Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 2, Episode 12 - Sweet Sixteen - full transcript

An Irish terrorist comes to Dr. Lightman to find out who killed his wife and daughter seven years ago, which reveals secrets about Lightman's relationship with Dr. Foster and his past job working counter-terrorism for the government.

I sing terrible, too.

Cabbie, we'll just go
and get out here and walk.

It's a bloody zoo out there.

Out.

Get it up.

Keep the change.

Let's go.

It's not like there aren't
any decent schools around here.

But... no, my little genius,
she's got her heart set on Berkeley,

which is 3,000 bloody miles away.

This is her mother's doing.
Her fingerprints all over it.



And now Emily's late, right?

I can't even find my picture ID.
So, what's the matter?

Remember Henry Andrews?

Pentagon, 2003.

He just called.

He wants to tell you the truth
about the whole Jimmy Doyle business,

face to face.

That was 7 years ago.
He wants to come clean now?

He was 10 minutes away
when he called.

I got to be at the airport
in about 10 minutes.

What was that?

Come on, Loker.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Someone, please!



Somebody help!

I need a little help here!

There was a man in that car
and he's in...

He's dead. He...

It was...

He's in shock.
To the break room.

Come on this way.

All circuits are busy now.

Will you please try your call a...

Metro authorities have closed off...

... until further notice.

The police department,
along with the fire department,

will be controlled...

This just came for you.
The man said it was urgent.

Drink it.

What man? What did he...
when did he come?

Just before...
He said no matter what happened next,

- you need to open this.
- What did he look like?

He was wearing a hat, sunglasses.
It was really quick.

I was going to lunch.

- If I hadn't had to stay for this...
- I know.

Here's Emily's number.
I want you to call her.

You get her on the phone,
you come and find me.

All right, darling?

... to and from each...

According to reports,
the car was traveling South

on seventh near Harvard Square
when the bomb detonated,

killing the driver instantly,

whose identity is unknown
at this point.

The cause of the explosion
is as yet unknown...

What is that?

... several government
counterterrorist agencies...

What's important for me right now
is to talk to Emily,

so make him comfortable
and give him some tea.

No, you know
something about this bomb

or at least you think you do.
I know that look!

It's got to be gridlock out there.
Emily's probably stuck in it.

Say it.

Go on. You can say it.

Doyle is back, he killed Andrews,
I'm next.

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?pisode 212 : Sweet Sixteen

This came just moments before
that bomb went off, right?

"Lightman, psych evaluation,

"March 20, 2003, session one."

Ring any bells?

UCM stadium, tunnel 6, 1 P.M.

Or Doyle gets the other 5 tapes.

Someone's blackmailing you?

Is that what it is?

- It's nice to meet you.
- How do you do?

Apparently, my job here

depends on my meeting with you.

So, did they tell you
all about me, then?

Why they sent me,

so you could officially

diagnose me as broken in the head?

No longer reliable.

Not to be taken seriously.

I'm here to help you, Dr,

not judge you or rubber stamp

anyone's attempts to discredit you

or your science.

Which, by the way, happens to be
of great interest to me.

Is this session being recorded?

This office is for therapy
and counseling only.

I would not tolerate anyone recording
what is said in here.

Who would send you this?

Did you know it was being taped,
and if so, who was doing the recording?

You can't just sit in here
and talk about me.

It was the Pentagon.

Of course it occurred to me
it could have been bugged.

Do I know by who?

You know me better than that, Cal.

Did Anna reach Emily yet?

No, no.
She's still trying.

I can't just walk away.

You can't just walk away from me
when anyone with half a brain knows that

you both know something
about that bomb,

which, by the way, came this close
to killing me.

Mr. Andrews, the confirmed victim,

a british born U.S. Citizen
and fossil fuel entrepreneur.

Here's what we're learning
about him.

- He was a bachelor.
- You know him.

Right now we're being told
that we're going to take you live

to the director
of national intelligence

at FBI headquarters.

We do not yet know
who is responsible,

- but multiple agencies...
- That's a lie.

Okay, Lightman, we know
you knew the victim.

What else do you know?

That man was killed by Jimmy Doyle,

one of the most dangerous
bastards I've ever come across.

Doyle. Irish?

Belfast.

You okay, Foster?

Everything's fine.

The man that was killed by that bomb

was not a foss fuel entrepreneur.

He was british liaison
for counterterrorism at the Pentagon.

And 7 years ago he was my boss.

Okay, who is he to you, Foster?

Did you work at the Pentagon, too...

