Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 3, Episode 1 - In the Red - full transcript

No distractions.
No histrionics.

Everyone
on the ground!

You stay with him
until I reach the teller window.

He'll take care of the cameras
and the lights.

Me and the others
will control the situation

while you
open the safe.

We're in. We're out.

I need a gun.

Writin' a book
like this is like--

well, it's not easy.

You know, it's like
a high-wire act, really.



I mean, especially since
the whole thing

hinges on
a science which--

take my word for it--
in the wrong hands, would be a gaping yawn.

I mean, you can't make
sense of what you see, you see?

Human face is like
a puzzle. It--

you gotta know
what to look for.

Um...

This book,
it's just not--

it's not gonna write itself,
you know what I mean?

Are you saying
your science is like art?

Small "a."

Uh, he's selfish,
some say brilliant,

but a bully.

He's dangerous.
He's a narcissist,



and, uh, I can see
that you are--

you're wondering how it is
I've managed to work for him this long,

and, uh, you know,
the truth is I don't know.

I don't know, but the point
is that I'm here now.

Dr. Lightman, let me
be completely clear.

You look like
you could use a drink.

Beg your pardon?

Glass of water just
to clear the throat, you know.

Back in a jiffy.

Torres,
in 2 minutes, right,

I want you to come
in my office

and tell me
I'm needed urgently.

Needed urgently where?

I don't know.
I don't care, all right?

But make it good,
all right?

Ok. Yeah.
No problem.

Uh, why?

Is this
the Torres group already,

or is it still
the Lightman group?

Right.

It's tap water.

You know, hope
that's all right.

Save the planet.
All that. You know what I mean?

My client,
DeWitt and Jones publishing,

is tired of waiting

for the book they contracted you
to write over 2 years ago.

They now need evidence that
you're working in good faith

commensurate with
the generous advance they paid.

In other words,
deliver the book

before the end
of the quarter,

or next time we see each other
will be in court,

and you'll be facing charges of misrepresentation
and, uh, fraud.

End of the quarter?

I mean, what do they
think I'm writin' here, a check?

That'd be
an elegant way out,

save the inevitable lien
on your assets.

My advice to you--
write the damn book.

It's just tap water!

It's not poison!

Who was that?

That was someone
with more contempt for me

than they have for the planet,
which is saying something.

She's a 24-karat pit bull,
that one.

But then you already
knew that, didn't you?

Thanks for the heads-up.

Have you written
even one word of this book?

Which, by the way, you failed
to ever tell me about.

Well, the hard part...

Thank you for calling
district bank.

Is in here.
Rest is easy.

Let's hope so,
for all our sakes.

Meaning?

This is a business.
You may not care

about your responsibilities
to the rest of us,

but please stop acting like
you're not even aware of them.

Dr. Lightman, you're needed
in the lab urgently.

You're late.

For corporate accounts,
press 2.

And you're leaking.

Your approximate
wait time is 11 minutes.

Ah, bollocks.

I need access
to my account, please.

Yeah.

You see that, right?
You see that?

They always look
at me like that.

I mean, do I look like
a criminal to you?

Don't answer that.

Cal Lightman.

Hi.
Pleased to meet you, too.

Now, ay attention.
Keep up.

You see these two?

They're on the rocks.

She's had it up to here with him,
and, uh, he blames her,

so now it's all
down to the money.

And see this one
over here?

That's your average
honor student, that is.

Or meth head.

Possible to be both.

But I digress.

I didn't catch your name.

Well, that's because you haven't
given me a chance.

How you doin'?
You all right?

Yeah.

So are you looking
for someone, or, uh,

you know, you just
casin' the joint?

What?

No, it's all right.

Secret's safe with me,
as long as you cut me in.

So, uh, when you
gonna do it, then?

Do what?

Rob the bank.

♪ Lie to Me 3x01 ♪
In the Red
Brand New Day by Ryan Star

♪ dream,
send me a sign ♪

♪ turn back the clock ♪

♪ give me some time ♪

♪ I need to break out ♪

♪ and make a new name ♪

♪ let's open our eyes ♪

♪ to the brand-new day ♪

What?! Is it
something I said?!

