Medium (2005–2011): Season 6, Episode 21 - Dead Meat - full transcript

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I'm meeting Mr. Squirrel by the big tree.

Barney, you know I don't like
you going into the woods.

Nothing good ever
happens at the big tree.

You have to stay in the
pen with the rest of us.

That's the way the humans want it.

Oh, Mom! If that were true,

they would have fixed
this hole in the fence.



Barney! Where do you think
you're going, young man?

Get back here!

Mr. Squirrel, I'm here!

Mr. Squirrel?

Mr. Squirrel,

are you playing hide-and-seek?

Okay, ready or not, here I come!

Oh, what's that?

What?

What's going on?

Mommy!

You okay?

: Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

That was weird.



It's past midnight.
It's officially your birthday.

Mmm, oh, yes.

Be still, my heart.

Oh, don't be that way,
birthday boy.

Come on, you want me to
sing you a little song?

Want me to light you
a birthday candle

so you can make a special wish?

I already made one.

Really? What is it?

Come on. Aren't you gonna
tell me what it is?

No. The longer you keep me awake,

the longer it doesn't come true.

Pretty cool,
huh? I had to cut out,

like, 50 pictures of Dad to do it,

but, you know, I really
think he's gonna love it.

How often do you get to be the
star in your own comic book?

I think it's much cooler

than some boring sweater.

For your information,

Dad actually wanted the
sweater for his birthday.

Which reminds me,
Mom wanted me to give you this,

so you could wrap
it before tonight.

It's what she got you to give Dad.

Ties are boring.

You're right.
Ties are kind of boring.

But not as boring as a sweater.

But close.

JOE : Are we all out of tissues?

Uh, yeah, there's a box in here.

Mom had to go in to work early,

so I guess I'm driving
you to school.

Actually, no.
I'm driving you to work.

Mom promised that I
could use her car

to go off campus for lunch today,

but since she had to leave early,

uh... consider it an
early birthday gift.

Your very own chauffeur-
I'll drive you to your office;

I'll pick you up when
you're done tonight.

You can even ride in the backseat.

Wait a second.

You know this means
that you have to take me

to the comic book store
after school, right?

Have to?

Come on, it's Wednesday.
Mom always takes me

to the comic book store on
Wednesday 'cause that's when

all the new comics come out.

Well, can't it wait
until tomorrow?

Hey, you wouldn't
want me to get there

after all the cool stuff
is gone, would you?

Yeah, you wouldn't
want her to get there

after all the cool stuff is gone.
Okay. Fine.

We'll go to the comic book store.

But if you're not
done in 15 minutes,

Marie and I are leaving you there.

I can think of worse
places to live.

Sounds like you're driving.

Yay.

I'm thinking I'm not the only one

the principal wants to see
in his office this morning.

Did you hear that? Hear what?

Never mind.

Are either of you
familiar with SARC?

Yeah, some kind of
animal rights group?

Southwest Animal Rights Coalition.

That girl whose picture
you're staring at,

she's been working for them since

she graduated college last year.

Her name's Melissa Treynet,
and apparently,

she was doing some
kind of undercover work

at the AgroUnited Factory
Farm on the outskirts of town,

and now she's gone missing.

No one's heard from
her for a week.

SARC thinks that AgroUnited
found out what Melissa was up to

and that she may be the
victim of foul play.

They want to file a
missing persons report,

go to the media, talk about
what a big, bad company

AgroUnited is.

Meanwhile, AgroUnited is saying

if something happened
to this girl,

it has nothing to do with them.
Wait a second.

What does this have to do with
the district attorney's office?

AgroUnited employs
several hundred people,

and at least up until now,

they've always been
good corporate citizens.

The mayor called,
asked me to get involved

in figuring out
where this girl is,

what might have happened to her,

and maybe help keep all
of this out of the papers.

To that end,
I have the head of SARC.

And the farm's manager waiting
in the conference room.

So... shall we?

Mr. Ruettiger's
farm processes pork

on a massive scale.

Last month, my organization
was made aware of rumors

that in order to
meet their quotas,

AgroUnited was circumventing
animal cruelty statutes

and housing livestock

in unsafe and inhumane conditions.

So, yes, we had
Melissa apply for work

in the hope that she
would get a job,

and then she could document

whatever infractions took place.