Oh, my God,

- You did.
- Dad?

Where you been?
I was worried sick.

I was stuck out in the mess
with everyone else. What's going on?

That's what we all want to know.

Look, you know, I'm sorry

about what you just went through,

but right now I need
a moment with my daughter.

After that, I'll figure out
how I'm gonna use you guys on this.

That's how it works,
so end of conversation.

That was a conversation?

Okay. All right.

How are you doing?

I'm sorry about Berkeley.

We'll do that another weekend.

We'll do it soon, I promise.

But right now,
I need you to do me a favor.

Do you have a friend that you
can stay with for a day or two?

Can it be a boy?

"Can it be a boy?"

I had no idea

our sessions were being
recorded back then.

Since we're so close, that means you,
scientifically speaking, of course,

are my blind spot,
which you well know.

- You don't believe me.
- Did I say that?

Emotionally, you want to believe me.
Scientifically, you can't be sure.

Please, don't go after those tapes.

It's not worth it.
Don't go to that stadium.

What's not worth it?

You have no idea who's behind this
or what this is really about.

Do you know who's behind this?

Drop it, Cal.

I'm not doing this.

All right.

Look, no one knows I'm doing this,
understand? No one.

Doyle?

Dr. Lightman.

7 years ago,

you were involved in the murder
of my wife and daughter.

Yeah, that's me.

Yeah.

Do you have a family now,
Dr. Lightman?

You already know the answer
to that question, don't you?

How old is she?

Your daughter, Emily.

- You leave my daughter alone.
- How old is she?

16.

I didn't plant that bomb
in Andrews' car.

Now you got my attention.

Sure, tracked him down,

I put the fear of God in him.

But he swore he didn't know
who killed my girls.

After I was done with him,

I tailed him to a corner store.

He bought this.

A throwaway phone.
Made 2 calls,

then tossed it.

That's my office.

- Yeah.
- And the other number I don't know.

It's untraceable.

Well, if you didn't kill Andrews,
Whoever did,

they made it look like your work.

You got 24 hours to find the
killer of my wife and daughter

Or you're a dead man.

Yeah, I need to show you something.
Can I show you something?

Go on.

Here.

Someone's trying to use my fear
of you to blackmail me.

But...

Now that we've met, it's kind
of a moot point, don't you think?

These tapes, what's on them?

It's me talking about...

My role in the death
of your wife and daughter.

Now, I'm gonna find

whoever made these tapes and they're
gonna tell me who killed your family.

I'll do that for your wife and daughter.
I won't for that.

For now.

Dr. Lightman gave me his phone

for track down Emily for him.

You okay?

Is there anything I can do?

No. Thanks.

So you're the in-house shrink?

I'm a psychologist.

Oh, yeah. Psi ops.

Let's see, dirty tricks brigade, eh?

- Speaking of dirty tricks...
- No, you see,

That wasn't supposed to happen.

Now that it has happened,
how do you feel?

Is this a plant?

I mean, is this supposed
to soften me up?

Yes. That's exactly what it is.

Well, it's working.

3 days ago, when I was undercover

In a bar in Boston,

four IRA men from Belfast
were there to talk

about a peace agreement
with their american money

who were feeling a pinch
from the war on terror.

And my read

on one of these IRA men,

Jimmy Doyle, was...

That he was about to ruin the peace.

And someone

in this building took that
as license to kill him.

Only the morons messed it up.

They killed his wife
and daughter instead.

How do you think I feel?

The paper says...

they caught the two men

who robbed and killed
Mary and Bernadette Doyle.

But darling, that's a cover-up.

That's two junkies with records framed
and flushed down the toilet as we speak.

Come on,
you're an intelligent woman.

You feel responsible.

Ashamed.

Guilty.

My daughter

is the same age
as that little dead girl.

That's empathy is healthy,
but it doesn't make you guilty.

So where is this Doyle now?

He got away.

- Are you sure he's a terrorist?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Oh, even more so now we've
murdered his family.

Porn?

You are human.

You seem to be making
a speedy recovery.

What are you really working on?

Personal stuff.
It's my personal laptop.

Personal stuff.
In the middle of all this?

That's what I call
compartmentalization.

- They teach you that at the Pentagon?
- Can I help you with something, Eli?

Actually, you can...

Gillian.

- You hacked into... you can't do that!
- In my sleep.

Here's what I know.
In 2003, you were at the Pentagon

when Henry Andrews, the man whose blood
I just cleaned off my face,

Ordered you to evaluate
a member of his team,

Dr. Cal Lightman,
who was acting irrationally

and I quote, "in danger
of causing serious harm

to ongoing counterterrorist
operations."

