Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 3, Episode 4 - Double Blind - full transcript

[Exhales]

Keep it in your pants.

You're not gonna
need it.

My heart's racing.

Your heart's not racing?

- No.
- Liar.

[Alarm sounds]

[Engine starts,
siren blares]

Now my heart
is racing.

[Tires squeal]

Man: Now my heart
is racing.



Hey, what are you doing
down here?

It's ok.

Yeah, we're
police officers.

22 years as a cop,
never fired my weapon.

And now this.

You two yum-yums
ain't cops.

Joe, don't!

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]
Torres.

Man:
The museum's just
been broken into

and you are liable
for whatever's missing.

What? How is this my fault?

All I'm saying,
Miss Torres,

is this better not
have anything to do



with any of the people you
supposedly vetted.

[Sirens]

What do you mean us?
Doing you a favor?

He's blaming you,
Torres,

that's exactly what
I would do in his place.

[Police radio chatter]

Man: Miss Torres,
I went to the Lightman Group

and hired Dr. Lightman.

All I got was you.
Thanks for nothing.

Cop got shot?

No, the thieves
dressed as a cop.

How many thieves?

Two.

Other one's dead.

Dr. Lightman,
good of you to show up.

Always up for a party.

What, do you
find this amusing?

You hired us to vet
your staff and your security.

And right now you're hoping
she messed up

so you can blame this
on someone else.

Amusing.
Laugh a minute.

But you leave her alone!

[Siren]

Hey, where are you going?

[Indistinct chatter]

At ease.
I'm a doctor.

[Panting]

You in a lot of
pain, are you?

What do you think?

What were you trying to steal
from the museum?

And who for?

[Panting]

We got a man dying
here.

Look around.
What do you see?

I don't see
anyone else dying.

You a doctor?

He's a witness.

A cop.
You got some id?

So, are you just gonna
let him die, huh?

No, I'm gonna call
security.

That's what
I'm going to do.

You know what I see?

I see a woman who's
been in this game far too long,

who's lost the ability
to serve.

Excuse me.

Right. She's gonna be
back in a minute,

so make it snappy.

Who are you?

A fellow art lover.

I'm partial to a bit
of Van Gogh.

All the arts, artifacts.

You know,
something small you can
slip in your pocket,

walk out of a museum
with, you know,
disguised as a cop.

I'll tell you this much.

The item is pre-sold.

The item?

Yeah. Yeah, the item.
Sold to who?

That's--that's all
I'm gonna say until I walk out of here.

Want to cut a deal
against the people who hired you?

How many are there?

I guess I'm finally
getting what I deserve, huh?

You hang in there.

What for?

Oh, don't be
a wanker.

There must be
someone, something--

[grunts]

[Labored breathing]

[Rapid beeping]

♪ Lie to Me 3x04 ♪
Double Blind
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 ♪

PA: Dr. Torres
dial 1182.

Dr. Torres,
please dial 1182.

Hey, thought
you could use some company.

Cal?

What'd you say?

Never mind.
I can see you're busy.

With her legs
or the case?

Both.

That obnoxious curator just hunted
me down at the vending machine.

Sidney Carlton.
Now, that's either a fake name,

or the man was born
a ponce.

He was--he was screaming
at me that this is my fault.

That I screwed up
vetting his staff.

That the only reason
the thieves were at the museum

was because someone there
had leaked where
the new art exhibit

was being stored
and I missed it.

You're blocking
the view, love.

You know the difference
between...

A monarch butterfly
and a viceroy, Torres?

No.

Well,
look at her.

All right.
Go on.

Off you go.

What about you?

Busy.

Magazine?

I'm good.
Thanks.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Is this taken?

No.

You a patient
or a visitor?

I have a friend
in surgery.

Is that man bothering you?

Which man?

Oh, the one that
was staring at you.

You mean you?

Oh, so you were
ignoring me, then.

Are you hitting on me?

Wait, in this place?

It'd be a bit creepy,
wouldn't it?

Is it a close friend?

In surgery?

Co-worker.

He doesn't have family,

so I thought--I thought
I should be here.

More than just
a co-worker, then.

Ok, how about you?
Patient or visitor?

Visitor.
But it's a long story.

Friend, relative?

I don't know want
to burden you with my problems.

Suit yourself.

Right. Well, good-bye
and nice to meet you.

Um, I didn't mean
to be rude.

Please sit.