And did she find anything? No.

She didn't find anything.

Would you like to know why?

Because there was nothing to find.

Our animals are all treated

very well.

Absolutely everything we do

is up to or exceeds
the code. Now...

I am very sorry if
you and your people

have a problem with me and mine,
but you know what?

We're a business.

We provide jobs for
hundreds of people.

We provide a product that 97%
of the country actually want.

Now, look...

I feel... very badly

about this young woman,

but rest assured, wherever she is,

whatever happened to her,
it had nothing to do with us.

I really don't know how
you could be so certain.

Just last year,

one of our operatives was
caught by his coworkers

while videotaping at a farm,

and they beat him within
an inch of his life.

That has nothing to do with me;

That has nothing
to do with my farm.

So you say.

You know what? I'm done here.

Mr. Ruettiger, please... Mr.
Devalos, with respect,

there is only so much slander
I can take in one day.

If you want to have your
people visit my farm,

if you want to talk
to my employees,

you feel free--

you don't even have
to get a warrant--

but I will not sit here and
listen to one more word

of this woman's nonsense.

I do not have the time.

Some of us actually have
to work for a living.

I am inclined to want to
call a press conference.

I think it is time

to make people aware of
Melissa's disappearance,

to make people aware
that all is not right

with AgroUnited,
and that, in fact,

people may be putting their lives
in peril by eating their food.

Don't you think that's a
bit premature, Victoria?

For one thing,
we can't even be sure

that Melissa was a victim
of foul play at this point.

It's not like you were
paying her a fortune;

Who's to say she didn't
just meet some guy

and take off for parts unknown?

If you hold a press conference

and Melissa pops up

from out of nowhere the next day,

then you and your organization
are gonna look awfully foolish.

Let us do our work.

Let us go to the farm,
talk to the people there.

If we don't come up with
some tangible results

in a couple of days,

then, yeah, by all means,
talk to the press.

What do you say, Victoria?

Aaaaa

Oh, yeah. Whew!

We're makin' bacon now.

Thank you.

If the Animal Rights Coalition

really wants to get people
to stop eating meat,

they should try
bottling that smell.

What's going on?
What are you looking at?

Hold the jokes.
I think I recognize that pig.

Excuse me?

That pig-- I think I know him.

So, listen,
if I'm sticking my nose

somewhere it doesn't belong,
just say so,

but am I allowed to ask where
and when you first met this pig?

In bed, the other night.

You happy?

Hey. What's he doing?

I don't know. He's your friend.

Hey, I think he's
making a break for it.

Come on. What do we do?

Or are we supposed
to call someone?

I don't know. Who do you call?

I think we should follow him.

If you say so.

Barney!

Oh, he's got a name,
and you know what it is.

I'm not gonna ask.

Barney!

Hey, Barney!

Okay.

We caught up to him.
Now what do we do?

Who picks him up?
Who carries him home?

Wait a second.

Lee, I think I know this tree.

Well, you know the tree;
You know the pig.

I'm starting to think you
got this whole other life

you don't tell me about.

Shh.

Lee... I think you
need to call Forensics.

I don't think

Melissa Treynet is missing.

I think she may be dead.

Whoa!

Check me out!

I haven't been able to lift
a whole car over my head

since, what, college?

So, you like it? Oh, my God,
I love it, especially that cape.

I think that's a really
good look for me.

Almost as good a look
as my new sweater.

Well, not so fast.

There's one more present,
isn't there, Marie?

Good!

Come on.

: Thank you.

: Hey, what's that?

I thought you gave
her the tie to wrap.

I... did.

I don't know what's in there.

More birthday presents.

You got Daddy a toy?

Wow, Marie,
that really is something.

Oh, my God,

it's an Axion!

Tell me you don't remember
this from when we were kids.

I had one in the first grade.

All the kids my age had one.

Come on, Axion!

Axion, the Galactic Guardian!
BRIDGETTE: Wait a second.

You had that when you
were a kid, right?

So wouldn't that kind
of make it an antique?

Antique is probably
pushing it a little bit,

but collectible, yes, absolutely.

I think they stopped making these in,
like, the '70s.

Where did you find this?

The comic book store-
Ariel took us after school.

That's funny.

