The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 4, Episode 6 - Where in the World is Carmine O'Brien? - full transcript

Victim's the local chief
of police-- Marnie Green.

Shot twice in the chest,
once in the head.

Trucker found the body,
called it in just after 5:00.

First responder was a, uh,
officer from her department.

Where is he?

Just over here.
Clarence Price.

Agent Lisbon with the CBI.
My condolences.

Any idea what the chief was
doing out here last night?

No, ma'am. Weren't any
calls on the radio.

Does she have family
around here?

Chief lived alone. Worked
pretty much 24/7.



Truly a good-hearted person.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay. Look, we can do this later.

No, no, I'm fine, really.

Were there any casings?

Uh, one, from a .380.

One? But she was
shot three times.

Got people looking
for the others.

All right.

What kind of crimes do you
usually see around here?

There's some drugs
going through the valley--

uh, meth, coke but--

We deal mostly with
vacationers, you know?

Tourists at the resorts
for spa vacations and such.

Could be road rage.



Chief gets into a tangle
with another car,

there's an accident,
driver's got an attitude, a gun.

Maybe.

Not likely.

What are you doing?

I'm checking
the chief's height.

She's about 5 or 6 inches
shorter than I am.

The driver's seat is set back for
someone at least my height.

Maybe she was in
the passenger seat.

Passenger air bag didn't
go off. Seat was empty.

So where was she?

Ahh.

Blood.

So she was shot somewhere else,

killer thought she was
dead, put her in the trunk.

But she's alive, and she
opens the escape latch,

She gets out of the trunk,

killer shoots her
in the head here.

That's why they only
found one casing.

She's not in a uniform,

so chances are she
came from home.

Voila.

You start inside. I'll look
around the property.

CBI! Don't move.

Whoa! Take it easy.

On your knees.
Hands on your head.

- No problem.
- Do it now.

Leave him alone!

Annie! Put that down!

Everybody stay calm.

Damn it, Annie, I told
you to stay in the car!

Now put that down!

I mean it. Drop it!

Annie, do what I said!

Listen to him.

What the hell's going on?!

Tommy?

Teresa?

Annabeth?

Annie.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Wait, you know these people?

This is my little brother Tommy.

Hey, how's it going?

And my niece Annabeth.

Annie. It's Annie.

- No one calls me Annabeth.
- Put-- put the gun-- put the gun down.

Put it down.

I swear to God Rees,
I told her to stay outside.

You could have killed
somebody or gotten killed.

Hey, it's a tough business.

Hey, quit that.

She knows not to touch the
guns in the field, not ever.

In the field?

Not ever.

Jeez. Sorry for
trying to help out.

She is sorry. She
just won't admit it.

Who's that remind you of?

What the hell is going on?

Why are you here?
What are you doing?

I'm looking for a skip...

A fugitive, someone
who skipped bail.

I know what a skip is.

Since when are you
a bounty hunter?

I'm a bail enforcement agent.

When I saw you last year,

you were building decks
with Eddie Duncan.

Well, nobody wants a deck when
the bank's at the door, Rees.

I took a course in April.
Tig Muldoon, Margo's cousin?

He's a bondsman.
He gave me a shot.

I brought in six guys
in the past two months,

made, like, 4 grand.

- Tommy, Tommy...
- Oh, don't even start with that.

With what?

Busting my chops
like you always do,

like I don't know
what I'm doing.

Well, you don't.

I know what I'm doing.
I'm a professional.

Oh, right.

Taking your 13-year-old daughter
along with you as backup--

that's very professional.

She's 14,

and that's not fair, because
I did not want to bring her.

My psycho ex went to Miami
with her boyfriend,

so I got her.

You look good. You... Do
something with your hair?

You should be encouraging
me. I'm trying here.

Okay. What's the name
of your fugitive?

His name's Carmine O'Brien.
Jumped bail out of St. Louis.

I found out about three days ago
he bought a bus ticket here,

so I called this chief Green

and I asked her to keep an eye
out for him until I got here.

Then I heard on my
scanner she got shot.