It could have been worse.

It could have been porn.

Lightman didn't believe
the robbery-homicide story.

You mean the Pentagon's
cover-up story.

Those men were found guilty of
the murders of Mary

and Bernadette Doyle
by their peers in a court of law.

You know what I hear

in that official,
very un-Foster-like speech pattern?

Fear and doubt.

Lightman wanted to go public with
what he believed was the real story.

He wanted to blow the whistle
on a botched Pentagon ordered hit?

To prevent him from doing that,
or at least to discredit

his mental state if he tried,
his boss sent him to see me.

His boss... Henry Andrews...

The man who was killed
in that car bomb.

Did Lightman ever blow the whistle?

His life was in serious danger.

See, that doesn't sound
like Lightman.

A lot of what Lightman does these days
is because of what...

He didn't do back then.

Odd.

So I was almost killed
by a terrorist

who is after Lightman.

Jimmy Doyle killed Andrews.

You could be next, Dr. Lightman.

I don't talk to people
whose faces I can't see.

- You want the tapes back or not?
- How do I know you've even got them?

What do I have to do
for the rest of them?

Find Doyle.

Flush him out.

We'll take care of the rest.

Like you did the last time.

Who are you?

What?

The disk.

I'll save you the trouble
if you like.

Somewhere on there,

I called you a terrorist.

Terrorist scum I think it was.

At least I never killed
innocent women and children.

All fanatics wash their hands of the
innocent's blood in the cause's name.

Right?

Do me a favor.

You're no innocent.

No by any stretch
of the imagination.

I told you to go to Torres' place.

I will when she gets off work.

If it's safe enough here for everyone
else, it's safe enough for me.

- That's a fair point.
- What happened to your face?

I fell, officer!

- Where's Foster?
- Quit changing the subject.

- Where were you?
- I was working. And yes, on this bomb.

I can't tell you about it,
you know that.

So do me a favor, could you find
Foster for me, please?

Hi.

You must be Emily.

Hello.

This is Mr. Doyle.

I'll explain later.
Will you find Foster for me?

Let's talk about your family.

Why?

Your wife Zoe
and your daughter Emily.

Off limits.

It must be quite a strain...

juggling family
with the type of work you do.

No, it's not.

Not if your family comes first,
it's not.

And not to mention the dangerous
set of circumstances

you clearly believe yourself
to be in right now.

I get it. It's loud and clear.
That's all I need to hear.

Now, you tell them I'll go quietly.

- Just leave my family alone.
- Dr. Lightman, that's not what I meant.

You're calling me paranoid?

I was referring to Doyle still
being out there somewhere.

You're trying to tell me something else,
right? Only you can't.

Why is that?

There it is again.

Thank you very much.

What's this?

This...

is Jimmy Doyle.

I know who it is.

He's not a threat to us.

Unless I fail to do right by him.

Do right by him?

Who did that to your face?

When we first met at the Pentagon,

who did you report to?

Andrews. You know that.

- Who else?
- No one else.

- Who did Andrews report to?
- He never told me.

This is really important.

I can see that.

But I still don't have
an answer for you.

Are you gonna tell me
what that man is doing here?

This is our one chance
to right a huge wrong

that we both played a part in.

You are not to blame for the murders
of that man's family, Cal.

I'm not talking about the murders.

Actually, I'm talking
about the cover-up afterwards.

I mean, me, that's one thing,
but you...

You're way better than that.

Which is something that's been
bothering me for a long time.

Now, you know, whatever it is

that you're hiding from me,
I forgive you.

I have never hidden
anything from you, Cal.

Let it go.

Why don't you ask Doyle
about Andrews?

'Cause I've always valued
your opinion.

Jimmy Doyle, Gillian Foster.

What are you making him do?

I just need to find my wife
and daughter's killer.

To avenge them.

Are you prepared to hunt
and kill another man?

I don't believe that. Even if he does
have a gun to your head.

You know, 7 years ago,
I helped murder...

this man's wife and child.

And now I would like to know exactly
who it was that I helped.

- Why now?
- Why now what?

- Kill Andrews?
- I didn't kill Andrews.

I just talked to the man.

Then why wait 7 years to come back
and do any of this?

When Mary and bernadette were murdered,
I died that day, too.

I went from grief to drink,
drugs, you name it.

Member of a terrorist organization.

God knows how many lives
you're ruined, so, please.

Bloody hell!

How did you track Andrews down?