I don't remember seeing you buy
anything when we were there.

Yeah, me-me, neither.

Wasn't it expensive?

No.

Marie, sweetie,
how did you pay for this?

Hey, this is Danny

from Masked Menace
Comics and Collectibles.

We're closed right now,

but please leave a
message at the beep.

Excelsior!

Hi, Danny.

Uh, my name is Joe Dubois.

My six-year-old was
in your store today,

and she, uh, unintentionally
walked out with an old toy

that you had on display.

Uh, so just in case you
realize you're missing

a certain galactic guardian,

I want you to know that he's safe

and we'll be returning
him to you tomorrow.

Uh, and for what it's worth,

I'm-I'm incredibly
sorry about this.

My youngest child

is a shoplifter.

Happy birthday to me.

Come on, we talked to her.
You saw her face.

She knows what she did was wrong.

All she wanted to do was
give her daddy something nice

for his birthday.

But besides the petty larceny,
didn't you have a nice birthday?

What? You didn't
have a nice birthday?

Well... What?

Every other birthday you always
make the special lamb chops.

Tonight you made veggie lasagna.

Well... I just thought we could do

with a little less
meat around here.

Well, okay, but on my birthday?

They screamed at me.

Who screamed at you?

The lamb chops--

when I took them out of the
freezer this afternoon,

they screamed at me.

It's a long story.

I'm sure it is.

Hello?

Sorry to call so late,
but I thought you'd want to know.

I got Forensics out here poking
around your friend, the tree,

and they did find some
blood and bone matter.

They did?

Yeah, but no one on my end's
getting terribly excited.

You know, they reminded me

it is next to a farm,
a slaughterhouse, technically,

so it wouldn't be
surprising to find all kinds

of bone and blood in the soil

that isn't necessarily
human. Plus,

you got wildlife in the woods.

I don't know, Allison.
No one's holding out a lot of hope.

They are gonna analyze
whatever it is they found?

Sure, they are.

Oh, yeah, and, uh, by the way,

uh, your other friend, uh, Corky?

Barney!

Well, he's back in his pen,
safe and sound,

probably dreaming of the day

he grows up and
becomes a pork chop.

That's not funny.

Well, hey,
look at the bright side:

For the moment, we have to assume

this girl is still alive
and well somewhere.

And you and me, we get
to go back to square one.

BARNEY: No, Mom!

No!

There, there, son, it's all right.

There's nothing to be upset about.

But, Mother, I don't understand.

What are you doing out there?

Why are you in that cage?

Are the humans
taking you somewhere?

Don't be afraid, Barney.

It's just my time.

What do you mean, your time?

My time-- that's
the way life works.

You live, and then the humans
take you, and it's over.

Barney, stop looking so sad.

You need to be brave.

But I don't want to be brave.

I want you here,

with me forever!

Mother, please don't go!

Don't leave me!

I'm afraid, Mother!

I'm afraid!

No! Mom, don't leave! Stop!

Hey, uh... you all right?

Allison, what's wrong?

I think I'm supposed
to save a pig.

Aaaa

Ms. Gossett.

Wow, you have quite
an operation here.

Yeah, well, thank you.

I'm very proud of it.

Believe it or not, most of
this is funded by donations.

A lot of people really believe
in what we're trying to do.

So, what brings you by?
Some news about Melissa?

No. Sorry.

Soon, I hope.

Actually, I was hoping to ask
your advice about something.

So you want to save a pig?

Not all pigs-- just this one pig.

Do you mind if I ask you why?

It's hard to explain.

I-I just have this very
powerful connection to him.

I know that sounds crazy, right?

I mean, I just feel like I
have to get him out of there

before it's too late.

What would I even do
with him once I got him?

I can't just set him
loose in my backyard.

I'm sorry.

You know what, you're-you're...

You're busy with a lot of things.

I'm sorry that I bothered you...

You are not bothering me,
Mrs. Dubois.

I'm worried about Melissa,
but I have a job to do.

And nobody would understand
that better than her.

You know, if you did get that pig,

I could help you place him
in a livestock rescue farm.

They're very humane.

The animals are very well treated.

The problem is,
how do we get the pig.

You know what I would
do if I were you?

I would try to speak a language

that those AgroUnited
people understand.

Offer them money.

