The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 3, Episode 11 - Bloodsport - full transcript

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Yes! Hit him!

Hit him again! Kill him!

Kill that son of a bitch! Uh,
do you wanna just...

Yeah! Break... his... face!

So... you must hit
a lot of guys, huh?

Well, I'm a cop, so it comes
with the job sometimes.

It's only ever self...

That is so hot. I would
love to see you hit someone.

Oh. Uh... maybe.

Yes!



Charlotte Mitchell was her name.
She was a book writer,

writing a book.
Got control of the crime scene.

It's gonna be a wide suspect list.

Get statements from all the security
guards, vendors, and attendants.

Find out who could get backstage.

Right. It's gonna be
hundreds, at least.

Look, uh, just to be clear,
I don't own this arena.

I simply promoted the fight.
I have no liability here.

What was Charlotte
Mitchell's connection to you?

She was writing a
book about this fight,

about my guy, Manny Flacco,
and Rowdy Merriman.

She said it was a...
Microcosm of whatever. I...

I figured any P.R.
for my boy Manny is good P.R.

That's the kind of kid he is.



Got the initial report from the M.E....
Shot twice,

close range. Had a purse,
money, jewelry all intact.

Estimated time of death...
8:30, 9:00 P.M.

That was right in the
middle of the fight.

Excuse me. When was the last
time you saw Ms. Mitchell?

We were supposed to sit
together during the fight.

She didn't show up.
Sir...

Why are you staring
at me like that?

I was staring?

Oh, I'm so sorry.
My mind was elsewhere.

That's Charlotte Mitchell,
right? And you're, uh...

And you're Leonard Artash,
promoter.

Let's go talk to the
fighters, shall we?

Really?

Well, Rigsby just told
us it wasn't a robbery.

We know it wasn't sexual.

Looks like it was in cold blood,
so not a crime of passion.

What's that leave us?
I'd bet your pension

this has something
to do with the fight.

But Manny and Merriman were
in the cage when she was shot.

Are you a detective?

No.

Well, then.

Manny Flacco, you're the man.
You were fantastic in there.

Messed him up like
he was dog meat.

You're gonna be champion
of the world. You hear me?

Champion of the world.

You gotta deal with this now?
Yes, ma'am, we do.

What's the problem, Bea? Who are those guys?
They're cops.

Oh, come on now. Can it wait?
Let the kid enjoy his win.

Talk to him after he checks

in with the doctor.
I don't need the doc.

Hey, better safe
than sorry, right?

Manny's got nothing
to do with this.

Nothing to do with what?

Charlotte Mitchell was
murdered earlier this evening.

Charlotte murdered? Oh, my God.

Stay cool. Don't get excited.

She was found shot to death
in a service corridor

underneath the arena.
Happened during your fight.

You knew and you didn't tell me?

Manny, come on. You know
we're trying to protect you.

Listen, I didn't wanna
spoil your night.

Who did this?
That's what we're looking to find out.

You liked her a lot, huh?
This lady, uh, what's her name?

"What's her name"
Charlotte Mitchell.

Yeah, I liked her.

Everybody liked her.
She was good people.

Yeah, she was.
Yeah.

Okay.

Great.

Well, thank you.

Uh, where's Merriman's room? Oh.
So we're done now, are we?

Oh, I'm sorry.
You have some questions. Yeah.

She has some questions.

You don't wanna go back there.

These aren't the droids
you're looking for.

Tough night, huh?

Uh... listen. Consolation-wise,

you know what Nietzsche said.

Was uns nicht umbringt,
macht uns staerker.

Man, who the hell are you?!
You know what?

I don't even care.
Get your butt outta here!

I'm CBI. I'm investigating a murder.
Oh, you're a cop?

Well, not officially.

No, man, screw murder.
I got a robbery to report.

That little fanny-pack
Flacco wouldn't have won dip

if he didn't have the
stinkin' ref in his pocket!

Son of a bitch was head-buttin'
me the whole night! Ouch.

Who got murdered?
Charlotte Mitchell.

No kiddin'? The book writer?

Damn. That's messed up.

Ain't gonna be no book now,
I guess. Huh.