Thank you.

Oh, that's interesting.

How much time'd you do?

Listen, Buddy,
whatever you're sellin',

I'm not buyin',
all right?

State or federal?

How do you know I was in?

My money's on state.

When'd you get out?
Was it days ago?

Weeks?

I've been in exactly
the same place as you are now.

I doubt that.

In answer
to your question,

I read faces.

I didn't ask you anything.

Yeah, you did.
Not only that,

I used to work
in that bank,

so I've got
the added edge.

You worked in that bank?

Yep, corporate office
downtown. Why?

Nothin'.

You sure about that,
are you?

What's my face sayin'
right now?

You wanna hit that bank
so much, it scares you.

I wanna hit that bank
as bad as you do, worse, probably.

Could I just eat
my breakfast in peace?

Good luck.

You're gonna need it.

Mr. Lightman.

Let me guess.

Bad news
about my accounts,

which you're
secretly enjoying.

Sorry to keep you.

Sandy Baxter,
branch manager.

Tell me I'm wrong, Sandy.

Tell me my accounts haven't suddenly and
mysteriously been frozen.

Maybe you'd like to discuss this somewhere
a little more private.

Ah, pull the other one.

Mr. Lightman,
there's really no need

to adopt
that tone with me.

First off, to you, Sandy,
it's Dr. Lightman.

Dr. Lightman. Of course.

Secondly,
you're about to get robbed.

Excuse me.

Robbed. You know,

cleaned out, hit hard,

guns and that.

You follow?

Yeah.

So he was mappin'
your camera blind spots.

I noticed, 'cause I
backed him out of one,

which is why
you see him there.

So he's a pro?
Well, if he was that good,

it'd take me a little longer
than 2 minutes to spot him.

Why didn't your
rent-a-cop spot him?

Well, you see the world
differently, Mr. Ligh--

Dr. Lightman,

notice things
others don't.

He recognized him,

which makes me think
inside job.

John Agro? He's been
at the bank 8 years.

I know his wife.

No one robs a bank alone.

Can you prove
any of this?

I intend to.

You can't prove a thing.

Well, even so, I'd call
the cops if I were you.

And tell 'em what,

the facial-tic guy says we're about
to get robbed?

No cops, then?

That's what you're saying?

Correct.

That doesn't come cheap.

You think you and me,
we can work together?

Is that it?

You think you can follow
a few simple instructions?

Simple instructions?

You know this man?

Never seen him.

Why the fear of someone
you've never seen before, then?

I'm telling you
I don't know the man.

Oh, that's just not true.

So if you've
never seen him...

You've either smelled him,

or you recognized
his voice.

Recognized his voice.

See how your face flinched?

Directly linked to the muscles
in your sphincter.

On my way home
a few nights ago, I--

some guys
came up behind me,

blindfolded me,

took me to a room,
handcuffed me to a rail.

They wanted blueprints

and the combination
to the vault.

They knew
what they were doing,

and they'd done
their research.

They knew
my wife has Lupus,

where she goes
to the doctor,

where my daughters
go to school,

which classes
they take.

They threatened
my family.

You haven't given them
anything, though, have you?

Right?

But you came this close.

When you recognized
his voice in the bank,

you figured your time
to think was over.

I'm gonna need
those blueprints

and the combination to the vault.
You have 'em?

What do you need the blueprints and
vault combination for?

You froze my assets.

I froze our assets, Cal.

Look, it's funny, 'cause I
remember hiring you,

but I don't remember
marrying you.

You're gonna do something insane
to help that bank guard.

Absolutely certifiable.

Please tell me there's a method
to your madness.

Well, a man's family got threatened.
You know what I mean?

2 of 'em, actually.

2 family men?
Who's the other one?

Well, the guy I saw
casing the bank, right,

he's not exactly your armed-robber type.
You know what I mean?

Little bit more to him
than meets the eye.

You didn't hire me.

You asked me
to be your partner.

I practically begged you,

if I recall.

Those were the days, eh?

I'll have Loker and Torres interview
everybody at the bank.

And find out who knew
that the guard's wife had Lupus.

And unfreeze my assets.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Our assets.