What do you mean?

You think they'd
actually sell him to me?

They make a profit on every
pig that they slaughter.

I say figure out how
much the animal is worth,

and then you just offer
a little bit more.

That way, everybody wins.

Hello?

Melissa Treynet, our missing girl,

turns out her passion
for lost causes

wasn't limited to the
work she did with animals.

What does that mean?

Her boyfriend's a
recovering addict.

Did a stint for
possession back in '08.

SARC hired him for
a couple of months

after he got out of prison.

That's where he and Melissa met.

Do you think he might
have had something to do

with her disappearance?

I'm not sure,
but he certainly seems

like a good place to start.

You know, I've been clean
going on three years.

I just think you should know that.

Okay. I got it.

Now let's talk about
your girlfriend.

According to her mother,

you and Melissa hadn't
been getting along so well.

No, no, that's not true.

Melissa and I had sort of
an on-again/off-again thing.

That's all. Her mom
doesn't really get that.

What about lately?

Were you on? Were you off?

Good question.

Have to ask Melissa.

Ever since she started working
the night shift at that farm...

I don't know.

Can you be on with someone
who's never around?

The last time I saw her

was the night before
she started there.

Where were you the
night she disappeared?

Does anyone even know
what night that was?

I mean, like I said, once she
went undercover at that farm,

I wasn't in regular
contact with her.

How about a week ago Tuesday?

She was supposed to have
dinner with her mother

and never showed up.

Where were you that night?

Tending bar.

I work at a club downtown.

You're a recovering addict,
you work at bar?

Well, how about after work?
Where'd you go then?

Home. Bed.

Alone.

Aaaa

Look, I get why you're
asking these questions. I do,

and-and I would love
to help if I could,

but the truth is,
I have no idea where Melissa is.

Who was on that DVD?

She sent you a DVD, didn't she?

She brought a camera
into that farm,

looking for evidence
of animal abuse.

That was the whole point,
wasn't it?

Well, I'm guessing she
must have found some.

Why else would she
send you that disk?

Okay, here's the thing.

I don't know anything
about any DVD,

and I'm sorry, but, like I said,

I haven't heard from Melissa
since she started working there.

Now, I would love to help,

but I'm as mystified
by all this as you are.

The guy's story

stinks worse than
that farm yesterday.

What was that DVD you
were asking about?

Just something I saw in there.

Melissa must have sent it to him.

You know, I'm starting to think

that Victoria was right all along.

What is somebody from
that farm harmed Melissa

'cause she found something
that was incriminating?

Well, okay, let's say she did.

If Shane Carnahan had video
like that in his possession,

why wouldn't he
just show it to us?

He's got to know he's a suspect.

Why not point us in a
different direction?

Look on the bright
side: we got a suspect.

I think we'll have more
luck finding Melissa Treynet

if we investigate one guy
instead of, you know,

a whole industry.

I'm sorry, and I'll
never do it again.

You know, sir, we have a
very strict policy here

in regards to shoplifters.

We let the police handle them.

Sweetie, would you mind
just waiting for me

right over there by the door?

Look, she made a mistake.

She apologized; she brought
back your merchandise.

Don't you think maybe we can
leave the police out of this?

I mention she's six?

The Axion is damaged, sir.

Excuse me?

This figure.

When she took it, it was marked "
Very fine condition."

Now I'd barely call it "Good."

The joints are loose now,

and there's a small crack
on the back of his left leg.

The joints are, what,
35 years old?

All I'm saying is, sir,
I can't sell this,

not in this condition.

Not to any serious collector.

All right, fine,
if it'll end this,

I'll buy the Axion,
for whatever you say it's worth

before the joints were loosened.

Fair enough. You can make
that check out for $350.

Or... if you'd like,
we could just, uh,

turn the whole matter
over to the authorities.

ALLISON: Hello?

Yeah, in here.

Hey, I thought you were
taking that thing back.

Yeah, I tried, but the
previous owner wouldn't take it

in its new and
not-so-improved condition.

Ended up having to cut
the guy a check for $350.

It was either that or let

the police take Marie
away in handcuffs.

I'm still not sure I
made the right decision.

Yeah, you know, it's a...

It's a really good
birthday present.

Yeah, it brings
back some memories.