So you think the chief found
O'Brien and then he killed her?

Yeah, I don't know, maybe.

Why break into her house?

Door was open.

I just went in to find out
what I could about O'Brien,

that's all.

Okay.

When we pick him up,
I'll let you know,

but if he had any part in this
murder, I can't give him to you.

What makes you think
I won't get him first?

Yeah, right.

Oh, you don't think
I can do it, huh?

No, I don't.

Fine. We'll see.

Can you watch Annie?

Are you kidding?
No. No.

This is really dangerous
work I'm doing.

Your office is a lot safer
than my van, right?

Besides, she needs
some female time.

Her mom's such a freaking wackadoo,
and you know, I'm a guy.

Damn it, Tommy.

Annie!

You're spending the day
with your aunt Teresa!

Come on! Get your bag!

Cool.

It is on, sis.
May the best man win.

Oh, man!

Hey.

Carmine O'Brien is an
accountant from St. Louis.

Uh, he was arrested three
months ago for embezzlement,

skipped town
right before the trial.

Spent summers
growing up in Fairmont.

Might explain why
he's hiding here.

Any history of violence?

No. Strictly white collar.

Ivy League-educated,
no prior arrests.

It's hard to see this
guy shooting a cop.

That doesn't mean
he didn't do it.

Have Cho go back to
Fairmont and ask around.

Run his credit card
and phone records,

and have Rigsby
put out a BOLO.

All right.

- Officer Price. Hi.
- Hi.

Can I help you?

I feel bad about not
checking that trunk.

Should have caught
that, so, uh,

I went through
the chief's files.

She pulled over a D.U.I.
day before yesterday--

Russian guy named
Dimitri Zubov.

He's still staying at
one of the resorts.

Well, what about him
caught your eye?

He blew a 0,076
on a breathalyzer.

0,076? That's under the limit.

He wasn't drunk, but the
chief arrested him anyway,

I mean, which is
a waste of time,

'cause once it goes to court,

the judge is just
gonna throw it out.

That's not like her.

She was a real
stickler for details.

Thanks. We'll check it out.

I want to help out
any way I can.

I know a lot of the locals,

if I can help out
with interviews.

We'll let you know.

Two fingers. Just
dip and remove.

No hesitation. Want
to give it a try?

Okay.

Did you feel that?

Well, just slightly.
Did you feel that?

You're good.

Picking pockets. Nice.

Oh, I promised I'd show her

if she'd tell me her best
auntie Rees stories.

Don't you dare.

Of course not. I was just
stringing him along.

Oh, you were, were you? I guess
I won't give you this, then.

Hey.

Annabeth?

- Annie.
- Annie.

Annie, Jane and I
have to go to work.

You mind hanging out
in my office?

Sure.

Rigsby's a nice, easy mark if
you want to keep practicing.

The D.U.I., Zubov?
He's an economist.

He's in Fairmont for some
sort of trade conference.

He stayed on for vacation.

Fascinating, but not what
you really want to talk about.

- I cannot believe my brother's
a bounty hunter. - There we go.

All of a sudden he's some
sort of tough guy?

Who does he think he's fooling?

Not you.

You know what bugs me?
He didn't even tell me.

It's not like we don't talk.

I could have told him
this was a bad idea.

All he had to do
was pick up the phone and call,

- but instead, nothing.
- Wonder why that is--

I basically raised that
punk and his brothers.

It's not my fault if he
doesn't communicate.

Oh, you think it is my fault.

No, I didn't say that.
You said that.

I say live and let live.
You'll all be happier.

Oh, mind your own business.

Last name O'Brien,
first name Carmine.

Gonna e-mail you a
picture right now.

Let me know if there's
any hits. Thanks. Bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You were just calling in
a BOLO for O'Brien, right?

Yep.

Nice.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Your Sig Sauer-- is that a
.357, a .40, or the 9-millimeter?

It's a 9-millimeter.

Great gun.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm. Hey.

Forensics just came back.

No prints off Chief
Green's Cruiser.

Killer must have
wiped the car.

