The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 3, Episode 17 - Bloodstream - full transcript

Golf. I don't get it.

Pointless, absurd,
repetitive activity

very good for
clearing the mind.

All these stalls here,
mental washing machines.

Van Pelt, what do we got?

According to his driver's
license, this is Micah Newton.

Murder weapon appears
to be the 5-iron there.

- No defense wounds.
- Or witnesses.

Coroner thinks he was struck
from behind while hitting balls.

Sunblock, hand sanitizer, healthy snacks.

Somebody grew up with
a protective mother.



Another golfer found him
around 4:00 this morning.

Killer left the victim's
golf bag and wallet intact.

- Cho's going through the car now.
- It's pretty early to go golfing.

Apparently 4:00 A.M
is the beginning

of the morning rush.
Place runs 24 hours a day.

Talk to the management
and have them give you

- all the security footage from last night.
- Yes, boss.

Jane, focus.

Trying. There it is.

- Very hard to find the correct knob.
- On the victim.

Ah. Sorry.

Yes, uh, he is a
professional, health-conscious.

When you factor in

the specially
monogrammed windbreaker



and the iodine stains
under the fingernails

and the illegible scroll
on these scorecards.

You can only draw one conclusion.
Our man here

- was a doctor.
- Somehow that makes sense.

Mm. A doctor with a problem.

What kind of problem?

This impact label was marking his shots.

And in this particular case,
the "X" doesn't mark the spot.

His shots are more at
the front of the club.

- What does that mean?
- Well, it means that he was...

Slicing them.
Coming across the face.

Happens when you're
feeling stressed. Mm.

Lisbon, may I speak with you?

We really need to get you a bell.

I wonder, have you
developed any theories

on where agent
Hightower might be?

No.

Has she been
in contact with you?

You mean, have I had
contact with a wanted felon

without notifying
my superiors?

No, I have not.

You spent a day with
Hightower's children at CBI.

What were they like?

I'll get back to you on that. Excuse me.

- Cho, what did you find?
- Victim's I.D. Badge was in his briefcase.

- He's a doctor over at Blessed Sacrament.
- Oh! You may touch the hem of my garment.

- What's this attached to it?
- It's a radiation badge. It monitors exposure

to hospital radiation.
I'll have the coroner's office test it

- when they do the autopsy.
- I wasn't finished, agent Lisbon.

Agent Laroche, this is
a crime scene. I'm busy.

Curious... your disinterest
in finding Hightower.

Are you for real?

We've had to endure your
surprise visits for months.

You named your killer.
She's on the run.

Why do you keep showing
up on my crime scenes?

- Because this morning, I...
- I don't even want to hear it!

The second Hightower's
replacement is announced,

I'm gonna put in a formal request

- to keep you away from me.
- As I was saying,

This morning I was assigned to
take over Hightower's duties,

which include
overseeing this team.

Oops-a-daisy.

I appreciate your candor,

- and I'm going to honor your request.
Agent Cho? - Yeah?

I'm putting you in charge
of the team as of right now.

Agent Lisbon,
you report to agent Cho.

Good day.

Hey. I talked to the team.
We figured it out.

What's that?

Well, you run the investigation.
Call the shots like usual.

- I'll report to Laroche.
- I appreciate the offer, but no.

- You're the boss. This isn't right.
- It's a direct order. You are in charge.

If I'm in charge, I have
to be in charge for real.

I will back you 100%.

You're a senior agent.
Show 'em what you got.

- You sure?
- I'm positive.

I'll clear out my office
for you this afternoon.

- I don't want your office.
- I told you, it's o...

I prefer no walls
between me and my team.

How'd it go?

- I'm in charge.
- Got it.

- Any orders, boss?
- No, really.

Lisbon didn't go for it.
I'm in charge.

Oh. Well, congratulations.

Let's break down the case.

All right. Lisbon,
can you please fill in

the personal details
you've learned?

Sure. Micah Newton, age 42.
He's survived by a husband.

He's an M.D., but he played mostly

- an administrative position a the hospital.
- And, Van Pelt, did you find anything

- on the surveillance tapes from
the driving range? - No help.

