The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 4, Episode 9 - The Redshirt - full transcript

The media report the murder of former star quarterback Doc Dugan by car explosion. The CBI keeps quiet that the actual victim is Doc's devoted assistant Jake Stewart, who had no enemies while haughty Doc, who is hidden, collected them, even a frustrated super-fan, and treated his staff and business partners badly. Rigsby's relationship with attorney Sarah Harrigan is tested by her ruthless way of prepping him for a court testimony.

Hey.

So I'm pulling turf
out of my teeth, right?

We're on our own 8 yard line.

Third and 25.

The crowd's hollering
for our blood, right?

Hey, Doc.

So I look over at the guys,

and I say, "gentlemen..."

I believe we got 'em
right where we want 'em

hey, I wanna get you guys
another round. Right?

Still gotta pay for it, but
I'm gonna get it for you.



Here you go, Doc.

Thank you, Jake.

Hey. Hey.
Just booked a guest spot Thursday.

Come on. Who's the greatest
agent in the world?

You are, Alex.

Star quarterback to TV star.
Just wait.

Good man, Jakey.
And you're my biggest fan.

What dod you say we and I
go talk some business, Jake.

Busy, busy, busy.

Yo, Doc! You're the best!

Hey, how about your autograph?

Alex, you seen the big man?

Got a question about that
fan expo in Florida.

Yeah, he's just leaving.
You might catch him.



All right, Steve.

Did you see anything?

No. Stay back!

Oh, Doc...

Agent Wainwright, Lisbon's
on her way over.

What about Rigsby?

Apparently, Doc was
killed with a car bomb.

Rigsby's in San
Francisco for court.

Who's Doc?

I thought you knew.
Our victim's Doc Dugan.

You know, the...

Is that football?

Uh... yeah.

Doc Dugan is dead.

And to make matters
more interesting,

one of our witnesses put
the explosion on YouTube.

It's gone viral.

Well, welcome to the future.

They promise us jet packs,

they give us compromised
investigations.

Look, I'll, uh, I'll
take care of the media.

You guys just go...

solve the case.

Traffic on the 5, Cho?

You recognize my footsteps.
That's weird.

No. Van pelt saw
someone she knew,

but she didn't do the "boss
is here" posture check.

Rigsby's away. Therefore, Cho.

Agent and manager saw
the whole thing.

Agent and manager for
a sports bar owner.

Well, even you know
who Doc Dugan was.

Mm. Someone rich and famous
and full of himself,

judging by the ride.

Doc Dugan is one of
two quarterbacks

to throw 50
touchdowns in a year,

and the only one to
throw over 3,000 yards

in eight straight seasons.

He's a local boy.

Retired two years ago,
opened that bar.

Football star.

He ever win the big game?

2003.

Excuse me.

I don't know what
he looked like.

You're the agent?

Manager. Steve Penn.

I'm the agent. I'm Alex Sodko.

Listen, I think I saw somebody
running away after the blast.

I think I saw him, too.

Did Doc have a place
nearby somewhere

where he could be alone?

He's got an office--

Not an office.
A-a private place.

There's a studio apartment
down the block.

He used it as a guesthouse.

Take me there right now.

All right. This way.

What's this about?

A victim's private places
tell you a lot about 'em.

I got a hunch we're gonna find
a better than average lead.

Like what?

Oh, his championship
ring, for starters.

Doc?!

What the hell?

Ah, like I said, the ring...
for starters.

And, of course, there's the...

better than average.

Yo, Doc, you're the best.

Hey, how about your autograph?

Oh!

Oh, poor Jakey.

You didn't hear the explosion?

Huh? Yeah, I heard it.
I was busy.

I should be dead.

Somebody is. Tell us about Jake.

He was Doc's assistant
for the past year or so.

He's a great kid.

I loved that kid.
I-I loved that kid.

I'll never find another
assistant like that.

Why was Jake driving your car
and wearing your jacket?