You got anything on
O'Brien's family in his file?

Uh, his parents are dead.
He's an only child.

You know, if you're
looking for leads,

you should check out
the ex-girlfriend.

My dad says they
have a kid together.

All right. Thanks.
We'll look into it.

No problem.

So do you have a girlfriend?

Yes, I do, as it happens.

Are you in love with her?

Oh, good question.

Well, it's hard to say.
I mean, it's--

Is she cute?

You know, maybe you should wait
in your aunt Teresa's office.

Hey--

Mr. Zubov, what can you
tell us about your arrest?

I stand charged with a
crime I did not commit.

Chief Green insisted
I was drunk.

I was not, but she would
not listen to reason.

Did you have any contact with
Chief Green after your arrest?

Are you sure I cannot get
you something to drink?

It's very hot.

No, thank you, Mr. Zubov.

Just answer the question,
please.

No. No contact with chief Green.

And where were you
last night?

Last night I had
something to eat,

I had a drink.

I had a little more to drink,
but, uh, heh, no driving.

Mr. Zubov?

Are you ready for your massage?

A new girl. Hello.

Duty calls. Am I done?

Mr. Zubov's gonna
have to reschedule.

Of course.

Now it's all very clear.

You're quite the, uh,
sex fiend, aren't you?

What do you mean?

Well, you automatically tried
to seduce agent Lisbon here,

but it was the masseuse that
really got your blood pumping.

You're like an owl
watching a mouse.

No. I'm not.

Chief Green thought you'd
committed a crime,

but it wasn't drunk driving,
was it? What was it, I wonder?

This is ridiculous.

No. You know what's ridiculous?
Is this. This, uh, ascot...

- That's ridiculous.
- Give me this back. - No.

You mind sharing with us

how you got those
scratches on your neck?

I was hiking and boom-- I fell.

Hiking.

Really?

Yes, hiking.

I refuse to discuss this further.

Now all we have to do is
find the woman he assaulted.

Well, she's reluctant to
make a public accusation.

That's why, uh, Chief
hung the D.U.I. on Zubov.

To buy time to convince
the victim to testify. It fits.

But without an actual victim,
we don't have anything.

I can't even get a search
warrant for his room.

Zubov's an opportunist.

The question is, where did
he have opportunity?

CBI.

Chad Carmichael, operations
manager here,

what I can I do for you?

We're investigating a crime that
relates to one of your guests,

Dimitri Zubov.

Oh. What did he do?

We're not at liberty to say,
but what we're gonna need is

a list of all of your staff that
have been in Mr. Zubov's room

and security camera
footage

from the hallway
outside his door.

Uh, that's problematic.
Mr. Zubov is a valued guest.

It's cold in here.

Is-- is that your, uh, own
personal air conditioner?

Uh, yes.

Fancy. A place like this
doesn't have central air?

I guess I just like it cold.

What's going on here?

Dad. This is my father,
Philip Carmichael.

He owns the resort.

Government people, are you?

These people are with CBI.

They need a permission
about a guest.

And you didn't call me?

It is my job. I'm handling it.

We're happy to assist law
enforcement at any time,

we just need a search warrant.

I can't give you the details,
but Mr. Zubov may be involved

in the murder of Chief Green.
This is extremely important.

Oh, my God. Really?

And I sympathize,

but we have to respect
the privacy of our guests.

Son, show them out,
and next time, call.

Does the old tyrant always
talk to you like that?

So you're thinking maybe
Zubov killed chief Green?

Yes, possibly.

I'll get the video for
you. Wait here.

Thank you, Chad.

Not easy with a father
like that, but thank you.

Appreciate it.

Mmm.

- You still in Fairmont?
- Yeah.

Go to 787 Elm street.
O'Brien's there right now.

How'd you get the address?

His ex has been getting
calls from a cell in town.

We accessed that cell's GPS
and pulled the location.

Got it.

O'Brien!

O'Brien! CBI! Don't move!

Ow.

You okay?!

They say it's either a sprained
muscle in your back

or a ruptured disc.

