The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 3, Episode 19 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn - full transcript

Hey. Victim's name is John Flynn.

He's 48, married... Cho's
bringing the wife now...

And C.E.O. of a company
called Symphony.

Symphony? Web site says it's a
high-end matchmaking service.

Rich old men looking for hot young chicks?

Yep. Flynn was shot twice in
the chest at close range,

then dumped or fell in the water.

A woman heard some pops from her boat,

putting the time of death
at 5:38 P.M. last night.

Did she see anything?

No. No witnesses.



Bruising looks to be a few days old.
Coroner thought the same.

So far he and forensics haven't
found much else that helps us.

Jane, anything to add before we go?

Yeah, the sun and the
sea... isn't it wonderful?

Anything to add about the victim?

Rich guy, C.E.O.
probably killed over money.

Way of the world.
That's all you got?

Do you know in seven years,
each and every cell is

completely replaced in your body?

That means you are literally
a different person

from when we first met.
Sadder but wiser.

He's very wet.

That must mean something.

Grieving widow? Yeah.



Hello.

Hi.

You were watching me.

Yes.

Why? It's my job.

Your husband was murdered at the marina last night.

Yes.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

You seem genuinely upset.

Does that surprise you?

How long were you and
your husband married?

I'm sorry. I don't know your name.
Patrick.

Erica.

About a year.

What do you see?

You're independent,
ambitious, competitive,

yet you have a warmth about you...

Enough to charm the stoic agent Cho,

which is no small feat, let me tell you.

You're skilled at getting people
to open up to you, to trust you.

And there's a question of
whether you use that skill

to help people or to manipulate them.

A little of both, if I'm being honest.

I'm a matchmaker.
I help people find true love.

You think it's silly.

No. Good enough job, I imagine.

You think the idea of true love is silly.

No.

That explains it.

Explains what?

The utter sadness I see in you.

We're all finished, Mrs. Flynn.

I could walk you out, if you like.

Thank you, agent Cho.
You've been very good to me.

I'll walk her out, if you don't mind.
Not at all.

Sure.

It was very nice to meet you, Patrick.

Hopefully next time, it'll be
under better circumstances.

You know, every day women come to me,

hoping I'll help them find

a kind, gentle man to fall in love with.

I'm sure any one of them
would be lucky to meet you.

What was that all about?

Oh, she's just thanking
me for consoling her.

Oh, and here I thought you
hated talking to widows.

This one's a little different. How so?

She murdered her husband.

You're right.
Usually, it's the victim's spouse

who's the murderer, but
Erica Flynn has an alibi.

Mm. I'd expect nothing less from her.

One of her clients is in
with Rigsby right now,

and she swears that she was with

Erica at the time of death.
Then I must be wrong.

She did say that her husband
got in a fight a few days ago,

he came home with a bruise.

She doesn't know who the fight was with.
Any guesses?

The reality is John Flynn ran a
multi-million dollar company.

He had money, dozens of employees,

and a lot of ruthless competitors.

And Flynn's file also says that
he gave half a million dollars

to charity last year.

That's the first time
he's ever done that. So?

It's a red flag.
How is giving to charity a red flag?

Giving to charity isn't a red flag.

Giving half a million dollars to
charity, out of the blue, is.

It's a sure sign of a guilty conscience.

That is so far from the truth.
Well, think about the people

that donate that kind
of money to charity...

All right, Wall Street
executives, crooked politicians,

troubled celebrities...

It is all in the name of

clearing their conscience.
You're horrible.

How long have you been
a member of Symphony?

Oh, just a few days, actually.

Night before last was my first

interview with Erica.
And what time was this?

From 05:00 until just after 6:00.

And you're convinced that
Erica Flynn was there

the entire time? Yes.

Can anyone confirm that?
Oh, I think the rest of the staff

had already left the office
by the time we started.

I'm a litigator, so that was the
earliest I could meet Erica.

Oh, it's probably why I joined
the service in the first place.

It's not that I'm some
social leper or anything.

I mean, I can meet people.
I meet people all the time. So... no?

No.