Lovers tiff?

Worse?

That bad, eh?

He didn't make it,
did he?

I'm sorry.

We did our best.

There was too much
internal bleeding.

Sorry.

Mr. Carlton, Ria Torres
is very thorough.

And she doesn't work for
you, she works for me.

Those thieves knew exactly
where the new exhibit is being stored.

They were shot
6 feet from it.

Now, somebody at the museum
tipped them off.

She interviewed
everyone there.

Except you.

What, are you suggesting
what I think you're suggesting?

What'd you find out?

I already told you,

the man died before Dr. Lightman could
get much out of him.

Wait, not even what
they were there to steal?

Well, my guess
would be art.

The opening is this Friday.

A black tie gala
fundraiser.

Now, I need to know
there is no danger of a second attempt.

Hey.

I was just gonna check
if you're ok.

This is my friend
Gill.

Hi, Naomi.

Hi.

I was just leaving.

Call me
if you need to.

I feel terrible
for your loss.

I was gonna offer
to buy you a cup of coffee.

What about your friend,
co-worker?

Routine surgery.
Nothing like what
you're dealing with.

I've got a half hour.

Ok.

For the record,
this isn't how we first met.

If anyone asks,
we met online.

Someone's feeling
better.

Can I ask how close
a relative that was?

Well, it depends
what you mean by close.

Is it possible,
just a little bit,

that you're playing
the grief card with me?

I resent that.

Is it working?

Naomi. Russel.

Cal Lightman.

Pleased to meet you,
Cal.

Call me Lightman.

And pleased to meet me,
that's an understatement,
that is.

When I beat the other guy
to the seat next to you,

you were relieved.
Who was he?

Come on, I saw
that look in your eyes.

What look?

Fear.

He's my ex-boyfriend.
Jack.

What'd you do to him?

Nothing. Why?

'Cause he wants to hurt you.

How do you know?

And I don't think
it's over nothing, love.

All right, well,
next time he shows his face...

I want to know,
all right?

Are you gonna
clue me in?

In a fish tank!
What?

Please, you weren't
really sleeping.

I was in the middle
of a rather unusual dream.

Was that woman in it?

What woman?

Interesting personality.

I have no doubt.

Tricky, though.

Not to be trusted,

but then, you know,
I like them th way.

Know what I mean?
Mmm.

Did you notice
anything odd

about the janitor
who was mopping up
at the hospital?

Have we given up knocking?

This is important.

I've been doing some checking into
the museum staff.

The museum repaints
before every new exhibit,

and they always use
the same guys.

No id tag.
The janitor.

Really?

Is that what you're
talking about?

No. My thing was
more a feeling thing,

you know, but
your thing's better.

Better?

Get your helmet on,
Loker.

Never crossed
your mind, Torres.

Temporary employees
at the museum ever
cross your mind?

What are you
talking about?

Loker?

I found 2 painters
who fixed the place up

before every exhibit.

The curator never
mentioned that.

I called both men in.

Thank you, Loker.

Did you look up
those 2 butterflies
that I told you about?

The monarch and the viceroy.
Did you look them up?

Oh, yeah. Yeah,
they're nearly identical.

A predator can't tell
the difference between them.

All he knows is
one of them's toxic,

so he leaves them
both alone.

So, do you get it, then?

Get what?

If someone like that
ponce at the museum

takes a bit out of you,
you make sure he regrets it.

Ok?

Well, off you trot, then.

The 2 painters
Loker dragged in.

Sometime this year
would be nice.

[Cell phone chimes]

Who's Naomi?

Torres:
So, no work permit, Mr. Garcia?

[Speaking spanish]

I love this country.

If only they'd
make you legal.

Is this about the robbery?

[Speaking spanish]

Nervous tick.

People from some
latin cultures
kiss their thumbs

and then flick them
as a swearing gesture.

Like he swears
he didn't do it.

Mr. Garcia, there's something else
you're not telling me.

Kiss? That looks more
like a bite.

[Speaking spanish]

Ok.

Ok, Mr. Garcia.
Thank you for your time.

We're looking
for thieves, not family men.

Open the door.
I just want to talk to you.

Open the door!
I just want to talk to you!

Come on, Naomi.

Is this how you
treat me, huh?

Open the door!
Hey!

First the hospital,

now you're parked up
at her building.

What kind of a man
are you, eh?

[Engine starts]

[Tires squeal]

[Sighs]

You got fabulous
taste in men.