Cameras only cover the
parking lot and clubhouse.

- Killer must have parked on the street.
- Mm-hmm. Fingerprints on the club?

- None usable.
- We have a coroner's report yet?

- Yeah. Right here.
- Okay.

The, uh, blow to the head

caused an instant cerebral
hemorrhage. No surprises there.

- but there were questions about his
radiation exposure. - What kind of questions?

Well, hospital personnel
wear badges to keep tabs

on their radiation exposure.
Now according to Newton's badge,

he was way over the
limit for this month.

With levels like that, he should
have been glowing in the dark.

But the coroner's test
of his body found it

- within an acceptable range.
- How could that happen?

- Lisbon, take Jane to the
hospital and find out. - Yes, sir.

I'll talk to the husband.
Uh, Van Pelt,

check into Newton's records.
Rigsby, you're with me.

- You have a chance to read the case files yet?
- No need. I saw enough at the crime scene

- to know that a doctor did it.
- How can you tell?

A single blow to the head
causing instant death...

that takes medical
know-how, a strong ego,

and a killer golf swing.

Definitely
a doctor-on-doctor crime.

- Are you the CBI agents?
- Yes, she does the detecting,

- and I do the insulting.
- Uh, consulting.

That, too.

Francine Trent.
I'm Dr. Newton's assistant...

Was, I guess.

I'm sorry.

If you'll follow me.

Here's Dr. Newton's
schedule from yesterday.

Thank you.

According to this,

the last appointment he had scheduled
was a lecture at 8 o'clock?

To the first-year medical students.

It was a highlight of his year.

I see you have the same
radiation badge he did.

We're required to wear them at all times.

Any idea why his levels
were off the chart?

No. Um, we use radioactive substances

Like cesium-137 for blood irradiation,

But everybody wears lead shielding

So they're protected, so... I don't know.

Did you get an invite to the wedding?

- I did.
- How was it?

It was lovely.

Hmm.

Who are these people?

- Transplant patients.
- Mm-hmm.

Dr. Newton started
the transplant program

at Blessed Sacrament.
Gave him tremendous joy.

Are they still alive?

- Jane...
- You're not my boss anymore.

Transplants are a tricky business.

But I-I've seen so many people saved...

- People who were going to die. - Yeah,
well I'll let you in on a little secret...

We're all gonna die. I am so sorry.

That's okay. Being scared
of doctors and hospitals

- is perfectly normal.
- I'm not.

Um, so, uh, did he actually
go to his lecture at 8:00?

Yeah, he never missed an opportunity

to give a motivational
speech to young doctors.

He was a good practitioner,
but a better leader.

I think it's why he moved
into administration.

Mm. And who's this rogue's gallery?

All the physicians on
the transplant board.

- Dr. Newton was chairman.
- Yet he stands to the side,

and this man takes center stage.
Who's he?

Dr. Quick, chief of surgery.

As of this morning, he took over
Dr. Newton's responsibilities.

- Now we're getting somewhere.
- Can we speak to him?

- He's leading the transplant board
meeting. - That's a fast transition.

Dr. Quick said the meeting
was too important to postpone.

- Will there be other doctors there?
- All of them.

A roomful of doctors? Manna from heaven.

Could you please take us there?

I'll be on my best
behavior. I won't say a word.

Excuse me. David Vance, event director?

Uh, he's in the back. I'll go get him.

Thanks.

- So listen, delicate question.
- Yes?

Thursday quiz night is strictly
no bosses, as you know.

Should we give your spot to Lisbon?

- Feels kind of weird.
- Do what you feel is right.

Or should we just hang on to
your spot in case you screw up?

It's just a joke.

Yeah. Funny.

You're gonna make a hell of a boss man.

I'm already scared of you.

Thank you for meeting me here.

I, uh, I would have
cancelled this gala,

but it's my charity's
biggest fundraising

- opportunity of the year. - When was
the last time you saw your husband?

Yesterday morning.

We're early risers.
Well, I'm the early riser.

My work is about
an hour from home,

And Micah would just
get up to be with me...

even after a 12-hour shift.