But there's the DVD.

The DVD?
Of the interview.

Yeah, it's part of,
uh, Symphony's service.

A client interview, appearance counseling,

date coaching.

It's actually a very thorough
approach to matchmaking.

Anyway, Erica was interviewing
me the whole time.

Just see for yourself.

Just... just... God, don't
show it to too many people

'cause it's kind of embarrassing.

And they haven't edited out

all my silly faces, dumb comments yet.

Oh, my God. Okay, it's fine.

You can watch it.

I mean, for investigative
purposes, obviously,

not that if you wanted to
watch it for other reasons

you couldn't.

Got it. Uh, well, we'll call
with any other questions.

Thanks for your time. Okay, right.
Well, no, thank you.

All right, I-I had...
I have a question.

I... will just...

Are you in a relationship?

No. Um, I'm not, actually.

Well... good to know.

Uh, nice to meet you, agent Rigsby.

Nice to meet you, Sarah.

Uh, this way. Right.

Hey, boss.

You gotta see this.

It's a video of John Flynn's
ex-wife, Kim Cartwright.

I found it online while doing background.

3 months ago, my husband of 21 years,

John Flynn, told me he was divorcing me.

John said he wanted to be alone,

that he didn't want to be married anymore.

Well, John, this is what I think

of your settlement agreement.

Word is out on you, John.
I am going to tell everyone

exactly what kind of a man you are

because you are a pig!
You are a coward!

I made that video almost a year ago.
I was upset.

You were more than upset, Ms. Cartwright.

You threatened to make your
ex-husband's life miserable.

Talk to me when your
ex-husband remarries

someone ten years younger
and two sizes smaller.

Shh. Libby, no. No barking.

Where were you that night?

I was home alone.

I didn't kill John, if
that's what you're thinking.

Oh, my God. That's what
you're thinking. That's insane!

John and I reconciled months ago.

We... we spoke all the time.

Including the afternoon he was murdered.

Do you recall what you two talked about?

John was unhappy in his marriage,

and he needed someone to listen.

So he called his ex-wife?

Okay, it's complicated, all right?

Shh. Shh. Bad dog. Shh. No bark.

You said was unhappy in his marriage.
Why?

Well, John loved his
company, but he was ready

to step back and enjoy life, and
Erica didn't feel that way.

She kept pushing him
to expand Symphony.

It caused problems between them.
Shh!

When we found John, he had a
bruise over his left eye.

He mentioned that he'd gotten into a fight

with an ex-client, Henry Cliff.

You know what the fight was about?
No, he was evasive.

It was something he
didn't want to share.

Did you know Erica Flynn signed a prenup

before she got married?
You're barking up the wrong tree.

Time coding puts the start
of the meeting at 5:00 P.M.

It finishes just after 6:00,
just like Sarah said,

which means that Erica
Flynn was at her office

at the time of the murder.

Try to look directly into camera.
It will allow

your future soul mate to
better connect with you.

What do you think of these dating
services anyway? No and yes.

What? No, I've never used
one, and yes, you should.

Oh, because you're cool, and I'm not?

Anything to stop you
dating your co-workers.

How would your closest
friends describe you

to someone who doesn't know you?

Oh. Well, I think they would say...

Uh, we have you scheduled
to come in next Tuesday.

Okay, great. See you then.

Welcome to Symphony.
If you'll just fill out this profile,

someone will be with you shortly.
Profile.

Patrick. I see you two have met.

Peter's our reception clerk,
though I doubt for much longer.

He's a very talented musician,
writes such beautiful music.

Patrick is a consultant with CBI.

He's investigating John's murder.

I'll hold your calls.

We're all a little overwhelmed
today, as you can imagine.

I shouldn't even be here.

But to be honest, I didn't
have much of a choice.

With John gone, well, you understand.

Is there any news in the investigation?

No.

Do you have any more questions for me?
Not really.

I think I understand.

Understand what?

Why you're here. I wasn't sure
at first when I saw your ring,

but you're single, aren't you?

That's not why I'm here.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, Patrick.