The only thing missing
is the nail polish.

Nail polish? Yeah, my mom used
to write my name in nail polish

on all my toys so no
one could take them

and claim they were theirs.

What are you doing?

Just checking to see if
you have some nail polish.

I wouldn't want
someone to take you

and say you belonged to them.

So what kept you?

I got your message
about missing dinner,

but you didn't say why.

You know that farm
I was at yesterday?

The one where that
missing girl worked?

I went by there tonight after work

to take care of a little
personal business.

This guy... was only the
second most expensive

impulse buy of the day.

$500 for a pig?!

I know. It's a lot!

I had to get him out of there.

Honey, think about everything
that he's been through.

He witnessed a murder.
He lost his mother.

Allison, he's a pig!

Where is he? He's not
in the garage, is he?

Those guys eat anything.

I've got a lot of
important stuff out there.

Backyard?

No, he's with the
animal rights people.

We're working on finding
him a permanent home.

Great, $500-- we don't even
have anything to show for it.

Okay, now you want
him in the garage?

You know, a few months ago,

we were shopping for
things for the girls

and I saw that necklace in
the jewelry store window,

and you said, "Get it.
You never get anything for yourself."

So, you got yourself a toy today.

I got myself a pig.

Ain't life great?

You're right.
Use it in good health.

You sure you don't want me to put

some nail polish on
the little oinker?

You were supposed to get
here 20 minutes ago.

Look, I don't know what
kind of game you're playing,

but I'm ready for you.
I'm not going to let you

do to me whatever
you did to Melissa.

Listen, this is the last
message I'm going to leave you.

Get over here with my $50,000

or I'm taking her video and
putting it up on the Web.

Who's out there?

Nice.

Well, I can't find any blood.

No spent cartridge.

Well, maybe the killer

cleaned up before he left.
Oh, maybe.

Look, I know what you
saw in your dreams.

I know that you believe

that Melissa Treynet and
Shane Carnahan were killed,

but at the moment,
that's a tough buy, Allison.

We don't have any bodies.
We don't have any evidence.

If you play this thing
strictly by the books,

you kind of have to conclude
that we don't have any murders.

Oh, come on, Lee.

We know something's
going on at that farm.

Whatever it is, Melissa taped it

and she's dead now because of it.

And now, so is Shane Carnahan.

Maybe or maybe he's just off
getting stoned somewhere.

Or maybe, uh, we spooked him
yesterday and he took off.

Or maybe he decided he
didn't want to be around

if we found a way to connect him

to his girlfriend's disappearance.

You've got to admit,
that's a lot of maybes.

He cleans it pretty good, huh?

There you go, Barney.
You're hungry.

Barney, huh?

Wow, I didn't realize the
fella had a name already.

I'll be sure to pass
that along to the people

from the rescue farm
when they come get him.

Speaking of which,

I should get him back
to the holding pen.

So he's ready. Let's go.

Barney, let's go. Come on.

Bye.

Bye, Barney.

WOMAN : Is this thing on?

Testing, one, two?

So, here's the video report
you've been waiting for.

Hi, Victoria. This is Melissa.

Thank you for letting me waste
the last three weeks of my life.

Uh, well, it's March 23.

13 in the morning and
I just finished up

my 19th day of employment here,

and I am pleased to report

that all of the rumors
of animal cruelty

seem to be utterly unfounded.

Are the people who run this place

turning innocent
animals into food?

Yes. Of course.

But they're doing it in accordance

with all of the state's
animal cruelty statutes.

So, I'm pulling the plug.

I'm going in tomorrow
and I am quitting.

There's just nothing to see here.

Mrs. Dubois?

Was there something about Melissa?

Uh... they were just
talking about the weather.

But I promise you,
as soon as I hear something,

you'll be one of the
first people that I call.

Hello?

You and me have a problem, sir.

Who is this?

This is Daniel Watson

from Masked Menace
Comics and Collectibles.

I'm missing my Sultar.
I beg your pardon?

Sultar.

As in Sultar the Cosmic Cavalier.

Blue body armor,
about 12 inches high.

He had two big yellow swords
and a button on his back

that made him walk
when you pressed it.

Yeah, no. I know what a Sultar is.

I had one when I was a kid.

Yeah? I had one.