Unused round.

Safety's still on.
She panicked.

Uhh. Can you throw
some more coffee grounds in the pan?

This one's really
startin' to stink.

Hey, there, eh?

I'm with her.

Last time I saw you,
you maced me.

That's 'cause you
broke into my house.

She didn't know
her killer.

What?
How can you tell that?

Well, that's fear, that is,
all over her face.

No contempt there.

Not just another
pretty face, huh?

I need an I.D. tech.

What did he steal,
a pen?

Nah. They got chains on 'em.

Hey, run this for me,
would you?

Smells like a barista's
underpants in here.

Look, I'm telling you,
although this Sarah Lange

has the right qualifications on paper,
she is not an ideal candidate.

Loker, I hear your concern, and I get where
you're coming from,

but please
just do as I ask.

Ask? You mean tell.

I knew you understood.

Can you give me a reason??

Ideal is overrated.

Lightman is gonna chew her up
and spit her out.

Or maybe he'll choke.

Bank job.

Good case. Good collar.

Federal case,
but what's the catch?

And what happened to your
brother from another mother?

If by that,
you mean Agent Reynolds,

I severed my ties
with the FBI.

I'm no one's lap dog.

Wallowski.

Your friend's name
is Mike Salinger.

Parolee, huh?

Sure. Give me the number.

Mm-hmm.

Yep.

Thanks.

Did 3 years for assault.

Played field-goal kicker
with the head of a middle manager

at district American Bank,
Silver Spring.

Same bank he was casing.

He just got out 18 days ago.

Hey, where you goin'?
I feel used.

You mean "dirty."

Have a nice life.

You have a nice smile.

How would you know?

I'm lookin' at it.

Trust me, this has nothing
to do with your deafness.

Deafness, right?

Deafness. Handicap.

It's ok. I'm used to it.

It's just
that Dr. Lightman is...

He's complicated.

Nothing suspicious
at the bank.

You sure about that?

100%.

Where have you been?

This is a 70% science
at best, Torres.

What's he up to
in there, then?

Interviewing
grad students.

Really?
To replace him?

He's not the most patient
of, um...

Look, I would be lying
to you if I didn't tell you

what it's like
to actually work for him.

Mike Salinger.
Family man,

homeowner, electrician.

He did 3 years
for assault.

Yeah, he got out
18 days ago.

Tell me something
I don't know.

Is he interviewing
for friends?

You'll be miserable.
He'll drive you crazy.

He has no respect
for your time,

much less any sort of life that
you may have outside of this place.

Oh, and make no mistake.
Most of what

constitutes that work will involve
nothing more than fool's errands.

You should stop
worrying about me

and worry more
about yourself.

You can read lips.

What's he saying about me?

Henry Allen Miller.

He was released 3 months ago,
Salinger's cellmate.

Miller was the only one caught
8 years ago

when this
armored-car driver

ended up a paraplegic
for life.

We need to get the police
involved in is now.

I'm all over
that one, love.

So he only did 8 years?

What was he, model prisoner
or something?

I'm waiting for
the prison authorities

or whoever wrote his psych report
to get back to me on that.

Well,
while you're waiting,

I'll find Salinger and Miller through
their parole officers.

Wait! Wait.
This Miller guy

is clearly
very dangerous.

Oh, well,
odds are, you know,

they're still cellmates
on the outside.

Hi.

Mine's a scotch, neat.

♪ Ain't seen the sunshine ♪

♪ since I don't
know when... ♪

How'd you find me?

Magic.

I got something you want, but it's
gonna cost you.

Oh, you're the limey
he told me about.

How'd you make him
in the bank?

Well, the real question is how
didn't I make him?

Hold him.

Blimey.

You don't look like
a bank employee.

Ex-employee. Didn't he
tell you that bit?

What are
you selling?

Oh, now he's buyin'.

Is this how you
normally do business?

Oh.

Oh, that's charming,
that is.

I've got the schematics
to the bank.

I got the combination
to the vault, all right?

I'm here to do business.
What's in it for you?

Well, besides the money,
it's personal between me and the bank.

What'd they do to you?

They downsized,
all right?