I've helped a great many clients

in the exact same situation as you.

Well, I'm not in a situation.
There's no situation.

I know what you're feeling.
I've been there.

Yeah, I don't think you have.

You were in a relationship
once, you were in love,

but it ended badly, and you
were deeply hurt as a result.

You shut yourself off from the world

and avoid meeting new people

because you don't want to
ever feel that loss again.

But now you're ready to
move on with your life.

I can see it in you.

You can find happiness
again, even true love,

but you have to be willing
to let me help you.

That was spooky.

It was like you read my mind.

Our in-house studio is right this way.

It's where we conduct
our client interviews.

How many interviews have
you conducted here?

Enough to know what I'm doing.

Whoa. That's bright.

Very fancy.

We like to show our clients
in the best possible light.

I thought true love was blind.

We may love with our hearts, but
first we lust with our eyes.

Don't you agree?

If you make yourself comfortable,
we can get started. Here?

Yeah. Okay.

Try to look directly into the camera.

It will allow your future soul mate

to better connect with you.

How's that?

Perfect. I'm gonna ask you

a series of standardized questions.

These have been designed to get
at the heart of who you are

and who you're compatible with.

Try to answer as honestly as possible.
Ready? Yes.

Good. Now, Patrick,

what kind of woman are you interested in?

Rich, quiet blondes.

No snoring. That's a deal-breaker.

We were told you
punched out John Flynn.

Yeah, I hit John.

It was a misunderstanding.
Who misunderstood what?

It was nothing, a tiff.
Two days before he was murdered.

Am I under arrest?

No, you're just a person
of interest at this point,

a suspect. Unless you can

clear things up with a simple explanation.

All right.

It was about a woman, okay?

Naomi. Met her at a singles
mixer John's company organized.

We hit it off at the bar,
a few drinks, few laughs.

Next thing I know, she
invites me up to her room.

All right? I'm up there, what, two seconds,

boom... she is all over me.

I mean, really hot and really passionate.

Get to the part where you
punch out John Flynn.

Yeah, right.

Uh, two days later, I get a phone call.

I think she wants another bite
off the old Cliff bar, right?

No. Turns out the bitch is blackmailing me.

Says she videotaped our
whole night together.

Says unless I give her $15,000,

she's going public with that video.

You paid the money?

Well, yeah.
I can't have a sex tape going around.

Look, I'm a Sac Metro top
ten prestige realtor.

My face is on the friggin' billboard.

I get respect in this community.

So you went after Flynn.

He's supposed to be screening
these women, for Pete's sake.

But look, it's not what you think.

John and I talked it out.

He swore to me that he would
handle it personally,

said he was gonna make sure she got caught

and put in jail for what she did.

So much for that plan, right?

I have just one more question.

In an ideal world, what would
you want your life to be like?

Haven't thought about that.

In an ideal world?

A pet dragon, definitely,

for flying around on. That would be good.

Please try and answer seriously.

It's important.

What do you want from your life?

I want my life to be free.

Free how? To love? To be loved?

Free from my past.

I wanna tell you something.

Every day I introduce men
and women to one another.

If I do my job well, those people connect.

They spark.

I can actually see it.

Just like I see it in
you right now with me.

I don't say this to make
you uncomfortable.

I say it because I want you to know,

no matter how alone you feel,

you are capable of finding
love, of moving on.

I was wondering when you'd do this.

Do what?

Try to manipulate me.

I would never do that.

I'm simply pointing out emotions
I know you feel towards me.

You're wrong. I don't feel
anything like that towards you

for one very good reason...
You murdered your husband.

That's not funny.

It wasn't meant to be.
Why would I kill my husband?

Money, well, money and
control of the company.

Same difference, really.
John was gonna leave you,

and if he left, the company left with him.

Everything that you worked for,
everything that you'd built...

Gone.

And you couldn't let that happen.

No.

You're all about autonomy, control.

Abused as a child, I expect.

I didn't kill my husband.

In fact, you don't actually
believe I did. No?

No. You're simply doing

what you've been doing ever
since your wife died...