Oh, I was dodging a subpoena.

Another lawsuit?

You didn't tell us that.

Well, Anna's looking
for more money.

Who's Anna?

My ex-wife.

Look, Jake and I look
like each other,

so sometimes I'd have him go out and...
cover my trail.

Poor Jake.

Oh, it's a reporter.

Well, he's about to
get a great scoop.

Doc Dugan lives.

Give that, please.
Excuse me. Thank you.

Hello.

Which paper you with?

This is Patrick
Jane with the CBI.

California Bureau
of Investigation.

Oh, you heard Doc Dugan's dead?

Yeah.

Uh really, really dead.

Wicked witch of the west dead.

Okay. All right.

Thank you. I'm sorry. Bye.

What was that?!

- I'm not dead.
- Yes, you are.

Think about it.

The people in this room

are the only people that
know he's still alive.

We've never had a live
murder victim before.

So?

So embrace it.

How many times during a case

have we wished that we
could talk to the victim?

Are you crazy? What about them?

Well, tell 'em Doc left and
then the bomb went off.

I don't know, Doc.
This is, this is a little out there.

A little?

I don't want to play dead.

Do you want to catch the killer?

Huh? Do you--do you want
to catch the killer?

Okay, then trust me.

We will run a trick play
they will never see coming.

Let's do it.

Splendid.

We'll hide you in a spare
office at the CBI.

Won't Wainright have
a problem with that?

Uh, well, we--we won't tell him.

What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Safer that way.

Could you compile a list
of friends and family

for Lisbon to interview?

No. No, what about
Jake's next of kin?

Oh, I-I have to tell his mother.

No, no, no.
You stay out of sight.

What do you say, Lisbon?

Huh? What do you say?

Mrs. Stewart, I know
it's a lot to ask,

but I'm asking.

Will you let us
make it look like

it was Doc that died
in the explosion

and not your son?

If you say no, we won't do it.

Will it help you catch
my son's killer?

I can't promise you that,

but that's our hope.

But first, I have to ask you,

do you think it was possible

that Jake was the
intended victim?

No.

It's impossible that
anyone would want

to hurt my son Jake.

Doc, on the other hand--

he had a lot of enemies.

Let me put it to you this way.

There are only two people

in the world who really
loved Doc Dugan.

One of them was my son.

The other one was Doc himself.

Two days.

You got two days.

And then I intend
to bury my son.

You're the agent and
you're the manager.

There's a difference.

You're the enforcer

and you, in your
jeans and blazer,

are the hand holder,
the enabler.

The enabler.

You're pretty good.

Managers are more one-on-one.

I've been with Doc
since the beginning.

You played a little ball.

Yeah. Till my knee took me out.

Then I saw Doc,

college kid with one of the
best arms I've ever seen.

I said I was gonna take
him to the promised land.

Touching story.

You're the mercenary.

I get things done.

It's been two years
since Doc's been out.

It's time for a comeback.

Steve thinks that having a house
full of signed memorabilia

makes for a pension plan.

Meanwhile, I'm out getting him
endorsement deals, TV deals--

and he's modest, too.

I see.

Agent Lisbon will interview
everyone that ever met Doc,

so, uh, let's save
her some time.

Who killed him?

Nobody would want to hurt Doc.

No. Everybody loved him.

Liars, both of you.

But I suppose it's your job.

Close your eyes.

Just close 'em.

Doc is dead.
Who do you think killed him?

On the count of three, say who.

One, two...

three. Who?

- Marie St. Claire.
- Marie St. Claire?

Yeah, Doc's girlfriend.

Can't wait to meet her.

Agent Lisbon.

Sir.

Doc's agent sent over some of
the threats he'd received.

Some of them jumped out at me.

Uh, "I want to see Doc
taken out back and..."

Yeah.

"Someone should rip off his..."

You get the idea.

All signed by "MegaFan8."

Number 8-- that's
Doc's jersey number.

Fan sending hate mail.
I'll get Cho on to it.