They rape her as well?
She was kinda hot.

Hello?

Either you're a genius manipulator

concealing your
complicity in the case,

or you're a... dimly lit clown.

Which is it?

You were right, big man.
Say that again, you son of a bitch!

Why don't you get back here,

see what one of your mouths can...
Hey! Hey!

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I'll get back to you.

Ballistics came back.
9-millimeter weapon.

Rifling patterns and
striations on the bullets

indicate the gun used to
kill Charlotte Mitchell

was also used in a
murder back in 2001.

The weapon was never recovered.

The killer was a man
named Joe Reyes.

Got out eight months ago.
Early release.

Cho's still working through
suspects from the arena.

Take Rigsby and talk to Reyes.

Find out what
happened to that gun.

I'm gonna go talk to the victim's father.
Rigsby's... busy.

With what?

Mr. LaRoche is interviewing him.
Oh?

A man named Todd
Johnson was murdered

while in CBI custody.

Yes. Cop killer,
burned to death in his cell.

I just wanted to get your
opinion on some things.

You were an arson investigator
before coming to CBI, right?

Yeah, in San Diego.

Yeah. Are you familiar with...

Pyrophoric igniters?

Sure. Liquid or solid?

Used in conjunction with
a xylene accelerant?

Overkill, I'd say.

Really?

And the fire safety
system here in CBI...

Easy to access and deactivate?

Top-of-the-line E.S.F.R system?
No.

Bypassing that took real know-how.

You could deactivate it,
couldn't you?

Yes, I could.

Are you accusing me?

Are you confessing?

Your father is
Steven Robert Rigsby.

Yes, he is.

What does he got to do
with the investigation?

Used to be affiliated

with the Iron Gods
motorcycle gang, yes?

Well, you know he was.

Yes, I have his sheet here.

Robbery.

Narcotics.

Assault.

Manslaughter. Quite the rascal.

Look, I have nothing
to do with my father.

Nothing at all?
No card at Christmas?

Nope. We don't talk.
I don't know where he is.

LaRoche.

You're supposed to inform me

when you talk to one of my people.

That's not a right.

That's a courtesy we
extend on occasion.

Well, in the future,

I'd like you to extend
that courtesy to me.

Thank you, agent Rigsby.
That should do it.

* Shall he lead *

* Every foe is vanquished *

* And Christ is lord indeed *

Amen, amen. Amen.

Welcome.

We have newcomers,
brothers and sisters.

Make 'em feel welcome.

Joseph Reyes?

My gun. A-a woman was
killed with my gun?

Same one you used back in 2001.

So you just cannot escape
the sins of the past.

All you can do is ask
the lord's guidance

and you know, keep on, man.

Did you know Charlotte Mitchell?
No, ma'am, I did not,

and I don't have that
gun anymore either.

Got rid of it back
when you shot that guy?

What did you do with it?

I gave it to a lady friend
of mine at the time.

What did she do with it?
That I don't know.

I haven't seen her
since my arrest.

What was the lady's name?

Uh... Dawn. Dawn May.

Address? Don't know.

Like I said, I didn't look
for her when I got out.

After finding my faith,
I realize I had to turn my back

on all my evil ways
and all the people

that could possibly
lead me back there.

All right. Thanks for your time.

Why did you kill that
man back in 2001?

If you don't mind my asking.

I don't know, ma'am.

It was foolishness.

Look, I-I did a lot of bad
things back in the day,

and that was just the
one they caught me for.

This is God's plan.

Here it is. I found it.

Good, good, good, good. Okay.

Hold it up. Dad.

No, come on. Hold it up.
Higher, higher, higher. Okay.

It's just a town hall report.

No, it's your first
newspaper article...

She was a good girl.

A fine human being.

We're sorry for your loss,
Mr. Mitchell.

Hmm. Thank you.

Would you mind terribly if I
just took a little look around?

Uh, no, uh, not at all.

The kitchen is, uh, there,
and her office is this way.

These...

Are her notebooks.

She kept good notes.

I taught her that.

I apologized to her
only last week,

teaching her a dying profession.

Journalism's dying, you know.

All this...