- Did you have any contact during
the day? - He called at 9:30.

Stressed, as usual. Said he was
gonna go to the driving range

- before he came home.
- Was that a normal routine?

Micah didn't like to bring his
work problems home with him,

So he would sort it out
on the driving range.

So you think he was facing a work problem?
Yeah, it was some kind of personnel problem.

- Did he say what it was? - No, no.
Micah's job came with a bull's eye attached.

Somebody was always mad
at him for something.

Uh, last week, this, uh, letter came

from the husband of a
transplant candidate.

I thought you should see it.

Micah was head of the transplant board.

He had to make hard decisions...

who lived and who died.

I told him he should go
and take that to the police,

But he said it was nothing to worry about.
"if my wife dies, you're the son of a bitch

- I'm coming for first."
- Thank you.

We have a new patient at the top
of the kidney transplant list...

Patient Siberia.

His, uh, kidney function's
at a critical stage.

- Dr. Watson will give us a
rundown. - Wh-what about Enid Jordan?

She won't last another week.

- That's who Newton had at the top of
the list. - Due to tragic circumstances,

Dr. Newton's no longer
running this meeting. I am.

And as a member of the
anesthesia service,

Dr. Gidry, you are merely
here in an advisory role.

Watson?

Patient Siberia has
end-stage renal failure.

- Yes?
- Why do they call it a kangaroo court?

Are kangaroos especially
unjust in comparison

- to other marsupials? Would wallabies be more judicious?
- You promised you wouldn't say anything.

He promised he wouldn't say
anything. It's just a little...

This is not a kangaroo court.

Did I say it was?

Interesting that you
deny an unmade accusation.

Now that you raise the issue...

I'm sorry.

Who is this man?

- Oh, he's Patrick Jane. He's
a consultant with the CBI. - Hi.

I'm agent Teresa Lisbon.

We're investigating the
murder of Dr. Newton.

- Well, this is hardly the venue.
- Au contraire. This is just the venue.

A roomful of professionals

who prescribe drugs
they know little about

to cure diseases they
know less about for people

they know nothing about,
and they call me a fraud.

Now by the raise of the hand,

which one of you
killed Dr.Newton?

You're gonna stand by
and watch this?

Ah, it's out of my control.

My boss is agent Kimball Cho.
I can give you his phone number.

Well, I won't put up with it.

Oh, come, now. It's perfectly obvious.

Patient Siberia gets
first dibs on a kidney

Because he's some VIP.
with oodles of cash.

Now that you're in charge,

- It's all velvet rope for the VIP's,
right? - Meeting adjourned.

Oh, and, uh, for those of
you who are less experienced

with police intimidation,
you're under no obligation

to talk to these two.

Smooth. Thank you.

- Give 'em hell.
- I will.

Uh, you're Dr. Quick's accomplice, yes?

- Surgery fellow.
- Oh.

- Scared of doctors, eh?
- No.

I understand. Don't
like some of them myself.

Since Dr. Quick isn't
interested in talking to us,

perhaps you can tell us
where he was last night.

You think he had something to
do with Dr. Newton's murder?

- Why?
- Elementary, my dear Vernon.

Newton's body isn't even cold,

and quick has seized
his position with gusto.

The man lives up to his name.
Dr. Quick didn't kill anyone.

He just wants us to be a
top-notch research hospital.

For that, we need money. We're not a charity.
You still haven't answered my question.

- Where was Dr. Quick last night?
- He had a dinner.

It was running late, so he
asked me to cover his call.

- I worked throughout
the night. - Late dinner.

You obviously haven't partied
with pharmaceutical reps.

Operator. We need Dr. Montez in I.C.U.

- And who's this patient Siberia?
- A kidney transplant candidate

who is patiently waiting
for me in the C.C.U.

If you'll excuse me, please.

Dr. Montez to I.C.U.

Let's head over to radiology.
That badge is still buggin' me.

I wanna know why
it was so radioactive.

I'm gonna pass.
I'm off the cafeteria

For something deliciously
suspended in gelatin.

I'm not even gonna ask you
where you're really going.