Intentionally sabotaging
any relationship

by pushing away anyone who
makes you feel something.

You want me to be the killer

because you don't want
to have feelings for me.

It's a tragic but natural response

to the guilt you feel
over your wife's death.

I do push people away,

and I do feel guilt over my wife's death,

but that does not change

the fact that you murdered your husband.

I am more certain of it now than ever.

If that's the case,

prove it.

Where are we with the Flynn murder?

Rigsby and I are still checking
out Henry Cliff's alibi.

He said he was in a
bar watching the game,

but we still haven't found
anyone to confirm it.

Stay on it. What about the ex-wife?

Still no alibi either,
but I did find a lawsuit

Kim Cartwright filed against
Flynn around the same time

she posted that online video.
Looks like it has something

to do with the divorce settlement.

I'm having the courthouse

messenger over the files.
And the blackmailer, Naomi?

Yeah, we're having some
trouble tracking her down.

Symphony doesn't
have that information?

It's all fake... photos, driver's
license, social security number.

I mean, the forgery's good, so
I can see how they missed 'em.

All we have is Cliff's
description of her,

including a small tattoo near her hip.

So basically, we have nothing to go on.

Okay, let's start with what
we do know about Naomi.

Uh, she targeted a rich, single man,

with the purpose of extorting
him, right? Right.

So if she's done it once, she's
probably done it before.

Van Pelt, check into every
dating service in the bay area.

See if they've had any
experience with Naomi.

Maybe we can get to her that way.
On it.

There are 11 matchmaking
services in the bay area,

four of which specifically
cater to high-end clients.

Did they know Naomi? No.

And none have reported
any extortion claims,

but I got to thinking,

what if she's planning to blackmail again?

I checked with the companies in the area,

and one is planning a
singles mixer tonight.

On a hunch, I cross-checked Naomi's profile

from Symphony with all the
profiles of the women

listed as attending the event.

I got a match... a woman
named Viktoria Shays.

No photo, but several answers
she gave about herself

are identical to Naomi's.
Is Rigsby here?

Yeah, somewhere.

Tell him to go home and put on a nice suit.

He's got plans tonight. All right.

Have you seen my laptop? No.

Now, Sarah, what kind of
men are you interested in?

Wow, right to it.

Now, Patrick,

what kind of woman are you looking for?

Quiet, rich blondes.

No snoring. That is a deal-breaker.

How would your closest friends describe you

to someone who doesn't know you?

Oh. Uh, well, I think they...

Now, Patrick, what kind of
woman are you looking for?

Quiet, rich blondes.

No snoring. That is a deal-breaker.

Now, Sarah, what kind of
men are you interested in?

Wow, right to it.

So what do you think?

I think you look good.
Thank you. Cho?

I'm not answering that question. Oh,

come on. Honestly, just
tell me what you think.

You look all right. Thanks.

I think you look great,

like you have money, a career...

A perfect target for Naomi.

I don't know.
What if she doesn't go for it?

- She will.
- What if she doesn't go for me?

I mean, there's gonna be a
lot of single guys there.

For this to work, she has
to be interested in me.

She will. Just be yourself.

That's a terrible idea.

Maybe I should do an accent or something.

I don't think you need an accent.
Hello. Rigsby.

Wayne Rigsby from Sussex.
Uh, pleasure to meet you.

Cheerio.

How's that?
Yeah, don't do the accent.

Rigsby, can you hear me?

Loud and clear.

Van Pelt, you in position?

I'm here.

Gentlemen.

Can I have your attention?
It's time for me

to bring in the beautiful women
you'll be meeting tonight.

Don't forget the a-b-c's...

Attentiveness, boldness, confidence.

You'll do great.

Rigsby, the event hostess

has I.D. Naomi.

Excuse me one moment.

Okay, which one is she?

The blonde in the lavender sheath.

The one in the what now?
The blonde in the purple dress.

Got it.

Are you sure it's her?

No. Find out if she's got
a rose tattoo on her hip.

Then we'll know for sure.
I'm moving in.

Hello, red.

Can I buy you a drink?
I'm engaged.