This is far
from over, love.

Your ex has got
government plates.

Immigration and
Customs Enforcement.

Did you report him?

I don't know why
I'm so cold.

So, you want to
ask me out?

Can we go somewhere else?

Yeah, maybe
you're right.

Maybe you are
smarter than me.

You go to college?

Carnegie Mellon.

But you didn't
graduate.

Didn't need to.

Because that would
be beneath you.

I'm an artist.

You paint walls.

Einstein was
a patent clerk.

Yeah.

I know what you mean.

I was a TSA screener.

No college.

Yeah.

You know why
you're here?

To do with
the attempted robbery
last night.

Ask the curator why
he keeps ordering town cars

and goes out to pay
the guy in cash,

but never gets in the car.

The curator?

Sidney Carlton.

Hey, where's Lightman?

Um, not here.

You should try
his office.

What?

What are you hiding?

He had me put
a hidden camera

on those 2 painters
in the lobby.

He wanted to see what they did when
no one was watching.

You guys used me
as a decoy?

He planted a catalogue
of the upcoming museum exhibit

on the coffee table.

I thought he wanted you
out of the lab.

Just watch, ok?

Because, like, you can't
see what I can see.

See how he flips
through the pages like
he couldn't care less?

Like he's looking through
an issue of "cat lover."

Ahem.

You're a cat lover?

And I had you down
for a poodle.

But your other painter...

He's taking
his time,

soaking up
the images.

Yeah, you see that?

[Typing]

Turns to
a specific page,
then quickly moves on.

He's seen it before.

He doesn't need
to see it again.

He's interested
in something on that page.

And they're going to
go back for it.

He's your inside man.

Still think
I should be fired?

An Egyptian statue of Osiris
and an emerald from India.

So what,
in your opinion,

is the most
important piece

in this new exhibit?

Well, the statue of Osiris
without a doubt.

Why pay cash for
a town car you never
actually use?

What's the money for?
Catnip?

You're divorced,
you have a teenage
daughter,

and you cook.

Well, call me Mr. right.

But enough about me.

What would I have found
if you had invited me
up to your place?

[Laughs] Aside from
the bad housekeeping,

I'm about as vanilla
as they come.

Want a bite?

That's the third time
you've offered.

Maybe I wasn't
talking about food.

Flirting while scared.
That's unusual.

Is your ex still
on your mind?

[Chuckles]

You know,
this is kind of a drag.

I can't seem to hide
anything from you.

You don't want.

You just don't know it yet.

This is like a therapy session in
the middle of a police interrogation.

That's my idea
of foreplay.

Well, when I'm getting
to know a man,

I like to put
my best foot forward.

You're not letting me.

You're not listening.

I'm all ears, I am.
Trust me on that.

And eyes.

And the rest.

Don't call it foreplay
if you don't mean it.

Ahem.

Way to make a girl
feel special.

Oh, you don't need me
to tell you
you're special, love.

You already know it.

Mr. Carlton, do you have
a drug problem?

But you have it
under control.

So what the painter saw
was you paying your dealing.

And you know
he saw you,

which is why you failed
to mention him

when I was screening
your staff.

What's this got to do
with the attempted robbery?

The thief,
before he died,

said there was already
a buy for something in the collection.

I bet that statue
buys a whole lot of drugs.

Now wait a minute.

Even if I was a thief,
I wouldn't steal from my own museum.

This exhibit is
a game changer for me.

Now, focus on
the real suspects,

not some recreational
drug user.

He was telling the truth.

Except the
recreational part.

Why am I here?

Well, I seem to remember
coming to your rescue.

You barely know me.

That's the way I like it.

Relationships
scare you.

Well, we all have
our weaknesses, darling.

[Chuckles]

Tell me.

Scientifically--

yes.

You haven't heard
the question yet.

Am I attracted to you?

Well?

All right, for you,

scientifically speaking,

your breathing's shallow,

your pupils are dilated.

You want me to carry on,
do you?

I have a habit of
jumping into things
too quickly.

Well, if it's
a gentleman you're after,

you're in
the wrong house, love.

[Clatter]

[Crash]

[Dog barking]

Hold that thought.

Oh.

Bang.

Breaking and entering.

Another day, another dollar
working for the government.

You don't know what
you're dealing with.

Immigration
and CEstoms enforcement.

ICE.

It's tough sounding.