Internet.

Uh, maybe we should go in the
living room, Mr. Mitchell.

Uh, yeah. Thank you.

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I'll be right there.

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Can I get you something to drink,
Mr. Mitchell?

Some water, maybe?

Yeah. That would be very nice,
thank you.

It's newspaper articles.

No, I've been published
in real newspapers before.

Those were not real newspapers.
Yes, they were so!

No, they weren't.

No, okay. All right, all right.

Now I want you to read from it.

Come on. Read from it.

I'm reading it.

Oh, ha ha. Out loud! Go on!

"Grove Park interim
mayor Joyce Franklin

"presided today over the opening

"of a brand-new senior center

named for retiring
councilman Sam Chapin."

Uh... there.

Read the whole thing. Come on.

"The center will serve
the Grove Park community

and the surrounding areas..."

Jane!

Heart attack. Ambulance.

Thanks. Let us know.

Flacco is continuing
to pummel Merriman...

The doctors say Tom Mitchell
had a major cardiac arrest.

Hmm. I could have told them that.

They were able to stabilize him,
but he's still unconscious.

- They're gonna keep him in I.C.U.
until he wakes up. - Poor man.

Ooh. Went down and stayed down.

Oh, yeah.

But I've been looking through
Mitchell's notebooks.

Aside from a whole bunch
of stuff about the dangers

of mixed martial arts
fighting and blood markers,

she was looking for a
fight fixing angle.

What do you think?
Merriman took a fall?

Ah, I can't see it.
It's worth killing over, though.

A lot of money to be
made on a sure thing.

We should talk to the
promoter, Artash,

see what he has to say
about fight fixing.

Mr. Artash?

All right, 60/40 split.

And an option for his
next three fights.

Hey, alternatively,
go eat a shoelace.

I want... Hey. I want the
deal done by Friday.

Call me back. We got it!

Manny fights for the title,
six months' time.

$2 million purse.

Ha. Can I pick 'em or what?

You see that kid
with the long hair?

He's gonna be my next champion.
Mark my words.

Fight fixing...
What can you tell us about it?

No, that doesn't happen.
The board finds out,

everyone involved is done forever.

And you need a fighter
willing to take a dive,

which Merriman isn't.
No?

Egotistical jerk like him?

Come on!
Stick the jab and shoot it.

Stick and shoot!

Get off the ropes!

Your fighter looks
bigger and stronger.

Shouldn't he be winning?
He's slower and dumber.

You're Floyd Benton, aren't you?

Didn't you train Manny Flacco?

Used to, until he got too
big and smart to learn.

Come on, son of a bitch.
Stick it! Move! Come on!

Ah. Police officer.

How'd you know?

Police and fine women always
think they got a right

to be wherever they're at,
and you ain't no fine woman.

I'm here about Charlotte Mitchell.

Yeah. Poor girl.

You think it was about the fight?

What do you think?

I think if it wasn't
about the fight,

you wouldn't even be here.

What aspect of the fight do you
think would motivate murder?

You're the detective.

What, am I supposed to
do your job for you?

What if I do your job for you?

Is that a fair exchange?

Shoot.

Artash's prospect has a tell.

He taps his forehead before
he throws a right uppercut.

When he does that, your guy

should step to the
right and throw a hook.

Damn, if you ain't almost correct.

You got a good eye.

Well, thank you.
Now it's your turn.

Charlotte Mitchell...
Who killed her?

Don't know. But I will say this.

There's more to Manny
Flacco than meets the eye.

Oh. And what's that?

Just a vibe I get.

Does that vibe have
anything to do with the fact

that he fired you as his trainer?

I'm a bigger man than that.

Okay, listen up. Come here.
Come here, come here, come here.

Listen, the man there...

There she is...
Joe Reyes' old girlfriend.

Keep on going.
All right. Come on now.

Keep movin'.
Dawn May?

We need to talk.
What's this about?

You remember a guy
named Joe Reyes?

We need to know what happened
to a gun he gave you.

Could you guys keep it down?

People around here
might get upset,

they knew about my past business.

The gun...
What'd you do with it?

I gave it to my cousin Bobby.