Good.

Weren't you just
heading upstairs?

No, no. Of course not.

I don't know what
I was thinking.

Make sure you get enough
rest, agent Lisbon.

It's good for the brain.

Yes, sir.

An athlete, a leader,
and a champion.

The world says good-bye
to one of the greats.

One of only three quarterbacks
who broke 40...

I haven't been on television
this much since I retired.

Turns out the best
day of your life

is the one right after you die.

We've just been going
through your list.

The list of people who
might want to kill you.

You left your ex-wife off.

What's the big whoop?

Typically, in a
murder investigation,

detective likes to decide what
is and is not a big whoop.

Fine.

Name's Anna Favreau.
I have her number.

All right.

Is there anybolse
we should talk to?

What about Marie St. Claire?
She's on her way in here now.

She's your girlfriend, right?

"Girlfriend" is a word
that I don't like to use.

Uh, we're friends.

She lives with you, no?

Sometimes I have her over.

Look, if you want to bring
Marie in, that's fine,

but it's gonna be hard to watch.

Woman's crazy about me.

She'll be heartbroken.

I think I can handle it.

The world says
good-bye to one of...

How's the trial?

Yeah, they bumped
me till tomorrow,

which is fine by me.
You know I hate that stuff.

Sarah has work here, too, so we
thought we'd head to Chinatown,

get a little egg
foo yong action.

She's gonna help me
prep for the trial.

Cool.

So did you see the lab reports?

Say again?

The lab reports?

Oh, yeah, your bomb.

Uh, looks like a pretty
standard IED,

no exotic parts or chemicals.

Skillful amateur
could have built it.

Gotcha. Thanks.

Okay. Thanks. You good?

Yeah.

Oh, I know this place with
the pastry you love.

What's your relationship with
Doc Dugan, Miss St. Claire?

I can't believe he's gone.

He was my rock, you know?

Just my rock.

And when was the last
time you spoke to him?

"Her rock."

Your own funeral--

that's when you hear the truth,
what people really think of you.

Woman worships me.

Would you like to find out why?

No, thanks.

You sure?

Tempting, really, but...

I shot and killed
my last boyfriend.

I'm not ready for a
relationship yet.

Okay.

Rain check.

Hi.

How long had you
been seeing Doc?

Just before his
marriage went south.

I'm not a home-wrecker.
Anna didn't love him.

Once he wasn't a big football
star, she ignored him,

and I didn't.

Marie, Patrick Jane.
Nice to meet you.

What do you think happened
with the diamond pendant?

What diamond pendant?

What diamond pendant?

The $50,000 diamond pendant Doc
charged to his credit card

six days ago.

That's lies.

I assumed if you had it,
you'd be wearing it.

Yeah. I knew it.

I knew it.

I knew that son of a bitch
was cheating on me.

I mean, I was cheating on her,

but I--there was no
diamond pendant.

Self-satisfied bastard acted

like God's gift to women.
News flash--he wasn't.

He was a dumb ex-jock heading
downhill, but you know what?

This is actually all a
blessing because now...

I... can go find a man

who might possibly love me
as much as he loved himself.

Marie, uh, your, uh, lunacy is
the lunacy of an innocent woman.

Unless agent Lisbon has
more questions for you,

you're--you're free to go.

- No.
- Oh, and by the way,

I don't want you to fret, uh,
over nonexistent jewelry.

There was no diamond pendant.

I made that up just to make you mad.
Carry on.

There you are.

Everybody needs a
little downtime.

That's wisdom from the
mind of Doc Dugan.

I've tracked MegaFan8 to
an online sports forum.

Looks like he's local.

Can we get an ID?

I can get a court order, get
them to reveal the user's info.

There's not enough time.
Jake's mom gave us two days.

Doc's college team
has a game today.

There's a memorial to Doc
during the halftime show.

MegaFan8 says he's
gonna live-tweet it.