- You wanna know why?
- I don't have to.

Hi, Byron.

Hey.

I'm agent Van Pelt.

Your wife is Enid Jordan?

Yeah, that's right.

Last week the head of the transplant board

At Blessed Sacrament received this.

Did you write it?

You know,

they say if you're angry
to write a letter

but wait a day
before you send it.

They say sometimes just the
act of writing is enough.

I waited a week.

And I still felt every word.

So, yes, I sent it.

You do know that Dr. Newton
was murdered last night?

Yes, and I'm sorry about that.

But tragedy happens. Ask Enid.

Why were you so angry with Dr. Newton?

He put your wife on the transplant list.

Do you know what it took
to get into his program?

First, Enid had to
lose the required weight

through sickness.

And then she was too sick.

And then after that, can we
afford to maintain a new kidney?

Hoop after hoop after hoop.

But she was put on the
list. And nothing changed.

You're up the list one day,
down the next,

Never at the top, and
always there's someone else

That gets to go first.
I'm so tired, lady.

Byron, where were you
at 2:00 this morning?

I was, uh, bent over a toilet,

holding my wife's hair back
while she spit up blood.

Stress ulcers.

And so back into the hospital
she went this morning.

Another declotting
procedure this afternoon.

How many times
can they cut her open?

Operator.

Hi. Uh, we need Dr.Watson
in the O.R., stat.

Which room, sir?

Uh... 3.

Paging him now.

Dr. Watson to O.R. 3, stat.

Ah, you must be patient Siberia.

Yeah, well I... oh!

Ow. No movement.

Who are you?
And don't say "doctor."

Wasn't going to.
I'm Patrick Jane.

And I'm kind of...
Law enforcement.

You must be some kind of
Russian crime lord, yes?

Where's your badge?

Front vest pocket.

Uh, it's more of a laminate.

I-I didn't get the, uh...

I'm a consultant. I didn't
get the real shiny badge.

Who tells you
I'm Russian crime lord?

Your Sochi accent, the
star tattoo on your chest,

the bullet wounds,

your thousand-yard stare.
I could go on.

Thank you.

Rubens.

My name is Ulis Oratni.

Yeah.

Why are you here?

Well, a doctor at the
hospital was murdered.

His name is Micah Newton.

And he stood between you and a...

New kidney.

Ah. You think I killed him.

No. Obviously, you're not
in good enough shape for such

Strenuous activity, but
possibly someone you know did...

Someone, uh, strong like a bull.

How's your golf swing?

Give me club.
I will show you.

- Got the pa... what's going on here?
- This... this man... he has a gun,

And he pointed it at me.
He's very rude,

And that's not even
including the assault.

Sir, I'm with the CBI.
Is he telling the truth?

Get up against the wall. Go.

It's your colleague
that's trespassing.

And he's put the safety
of this patient at risk.

His blood pressure's skyrocketed.

We're leaving, but
we're taking him with us.

Come on.

Oh, just one more thing...

What's the going price
for a kidney these days?

Is it an x-ray machine or
a new wing on the hospital?

Or does Ivan the terrible
here have Dr. Quick's niece

- tied up somewhere in
some basement? - Go, now!

I just got off the phone
with Interpol. Yegor Golenka,

Our Russian friend in holding,
has an extensive police record

in Moscow. I'm gonna have
a word with him about it.

What did you find out about
Dr. Newton's radiation badge

- at the hospital? - I talked to his
assistant, then I asked around

In the radiology department.
Nobody could explain

why his radiation levels
were so high. It's a mystery.

Did you find out what
source of radioactivity

- would affect the badge and not the
person wearing the badge? - Um, no.

- Okay. Van Pelt, follow up on
that for me, would you? - Will do.

- I can handle it. - Don't you
have to go talk to your suspect?

Yes, boss.

We hear you're a violent
offender in Russia.

How'd you come by your weapon here?

I can get you a
translator if you need one.

I understand.

Well, in that case, speak
up and look me in the eye

when you talk to me.
Show some respect.

Mm. Yes, ma'am.

Let's try again.

How did you get the gun?

I found it.