I don't know what he did with it.

Where's your cousin Bobby?

Dead. Got blown up in Iraq.

Excuse me.

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Hello? I don't know
what he did with it.

Agent Rigsby,
this is J.J. LaRoche.

Where are you?
We need to talk more.

I'm working a case.
When are you coming back in?

Well, I couldn't say.
It's an active case.

I could agent Lisbon
to bring you back.

Should I do that?

I'll be there in an hour.

...Two kids I'm trying to
raise right who don't know

the kind of life I used to lead.

Ma'am, we won't speak to your
children about this unless we need to.

You ready?

Yeah. Thank you, ma'am.
We'll be in touch. Thank you.

Says she was at a parent-teacher
conference the night before last.

Should be easy to check.

Anything wrong? Who called?

Nothing. Nobody.

You said there had
been no contact.

But phone records show six
phone calls from your father

between June and July of 2008.

What does this have to
do with someone burning

a cop killer to death here in CBI?

Nothing... directly.

But it does speak to character.

You're questioning my character?

Did you know there are
criminological studies

that posit criminality
as a heritable trait?

Like eye color or
a baritone voice.

Wh-what?

I just mean... it may not
be your fault, agent Rigsby.

You may simply be predisposed
to criminal behavior,

scientifically speaking.
Look, my father called me

about a mix-up with
his parole officer.

Was I supposed to
ignore him? Hang up?

And did you forget
that conversation,

or you just chose not to speak of it?
I forgot.

Are we done here?
I think we're done.

Hey. I got something.

A security guard had a run-in
with Charlotte Mitchell

before the fight.

She was trying to get into
the dressing room area.

Didn't have the right
kind of access laminate,

so he wouldn't let her in.

She got agitated, made a scene,

and he threw her out.
This was at approximately 6:30.

6:30? And that puts her
in the arena an hour

before the M.E.'s estimate.

Yep, and that means
Flacco and Merriman

both had opportunity.
They're suspects, too.

Bring 'em both in. See what they
have to say under questioning.

Okay.

Mr. Merriman, your associates
are gonna have to wait outside.

Oh, they're cool.
They're cool outside.

Hey, Flacco, you little punk!
You used plaster wraps, didn't you?

I know a little punk like
you don't hit that hard!

Mr. and Mrs. Flacco,
why don't we talk in my office?

Come on, babe.

Oh, now you running away, Manny?
Just like you did in the cage, huh?

2 million people saw
me kick your butt.

Live with it.
Oh, hell, no. Come on!

Control yourselves, both of you.

Look, either of you try anything,

and I'm gonna put you in cuffs.
So let's just calm down

and get back to business.

I think you like
getting beaten up.

A little masochistic
streak there, huh?

Thanks for that. Thanks.

Break it up, guys! That is enough!

***

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What the hell is going on here?

Do you people even
know what you're doing?

Sit down, Mr. Lima.
No! Not until you tell me

why you're setting
Manny up to get jumped.

Mr. Lima, how we conduct
interviews is not your concern.

It is if it endangers my fighter.

Manny shouldn't have been
called in here anyway.

He's grieving for Charlotte.

We just need to ask
him a few questions.

Now, please, take a seat.
Why?

I mean, you got the
man you want already.

You mean Rowdy Merriman?
You saw him. He doesn't like it

when he doesn't get what he wants,

and he didn't get what
he wanted from Charlotte.

And what did he want?

Guess.

Nah, I didn't kill
the writer lady.

Why would I?
I've looked at your rap sheet.

There's a history of
violence against women.

Pfft. Man, if I slap a bitch,
it's 'cause she asked for it.

Bitches like to get slapped.
Don't ask me why.

Did Charlotte Mitchell ask for it?
No, she didn't.

But I asked her, though, you know?
Huh.

You know, she was like... "Ew!"

You know, I disgusted her, man.

Nice, clean, college lady.

She rejected you.
How'd that make you feel?

Like I had to call another bitch to
break me off a piece, which I did.

Now she was researching
you and Flacco.

Maybe she found out
something about you

you didn't want anybody to know.

Man, you know what?
I got nothin' to hide.