Oh, yeah.

I've seen that look before.

On my ex-wife's face.

You really did a number
on this one, darling.

He came here
to use this.

You' crazy.

Easy, tiger.

What have you been
saying about me?

Look at her face.

She's terrified
of you.

What do you think
she's been saying?

Get out.

I'm wondering
what it is you're
really after.

I'm wondering why the world's leading
deception expert

can't see the world's
biggest liar...

When she's right under
his nose.

Anything to add?

When you said you were
crazy for me,

was that the truth?

I have the habit
of jumping into things

too quick.

[Computer beeps]

Try not to be so hard
on yourself, Ria.

We can't see everything
all the time.

Is Lightman giving you
a hard time?

A retired cop,

who had never fired
his weapon,

kills 2 men 'cause
I dropped the ball.

It's my fault.

You get my message?

Uh-oh.
The painter should be here

any second. Loker's
waiting in the lobby.

We told him that you were
interested in his art.

Right. Well, she's
in the loo.

So, do your worst.

Were you two
talking about me?

You're all we ever talk about.
You know that.

Anything juicy?

Torres is upset.
She thinks she messed up.

Well, as well
she should be.

I told her
you'd understand.

Good news.
Oh?

My new bird is
trying to play me.

How is that good news?

I'm still working
on that part.

You're working on it.
For both of us?

See? I told you
it was good news.

Torres: Oh.

Hi.
You're the woman from--

the woman from the hospital.
Your boss is helping me out.

With what?

I'm sorry.
That's confidential.

It's just--we share
all information here,

like one big, happy family.

Even personal
information.

[Water running]
You said he was helping you out,

so I made the leap to it,
being related to
the work we do here.

It's kind of personal.

Well, that explains it.

It's just that
he's been acting distracted.

Oh, no.
That's a good thing.

[Cell phone rings]
Oh.

Hey.

Well, she's into you.
That part seems genuine.

That's not what
I sent you in there for.

I didn't see anything.

Foster said that you want
to make amends

'cause you screwed up
at the museum.

My gut says
that you're right.
She's hiding something.

Oi.

Everyone screws up
now and then, love.

This is al Larson,
the painter from
the Parker museum.

Painter, eh?

I paint the walls.

Proper artist, then.
Yeah.

Loker, why don't you take
mistress Naomi to my office?

I'll be along later.

With me, Pablo.

Al: I like to work
in acrylics.

And I do
limited edition prints.

And art theft.

Surely you don't want
anyone else to get killed.

You're talented.
How much?

You used my art
to get me in here.

No, I'm serious.

Crime shouldn't pay,
but this bloody well should.

You know what they say.

When life gives you lemons--

Chuck 'em at people.

That's what I do, anyway.
This is what you do.

You don't kill people.

Who said I had anything to do
with that?
I did.

And you did, too.

And you're not proud of it,
are you? This is what
you're proud of.

I didn't know
anyone would die.

What about Naomi?

Did she know, eh?

I know you know her.

I met Naomi with
the 2 guys who were killed.

One of whom died
at the hospital.
She was there for him.

She didn't have anything
to do with the heist.

She tell you that,
did she?

The first mention of guns,
she was out.

She doesn't work like that.

She knew
the museum hired me.

That's how she works.

[Scoffs]

She got to you.

Didn't she?

Who mentioned guns?

All I know is,
they had a thing.

And he's having a hard time
letting go.

Is this what they were
trying to steal?

Lightman:
Probably both.

Rude not to, really.

Can I go now?

Nope.

There's only one way
I don't call the cops.

[Indistinct chattering]

That's the guy
from the hospital.

Lightman: Yep.
That's Naomi's ex.

Naomi's part of the crew?

No. Her fear of him
is so raw, it's real.

She's working against
him. She's using me
to take him out.

Mm-hmm. Before he
shuts her up for good.

You got played.

Would that make you
feel better about
your mistake?

Mm-hmm. A little.

When one of the most
beautiful women
I've ever seen, right,

lets me eyeball her,
unchecked,

and then lets me
hit on her, at will--

no, I never smelled a rat.

Call the cops on these two.

What about Naomi?

Oh, no, don't be daft.

I'm not even half done
with her yet.

I had your ex
arrested today.

Because of me?

Well, it turns out...

He's using his job at customs
to move stolen art.

Stolen art?

Oh, bollocks.
You knew. Be honest.

I knew he was
up to something.