So we get him there,
but how do we find

a single sports freak in the
middle of a football game?

Jane will figure it out.

You were suing your ex-husband?

My lawyer thought he was
hiding money from us.

Any idea who might
have killed him?

Nope.
Thought about it myself, but...

You would have, too, if
you'd been married to Doc.

The other women, then.

Oh, yeah.

Although I should probably send
that Marie person a thank-you card.

Why?

For taking him away from me.

I met Trevor in college,
and he was...

driven...

strong...

You know how attractive that is.

When the fame and money
came, he handled it all.

Then it ended.

He'd spent his whole
life becoming a star

and never thought about
what came after.

He changed.

He had all these holes
that he'd dug in himself,

and he had to find
ways of filling them.

That bar.

Drugs. Other women.

I was sick of it.

Did you kill him?

I didn't kill Trevor,
agent Lisbon.

But... I don't have a lot
of tears for him, either.

Lisbon's wondering if I'm
making a face at her.

Interesting woman, your ex-wife.

Yeah, interesting.

I thought hearing what everybody
had to say about me would be fun.

Truth's rarely fun.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I
have your funeral to go to.

Ordinarily, game day
is a happy occasion.

However, this is a
tribute and dedication

to a very special
player, so at this stadium

where Doc thrilled fans
in his college years,

they have gathered
for one last cheer.

Let's find our
MegaFan8, shall we?

Doc Dugan-- Doc Dugan jersey?

I got football--
Doc Dugan jersey?

Doc Dugan jersey? Come on, man.
Doc Dugan jersey?

Got footballs, too. $800.
Signed genuine article--

$800 for a football?

Yeah, it's a limited supply.

It's not like Doc's going to be
around signing anything else,

so you may as well get
it while it's hot.

Matter of fact, I
got a ticket stub

from his last game.
Give me 25 bucks.

Well, that's not signed.
Here, give me this.

Hey, man.
You can't do that.

"Doc...

Dugan." There you go.

Whoa.

$500. Tickets for Doc Dugan
signed by the Doc Dugan.

$500 ticket stub. Anybody...

MegaFan8 is here. He's tweeting
that he's starting to tailgate.

Okay. Uh, "Dear MegaFan8,

you're loudmouthed jerk
overcompensating for childhood issues."

We'll start with that and build.

Any nibbles?

No.

Okay, let's dangle
another worm, shall we?

"You talk big on the internet

because you're a chicken-stuffed
loser in your real life."

"You better shut your mouth
before I shut it for you."

"Move out of your mother's
basement and join the real world."

"I'm warning you, dumbass.
Shut up."

Okay, tell him I'm
near gate 4, and, uh,

"if you want to shut me up,

you better put down your
baby blanket and do it."

Yo, yo. Genuine Doc Dugan
t-shirt right here, right here.

Genuine Doc Dugan. $500.

"Bring it, bro."

Mm, say I'm wearing
a red sweatshirt,

black baseball cap
with a "J" on it,

and he can have the
first punch for free,

"that's how pathetic
I think you are."

"Pathetic."

I'm getting worked up.

And he just went off-line.

M-maybe we should...

get ready.

For what?

"J" for "Jackhole," right?

Hey, you in the red shirt.

Yeah, I'm talking to you, right?!

Oh. Okay, Cho.

I'll show you pathetic.

Get on your stomach.
Gimme your arms.

Gimme your arms!

MegaFan8, I presume.

Nice entrance.

I don't know why
you're harassing me.

I was provoked.

Yeah, we provoked you.

You've said some pretty
rough stuff about Doc.

Why do you care?
It's not like I matter.

You threatened a man's life.
Now he's dead. It matters.

You sure have a lot
of pictures of Doc, here.

Doc was my hero.

The way he threw, he
moved-- it was perfect.

You're a stalker.

No. I'm a fan.

I was his biggest fan,

and I wanted him to understand that.
That's it.

I went to that bar,

and he said, "not now, kid."

"Kid."