Yesterday.

In a display case
by my front door.

Right up until your
daughter took it.

Took it? My daughter?

Is this some kind of joke?

Uh, I'm looking at the
security tape right now, sir.

I'm watching her put the Sultar

into her backpack.

You know what? No, that's insane.

I don't know what your problem is.

I don't know what you're
trying to pull here,

but my daughter's not
going to do that.

She's not going to walk
into a store with her father

and then apologize for
stealing something,

then steal something else.

I beg to differ.
Well, you beg all you want.

It just isn't so.

Uh, I'm going to have
to call you back, Dan.

Pretty lame, huh?

Where did you get that?

I found it in one
of Marie's drawers.

You push a button
on the back and...

And it walks. I know.

Aaaa

Are you coming to bed?

She's sorry, you know?

For what it's worth, she was
going to give you this one, too.

She was just waiting
for the right time.

Is that supposed to
make me feel better?

I think we should take her
to a child psychologist.

She's stolen twice in two days.

Are we going to have
to buy this one, too?

Already bought.

The comic book guy was kind
enough to take my credit card

over the phone this time.

Do I even want to
know how much he was?

Well, let's just say between
your pig and my toys,

we spent over a thousand
bucks this week.

Speaking of pigs...

Now that we've adopted
the little fella,

how does it work?

Do they send us pictures of
him in fancy, new clothes?

Does he write us letters?

How do we know that the money
that we're sending him is

actually being used to provide
a higher quality of slop?

Okay, don't make fun.

I already feel stupid enough.

You know, I-I-I still have no idea

why I was feeling what I
was feeling about him.

Why I felt like I
needed to save him.

But the good news is,
whatever it is seems to have passed.

No more weird dreams about him.

No more weird sounds
when I see meat.

I mean...

I even saw those lamb chops
in the freezer today.

They didn't make a peep.

Well, that's good.

Glad to hear it.

Well, how about we have
them tomorrow night?

I want to make sure we eat them

before they start talking again.

Sorry about that.

It's Melissa Treynet stuff.

I got it from her desk at
the Animal Rights Coalition.

Her boss let me have it.

I was hoping maybe it
would spark something.

And did it?

Uh, no. Not really.

I was so sure

all of this had to do with
something she saw at the farm.

Then today...

Maybe I'm wrong about all of it.

Maybe there was no DVD.

Maybe there was no murder.

Maybe she did run off with
her boyfriend to Mexico.

You're right, honey.

Maybe I should just go to bed.

You said you wanted to talk?

I just clocked out,

so I need get back to the
locker room to change.

If you don't turn in your
overalls after your shift,

then the manager docks you.

It's your last day on a job

you never intended to keep,
Melissa.

Do you really care if you get

into a little bit of trouble
with your manager, huh?

I'm assuming you're here to
talk about the DVD I sent you.

You know, when you said

you recorded something
that you wanted me to see,

I assumed that it
was some atrocity

that was being committed
right here on this farm.

I never in a million years

thought that the star of
your little film would be me.

Okay, it's not me.

It's my ledgers,
my bank statements.

How can you be so smug?

You're stealing money from your
own organization, Victoria.

Money that people donated
because they trusted you.

They believed in you.

My God, you're young.

Yes. After 23 years

of selfless service,
I found it necessary

to supplement my meager salary.

You bought homes.

You bought cars. You bought art...

To entertain the
people whose generosity

makes the coalition possible.

You know, I admired you so much.

And I, you.

Which is why

I want to make you a proposition.

I am contemplating
retirement and...

I was wondering if
you would consider

following in my footsteps

and taking over the
role as chairwoman.

I'm sorry, Victoria.

I made copies of the
DVD and mailed them

to several people
with instructions

to contact the media.

I'm going to go change.

This'll only hurt for a moment.

I-I know you've been
in court all day.

I don't mean to ambush you.

Allison, I know what you want,

but I don't have any
answers for you.

How can you not have
any answers for me?

Don't know what to tell you.

After you called last night,

I had a judge issue
a search warrant

for Victoria Gossett's home,
car and office.

Last I checked, we turned
up absolutely nothing.

What about the ledgers?

What about the bank statements?

According to our
forensic accountant,

if improprieties ever existed,

they've been tended to.