I put in 15 years in that place makin'
other people money,

and that--this is how they paid me back?
I beg to differ.

Who was your boss?

It's a plonker
named Ronnie Hart.

Got a number?

His home number.

Do me a favor.

Hold that.

8 years in prison, you think they don't
teach us anything in there?

Mr. Hart, sorry to
disturb you tonight.

Need to find some information
on someone applying for a job.

Yes. Well,
unfortunately...

I got a feelin' this
is gonna be your last.

Well, up yours, then.

Downsized?

You were fired.

Did he say what for?

Yeah. He didn't trust you.

You're gonna give me
the blueprints and the bank combination.

What, you think I'm stupid enough to bring
'em with me, do you?

I know, for your sake, you better have
somebody get over here to drop it off.

Thought so.

49th and Blane,
30 minutes.

Yeah.

Ok.

In your psychiatric report on Mr. Miller
for his parole hearing

6 months ago,
you gave him a clean bill of health.

I've worked in prisons.

A clean bill of health?
Really?

Doctor?

Henry Allen Miller
had come a long way.

So you wrote, uh--
here it is.

"That he has dedicated
himself to the concept of rehabilitation

"and shows no signs
that indicate

any remaining
recidivistic tendencies."

What does that mean?

Miller paid his debt
to society, Dr. Foster.

Your use of the phrase,
"concept of rehabilitation"

suggests to me that there
may have been some doubt

as to whether prison
had actually done that for Mr. Miller.

Prison on its own
didn't help Mr. Miller.

Right. Therapy helps,
so much so

that he doesn't
need it anymore.

I didn't say that.

I know. That's my point.
Why not?

Henry Allen Miller,
your former patient,

is a suspect in another
potential armed robbery.

Need I say more?

All right.
This is it.

Last known address.

Dead end.

Another
fool's errand.

For a start,
Lightman did not tell us to come here.

It's called initiative.

Oh, you're gonna explain
initiative to me?

Um...

Can stay here and be
my lookout if you prefer.

Aw, you just
wanna be like him.

Any chance you get

to cut a corner
or break a rule or a law,

and you just expect
the rest of us

to follow behind you and
clean up after you.

Wow. All that
from one therapy session?

You broke into my
personal calendar.

You might wanna
ask your shrink

why you made it
so easy for me to find.

Seems like I'm not
the only one out for revenge here.

All I care about's
what's in the vault.

So how we gonna
do this, then?

We split the job
4 ways, do we--

you two and me
and my partner?

All right, no, I--
no, I get it.

So there's
more of you.

Say no more.

'Cause I don't
need to know,

even if you wanted
to tell me. It's--

what is it, 3 more?

4?

You talk too much.

Anybody ever
tell you that before?

Yeah, once or twice.

I'll be back.

49th and Blane it'll take me
no more than 10 minutes.

So...

It's a 6-man
heist job, then?

I can't see you need
that much muscle.

You keep pushing, you keep
talkin' about the split,

and leavin' here with your life
is gonna be payment enough.

You got any more food?

I could eat a horse.

Loker?

Jerk.

Be your lookout?
What do you think I am?

More to the point,
what do you think you are?

What would you have done
if that hadn't have been me?

Ah, but it was you.

Oh, grow up.

I wrote the report
on Henry Allen Miller

when I was
in my first trimester,

if that's what
you're checking for.

Did he know
you were pregnant?

He threatened you,
didn't he?

Seriously, right?

How does a guy like you partner up with
a bloke like that, eh?

Or how does a man
like you survive on the inside, eh?

You don't know
anything about me.

You owe him,

don't you?

You owe him your life.

Shut up
and eat your food.

Now you're using him
as a weapon against that bank, right?

You got any salt?

It's his eyes.

It sounds crazy, I know.

But he--he has these eyes that look
right through you.

Your fear of him
sounds natural,

considering
his history of violence,

but the fact remains
you falsified his psychiatric report.

You let him loose, doctor,

when you believed
he could be a psychopath.

Blueprints, but no
vault combination.

You wanna live,
I want that combination.

Well, it's in here,
all right?

So you're gonna have to keep me
alive, all right?

