idea.

I want to bring in Michelle,
one of the victims...

that Foster's been working with,
get her to talk to Jenkins.

Absolutely not. Look. Jenkins gets
off on the pain of his victims.

Maybe a face-to-face will get a-get him
excited, get him to give up something.

Oh, what? So you think that you can get
more out of him than I can? Is that-

You're pretty confident,
aren't you?

Camille's got less than 11 hours before
this guy makes her feel sorry she's alive.

- It's worth a shot.
- He'll demolish you. Forget it.

Lightman just hung up on me.
He wouldn't even listen.

But I'm right.

Hey, whatever you're
thinking about doing, don't.

I need your help. Yeah,
I kind of figured that.

Andrew Jenkins. I'm Ria Torres.
Lightman's little protégé.

Has he given up
on the game already?

He had another appointment.

But somebody else
wanted to stop by.

Remember me?

Number 12. Pink scrubs.

Does your boss know you
arranged this little reunion?

Yeah. He left it in a note I
found underneath a trash can.

Who's the copycat?

You would have made
a great nurse.

What's your mother's name?

What is this?
What's happening in there?

It's Torres's idea. She thought
Jenkins might crack...

if he was confronted
with one of his victims.

And no, Lightman
doesn't know about it.

Is it working? Well, his skin temperature is rising.
He's definitely aroused.

And that was totally not
the right thing to say.

I should be on
the other side of this glass.

- She shouldn't be alone.
- Who is the copycat?

Don't know.

Where did you spend
your 12th birthday?

You could have at least come up
with some different questions.

Keep going, Michelle.
Who's the copycat?

Dr. Lightman.

Get out. Get out.

Move.
Ria, what's going on?

- Daddy's home.
- Get out. Now.

All right.

Michelle.

I'm Cal Lightman.

I think what you're doing is very brave in
here, but I'm gonna take over from here.

All right.
Ready? Some steps.

Okay. Thank you.

I told you not to-
What did I say? What did I say?

She wanted to see-
What did I say? I told you!

I told you not to do this!
She wanted to face him.

This has got nothing-

nothing to do with
what she wants!

Do you hear me? Now get back to work.
Get back to work!

Spicy, that one.

Now, the attack on my colleague
was, uh-was stupid.

You played your hand.
Failed, by the way.

If at first you don't succeed,
try, try again.

He's still learning that one.

But you're not just
mad at me, are you?

Mmm. You're mad at her.

She showed you up.

Whoa! No, no, no, no, no.

Whoa. No, no, no.
We're good.

All good. All good.

Yeah.

The copycat isn't
copying anymore.

They found Camille Halpern.
She's dead.

The attack on Foster-

It was predictable.
I should have seen that coming.

Can't always be one step ahead.

Yeah, but I'm a man of science.
Shouldn't have lost it like that.

You were trying to show off
for your little protégé.

Show her you were still
number one.

But you got carried away,
and now she's walking all over you.

And I suppose your protégé
wouldn't act out like that, right?

He's comparing me
to the copycat.

Short leash.
That's the key.

You know, when I first
met Torres, she was...

screening carry-ons at the
airport for 12 bucks an hour.

Now, barely four months later,
she's breaking up with me.

- Maybe she likes me better.
- No, no, no. I'm not talking about romance here.

It's the third phase of the
mentor/protégé relationship: separation.

Phase one: initiation,
establishing shared interests.

Like falling in love.
Phase two is even better.

Mutual growth.
High productivity.

Could go on for years.

And then, one day,

the protégé surpasses
the mentor.

He closed.

Jenkins's heart rate is through the roof.
He is not a happy camper.

The murder's all over the news.

He's even got a nickname.
He's the Capitol Killer.

He's more famous
than you are now, so-

I should tell you. Lightman asked
me to get those photos made...

when we first discovered
that Camille was missing.

- So Camille's not dead.
- We don't know yet.

Lightman knew it from the beginning. It was all set up.
He planned the whole thing.

All of it. Even letting Jenkins
see through him at the prison.

Yeah, he set up
a false power dynamic:

build Jenkins's confidence,
lower his defenses.

Lightman played me too.
He pushed me...

to disobey him 'cause he knew
it would trigger Jenkins.

The long con.

One of Lightman's
favorite moves.

You knew.

No idea.

He is scary good.

Seems like I'm not the only one
going through a breakup.

Too bad.

June would have been four years.