They'll be able to tell
you at the hospital.

I'm fine.

Go to the hospital!

Yeah, okay.

What's up?

I've been going through
the security footage,

and I may have found the
woman Zubov assaulted.

It's a maid. She's crying,
and her uniform is torn.

Work schedule says her name

is Sofia Chavez.

All right. Bring her in.

How's your guy?

He's hurt pretty bad.

Yeah, looked pretty rough.

You shouldn't have been here.

I told you I was
going after O'Brien.

I mean, stuff happens
when you're chasing guys.

It could have been me
that got knocked down.

Your daughter almost
got shot this morning,

and I've got a guy
going to the hospital

because you don't know
what you're doing.

Oh, like hell, I don't.

You know how I got O'Brien?

He's a type 1 diabetic,
and I paid the pharmacist

to tell me when he was
coming in to buy insulin.

That's skill. Your people
think of that?

Somebody could have
gotten killed.

Look, I love you, but...

"I love you, but--"
"But" what, sis?

"But... you're a loser. You'll
always be a loser. Just quit."

I love you, but you and
Annabeth need to go home.

Tommy, you should think
about going back to school,

learn a trade. You always
liked electronics.

Okay, sure. Trade school it is.

- You want me to detail your car for
you before I go? - Tommy, come on.

Agent Lisbon, we've
set up roadblocks

and we're sending officers
to look for O'Brien.

You want to talk to 'em?

We'll finish this later.

I have nothing to say.

I go in room, I clean, I leave.

Wait.

Zubov didn't assault
you? Didn't hurt you?

No.

Sofia, I don't work
for Immigration.

Nothing's gonna happen
to you. I promise.

So this is just us?

No police?

No.

Just us.

I clean room.

I think I alone.

He come out of bathroom.

He put hand on me. He--

he rip my, um, this.

He ripped your uniform.

Yes.

I scared. I run for door.

He grab me.

I fight.

I get out.

Who told Chief Green
about it?

I told.

She was my friend.

She tell me to accuse
Zubov, but I say no.

She say she keep him
until I change my mind--

But I no change.

He kill her?

It's a possibility.

That's why it's so important
for you to come forward.

Why?

The rich-- they get away
with everything.

Any luck finding O'Brien?

- Look--
- We're leaving tomorrow.

I don't know.
Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not
cut out for this.

Really?

Yeah, really. What business
do I have bounty hunting?

Truth is, it's not the first
time I thought about quitting.

Tommy...

It's probably for the best.

Annabeth will dismember me if we
leave without saying good-bye.

You want to
get lunch tomorrow?

- Sure.
- Yeah.

This is absurd.

There is no victim of an
assault. Where is she?

Well, there is a victim--
Sofia Chavez.

Victim? Please.

I ask her to touch me--

- Dimitri--
- It's okay. It's okay.

I ask. She refuses.
That's all.

I only ask her

because my masseuse that day
was little bit ugly, you know?

I see. And normally you
assault your masseuse?

You make it sound so crude.

I love women. And
love is beautiful, no?

All right. Uh, you have
no case here, agent.

Unless there's
anything else...

Listen, Mr. Zubov, we
checked the security footage.

We know that you weren't back
in your room until after 12:00

the night that
Chief Green was killed.

- Where were you before then?
- You don't have to answer that.

Oh, we'll find out
where you were.

It's just a question of time.

I went to Chief Green's home.

- Son of a bitch.
- To discuss my arrest.

To see if something
could be done.

It's starting to become
a bit tedious here.

So you went to bribe her?

I was hoping to find a mutual
acceptable resolution.

But a friend of the
Chief's arrives.

A big woman.

Uh, Jori. Jori, I think
her name was.

She was upset. About what?,
I don't know.

And I left.

Jori?

Must be Jori Kasser.

Uh, the Russian was with
Chief Green when I got there,

but he left right away.

What were you doing that late at
the Chief's house, Ms. Kasser?

Chief Green had left a message.

Wanted to know where
my son Steven was.

You know why she
was looking for him?

Steven has some drug problems.