And that was it.

I own a ball he signed from
the 2004 Conference Finals.

It cost me 2 grand!

"Not now, kid."

So I wrote the e-mails.

You know this man?

No. Who's that?

Arnold Green, local luminary
of organized crime.

So what? People come up to me
and shake my hand every day.

Stalkers make good detectives.

It turns out your number
one fan had an alibi,

so it's lucky for him.

Mm.

Green's been connected with
illegal gambling, point shaving.

All right, so...

I-I knew him, but just
for hanging out, is all,

not gambling.

I'm sorry.

Terrible liar.

All right, I made a few bets
with him, but never on football.

Huge lie.

Never on my own team.

Okay, but no point shaving
and no games thrown.

I bet to win, I played
to win, every time.

How much better does
that feel, huh?

Get that big secret out there?

Why wouldn't you just
tell us that, Doc?

Look, if I sign something,
it's worth a lot of money.

My manager, Steve, has a
whole roomful of the stuff.

How much is my autograph gonna
be worth if this gets out?

I laid some bets with Green,
but when I retired, I quit.

That was it.

But Green had other plans.

No. Not Green.

This guy.

Martin.

Tough guy.

See that bracelet he's wearing?

That's the bullet that punctured his lung.
This is a bad dude.

What did Martin do?

He demanded that I buy
Green's liquor for my bar.

It was way overpriced.
I told him to take off.

You told off a mobster,

somebody who tried to kill you,
and you don't even mention it?

You're about as helpful as
an actual murder victim.

Hey, these are tough guys,

but they're not gonna hurt Doc Dugan.
We're friends...

- Kinda.
- Right.

Now Alex and Steve said they saw
somebody feeling the scene.

It could have been
one of Green's guys.

Maybe we should bring Doc
Dugan back from the dead,

wire him up, and then listen
to a conversation with Green.

A wire?

Oh, I got a better idea.

Maybe we need the other
end of the wire,

- the, uh, the listening device.
- Earpiece?

Could come in handy.

Okay. Who has Chinese
food for breakfast?

Chinese people... and me.

Okay. Interrogation time.

Agent Rigsby,

do you consider yourself an
expert on motorcycle gangs?

I guess.

No, don't say, "I guess.
" Say, "yes."

You want to project confidence.
Jury's gonna believe you.

Yes, ma'am.

- Aw.
- Mm.

Don't try to distract me.

And does this expertise,

in fact, come from
years of close contact

with criminal elements in
your own family?

Hey.

Don't say, "hey."
Just answer the question.

No. It doesn't.

Isn't it true that your
father, Steven Rigsby,

was a member of the Iron
Gods motorcycle gang

and a convicted felon?

Yes.

So wouldn't it be fair
to say, then, that

everything you learned, you know
from your father, the felon?

Babe, I know it's touchy,

but if you wait too
long to answer--

Okay, I think that's enough.
Thanks for your help.

It's time to get to court.

Wayne.

Seriously, it was a big help.
Thank you.

Arnold Green?

Oh, that's a great-looking suit...

for a policeman.
Most of you have no taste.

I'm not a policeman.

- She is.
- Yes.

I'm agent Lisbon with the CBI.
This is Patrick Jane.

Would you like a drink?

We're here to talk to you
about Doc Dugan's death.

We know you know him.

Oh, this is official. Okay.

Well, my attorney's name is Don Hendricks.
Give him a call.

You wanted Doc to start
buying liquor from you.

I'm a liquor distributor.

Maybe Doc didn't want to.
You didn't like that.

Did you try blackmailing him?
When that didn't work--

Okay, let's just say

that I'm this scary guy
that you imagine me to be.

You think I couldn't put the fear
into some puffed-up pretty boy?

If I wanted him to buy,
he was going to buy.

Why should I kill him?

He's worth more to
me alive than dead.

Excellent point. Thank you.
Really helpful.

Lisbon, we can go.
We have what we need.

Next time, call my attorney.