The fruit and flowers anniversary.

He just gave us a time frame
for the initiation.

- Thank you.
- For what?

For what?

The truth.

Hey, fan boy.

I need to know if something big
happened in Jenkins's life,

in June, four years ago.
Um, his parole hearing.

I was there.
I taped the whole thing.

Okay. I'm here at Andrew
Jenkins's first parole hearing.

In just moments, Jenkins himself
is gonna walk into the room.

- This is just weird.
- Yeah, I had to spend the day with him.

There's gotta be
something on this tape.

- There's Michelle and her husband.
- God, can you imagine...

having to sit there and look at the
guy that did that to your wife?

Uh, that's Milo's fan club.
It has to be one of them.

Well, they might be working
together as a team.

- Nice.
- Okay. Go back.

Stop it there.

And on the husband.

And freeze it.

- Okay. Torres, what do you see?
- Uh, something weird about his anger towards Jenkins.

Yeah. Onset's too fast.

- What does that mean?
- Real anger starts more slowly and then builds.

Fake anger has
a more jagged onset.

It comes in stages.

And after the fake anger,
adulation.

Oh, my God.

Husband's a fan.

Do you know where Paul is?

He, um- He checks on
his empty listings every night.

He's a real estate agent.

Can we, uh-
Can we have those addresses?

What's going on?

Paul Russell's not your
husband's real name.

It's Leo Carter.
He changed it...

six years ago,
before you met.

I-I- I don't understand.

We found letters he wrote
to Andrew Jenkins in prison.

He wanted to tell him how much
he hated him, how he hurt me.

No. They were-
They were fan letters...

from before you two even met.
That's not possible.

Michelle, we really
don't have the- No.

He sought you out
to be close to Jenkins.

You know, to be close
to what Jenkins did to you.

So, um-

So all those nights
where he...

told me that I should
talk about-

about what happened,
that it would help me-

you're saying that he wa-
he was enjoying it?

Michelle, you can help us
find Camille-in time.

Yeah. Um,

the listings are in the-
the drawer next to the desk.

All right.

All right. Well, there's
over 20 houses here.

Have you got enough men
to get to all of them?

We only have to find the one. Now,
Foster said underground, right?

That means that the place
would have a basement...

and an attached garage so
that he could drive right in.

Houses shouldn't be
too close together.

And he'd prefer a young,
busy neighborhood.

The more going on,
the less people notice.

63 Meadow Lane,
McLean, Virginia. Let's go.

Go, go.

- It's all right.
- You're safe now.

Stop!

Freeze!

Go home.

You used me.

You made it easy.

How did you know
how to get to Jenkins?

In prison, the first time
I asked him...

about the copycat,
he showed pride.

Also just the faintest
hint of anger.

So I knew he resented
his protégé.

Right. The kind of thing
only you would notice.

Yeah, well, I'm trying to
teach you, love.

You let me think that
Camille was dead. Yeah.

Yeah, I did. Couldn't afford anyone
knowing that any part of this was a con.

Jenkins would have read it.
Reynolds knew.

Only about the photograph.

Are you jealous, really?

How long till we
break up for real?

Eons.

You got loads to learn.

Hey.
Hey.

This is my assistant's notion...

of whimsy.

Very cute.

Yeah.

Look. I just wanted
to say... thank you.

Hell of a job.

There's no universal
signal for gratitude.

Surprises some people.

Well, it's a good thing
I can use my words.

Your boss wants to
put me on a retainer.

Well, even the government has
a good idea once in a while.

I make F.B.I. cases
my number one priority.

In exchange,
they pay me handsomely...

and give me full access
to federal resources.

Well, good luck
with that.

Including you.

Excuse me?

They want me to have a man
with a gun around full-time.

To protect the valuables, huh?

Guess I can't blame 'em.
I mean,

you guys are a bunch of
scientist nerds,

running around, poking your
nose in people's faces,

calling 'em liars.

But I am not a bodyguard.

You know, I don't have anything like you...
in my toolbox.

And you're something
that I clearly need.

Without you, we wouldn't have
found Camille Halpern in time.

Plus,

Foster could have been
killed today.

So, I said yes. Yeah, well, I'm
flattered, but I'm saying no.

Nah, you're not flattered.

You're angry.

But the decision's
been made...

above your pay grade, so-

Hey. Hey. Look.

If this happens, I work for the F.B.I.
I don't work for you.

You actually believe that,
don't you?

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