Well, it's never too late for
one last... keep walking.

Okay.

Hi. I'm Wayne.

I'm Viktoria.

Nice to meet you.

So what do you do, Wayne?

I'm a businessman.
E-commerce, mainly.

How's that going for you?

It's working out pretty well.

I have a very diverse portfolio.

And I have a room upstairs.

And you're very direct.

Is that a problem?

I'm trying to think of a
reason why it might be,

and I can't really think of one right now.

Are you nervous?

Me? No.

Yeah, maybe a little.

Well, don't be. I won't bite.

Good. Me either. No biting.

3-1-6... my favorite number.

3-1-6.

Uh, just curious, uh, do
you have any tattoos?

Um, why don't you come and find out?

Okay.

So come in.

Make yourself comfortable.
I'll be right out.

Thanks.

Guys? You hear me?

She's in the bathroom.

Wow. That is a, um,

very... nice tattoo.

Of a rose.

It's a rose tattoo.

Mm.

Uh, maybe we should have a drink first

or, uh, you know, uh...

A snack.

So would you call yourself
adventurous, Wayne?

Adventurous?
Um, what, like skydiving?

Mm, no.

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Mm. CBI.

Uh, yeah, found the, uh, tattoo.
This is definitely the suspect.

Nice work.

Yeah. Your collar.

Your arrest, Wayne.

Oh, yeah.

You're under arrest.

Patrick.

I'm surprised to see you're back.

Are you here to finish your profile?

No. I saw something strange

on the DVD you're using as your alibi,

so I came by to test out a theory.

So you're still trying to
prove I murdered my husband?

You're still worried I will?
Come on in.

Why don't you have a seat?

You want to interview me?
Why?

Like I said, I have a theory. You scared?

No. It might be good

for me to experience what
my clients go through.

You can ask questions
from in there, yes? Yes.

Thank you.
What have you got up your sleeve?

Patience.

Okay.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Okay, Erica,

tell me, what kind of man
are you looking for?

I'm not looking. I'm mourning.

Yes. Uh, please humor me.

Someone kind

and generous,

someone patient.

I'm sorry. I'm really not
comfortable talking about this.

Patrick?

How would your closest friends describe you

to someone who doesn't know you?
Patrick, what are you doing?

How would you describe yourself

to someone who doesn't know you?
What's going on in here?

I'm proving my theory.

I heard a strange sound on the DVD

you're using as your alibi...
A faint clicking noise.

Almost mechanical.

Then I figured out what it was.

how would you describe
yourself to some...

A simple tape recorder,

just like this one.

I knew you weren't
here for the interview.

How could you be?
You're off killing your husband.

But how do we explain
your voice on the DVD?

This is ridiculous.
Recording the interview is easy.

After all, you've done hundreds of them.

And once you had the recorder in
place, you had plenty of time

to leave through that
door, kill your husband,

and come back here without
anyone noticing you're gone.

But there is one thing you needed

in order for your plan
to work... an accomplice.

You needed someone to be here

and to play the recorded
questions at the right time.

That's the one loose end you left untied.

That explains it, doesn't it?

Of course there's just one problem.

So if what you're saying is true,

I walked out right past my client

in the middle of her interview.

Yeah. Something she would
have mentioned, huh?

I didn't kill my husband, Patrick.

I do understand.

After all you've been through,
you see evil everywhere.

I see you.

Patrick.

You are a kind, clever, wonderful man.

You have so much potential.

But you have to stop
this obsessive behavior.

You need to get a life.

Good night, Erica.

Good night, Patrick.

All you've proven is that Erica Flynn

may have murdered her
husband, not that she did.

Which is why I need to find her accomplice.

If there is an accomplice.
There's no "if"".

Yes, there is. We've got other
viable suspects on this thing.

Like who? Like Naomi, for one.

Naomi? She's a greedy
opportunist that hates men.

She's not a cold-blooded killer.

We don't know that for sure.

You always say that the simplest answers

usually are the most
likely, but it seems like

you're coming up with more
and more elaborate scenarios

just to prove that you're right.