Otherwise, it's back
to plan "A" for you.

You can shoot your way
into that bank.

And good luck with that,
by the way.

I told you.

I don't have anything
to do with him anymore.

We found this at your old house next
to his sleeping bag.

What is this?

I came here because I was told
he might be in trouble.

It's your number.

He keep in touch
with you?

Your ex is a suspect

in a plot to rob a bank
in Silver Spring.

District bank?

That's anger.

I beg your pardon?

At the bank or your ex?

Or both?

Anger's normal,
but if I saw contempt,

I'd be more convinced
you were done with him.

He wrote me letters.

Still angry,
so not exactly love letters.

There was this woman.

She had Lupus.
He wanted me to--

to make friends with her
and her husband.

Mr. and Mrs. Agro.

John Agro's
the guard at the bank.

Your ex is putting
a heist together.

No. That wasn't Mike.

He needed me to get him
a list of names.

3 years ago, the bank
raised the interest rates

on our mortgage
for no reason.

We had no savings.

Mike called 'em, but all he could ever get
was a computer message.

So one day, he took
an hour off work,

which we could
barely afford,

and he went down there

just to talk
to a human being.

Looking for one
of the names.

They gave him
the runaround,

so he just snapped.

He lost his temper.

And attacked
someone at the bank.

After that,
we were finished.

No income.

We ended up gettin'
the house foreclosed on.

Mike's never
gonna let this go.

No distractions.
No histrionics.

You stay with him until I reach
the teller window.

He'll take care of the cameras
and the lights.

Me and the others
will control the situation

while you
open the safe.

I need a gun.

You need to shut up.

He told you to kill me
once the vault's open, didn't he?

Walk away

while you
still can.

Oh, he gets about
a bit, doesn't he?

3 to go.

How do you know that?

I talk too much.

Remember?

Look. Look at him.

He sticks out like
a tart in a nunnery.

Think the teller's
already spotted him.

You stay with me.

There's the door.

Use it.

This is gonna get nasty.
You know that, don't you?

You're well
out of your league.

Excuse me, miss.

Sorry about that.

There's 3
in the bank,

and there's 3 more
on the way.

Mm-hmm.

All kicks off when Miller gets
to the window, so...

Offer me
some paperwork,

as though I'm going
to open an account.

Not that I would
ever open one here again.

Your people tracked down Salinger's ex-wife.
You ready for this?

What was the name of that, uh, mortgage
moron you're after?

You don't even know,
do you?

Who was that you were
just talking to over there?

New accounts.

I've been trying
to get in her pants

for months.
Never say never.

Oi. 10 feet between
you and the rest of your life.

Who are you?

You spent the last 3 years
blaming someone else

for your life
falling apart,

and what happens
when you find him?

You want your son to have his dad back
someday, don't you?

I'll meet you
at the diner.

I'll even
buy you breakfast.

He'll hunt me down

for the rest of his life.

Don't blow it now,
all right?

Don't blow it now.

The cop made him.

"No distractions.
No histrionics."

Your words, right?

You got the time
on you, mate?

He's with me.

We're opening an account

with that nice lady
over there.

Now, we understand
each other?

Good. All right, stop looking at her now.
Look at me.

Her life depends on it.

Do they give you lot
business cards?

All right, I want you
to hand me one

with the hand that's
on your gun right now.

Ok, now tell me
to have a nice day

and be on your way.

You have
a good day, sir.

Thank you,
officer.

I told him there was a robbery in progress
and he was too young to die.

No, um, I said I was having
trouble with my neighbors,

you know,
domestic violence and that.

What, you don't believe me?

Walk out that door. Go on.

Everyone on the ground!

Facedown!

Get down! Stay down!
Move! Move!

Get down!

You move when I move.

Move!

Get 'em.

Heads down!
Heads down!

Get 'em down!
Facedown!

Up! Up! Move! Move!

Keep goin'!

2 minutes!

I'll get a third,
right?

Who's in charge
of home loans?

Home loans?
What the hell's he talking about?

That's what
he came for,

or didn't he
tell you that bit?

Who's in charge--

is it you?

Are you in charge
of home loans, lady?