I'm straight up thug,
and I'm proud of it.

You know, what they
gonna say about me that

ain't already been said, huh? Nah.
Little Mr. Perfect...

He's the one got
secrets to be hidin'.

Flacco...
What's he got to hide?

I mean, he was knocking boots

with that writer lady, for one,

dogging on that nasty little wife of his.
You got proof of that?

Proof, man. Ask the punk, dude.

He'll be like...

Yeah, go ask him.

Mr. Flacco?

Do you want your wife present
during our interview?

Normally, we do this alone.

I need her here.
I got no secrets from Bea.

Okay. What was your relationship
with Charlotte Mitchell?

She was writing a book about
me and Rowdy, about the fight.

Which started when?
Since I started training for the fight,

about six months ago.

And how about when
you weren't training?

What does that mean?
Don't act dumb, Manny.

- She wants to know if you were
sleeping with her. - What? No.

Look at me when you say that.
Honey, I wasn't sleeping with her.

"Honey"? Please.

So he's sleeping with her? So what?
Bea...

No. I don't wanna hear it now.

We've been together since I'm 13,

married since 17, 4 kids.

You think I don't
know what's going on?

He's a professional athlete.

I blame it on the women.
Men don't know any better.

Baby, I never s...
And you know what?

Manny's good.
He doesn't go all crazy.

But we do have the nurse
at the physio clinic,

the two waitresses in Vegas,
the girl at Len's club...

Where were you the night
of the fight, Ms. Flacco?

Backstage.

I-I can't take it
when Manny's fighting.

I wait until it's over.

Was anybody with you?

Yes. Plenty of people.
There's always people around.

But yeah, you know what?

I could have sneaked off
and killed the lady...

Only I didn't.
We done?

For now.

Bea, come on.
No, no, no.

Don't be mad.
Not here.

You want to talk to Floyd Benton.

The lady was gonna write
about how he dopes

his young fighters at his gym.

That's why we took
Manny out of there.

Where were you the night of
the Flacco/Merriman fight?

At the fight. I had to buy a ticket.
You believe that?

Charlotte Mitchell asked you

about steroid use at
your gym, correct?

Beatriz Flacco.

She hasn't liked me since she
was a little girl in pigtails.

What's Beatriz Flacco
got to do with this?

She told you that crap.
We heard from numerous sources

that Flacco fired
you as his trainer

because you were pushing
steroids on him.

No one was pushed to do anything.
But there was steroid abuse,

and Charlotte found
out about it, right?

Big scoop. Athletes get juiced.

Steroid abuse is a crime.

So arrest me. I won't resist.

I've done far worse things
than abuse steroids.

I wouldn't hurt a lady over
some picayune nonsense like...

Steroids? Please.

They all had motive,
and they all had opportunity.

Hmm. What about the notebooks?

I read her last six
months of notes.

There's nothing useful that I could see.
Could I take a look?

Be my guest.

Excuse me, agent.

Mr. Reyes, what brings you here?

Look, I just saw on TV
that that lady who died...

Her father just had
a heart attack.

Now is he gonna be okay?
I'm not sure yet. He's in I.C.U.

What's up, Mr. Reyes?

Look, I-I lied before.

Take a seat.

Thanks.

Go ahead.

When I told you I don't
see Dawn anymore,

well, I-I do... see her
every now and again.

Y-you know, for old times' sake.
Hey, why not?

You people got me thinking
about that damn gun

and all the mess it's caused,
so I went to see Dawn,

and she told me she told
you she gave that gun

to her cousin Bobby, who passed.

That's right. We can't
track the gun past him.

Yeah, well, it's not
true what she said.

She didn't gave that gun to Bobby,
God rest his soul.

She just said that
because Bobby's dead,

and he can't deny it, you know?

She didn't wanna get into trouble.
What did she do with the gun?

***

Frank Lopez.
We need to talk to you.

CBI? I ain't never been
questioned by the CBI.

Guys...

Thank you.

What you got?

Ten years ago,
a woman named Dawn May

gave you a 9-millimeter handgun.
She did?

You still have the weapon?
Why do you ask?

Well, the gun was used
in a murder two days ago.