These guns... they practically
grow on trees in California.

You know that in this country,

You need to have a license to have a gun?

And when you threw my
colleague up against the wall

and held him at gunpoint,
you committed a felony?

That means you go to jail.

Your prison system is, uh...

like vacation in Russia.

But then who would look after Mr.Oratni?

My replacement.

- You'd do anything for him,
wouldn't you? - Without hesitation.

- Would you kill for him?
- Of course.

Did you kill Dr. Newton for him?

Hmm. Mm. No.

Where were you last night
between 9:00 and 2:00?

Watching over Mr. Oratni...
In his room.

All night.

Dr. Quick... he, uh, made special
provision for me to be there.

Since arriving in this country,

I have not left the side of
Mr. Oratni for a single moment.

Until now.

That's the nurse's station there.

If you need anything
else, please don't ask me.

You got me in so much
trouble this morning.

I'm sorry, Francine. Thank you.

Paging Dr. Bender,
paging Dr. Bender.

Looking for a post-op patient?

No. I'm, uh, looking for a nurse.

- Which one? - You, actually.
You're in the seat of power here,

And we all know who
really runs a hospital.

Please? Can somebody please
help me? Will you help my wife?

She just got out of surgery.
She says her pain is unbearable.

Hang in there, baby.

Enid Jordan.
Did she get her kidney?

No, just another de-clotting
procedure, more tubes

Stuck in her body. I don't
know how much more she can take.

Dr. Gidry.

- Still rabble-rousing?
- Always.

She's post-op 15 minutes
after a de-clotting procedure

and severely agitated.

Okay. Mrs. Jordan, it's Dr. Gidry,

Your anesthesiologist.
Where are you on the pain scale?

Oh, come on! She's in agony!
What does it look like?

Uh... I'm afraid your wife has
reached her allowable amount

of post-op pain medication.
I need you to hang on

a little longer, okay, honey?
Push 10 milligrams of Valium

if she's still agitated in 20 minutes.

What is wrong with you
people? I'm sorry, baby.

I-I-I-I'll keep trying.
I'm not gonna give up.

Excuse me, ma'am,
if... if I may? Uh...

You might want to try
screaming. Often helps.

Excuse me?

Screaming. Expressing the
pain. Uh, saint whoever-it-is

Would agree. Screaming...
it's therapeutic in itself.

- Besides, it'll get you your
drugs a lot quicker. - Who are you?

Patrick Jane. Nice to meet you.
Uh, Byron and Enid, yes?

Yeah.

Scream.
Try it.

Russian doesn't look good for it?

Nope.

Hey, boss.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I was looking into the radiation
badge and learned something.

Any access in the hospital
after hours requires employees

- to use their I.D. badge to gain entry.
- That sounds promising.

There's more. Newton's badge
usage the night of the murder

- doesn't add up.
- How so?

According to the security report, he
swiped his badge in radiology at 8:05

- that night. - But Newton's assistant
said that he was giving a lecture to medical

- medical students around that time.
- Exactly. Kind of hard to be in

- two places at once, right? - We'll run
that down tomorrow and see where it leads.

Good work, Van Pelt.
Good work.

Thanks. Well, you were right.
The radiation badge was a clue.

Just doing what you taught me.
Running down all the angles. Yeah.

Listen, boss...

Don't call me "boss." I'm
not your boss. You're my boss.

Give it a try.

Aah...

Come on, little more than that,
little more than that. Everyone.

The girl's got pipes.

How does that feel?

Feels good. Pretty good.

Scream a day keeps the doctor away.

I would steer clear of the
tall one, if I were you.

Nothing but heartache there.

How did you know...

Oh, my god. I have been telling
Gloria he was a dog for weeks.

Yes, but he is a yummy dawg.

So level with me.
Most of the doctors around here...

are terrible, right?

No, some of 'em are keepers.

Dr. Newton was an absolute
treasure, bless his heart.

Mm. Who else? On the principle

that he with the whitest
coat hides the darkest heart,

who do you think is the
nicest, sweetest doctor here?

Dr. Watson.

Mm. That's interesting.