All of the coalition
books appear to be clean.

I'm telling you, she's a thief.

I'm telling you.
She is a murderer.

I'm telling you, nothing
would give me more pleasure

than to charge her
with those crimes.

One, both-- I don't care.

But if you're going to
file a charge of theft,

something needs to
have been stolen.

And if you're going to
file a murder charge,

it's nice to have a dead body.

Since we presently have neither...

Okay, night, Bridge. Night, Daddy.

What are you doing? Hmm?

It's bedtime.

Hasn't your mommy
already been in here

to kiss you good night?

I can't sleep,
not when you're mad at me.

I'm not mad at you, sweetie.

I'm confused.

I know you know the difference
between right and wrong.

And I know you know
that taking something

that doesn't belong
to you isn't right.

So why did you do it?

Why did you do it twice?

I thought it would be okay
since they were yours anyways.

What are you talking about?

It isn't mine.
It belongs to that man.

It belongs at his store.

But your name is in them.

They told me Grandma did
it with red nail polish.

Who told you?

The toys?

What are the odds?

My mom must've gotten rid
of these 30 years ago.

Given them to Goodwill or
sold them at a tag sale.

I can't even think
of how many hands

these must've passed through
before they got to that shop.

You know, Axion and Sultar

used to be my main
men for a while.

I mean, we used to do
everything together.

See, it turns out Marie gave you

a pretty wonderful birthday
present after all. Yeah.

I guess I should probably
cancel her appointment

with the psychiatrist.

And her reservation
at juvenile hall.

What's the matter?

Hmm? Whatever it is,
you want me to get

my main men involved?

Sultar is a robot designed
to solve cosmic mysteries.

And Axion is a
mutant bounty hunter.

So, whatever your problem is,

between the two of them...

Oh, thanks.

I'm just frustrated.

You know that old expression
"Getting away with murder"?

I used to think it was just that-
an expression.

Turns out there's a
lot of truth to it.

Aaaa

That's right.

It's feeding time.

I don't understand.

How could I possibly
be under arrest

for the murder of Melissa Treynet

when no one is even certain
that she's actually dead?

Actually, Ms. Gossett,

things have changed in
that regard. Take a look.

I'm sorry, but what am I
supposed to be seeing here?

That's an X-ray of
Barney's stomach.

Remember Barney, the little pig

you helped me rescue? Yeah.

That's an X-ray of
his lower intestine.

You see this? Mm-hmm.

The medical examiner tells us

that's a metacarpal bone
from someone's finger.

And she's pretty sure
that these are teeth.

And apparently,

the poor little guy's
been having a hard time

passing these objects

or they wouldn't still
be in his stomach.

Are you suggesting that the
person who killed Melissa

fed her to this pig?

Not just Barney.

Barney and some other
pigs at the farm.

I don't even know what to say.

And I certainly don't understand

how you could suppose that I

am involved in any of this.

Ms. Gossett, are you
the registered owner

of a snub-nosed.
38-caliber revolver?

I am.

I bought it a few years
ago for protection.

There was a series of threats
against the coalition.

Do you see this spot here?

The medical examiner

thinks that this is a bullet,

which is odd, because as
far as anyone can tell,

Barney has never been shot.

I'd be willing to bet

not only that that bullet is.
38 caliber,

but that it could be
matched to your gun.

And I'm sure you'd agree
with evidence like that,

it would connect you
to Melissa's remains

in a very significant way.

The amazing thing is that

all the other pigs who
were fed Melissa's remains

were slaughtered a few days later.

Any evidence that they might
have held for us is gone.

If you hadn't helped
me rescue Barney,

we really wouldn't have
much of a case right now.

I dispatched a forensic team

to the AgroUnited Farm to
investigate the possibility

that you disposed of
Shane Carnahan's body

in a similar fashion.

In the meantime,
my office is speaking

with a veterinary surgeon
who says that he's willing

to remove the evidence
from the pig's stomach,

so that you can be charged.

My advice...

Confess to both these
murders right now.

Spare the city the
expense of a trial,

and I won't pursue the death
penalty when I prosecute you.

Otherwise, Barney is
going to have to go

under the knife for a surgery
he doesn't even need.

Come on, Ms. Gossett.

You're still against
animal cruelty, aren't you?