Dawn May. The name's
not ringing any bells.

What kind of gun was it?

9-millimeter.

Oh, yeah! Yeah,
it was a nice weapon. A glock.

Yeah, Dawn.

Skinny, crazy girl.
What happened to Dawn?

Oh, she's fine.
And the glock?

Oh, I lost it.
You lost it.

Yeah. Four years ago...
At a club called, uh...

Narcissus. You know it?

There was a scuffle.
I had to run out after some punk.

Next time I look, the 9 was gone.

It's a nice weapon,
but what can you do?

Uh-huh. And, uh,
where were you two nights ago?

I was here.

Any one of these
guys will tell you.

You don't believe me?
You can lie-detect me.

I ain't worried.

What'd you get?

That guy LaRoche...
He wants to talk to me,

wants me to come in.
What'd he talk to you about?

Okay, look, uh,
I have to tell you something.

Um... I should've told
you before, but I didn't.

Two years ago, my dad called me,

and he was getting hit
with a parole violation.

Seen consorting with
known criminals,

and he was looking at a
full 20-year bit in folsom.

So you alibied him out.

Yeah. I said he was with
me at the time, but...

I'm family. So the parole officer

wanted to know if there
was anybody else there,

you know, who could verify it,
and... I said you.

What?
It just came out of my mouth.

I swear to God, if I could've
taken it back, I would've.

But they never checked
back with you,

and everything seemed fine,
so I just forgot about it

until LaRoche started
questioning me.

So you involved me
in your perjury,

and now P.S.U.
is investigating it.

If LaRoche finds out about this,
my career is over.

Yeah, it is, unless I lie as well,

back you up, right?
Look, I'm sorry, man.

I know I've put you in a bad spot.

I've been a cop
close to ten years.

Never lied to another cop,
not once.

Look, I'm not asking
for you to lie now.

I just... I want you to do
what you think is right.

Yeah.

So what are you gonna do?

I'm not lying for you.

Manny Flacco will be fighting

for the middleweight
crown on Cinco de Mayo.

It will be a second
American revolution.

What a country.

Where else can a
kid from the barrio

and a son of Armenian immigrants

come together to make
something like this happen?

Me, a guy, who five years ago,
owned a few parking lots

and a couple of restaurants
and nightclubs?

And a kid who never
graduated high school.

But we had a dream, and today
that dream is a reality.

God bless America.

Anything on Mitchell's notes?

Not a thing.

Manny Flacco is challenging
for the middleweight crown.

Len Artash just announced it.

What are you doing?

Going to talk to Len Artash.
You coming?

Pull guard!

Reverse, reverse, reverse.

Watch the guillotine!
Artash, got some questions for you.

You were born in America, yes?
That's right.

And your parents are Armenian.
Yes. Why?

What was your father's name?
Arik Artashian.

What's your father's name?
Floyd.

Uh-huh. And your mother?

Nancy. What is this about?

Nancy... doesn't sound
like an Armenian name.

No, it's not.
It's what she called herself

when she got here to America.
What was she christened?

Nargiz.

And do you have...

Nargiz. I bet that means
something beautiful.

It's a flower.

Either of you recognize this?

No. What is it?

It's Charlotte
Mitchell's notebook.

You know what that says?

What about you?

No. What do you think it is?

I don't know. Some kind of
coded shorthand, most likely.

Doesn't matter. Uh, I'll bet
her father knows what it says.

Doctors said that Thomas
Mitchell has taken a turn

for the better. Uh,
expected to regain consciousness

in 12 to 24 hours, right?
Right.

Right, so there we have it.
Thomas Mitchell will tell us

what this says, and then
I'll bet we will find out

what Charlotte learned
that got her killed.

I went through that
entire notebook.

There wasn't any shorthand in it.

Really? How weird.
Wonder where it came from.

You served in the military,

didn't you, agent Cho?

Yes.

Rangers, was it?

Special forces.

So... you understand
the concept of honor.

That's an affidavit
that Wayne Rigsby signed

saying that you and
he spent an afternoon

with his criminal father.

You remember that day, agent Cho?