You think he's the killer?

Well, he is Dr. Quick's yes-man

and the supervising physician
for patient Siberia,

So that puts him right
in the thick of things.

No. Dr. Watson is cute...
and nice.

I was working a double last night,

and he got doughnuts for everyone
on the graveyard shift. Aw.

You mean, whilst he was
covering for Dr. Quick's shift,

he went out and bought
everyone doughnuts?

You should be marrying him, Daisy.

Dr. Watson wasn't working here last night.

He just... stopped by.

Doctors really are the
best liars, aren't they?

- So is Dr. Watson working right now?
- Yeah, but his shift ends in a half-hour.

You want me to page him for you?

Oh, no, no, no. I'll find him.
It's been a lot of fun.

Everything we've said
is in strict confidence.

I'll make that official by
deputizing each one of you.

It's our little secret, ladies.

What is he doing in this neighborhood?

That's what you're here to find out.

Dr. Watson lied about
working at the hospital.

He merely did a drive-by

with doughnuts

in the middle of
the murder window.

- Probably looking for an alibi.
- Mm.

Hospital's only a few minutes
away from the driving range.

Entering a sketchy building
with a duffel bag...

Possibly full of money
to pay off the killer.

That's your cue to be a
hero. I'll wait in the car.

Oh. Thanks.

Go get 'em.

Get away from me!
Get off!

CBI!

Hands in the air!

Help!

Help! What's wrong with her?

She's a heroin addict
coming out of an overdose.

- I need to continue helping her...Now!
- Should I call for an ambulance?

Help! No need.

Alicia? Alicia, it's okay.
It's okay. You're fine. Help!

Another dose should do the trick.

What is that?

Whoa.

Naloxone. Fastest way to
strip opiates from the system,

reverse an overdose.

Always keep it handy in my bag.

Good thing one of her smack
buddies called me in time. Shh.

This is more than altruistic.

Do you have an addict in the family?

My mother O.D.'d when I was 12.

It's part of the reason
I became a doctor.

Why did you lie about
being in the hospital

the night that Newton
was murdered?

I was moonlighting at a
mobile clinic last night.

That's a violation of my
contract with the hospital.

I can't afford to lose my job.

I've got medical school bills
like you wouldn't believe.

Okay. Well, keep up
the good work. Rigsby?

I'm sorry. This man's still
a suspect. If Newton found out

about his moonlighting, that
could be motive for murder.

Newton knew. He even came to the clinic

to keep his skills up,
give back to the community.

Regular saint. See? There you go.

It's obvious Watson here
is a diamond in the rough.

One doctor clear, a whole
hospital full of suspects to go.

Dr. Staitman to I.C.U.,
Dr. Staitman to I.C.U.

- Seven minutes. - I should have
hurdled that last gurney.

- Right.
- What? I ran track in high school.

The medical students I talked
to said that Newton's lectures

started at 8:10, but his badge
was swiped in radiology at 8:05.

That means he had five minutes

to make the same trip that took
you seven. And I was running fast.

So Newton was either faster than you,

- or someone else was using his badge.
- Somebody stole his badge, definitely.

What? I'm fast.

Because of his position,
Newton's badge allowed him

- access to every area of the hospital.
- Valuable badge to have.

And over the last month, Newton accessed

the radiology department three
times as much as any other area.

But the people you interviewed
in radiology said that Newton

- rarely spent time there.
- Exactly.

Somebody else was using Newton's
badge the night of the murder.

Show him. Newton's
lectures are videotaped.

This is a still image hours
before Newton was killed.

He's not wearing his security
badge. Was it reported stolen?

No, but we believe the badge was
used at the time by someone he

thought he could trust with it...
Francine Trent, his assistant.

I ran her financials. She used
her credit card two hours ago.

- Bought a ticket at the Main
Bus Terminal. - Let's hit it.

Attention, passengers,

The northbound bus for
Portland, Oregon,

now boarding at gate 12.

The women's restroom is clear.

Now boarding at gate 12.

Concession area clear.

Attention, passengers,

the northbound bus for
Portland, Oregon,

Now boarding at gate 12.