I know you're happy.

Heh. Can we
call it relieved?

I was hoping...

You'd want to celebrate.

Now?

Would it be too old school
if I asked for a date first?

Uh, wow.

Oh, really, no, relax.

I'm just the same as
most of the wankers out there.

It's just that I'm tired
of making the same mistake
over and over again.

You know what I mean?
Mm-hmm.

Parker Museum is having
a posh do tomorrow night.

You up for it?

I don't have a dress.

Oh.

That suits me.

[Chuckling]

[Indistinct chattering]
[Classical music playing]

Champagne at 12 o'clock.

Do you know much about
Egyptian art there?

I know when
something's beautiful.

And pricey.

Beauty and cost
don't always go hand in hand.

[Clattering
and glass breaking]

You know, I could never
quite understand

what art saw in commerce.

You know, most artists
will tell you that
starving is overrated.

Well, I bet the bloke
in India who made this

could use the 3 mill
it's worth today.

That's just a rock.

Hi.

Naomi,
you remember Torres.

Ria.
Hi again.

Rental?

Stole it.

You know, I'll go
nab those drinks.

Amongst
other things.

You mean
you want a sausage
on a stick as well?

You like my butterfly?

Yeah.
It's beautiful.

You know,
at the hospital,

she went out of her way
to avoid eye contact
with the janitor.

She knew.

Right.

Keep an eye out
for a man

in his late sixties
with white hair.

Thank u.

Where's my drink?

Here. All yours.

Thank you very much.

You're staring.

It's just
I don't want to let you
out of my sight, darling.

I like that.
[Chuckles]

If this is going
to work out,

we have to
allow each other
some alone time.

Oh, we both know
this isn't going
to work out, love.

Well, then,
before our romance ends,

can you grab us
another glass
of champagne?

Old white people
all look alike.

You just
figured that out?

[Indistinct chatter]

Wow.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say you're surprised
to see me.

No. I mean,

wow.

You scrub up well.

Thank you.

That was a good-bye kiss
if ever I had one.

Another?

Have we met?

That's your best line?

Dance, Ginger?

There's no music.

Who needs music?

Have you been drinking?

Not enough.

[Thuds]
Woman: Oh!

[Crowd murmuring]

It's the Congressman.
Someone call an ambulance.

He's been drugged.
He'll get over it.

[Alarm ringing]

The statue!

She got it.
I don't believe it.

How is that possible?

It's not.

[Car door shuts]

[Panting]

Guess what's in my purse?

It's not green,
and it's not a rock.

Tell me
it's not about money.

This isn't about money.

Ok. Tell me that again.

Why?

'Cause with your face,
it's hard for me to do what I usually do.

This isn't about money.

The emerald is from
Kali's Temple in--

I read the catalog
description, love.

Archaeologists smuggled it out
of India in 1908.

It vanished, only to reappear in 1975
on the open market.

So he's taking it home,
is he?

I know I lied to you.

Technically speaking.

You just scared
of Jack, huh?

We were partners.

He got tired
of the Robin Hood act.

Time to make a buck.

I split.

He couldn't take no
for an answer.

'Cause of Jack,

my friends got killed.

When did you know?

Well, all I knew was,

that like
most beautiful things,

you wanted to be seen.

I didn't want
any other people to die.

You could have got rid
of Jack another way.

[Chuckles]

Maybe I wanted to play

with the world's greatest
deception expert.

Never crossed my mind

that you were a decoy.

You won.

Well done.
I mean that.

I needed to get
into the gala,

or the emerald
never returns
to India,

its rightful owner.

You want to have dinner?

A viceroy butterfly.

What does that mean?

FBI want to ask you
some questions.

Oh, yeah?

Do you know
where she is?

Long gone by now,
I should think.

I gave her time
to disappear.

I had
to turn down...

Dinner.

It wasn't theirs
to take.

They didn't get it.

What haven't you
told me?

Well,
I didn't actually...

Get to tell you
how beautiful you looked
last night.

You're so irritating.

They stole a fake.

A fake?

I had the curator
switch out the real one.

Why?

Well, the real one's
worth about...

[Exhales]
3 million-ish.

The fake cost
just under 100.

No. I mean, why keep me
in the dark about that?

It's cat and mouse,
Gill,

not cats and mouse.

That's what
you're calling this?

Tell me we're ok.

You know I've always had
more trouble reading you
than anyone else.