Agent Rigsby initially claimed

to have no contact with his father

then became evasive when
confronted with his falsehood.

Looking into it,
I... discovered that...

Wayne provided an alibi that
kept his father out of jail...

And you were part of that alibi.

So...

I just need you to confirm...

On your honor...

That you were indeed
there that day.

Yes, I was.

I was there with agent
Rigsby and his father.

Okay.

Good.

What did you do that afternoon...

The three of you?

Give me some details.

I don't recall.

Nothing at all?

Strange.

I was there.

I'll swear to it.

You need me to sign something
to make it official?

No.

That won't be necessary.

That'll be all. Thank you, agent.

I told him I was with you.

All right, let's go.
We've gotta get to the hospital.

Jane and Van Pelt are already there.
You guys okay?

Let's go. I'll explain on the way.

All clear in Mitchell's room.

Hallway's clear.

All clear here.

Wait a minute.

I think I saw Reyes.
He's headed your way.

I see him, Cho.
Cut him off.

Mr. Reyes.

What are you doing here?

Um, I was just coming
to pay my respects.

No, you can't be here.
We have to leave now.

Wait. I didn't mean anything.
What are you doing?

Don't argue, Mr. Reyes.
Right this way. Come on.

Mr. Lima, put your hands on
your head where I can see 'em.

Mr. Mitchell left the
I.C.U. yesterday,

but I'll be glad to pass
on your best wishes.

Whatever. You got nothing.

That notebook shorthand
crap won't fly in court.

True enough. I happened to write

that notebook
shorthand crap myself.

Charlotte Mitchell was murdered
because she discovered a secret.

I simply had to
convince the killer

that the secret didn't die with her.
Et voila.

And this should fly
nicely in court.

You got it all wrong...
Save it. This is the gun that was used

to shoot Charlotte Mitchell,

and you're the one who killed her.

You can have these back now,
Mr. Mitchell.

I, uh...

I'm sorry, but I-I
scribbled in one of those.

That's, uh, how we caught the
man that shot your daughter.

I hope you don't mind.

No, no. That's, uh...

So... um, it's over?

Y-you've solved the case?

Yes. Now we're just tying
up some loose ends.

Never... never would've figured
Suge Lima as a murderer.

Yeah, that's terrible.

Shocking.
Yes, it is.

What for?

So, uh... is there
anything I can do to help?

There is, actually.

Your... your mother's name... the flower?
Yes. Nargiz.

Nargiz, which means...

Narcissus...
Same name as your club,

named it after your mom.

Yeah.

Club Narcissus,

where Frank Lopez
lost Joe Reyes' gun.

Yeah, the one he
got from Dawn May.

That one.

Who? What?

You don't know the guys,
but we know how you got the gun

that Lima used to
kill Charlotte Mitchell,

and you're under arrest.
Stand up.

The only thing we don't know
is why you had to kill her.

And that's what we're
gonna find out.

Mr. Flacco, do you
remember around a year ago,

giving blood to be tested?

Sure. Results came back,

said I was as healthy as a horse.
Suge told me.

Suge lied.

He and Artash
submitted the samples

under Suge's name instead
of yours just in case.

Markers showed a
high level of protein

that indicates cranial
bleeding and spinal leakage.

Oh, my God.

Charlotte Mitchell
figured out the switch.

I know that blood sample
was Manny's, not Lima's.

If Manny gets in that cage,
he could die.

What the hell are you
talking about, lady?

And how'd you get your
hands on those tests?

Stop the fight, Len, or else.

All right, all right.
I'll stop the fight. Calm down.

We got a problem.

Those sons of bitches.

They risked Manny's life.

No M.M.A. authority would
let him in the cage

if word got out.

It's one doctor's opinion.
He looks fine to me.

Do you really think
you'll get away with this?

I will tell everyone.

Let go of me.

Let go of me.

It's gonna be fine, baby.

We're gonna make it through this.

You gotta feel for the guy.
He lost his livelihood.

Meh. Lost a life of
getting hit in the head,

but he got his marriage back.
Seems like a fair trade to me.

Aren't you the romantic.

Makes the world go round.

Hey. Cho.

Thank you.