Suspect spotted, northwest corner.

Are you going somewhere?

What is this?

We know you stole

Dr. Newton's security pass
the night of the murder.

- When did you return it? Before or after
you killed him? - I didn't kill Dr. Newton.

You're gonna have to come with us.
First we need to look in that case.

Don't touch that! Okay.

- What's in the suitcase?
- Cesium-137.

The suitcase is lead-lined,
but if you open it unprotected,

The material will get into your
marrow and mutate your cells.

That's what she was using Newton's
all-access badge for.

Those pellets sell for a small fortune
on the black market. And that explains

all the radiology visits. And why, when I
first met you, you knew so much about it.

Did Newton find out you stole them?

- Is that why you killed him? - I didn't
kill anyone. I spent the night

- at my boyfriend's. You can check.
- Rigsby, I want a hazmat team down

here asap. Van Pelt, keep the perimeter
secure and keep an eye on the suspect.

Lisbon. I don't think she's our killer.
How can you be so sure?

I believe her story, and
she's not a doctor. You, too?

That's Dr. Malvo.

Needs to remind himself
which limb he's cutting into.

Otherwise harmless.

Unless you're his patient.

What's going on, Daisy?

He has enough drugs inside
him to knock out an elephant.

It doesn't make sense.
Sensing a pattern here.

If I had a nickel for every pain
complaint, I'd own the joint.

I heard they found you a kidney.

You all set for surgery?

Yep, I can see the fear in your eyes.

You have to be fearless
in your line of work,

and now you fear the pain
you've inflicted on others

has come back to you
in the form of sickness.

And I do believe you might be right.

Ahh!

Nothing like a fresh cup of joe

before you start the business
of swapping out organs.

Thank you, Patrick.

Pleasure. And for the unsung...

Patrick, you're too much.

Mmm. I want a coffee.

You know, I have a very
special cup of tea here

- that you should try.
- Mm.

And our crack leader who
will presently save the life

of a ruthless foreign killer.
You definitely need a coffee.

You don't belong here. Henry.

Not very hospitable, but I get
your drift. Whoa, I'm leaving.

Your murder victim's
assistant gave up her buyer.

She's been stealing small
amounts from the hospital

over the last month.
Adds up to a huge profit.

The feds just picked the buyer up.

That's a relief.

Unfortunately,

she has a airtight alibi
for the night of the murder.

After she returned his badge,

she did indeed spend the
night with a male companion.

So Newton's killer is still out there.

True,

but those pellets could have
been weaponized in a dirty bomb

with the power to injure
thousands of people.

Nice catch.

Wasn't my catch. Cho gets the credit.

He's a good leader.
You were right about him.

I'll include your sentiments in his file,

as well as a commendation
in your own.

Thank you.

You are back in charge of your
team, effective immediately.

Wait...

What?

You're back in charge.

I heard you.

Why was I pulled off in the first place?

Maybe I was messing with you?

And it showed you I won't
tolerate any disrespect.

That'll be all.

Oh.

Lisbon, well done. Very good news.

I have the perfect
congratulatory gift in mind,

But you're gonna have
to come by the hospital

So I can present it to you.

Patrick Jane, O.R. 8, stat.

If you can hear my voice, Patrick,

Move your ass to O.R. 8.

Better make that quick.

That was my ass.

What the hell is this?

I felt it important to
let you and your team know

Before you cut this man open,
that you have all been drugged.

What are you talking about?

What do you mean, drugged?

How? Who did it?

I did, by a special coffee blend.

I got the idea from the able Dr. Watson.

What was that stuff you
gave to the heroin addict?

Naloxone?

Yeah, that's it. It was
handy in your duffel bag,

Just as you said. I put a
"carefully measured dose"

in the coffee pot... all of it.

Why would you do that?

Perhaps I should back this story
up. Uh, somebody in this room

is an addict who's been
stealing pain-relieving drugs

from the patients before,
during, or after surgery.

- What makes you think that?
- From my time spent with you, dear.

As soon as I saw those patients
fresh out of surgery,

it was obvious to me they hadn't been
given enough of the good stuff.