Is that you? Huh?

That's not helping.

Really,
it's not helping.

3 years ago,
you made a mistake.

And then when I came in here
to try to talk to you,

just to try
to straighten it out,

I was treated like
a second-class citizen.

I was given the runaround.

We're in!

Freeze.
Don't say a word.

Yep. 'Fraid so.

How does it feel to be
on the oernd of this?

'Cause I'll tell you I been
waitin' for this moment a long time.

You like it?

How does it feel?!

Put the weapon down,
Salinger, now!

Get down!
Get down on the ground!

Down. Get down now.

Comin' in.

Bloody hell.

There's a lot
of guns in here.

How you doin'?
You all right?

Oh, I'm good.

Good. There's gotta be
at least 10 people

in the Mortgage Department at any
one time, right?

Right, love?

All right?

You should have walked away while you
had the chance, mate.

Put the gun down.

Eh?

Well, someone's
gonna die today...

If I don't get
an answer,

all right?

3 years ago, someone in
the Mortgage Department screwed up

and put this man's life
in the toilet.

Or so he thought.

He snapped,

and he kicks the crap out of one
of your work mates.

Now, if I was the person
who screwed up like that,

I'd never be able
to forget it.

It's not her.
That's not the face

of someone who's burying
that kind of memory.

Put the gun down,
and I'll tell you who you're looking for.

I'll give you 3 seconds.

I'm looking at him
right now.

Get down.
Get down.

Hands behind
your back.

He doesn't move!

That person left the bank
over 2 years ago.

No, that person's you.

All right? That's why you didn't want
the cops involved, right?

'Cause you
recognized him.

Get him up.

You just helped us
pull 6 wanted bank robbers

into a honey trap.
Cheers for that, mate.

Now you're goin'
back to jail, you bloody idiot.

How do you feel
about that, eh?

Mrs. Salinger?

Sandy Baxter.

I want to start by saying what I should
have said 3 years ago.

Well, come on, then.
Say it.

What happened to you
and your family

should never
have happened.

It was an honest mistake.

Yes, the interest-rate hike
was in error,

but I really don't think that I can be
held accountable

for your husband
resorting to violence

and--and nearly killing one of our
bank employees in the process

why didn't you say anything about
the mistake you made

when you made it,
Mr. Baxter?

Or when the bank employee that
my husband attacked

was on life support?

Say it.

I was a coward.

I am a coward.

The Lightman Group
was built on my sweat.

I don't see anyone else's name
on the door,

nor on my book jacket,
for that matter.

The one you
haven't written?

You mess with my finances again,
you and I are through.

Now, you're
the language expert.

Can you te me,
do I mean that?

I, um--I wanted
to say thank you.

He admitted
his mistake...

Says the reimbursed
interest

should cover
the debt.

Don't ask me
how it works, love.

Dr. Lightman.

We were told
to wait here.

Well, whoever told you
that misspoke.

Or you misheard.

I'm sorry?

No, you're not sorry.

You're confused,
Herbert.

No, wait.

Outside.

Door!

Whatever he told
you, all right,

I'm not your dad.

Good. Uh, I see you've
met your new help.

Help?

Grad students.

Social psychology
and behavioral science.

Charles from Berkeley
and Sarah from Princeton.

Never heard of it.

It's in New Jersey.

Look, calm down,
all right?

No need to yell.

Excuse me?

Look at me.

There's no need
to yell!

And I was talking about
your face, by the way.

You're hired.

Nice haircut.

Thanks.
I got it just--

not interested.
Told you.

Told him what, Torres?

What you think of me. You wanna know
what I think of you?

Oh.

Started therapy, have we?

Had a little bit
of a breakthrough recently?

You told him.

Hold on.
It's not therapy.

So if it's not a shrink
you've been nippin' off to see

in business hours,
I might add,

what is it?

I don't have to
tell you that.

I think you're on the hunt
for a new job.

Well, wonderful.

Let me know when you
need a reference.

In the meantime...

Right.

You said 8:00.

Hello?

Detective Wallowski,

mother superior.

I know who you are,
Detective.

So now you've met
the new help.

Group hug?

Too early?