Erica killed her husband.

I am 100% sure of it.

I don't get it.

What is it about this woman?

Why are you so obsessed with her?

Because she doesn't think

I'm smart enough to catch her.

Oh, well, that's a good reason.

Healthy. Professional.

Uh, just answer me one more thing.

Okay, if Erica Flynn did
murder her husband,

how did she leave the room
without her client noticing?

That I don't know.

But I'm working on it.

You're going to jail, Naomi.

Nothing can prevent that from happening,

but you can help yourself out here.

Tell me what you know about John Flynn.

Nothing.
I've never even met him.

Now we both know that's not true.

John Flynn ran Symphony.
He found out you were

blackmailing his clients and
confronted you, didn't he?

I never blackmailed anyone.

But we have multiple victims
who claim otherwise.

We have the video camera
you hid in your hotel room

with other victims on it.

You watched that tape?

Did any of those guys
look like victims to you?

They look like Johns being
conned by a clever prostitute.

I'm not a prostitute.

Where were you between the
hours of 5:00 and 6:00

the night of the murder?
I want my lawyer.

I've got nothing more to say to you.

Okay.

But we're waiting on a warrant
to search your apartment.

You talk now, we can make a deal.

We find anything linking you to the murder,

all bets are off. Lawyer.

Uh, yes, Erica interviewed
me from the A.V. room,

but she never left. Are you sure?

Yes. She would've had
to walk right past me.

What are you doing?
During your interview,

do you remember how bright the
lights were in that room? Yes.

Shining right in your face, in fact.
Well, I guess so.

Yes, I once had a job onstage.

I'll never forget how
bright those lights can be.

What does that have to do with anything?

I'll show you. Keep your eye on your phone.

What are you doing?

It's gone.

Precisely.

Hey, is that Sarah still here?

Why? Just had a few, uh,
follow-up questions

about the investigation.

You're such a bad liar.
She left five minutes ago.

Really? Just call her up and ask her out.
What's the big deal?

I can't do that.
It's totally unprofessional.

Unless she says yes. I think she'd say yes.

I mean, she asked me if I was single.

Why would she ask if I was single

unless she wanted me to ask her out, right?

Sarah, hi. It's, uh, Wayne Rigsby from CBI.

If you keep up with these visits,

I'm gonna have to start charging you.

Oh, this will be the
last one, I assure you.

Oh. Have you given up on this nonsense

about me killing my husband?

Nope, not at all. Not one little tiny bit.

Well, then you must have cracked the case.

Please tell me. I'm curious to know

who this evil accomplice of mine is.

Well, I came by it rather
easily, I must say,

after a-a friend got me
thinking on the right path.

Which path is that?

The simplest answer is most
likely the correct one,

which means your accomplice is

someone you can easily manipulate...

A man, which is obvious enough,

given your physical attributes.
I'm really getting tired...

I'm not finished.

He's also young and impressionable, weak,

but above all, someone you can
make fall in love with you,

and someone naive enough to believe

that you had fallen in love with them.

Guess who I'm thinking of.

Yes, that's right.

Your assistant Peter.

You have no idea what you're talking about.

Ah, we'll find out soon enough.

What's going on?

Mrs. Flynn, we'd like you to
come back to the office with us,

answer a few questions.
Of course. Anything to help.

How long do you think it'll take
before he tells me everything?

Hmm?

How you holding up, Peter?

I'm tired.

Ah, not to worry.
You won't be here much longer.

I know you're not gonna
talk, and I know why.

You're in love with Erica.

No, that's okay. You don't need to deny it.

I get it.
She's beautiful, she's smart,

she's successful.

Makes you wonder, though, right?
Wonder what?

What she sees in you,

apart from her alibi.
I mean, let's be honest here, Peter.

You don't really have that
much to offer her. That's not true.

Oh, so you are having an affair.
I-I-I did not say that.

Right. We're being honest here, Peter.

Deep down, do you really
think that she loves you?

Or are you just kidding yourself

because it feel so nice to be with her?

No. I love her, and she loves me.