And I believe that's what
Dr. Newton figured out

and that's what got him killed.

You drugged all of us, based
on that wild conjecture?

Yes.

You gave everyone here Naloxone?

Yes!

Do you have any idea how
dangerous that can be?

I did read the label, thank you
very much, and it's only harmful

to those individuals suffering
with liver and kidney damage...

Uh, that makes Oratni
completely out of the question...

and pregnant women.

Oh, my god.
You gave me tea.

Yes.

How did you know?

It's perfectly obvious.
I also know who the father is,

But don't... don't worry.
Your secret is safe with me.

Lisbon. Perfect timing. Just
in time to open your present.

What's going on?

I spiked the coffee.

Somebody in this room is about
to spiral into a rapid detox.

The shakes, nausea,

those dreaded cravings for
the rush of a fresh hit...

Hello.
Someone's missing.

I don't see Dr. Gidry.

The anesthesiologist.
Of course.

Lisbon.
Hurry.

Drop the needle!

No, no, you... you... you don't
understand. I, uh, I need this.

I'm going through withdrawal.

No, you're not.

But the coffee...

Jane didn't put
anything in the coffee.

He needed to lure out the
real killer, and here you are.

Okay, okay.
I-I-I admit it.

I-I-I stole drugs and I returned
them watered down, but...

That doesn't make me the killer.

C-can we... can we just get...
get a little fresh air in here?

It's s-stifling.

Tell me how you started using.

Residency?

Up days at a time. I mean,

how else were you supposed to
stay alert enough to perform?

And then I'd... I'd need something else

to help me come...
come back... down.

And when did Newton figure
out you had a problem?

I don't have a problem!
I maintain perfectly!

No. Your real withdrawals are starting.

You work with me here,
and I can get you what you need?

Last week...

Newton was doing a review of O.R. cases,

and he found some
inconsistencies in patient care.

So he brought you in.

He said that my actions had...

had left the hospital
exposed to lawsuits.

Zero tolerance means zero
tolerance. Blah, blah, blah...

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
So he fired you?

No, no, no, not just... not just
fire me, no. He... he was gonna...

He was gonna report me to
the state medical board. Huh?

and cooperate with the police if asked.

He called it moral obligation.
I called it covering his ass.

So...

I tried to reason with him.

After his lecture, you followed
him to the driving range.

I'm sorry.

He said he was sorry,
but he just kept swinging.

He was gonna destroy
everything that I'd worked for,

But he kept on swinging,
and I lost it.

You killed him.

My life didn't matter to him.

Why should his matter to me?

So...

Are you gonna help me out?

No.

Got Gidry's confession.

Golenka's being deported
tomorrow. He'll be back

just in time to greet Oratni
and his pre-owned kidney.

Now that Quick's been fired

for trading an M.R.I. machine
for a kidney, let's hope

the hospital's transplant
program stays on the up-and-up.

Yeah, there's an endless supply of doctors

like Quick in the world.

Way to see the bright
side. Need anything else?

I want you to know that my
reinstatement is in no way

a reflection of your
abilities. You did a great job.

I know. Hey, guys.
Come on in.

So we have a question.

If there's a group hug coming,
I am so outta here. No hugs.

We're going out for a drink
to celebrate the return of Cho.

You want to join us?

Guys, thank you. I can't.
I got a lot of paperwork to do,

And there's a management meeting.
Next time.

Good night. Next time.

Good night.

Night, boss.

The price of power.

Patrick. There you are.

Yep. Here I am. You caught me.

Yeah. I-I didn't want to take
up too much of your time, uh...

Mm-hmm. I just wanted to let
you know that they found a kidney

for Enid.
Uh, they're operating tonight.

I think your advocacy
had a lot to do with that.

Oh, no, no. Good for Enid.
It's... good luck with that.

I wanted to give you this.

St. Sebastian.

Gave me a lot of strength.
Maybe he'll do the same for you.

A magical medallion.
That's... that's cool.

He helps people in pain.

But, uh...

You know, seriously, I'm...
I'm not really a believer.

You know what? Nevermind.
Thank you very much.