I got his name from the lawyer
who represented the two junkies.

He framed for the murder
of my girls.

Who is he?

Where is he?

Almonds.
It smells like a bakery.

Howard Moss!

Bomb!

Almonds.

C-4 smells like almonds.

Cal, you okay?

I could listen to that all day.

I thought we were done.

- Who's threatening my family?
- Dr. Lightman...

Now, you see, I can see it
in your eyes, all over your face.

It's as clear as day.
I'd just like to know

who it is and what it is
I'm dealing with here.

I asked you about your family
like any therapist

would ask any patient.

Maybe you have difficulty looking
for a lie because there isn't one.

I thought your lot called
patients clients these days.

Listen,

you don't have to talk
about your family with me.

But you should find someone.

You know, my wife...

She doesn't know about any of this.

Would you like to talk to her
about it if you could?

No, I don't mean
about my work in general,

I mean about this Doyle mess.

So do I.

I would not like to tell her about it.
It would hurt her too much.

Why did you choose to work
in counterterrorism?

It is a choice.

The power of terrorists,
it lies in the fear of the innocent.

I want to...

take that power away, you know?

Why?

I got a daughter.

You know that in the war
against terror,

there's often collateral damage.

As awful as that sounds.

I'm sorry.
What are you saying?

Some collateral damage
can be avoided.

You talking about my Emily?

We would be irresponsible...

not to talk about Emily.

Bloody hell.

That's all we need.

Get... No, I'm good. I'm good.
I can help myself up.

Sod off, you! Go on.

All right, look, you...

you're gonna be all over the bloody
Internet in a minute, so take that.

Lay low, and don't answer that
unless her name comes up.

You two are quite the pair,
aren't you?

Are you still here?

You all right?

Good morning.

Yesterday, at 3:47 PM,

a bomb composed of high-grade C-4

made in the style and MO
of what we strongly suspect,

according to our friends
from British Intelligence,

to be the work of a terrorist
named James, aka Jimmy, Doyle.

That's a patent lie for a starter.

Excuse me? Dr. Lightman.

- Who the hell are you?
- Dr. Cal Lightman, deception expert.

He knows who I am.
You know who I am, don't you?

Why would you lie about that?

Because you say excuse me?

I mean, really,

if we excused you for the lies you tell,
where would it end, then?

There.

That's the man Lightman saw
that we didn't.

The one man there who knew
who's responsible for that car bomb.

This press conference is over.
It's enough.

What are you hiding, Mr. Prosser?

I want the room cleared, now.

Dr. Lightman just asked you
a question on national television.

I want to give you the opportunity
to answer him now, quickly,

before I go back on national TV
to defend you and to discredit him.

- Do you have more information?
- I'm not taking any questions.

All right, Lightman.

This is a courtesy
to your resume and your FBI status,

both of which are now on the line.
You have a question for him?

- Make it quick.
- Right.

Doyle is not a terrorist threat.

He's a wanted terrorist

from a known terrorist organization.

He did'nt kill Andrews.

We have evidence
that links him to the car bomb

and the apartment bomb.

I have scientific proof that says
he has nothing to do with either bomb.

Scientific proof.

I spoke to the man.

Which means
that your evidence was cooked.

- There's a shocker.
- You know where Doyle is?

- Because if you know where he is...
- Mr. Prosser,

how was St. Patrick's day, 2003,
for you?

Excuse me?

You know, the day that Doyle's wife

and 9-year-old daughter
were shot dead in Boston.

Were you working at the Pentagon?

- Put that one in the yes column.
- Yes, I was at the Pentagon then.

What happened to your former
colleague Henry Andrews yesterday?

He was tragically killed,
murdered, by a terrorist car bomb.

He, who was on his way to tell me

what happened that day in Boston,
but was killed by somebody

who couldn't afford the truth
to get out. How's that?

Those are very serious
allegations, Lightman.

Wild allegations.

Based in science.

Right, then.

7 minutes by FBI chopper to my lab,

where we can do this properly
and away from the press.

I can even arrange a couple
of FBI agents as escort if you want.

I don't think that'll be
necessary, will it, Richard?

I've got nothing to hide.

There's nothing to this.

It's child's play
for a man like you, I know.

Right.

Where's the rest of these?

Your office?

Home?

Safe deposit box?

Home it is.

2003, the Pentagon.
What was your job?

That's classified.

But Henry Andrews...

he reported to you, correct?

That's also classified.

All right, how about this?

Today, your job is...

Assistant deputy director

over the department
of national intelligence.

Correct?