Knows a bit about
Fairmont's seedy side.

Chief would go to him for
information from time to time.

Uh, chief Green said
that a fugitive

might be hiding out in Fairmont

and wanted to know if Steven
had heard anything about him.

Why not call? Why go in person?

I needed to ask a favor.

Um, I'd overheard Steven say

that he was going up
to a cabin in the woods.

I know what he does
there. He buys drugs.

And I asked the Chief, if
that was what he was doing,

to get him into a
treatment program.

He really wants to get clean.

Ms. Kasser, we need
to speak to your son.

Where is he?

That's the thing.

I haven't heard from Steven
since I talked to the Chief.

Steve's missing?

Why didn't you say
anything?

I was hoping it was
a coincidence.

Sometimes he disappears.

Do you think your son
had something to do

with the murder
of Chief Green?

No, not if he was sober.

Hey, boss.

Jori Kasser says her son

might have been
involved in the murder.

Apparently he was buying
drugs up at some cabin.

Price and I are gonna
check it out.

Call my cell if you
find anything.

I'm gonna be out of the
office for a couple hours.

- Anything on Zubov?
- Yeah, Van Pelt's on it.

Yeah, thanks.

Problem?

M.E. puts the time of death
between 2:00 and 3:00 A.M.

Zubov was in his room
from midnight on.

He couldn't be the killer.

He was a non-starter anyhow.

And Sofia Chavez won't
testify against him.

We can't even touch
this scumbag.

The world's full of
scumbags we can't touch.

I know, I know. It's just...

I hear you. It'd soothe
your troubled soul

if you could just stick it
to this particular scumbag.

Well, yeah. I guess
it kind of would.

Shall we?

They're, uh, rental
cabins for vacationers.

But they're being
renovated now.

Pretty isolated.

Get many drug buys up here?

Heard rumors there were.

Hard to imagine Steve
hanging out in these parts.

He's not what you'd call
a country boy.

That pile of leaves there.

Who's raking leaves up here?

Steve Kasser?

I better call his mother.

Yeah.

Mr. Zubov?

Are you ready for your massage?

Ah, very nice.

Yes, please. Uh, lead the way.

Rigsby. What's the word?

Lisbon's not answering
her phone.

Any idea where she is?

Nope.

We got another vic
dead by a rental cabin.

I think it's connected
to Chief Green.

Drug thing, looks like.

Cocaine?

Yeah. Victim had
about 5 grams on him.

Hmm. Is there just
one cabin,

or are others nearby?

There's a few.

No! Wait!

I-I made a mistake!
I didn't know that--

Uh, gotta go. I'll see
you up there later.

If I knew...

Wha--

You're under arrest...

- Oh, look...
- For solicitation,

sexual assault, assault
on a police officer,

Wait, please...

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

Nice shooting.

I practice a lot
on the gun range with dad.

You won silver!

It's good that you spend
time with your dad,

but you should do
other stuff too--

Kid stuff.

Why? I already know
what I wanna do.

Really? What's that?

I wanna be a cop. Like you.

I'm flattered. I am.

But I don't think you really
know what you want yet.

You don't have to. It's okay.

Yeah, I do.

I sleep five hours a night.

I haven't been able to get away
to see you and your dad

and your uncles in over a year.

That's not what you want.

Aunt Teresa, you get
paid to carry a Glock.

You beat up people
when they get out of line.

You're totally badass.

My point still stands.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

You got a text
while you were gone.

- I did?
- Yeah.

How'd you do?

- I kicked butt.
- Yes, she did.

I gotta go back to work.

- Already?
- Yeah.

Keep in touch.

Absolutely, Rees.

I'll call you when
I learn that trade.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hey, Rigs. I got your text.

Did you find Steve Kasser?

Yeah, looks like he's been
dead a couple days.

Damn. What a shame.

- Did the coroner show up?
- Nope.

They should be soon.

Steve was shot twice in
the back. Killer used a .380.

Same caliber as Chief Green.

Yeah, and there's more
blood over there.

Chief Green's, I'm betting.