She was using you.

She made you an accessory to murder.
You're wrong.

She got what she wanted from you

and now she is done with you.
Stop. Stop saying that.

She doesn't love you, Peter.
She never did. Now tell me

what happened the night
Erica murdered her husband.

She problem told you that
he was abusing her, right?

Smacking her around, raping her?
I don't care what you say.

I'm not gonna hurt Erica.

What do we do now?

Jane?

Let him go.

Hi, Wayne.

Oh, hey. Wow. You look amazing.

Oh, thanks. So do you.

Oh, are you ready to go? Yeah.

I was hoping you'd call me.

Yeah, I'm glad I did. Me, too.

Hard at work, I see.

Mm.

What do you want?

I'd like to thank you for
having me brought down here.

That was very courteous of you.

Though I have to admit, I
was a little surprised

your colleagues decided
to simply let me go,

you being so certain
of my guilt and all.

Let me guess... Peter
didn't say a word to you?

Maybe now you'll be able to
move past this nonsense.

Let me tell you something...
I will catch you,

sooner or later,

and I promise you that I will catch you.

Please.
If you were capable of catching me,

you would have done so by now.

Good-bye, Patrick.

Jane. Jane, we gotta go.

I just got a call from
S.F.P.D. Peter's dead.

He killed himself.

Sleeping pills.

Coroner found an empty
bottle in the bathroom.

So... sole accomplice in your crime

just went and killed himself.

Fortunately, however,

Peter left a letter.

And I'm betting it will tell
us everything we need to know

about the night your husband was murdered.

You confess now,

chances are the A.G.'s
office is gonna cut you a deal.

Open it.

Be my guest.

Yes, it's a bluff.

Honestly, I expected better from you.

Using poor Peter's suicide as a trap?

That's low, immoral, even.

I tried to tell you. I always win.

You might have gotten away with
murder, but you didn't win.

How's that exactly?

No matter what you say, I know the truth.

You cared about Peter,

and it was your actions that
drove him to kill himself.

That is something that you will live with

for the rest of your life.

I'll manage.

No, you won't.
It'll eat you up from the inside,

because you cared way too much about him.

You're wrong. No, I'm right,

just like I'm right about
the first time I saw you.

You are an open book to me.
You're transparent, like glass.

If you think for a moment I even
remotely cared about Peter,

you're as gullible as he was.

Not just cared. You loved him.
I know it. Can't you see?

There's nothing you can hide from me.

You're a fool.

And you're a terrible liar.

You lost, Erica, not just some little game.

You lost someone you loved.
I didn't love Peter.

I could care less about him.

He meant nothing to me.

Perfect. That's exactly
what I was hoping to hear,

rather, that's exactly what I
was hoping Peter would hear.

Peter.

Peter.

Thank God you're here.

Don't listen to a word they say.
They're telling you lies.

You know how I feel about you, darling.

Peter. Peter!

Please! By the way, there
was a body in that bag.

It wasn't Peter's. No, of course not.

That's kind of obvious.
It was your husband's.

And I told you I would
catch you, and I did.

Erica left ten minutes into the interview.

She told me to wait
behind with the recorder.

She said if I just played the questions,

then no one would ever know she was gone.

She knew John was going down
to the marina after work.

That time of day,

there aren't a lot of
people around, you know?

She waited for him and...

And you shot him.

You shot your own husband in cold blood.

Peter told us everything.

You used him as your accomplice
because he was weak,

unstable.

You could manipulate him.
But it backfired.

He couldn't take the pressure,

and now he'll testify against you,

and you will spend a very
long time in prison.

Don't count on it.

It's over.

A jury still has to believe him.

And he is, as you so
accurately put it, unstable.

Erica, it's over.

I'm sure of it.

Don't be.

Not everyone's as smart as you.

Jane?

You in here?

Ah, there's my computer.

Uh, I'm looking for someone

who, uh...

Someone... I can trust,

someone strong, someone...

At peace with themselves,

someone better than me,

someone who knows the...

Worst side of me and still loves me.

Sounds like an amazing woman.

She was.