Oh, one more thing.

Arrest this man.

For what?

Oh, I don't know.
For, uh, questioning.

That's not arresting.

Sir, we're gonna have to bring
you in for questioning.

I got nothing to say.

I'm sure we can think of
something to talk about.

Okay.

We're getting set up for Martin.
You ready?

Almost. I think I might need
some more CBI stationary.

Yeah. Oh. That's a good--

Hey, I was drinking that.

Oh, sorry. Works very well.
Look at that.

Aging. Very authentic.
Very authentic.

I love arts and crafts.
It really relaxes me.

Just a little more of that.

Rigsby. Ah.
Uh, wel--welcome back.

Yes.

Is that Katy Perry over there?

Nice. Uh, don't smile.

- What's the capital of Idaho?
- Uh...

Quick, quick, quick.

Uh, Boise?

Bingo. Time to raise the dead.

Oh. Let that paper dry.
It's very important. Thank you.

What's going on here?

You good cop or the bad cop?

Oh, I'm not a cop.

I'm a psychic.

Sure you are.

We have Doc Dugan with us.

He's kind of mad at you.

Doc Dugan is here?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, right there in that chair.

I'm locked in here with a loon.

Wait till my lawyer
hears about this one.

Nice bracelet.

It's the bullet that
didn't kill you, right?

How do you know about that?

Doc told me.

The hell he did.

You're a fruitcake, aren't you?

Ask him a question.

We had lunch once at this place,
some red tablecloth joint.

What'd I order?

Steak.

Bloody.

Yeah, big deal.

Well, it's your question.
Ask a harder one.

What was playing
at the restaurant?

It was Motown.

Motown.

Always a great choice.

Or a good guess.

Last time we were together,
what'd I say to him?

Um...

uh, change the subject.

Oh, Doc doesn't want
to talk about that.

It unsettles his spirit.

Yeah, I knew you
were full of it.

All right, let's do it.

He came to see me.

He was wearing a
gray leather jacket,

black t-shirt, some kind of
lizard skin cowboy boots.

You wore a gray leather
jacket, a black t-shirt,

and lizard skin cowboy boots.

Crocodile boots, yeah.

How'd you know that?

You spoke with a gravelly voice,

like you had a cold or
a flu or something.

He took out his knife and he...

held it against my throat.

You held a knife to his throat.

He started to cry.

You laughed at him.

Called him a girlie-man.

And...

I said...

"don't cut my face, please""

he said, "don't cut
my face, please."

He's really here.

Doc. Doc, you here?

Look, I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry, Doc, okay?

Calm down, Doc.

Tell us everything you know
about Doc, Green, extortion,

car bombs.
It's the only way to make it stop.

Just get him out of here, okay?
Just get him out of here.

I will.
You know what you have to do.

Look, I know what to do, okay?
I'll talk!

Just get him outta here!

Good.

Martin confessed to extortion,
ratted out his boss as well.

So Green's going down.
Great job, buddy.

But did they kill Jake?

Martin claims he had nothing
to do with the car bomb.

The bombs aren't his MO,

but he said there were some very
dangerous men at the club Green owns.

Now one of them is Louis
"Louie Boom" Corrado.

We've got a big file on him.

He's been implicated in
almost a dozen murders,

all of them bombings.

That sounds promising.

Can I just--

You said you saw a guy
fleeing the scene,

so we're gonna bring in
Louie Boom for a line-up.

You see his picture,
it taints the ID.

Can I go with you?

Put, like, a SWAT helmet
on me or somethin'?

Sorry.
Jane's got other plans for you.

Does Jane know
you're on his couch?

You hurt your back again?

I'll be fine.

Oh, yeah. What'd you do?

Tackled a suspect.

Yeah, you shouldn't
tackle people

with your back
jacked up like that.

Thanks.

We're gonna go raid the Vespers.

Lisbon says to stay here,
man the phones, okay?

Okay.

San Francisco kind of sucked.