So chief Green comes
here looking for Steve.

Steve's buying coke
from a dealer.

The dealer sees the chief,

freaks out and kills
both her and Steve.

He dumps Chief Green
in her police Cruiser,

but he's too heavy,
so he hides him here.

Makes sense, but that scenario

pretty much eliminates
O'Brien as a suspect.

And whatever an Ivy League
accountant was doing in town,

he wasn't doing coke.

So he's not the killer.
That's one off the list.

Why is Philip Carmichael here?

He owns the cabins.

He's here to let us in,
see what we can find.

All right. Give a yell
if you need anything.

- Okay.
- Have you seen Jane?

Says he'll be up here later.

Will this take long?

It'll take as long as it takes.

Hey, check it out.

Someone was staying here.

Yeah. Recently.

Lot of sugar-free stuff.

O'Brien was a diabetic.

He could have been here, right?

How would he end up here?

Well, a lot of people knew
these cabins were empty.

Not a bad place to hide out.

- You think he witnessed the murders?
- Maybe.

Maybe.

Question is, where is he now?

But the roadblocks
are still up, right?

Let us know if you get a hit.

Nothing on O'Brien
from the airport,

bus station, or
the train station.

Hey. Welcome back.

Doctors say what
the problem is?

Yeah.

I got hit by a car.

Hey, Cho. Good to
have you back.

Thanks.

I just got a call
from a Ranger.

He spotted a man driving down
Black Canyon fire road,

30 miles outside of Fairmont.

Caucasian, male, 50s,
grey-haired.

Sounds like O'Brien.
We're on it.

Uh, Van Pelt,

why don't you go with Rigsby?

Uh, about a mile up ahead
turn right onto the fire road.

Okay.

Lisbon's niece-- sharp girl.

Yeah, I guess.

Yeah. Good questions.

Yeah.

Do you love her?

What, Annabeth?

Your girlfriend Sarah.

Oh, right.

So?

I don't see why it matters
if I love her or not.

Uh-oh.

Look, we have a
good time together,

we enjoy each other's company,
I look forward to seeing her.

Isn't that enough?
Why worry about it?

Trust me, she's
worrying about it.

I just think if you
start talking like that,

you're gonna get hurt.

I'm not sure I even know
what that means.

"I love you." What
does that say, really?

I don't know, Wayne.

My last relationship
didn't exactly end well.

I'm probably not the best
person to ask right now.

Fair enough.

There's your right.

Get the van!

What the hell!

- I'm not gonna hurt you.
Get the back. - Tommy!

Put the gun away, Tommy.
Put the weapon away.

Holster it!

Uh, who are you now?

Hey, what's going on?

O'Brien won't tell us
what he witnessed.

His lawyer won't be
here for a while.

Let him stew. But he's a
runner. Keep him on lockdown.

Okay.

Boss? They just put
him in your office.

I know how you got O'Brien.

The tech guys did a
diagnostic on my phone.

You downloaded spyware

so you could listen
to my conversations.

Sorry.

You couldn't get him yourself,
so you piggybacked on us.

I'm broke, Rees.

Alimony, rent,
friggin' eighth grade prom.

Can you even believe
they have that?

I needed this guy.

So you lied and cheated
your own sister.

I know how this sounds,

but I would really appreciate
it if you just give him to me.

Are you out of your mind?

I need a favor.

Do you honestly think
I would give you O'Brien

after what you pulled?

Not to mention the fact
that he might be a witness.

Do you even know how
hard it is to ask this?

Okay, I am doing you a
favor by not arresting you.

Now go do something
different with your life.

No, you don't tell me
how to live.

Tommy, come on.

I bust my ass every day

to put food on the table
for me and my kid by myself.

Hey, maybe I haven't done
quite as well as you have,

but I'm doing
the best that I can,

so don't tell me how to live.

- I'm sorry.
- Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry about that.

Hello.

Where are we going?

Uh, Tommy. He's
O'Brien. He's yours.

What?

Go get your bounty. But you
have to leave right now.

Please.