That's correct.

Do you like your job?

I need your words, Mr. Prosser,
for the machine.

It's not as smart as I am.

Though I say so myself.

I'm proud of the work I do.

But you'd like the director's job
even more, wouldn't you?

Is that right?

Blimey. There.

That was almost a moment
of total honesty there.

- You all right? You need to lie down?
- Excuse me.

Mr. Prosser. Jimmy Doyle...

He says he's at your home
with Mrs. Prosser.

I'd take that call
if I were you, Mr. Prosser.

If you love Mrs. Prosser, that is.

Take it, anyway.

I do not negotiate with terrorists.

That's one way
of getting rid of the wife.

How dare you.

I love my wife.

We need to send a team to my house.

- Doyle's not at Prosser's house.
- Where is he?

Don't know.

Polygraph's a decoy, too.

Lightman needs Prosser
to focus on beating that

so he can't mask the truth
with his body language.

Your wife's not so keen
to talk to you either, Mr. Prosser,

now she knows what you're done,

who you really are.

You two are in this together.

You're aiding and abetting
a wanted terrorist.

- Wanted for what?
- The murder of Henry Andrews.

Now, listen.

You see this?

This was delivered to my office

less than a minute before Andrews
blew past my window.

You see this?

This was given to me
a short time later,

by one of your goons at a stadium.

You taped my sessions
with Dr. Lightman

without my knowledge.
Why?

You authorized the assassination

of Jimmy Doyle back in 2003,

based on my intelligence.

That's anger,
and it's directed at Lightman.

Prosser based his kill order
on Lightman's science.

When your people killed

Doyle's family,

you knew he'd be back one day.

You planned to use these to blackmail me
to draw Doyle into your crosshairs.

And so, the lawyer, he tips you off.

Doyle is back in town,
he's going after Andrews.

So before Andrews could
lead Doyle back to you...

No more Andrews.

Made to look like Doyle's work,
and again boom,

no more lawyer.

Another loose end taken care of.

You can't prove anything.

I'm not trying to.
I'm not trying to prove anything.

Not in a court of law.

Right? Anyway, I'm not that naive.

No, I just...
I wanted the truth, for myself.

Now I've got it, you can go.
Have a nice life.

What about Doyle?

You there?

He's gone again.

That's all right.
He'll be back, sooner or later.

Yeah, you should give us
a call when he shows up.

I want protection.

In return for what?

And immunity.

I never knew this situation in Boston
was going to become such a mess.

When I found out
that Doyle was back,

I told Finch that he needed
to clean up his own trash.

Finch. Is that a code
or a real name?

Code.

I don't know his real name.

But I never told him
to kill Andrews and the lawyer

or Doyle.

I never used those words.

I never said that.

Call Finch.

You better hurry or you'll miss him.

That's all of them.
Send my best to Dr. Foster...

Gillian.

Where is he?

Parkview Hotel.

Room 344.

Let's have a look
at your face, shall we.

You.

The one cabdriver
I have never forgotten.

Weapon.

Slowly,

finger and thumb.

Finch?

Finch?

It's like a small bird.

I was just following orders.

Look at her.

My Bernadette...

would have turned 16 today.

Wait...

I didn't mean for...

You grabbed the gun when I...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

He is, you know.
He is sorry.

I can't tell
how genuine it is, so...

It's up to you, Doyle, really.

What?

I am sorry, too.

How did you know
the weapon wasn't loaded?

I didn't.

Why wasn't it?

Love of revenge...

killed my girls.

And so Prosser gets immunity.

Does he, hell.

Why didn't you talk about
what happened to my girls that day?

I have girls of my own, mate.

I'll never get over my hatred
for you people.

I was the one that told him.
I said that...

the only way to fight terrorism

was to fight like a terrorist,
and I meant that.

So while I read Doyle as a threat,
I knew they'd kill him.

I wanted them to kill him.

Do you think you can
forgive yourself?

So were you ever gonna tell me?

He came to me...

in the middle of the night,

before our first session.

Not to my office, to my house.

My house.

I'd never seen him before
and I never saw him again.

He told me to do what I had
to do to keep you quiet,

or Doyle wouldn't be the only man
to lose his wife and daughter.

If I told you that it would have been
proof positive of a cover-up,

and you would have never let go.

So...

I couldn't let you do that.

To you,

your family.

You'd never have gotten
to blow the whistle.

He would have cut you down...

before you put it to your lips.

So, all that talk...

about you being a bad liar,
That's just an act.

Right? That's a lie.

Depends on the lie.