Mm-hmm.

I asked Sarah to help
prep my testimony.

It turned into a fight.

I turned it into a fight.
She brought up my dad.

Right.

She just goes straight
for the jugular.

She's tough, you know?

She doesn't look it, but...

man, when she brings it,
she's as tough as any of us.

You should see her in court.

She's tearing up a witness, just
really goes to town on 'em.

It's pretty...

it's pretty awesome.

She was doing exactly
what I asked her do.

I got mad 'cause she
was doing it so well.

I'm such an idiot.

Thanks for listening.

Mr. Green. Nice of you to show up.
You're under arrest.

This is harassment.

No, it's a raid. Your friend,
Martin, turned over a new leaf.

You were under it.
Ron, cuff him.

Hey, boss.
We arresting the bartender?

Why not? The more, the merrier.

Coast is clear. Come on.

Where are we heading?

To solve the case.

Didn't we just do that?

Come on, man.
I'm getting so tired of this.

I just found out my
relationship is a sham

and all my friends
think I'm a punk.

Now you got somebody else who
wants to dump on Doc Dugan, huh?

Truth hurts, I know.

It's biologically-based,
actually.

Our brains process sound
faster than they do light,

but light moves faster
than sound, see?

So our brains are
constantly shifting reality

so the world syncs up.

What does that have
to do with anything?

This. Only when someone
is standing 30 yards away

do we see and hear the
world exactly as it is.

That's when your brain,
sound, and light

- are all in perfect harmony.
- So?

The rest of the time, we're
living in a world of lies.

Lies are what make the
world make sense.

Ergo, the truth hurts.

No, no, no, not Anna.
No, no. Nah-nah. No way.

- Have a seat.
- Not again.

I can't.

I know, but... sit.

Hi. My name is Patrick Jane.
I saw your interview

- with agent Lisbon. Interesting stuff.
- Is there a problem?

Yes, there is.

The problem is you
were telling a lie.

Is this about my alibi?
'Cause I can prove--

No, nothing to do
with your alibi.

You said you hated
your ex-husband,

but clearly you're still
very much in love with him.

Hey. Here's the file on the
mob bomber, Louie Boom.

Lisbon says give it a read
before we bring him in.

Thanks.

Alex, would you come
with me, please?

We need to go over something
in your statement.

Oh, yeah, sure.

You don't even know me.

Don't have to. I could see
through half an inch of glass.

You're deeply in love with
your dead ex-husband.

What business is it of yours?

Just tell me the truth.

Just say the truth.

Fine. You're right.

I loved him.

Somewhere deep down in him was
the good man I used to know.

It got lost when
he retired, but...

he would have found
his way back.

I know he would have.

And now I'll never
see him again,

and I'll never get to tell him.

Okay.

Well, that should do it.

Hey.

- Leave her alone.
- Okay.

- Trevor?
- Annie.

What... what are you...

- They said--I thought...
- A trick.

To catch the killer.
I guess I just blew it.

What?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry about everything.

The guys from Vespers
are downstairs.

- Did he go for it?
- Yep.

Did he go for what?

Sir.

Doc Dugan is still alive?

Yes... sir.

It was his assistant,
Jake Stewart, that died.

And you chose to hide
this fact from me.

From everyone, for the
sake of the investigation.

A trick.

I wouldn't call it a trick.

Did this work?

It's still in progress.

Okay, well, um...

Let's hope it turns
out positively, huh?

Yes, sir.

Do you think he would mind
if I got an autograph?

Just a...

Yeah. I'll just...
you know, give them a... second.

Good idea, sir.

Any one of these guys

looks like the man you saw
running from the explosion,

speak up.

You mean Louie Boom.

I mean the man you saw.

I can't tell you
which one is Louie.

It'll taint the lineup.

That's him. Number 4.

That's the guy from
the parking lot.

You're sure? That's Louie?

That's the guy.

Rigsby, come on in.

Hey, guys.