Excuse me. I'm very
confused. What is going on?

Uh, Annie-- Pick her up at
the Ellington Inn in Fairmont.

- Isn't she at the motel?
- No, I got her a spa package--

Facial, massage, the works.
She'll be waiting for you.

How do you know my daughter?

Give her my best.

Lisbon.

Are you sure we can't get
O'Brien's public defender...

- Lisbon.
- here any sooner?

No, I--

- What are you doing?
- We have to leave right now.

I need to talk to O'Brien.

Well, that might be
a little difficult

because he's not
in the building.

Why not?

Uh, I'll explain to you
on the road.

- I know a great shortcut.
- Where to?

Chad, it's agent Lisbon
from the CBI.

We need your help.

Yeah, sure, of course.

There's a bounty hunter
on his way to your hotel

to pick up his daughter.
He's traveling with a fugitive.

Carmine O'Brien.

Wait, that guy squatting
in our cabin?

- My dad was just mentioning--
- Listen...

Tell your father
to get security.

Detain him. We'll be
there in 20 minutes.

Well, that was
very well played.

Where is he?

Give it a minute.

There he is.

If anything happens to him...

Everyone's safe,
so don't worry.

It's all gonna turn out fine.

Shall we?

You're the bounty hunter, right?

Excuse me?

This is about your bounty.

Oh, man.

Hey, I don't have time.

Listen, I just need you
to take O'Brien to Mexico

and let him loose.

You do that, whatever they're
paying you, I'll double it.

What?

Exactly what I said--
I'll double your bounty.

I don't do that.

Fine, I'll triple it.

Why?

Look, it doesn't matter.
Will you do it?

You killed Chief Green and
the druggie, didn't you?

You're worried O'Brien
can identify you.

Just-- just name your price.

A million bucks.

- Whoa!
- Come on. That's not even--

Might need your daddy's
checkbook for that.

Why? What's going on?

O'Brien didn't witness anything.
He was nowhere near the cabin.

But you were, weren't you?

No. I-- Why would you say that?

Well, you gave us that
videotape so easily.

Practically handed us
Zubov as a suspect,

and then there's the drugs.

A little partial to the cocaine,
aren't you, Chad?

No, I'm not.

Okay, a lot partial.

Dilated pupils, hyper-alert.

You're burning up.

That's why you have this, uh,
personal air conditioner

in an already-cool room.

And when I shook your hand,

your pulse was thumping
like a jackhammer, my friend.

Okay. Stay there!

Chad, let him go.

Stay there!

Don't be stupid, Chad.
Let him go.

Stay back or I'll shoot him!

I swear to God I'll shoot him!

Nicely done, Lisbon family.

Our attorney will be here soon.

- What's the point?
- Son--

I just wanna be done with it.

When did you start
dealing drugs?

A year ago.

Look, he doesn't
pay me anything.

Dealing does.

And you were dealing
to Steve Kasser

the night of the murders,
weren't you?

What happened next?

That's when the cop came by.

She told us to take it easy.

Then she started to talk to
Steve about his mother.

All I could think about was how
my father was gonna disown me,

how I'm gonna lose everything.

I was so high.

I put Chief Green
in her trunk.

I tried to get Steven too,

but he was too heavy,
so I left him there.

Look, I didn't wanna
kill Steve, okay?

I didn't wanna kill anybody,
but I had to.

That has to count
for something, right?

No.

- Hey.
- Hey.

The kid wanted to say good-bye.

Give me a minute
with your aunt, huh?

Yeah.

Love you.

Love you, too.

Listen, do you still
want O'Brien?

Well... yeah, sure.

He's downstairs in holding.

I'll have them
release him to you.

Wow. Thanks.

This doesn't mean I think
what you're doing is right,

but I don't know.
Maybe I'm wrong.

You got a great kid there,

so you're obviously
doing something right.

I'm proud of you, Tommy.

Maybe even a little envious.

Thanks, Rees.

I love you, Tommy.

And, um, you know that I'm
always here for you, right?

Yeah, I know that.

Be careful, Tommy.