- Oh, oh, he just saw me.
- Is he allowed to do that?

Oh, we're all friends here.

Hang on. What's going on here?

I'm special agent Rigsby.

Oh, then, I must
have made a mistake.

Come on.
You wanted to ace the test,

so you took a little peek.
I know because I made the test.

I made the whole thing up.
There is no "Louie Boom."

We gave you a chance to
look, and you took it.

You said Martin talked.

He said there was no way Green
was behind Doc's death.

There's a lot of people
that didn't like Doc,

but most of them made more
money if Doc was alive.

Only Steve here made more
money with Doc dead.

You have a house filled with
memorabilia signed by Doc.

He dies, the prices
go through the roof.

You make a fortune.

Come on.

Wait a minute.
I saw somebody running away.

- It was an explosion.
- People run from explosions.

Your prints on that
file should be enough

to get a search warrant.
Let's have a look.

And the truth shall set us free.

Well, maybe not all of us.

Where am I going?

Booking, for the murder
of Jacob Stewart

and the attempted
murder of Trevor Dugan.

We found bomb residue
in your garage

and research in
your web history.

Add that to the fact that you
tried to frame Louie Boom

- for the murder.
- Hey!

There's a roomful of it
back at your place--

stuff signed by me,

packaged to sell after I'm dead.

I thought we were
friends, Steve.

Friends?

Friends 'cause I
get your coffee?

Because I cover up
every mess you make?

Hide your girlfriend
from your wife?

What'd you ever do for me?

Gave you a job, man.

I was the number one draft pick.

It should be me wearing
that damn ring.

You should be working for me!

So you built a bomb

and you stuck it on
Doug's car that night.

I just wanted what was
coming to me, that's all.

I never meant for Jake to die.
He was a good kid.

All right, that's enough.
Take him away.

Let's go.

Let me get that.

Wanna take a seat?

Look, I, uh...

I wanted to say I'm
sorry about yesterday.

It's just... well, you called
me a dirty cop, Sarah.

Oh, God, Wayne, I would
never call you that.

I was just trying to prepare
you for the defense lawyer.

Yeah, I know. Thank you.

And, look, the trial was a
breeze compared to you.

Oh, you did good?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

And I know you can't help it.
You're a defense attorney.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, come on.
You guys put criminals away for money.

Is that what you think we do?

And tell me, what is it
exactly that cops do?

Well, we put the bad guys away

if we can get around
people like you.

And sometimes you put away good
guys if we don't stop you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

And we have to deal
with cops every day

who can't even spell "Miranda."
And you're damn right.

I'm gonna do whatever I can
to make sure my client

gets a fair shake.

Now do you have a
problem with that?

No. No problem at all.

Mm.

We got him, Mrs. Stewart,
thanks to your help.

No, you're the one that
deserves the thanks.

Doc, too.

He was really useful.

I'd like to pay for
Jake's funeral if I can.

Anything else you need.

Thank you, but I don't
need handouts, Mr. Dugan.

Call me "Trevor," please,
and it's not a handout.

It's what I owe Jake.

All right, then.

Thank you. Thank you.

I'd like to stay a
little longer if I can.

Sure.

Again, I am so sorry
for your loss.

I was hoping we could...

talk a little bit
more about Jake.

Sure.

I hear he was one hell
of a ballplayer himself.

Yeah, he won the state championship
the senior year.

No. He did? Wow.

Hey.

All good?

Yeah.
Doc seems like a changed man.

Well, he's had a perspective
few of us ever get.

Energizing, I expect.

Would you want that?

To hear what people say
about you when you're dead?

When I'm dead, they
can burn me in effigy

or build a statue or forget
about me completely.

- I couldn't care less.
- You don't mean that.

Everybody wants
to be remembered.

- Childish vanity.
- I want to be remembered.

And you shall be, fondly,
but you won't care about it

because when you're
dead, you're dead,

and until then...
there's ice cream.

Mmm.