The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 5, Episode 10 - Panama Red - full transcript
A botanists's fatally shot corpse is found in his climbing gym. He was breeding superior marijuana for a medical company which speculates on weed being legalized in Calfornia, and the seeds were stolen. He also was suspiciously generous to a friend, recovering addict Carson, in Matthew Gold's rehab charity farm, which legally grows recently harvested weed. Parick, who is really absorbed by figuring out who Red John can be, invents a buyer to set a trap for at least one cahoot in the company.
LISBON:
Poor soul. What is he still doing up there?
Waiting on the coroner.
Careful. Slow drip.
Single shot through the back.
He got off a few rounds before he hit him.
Nine mm, maybe?
- It looks like. Was anybody here?
- Uh...
Janitor came in at 7. Says the victim's name
is Jeremy Reese. Lived in Clearlake.
Janitor see anyone?
It was empty. It's a private gym.
Victim had a key, but it's not in his bag.
- His car's in the lot.
- A robbery?
We should go to his apartment now.
- Have you seen Jane?
- Nope.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hmm.
- Good morning, Lisbon.
- Don't be so sure.
We caught a case.
I've been alerted.
- And yet you're not here in Clearlake.
- Well, I'm busy.
Jane, you can't obsess like this.
Obsess?
I know that I've met Red John now.
Shook his hand.
I have what you coppers call a lead.
Yes, but we have a fresh body here.
I think you're obsessing.
I will text you the address.
I'll see you there.
[GRUNTS]
LISBON: Jeremy Reese. No record, not
even a parking ticket. What do you think?
JANE: I think he graduated from college
about three years ago.
He's single. He works in the sciences.
Uh, maybe a biologist.
He's from back East. Likes puzzles.
No family in the area.
Yeah. He was a botanist.
He worked at a local pot farm,
Westerly Organics.
Pot farm. Ooh, that follows.
LISBON: His last phone call was
to Alice Burns last night.
She's an old college professor of his.
JANE:
That would be her in the photograph.
Guessing the parents
couldn't make it for graduation.
Also, this apartment's been tossed.
By who, Martha Stewart?
By someone searching
for something of incredible value.
They wanted to try and put the place
back together but failed.
Incredible value? There's 200 bucks worth
of furniture in here.
Allow me to show you.
This plaid shirt here is in amongst
the stripes. Hard to miss.
LISBON:
That is a wall.
So it is.
Bear with me.
Uh...
Yes, uh, it's back over here.
There it is. See these two textbooks?
They're out of order.
Volume 1 is next to Volume 3.
LISBON:
Hmm.
[RATTLES]
CHO:
A safe.
Found his keys.
CHO:
It's empty.
Killer got what they came for.
We need to find someone who knows
what was in that safe.
I think this puzzle box is the key.
Whatever's in here
was important enough to hide...
...but not valuable enough
to put in that safe.
- What do you think it is?
- We don't know. It's a puzzle.
- Cho, crack it open.
- Oh, no, no, no. It's my puzzle.
All mine.
VAN PELT: Hey, boss.
We didn't get much off Jeremy's phone.
- Mostly calls to family in Boston.
- Call his parents, give them the news.
Tell Rigsby to check his e-mails, texts.
- We need to find out what was in that safe.
- I'm on it.
Hello, I'm looking
for Agent Teresa Lisbon.
Mrs. Burns, you were the last person
Jeremy called before he was murdered.
Do you need a moment?
Uh, no, I'll be fine. I'm okay.
- Why did Jeremy call you?
- Just to talk.
I was his advisor in college.
Was he having problems?
Oh, he was upset over a disagreement
with his boss.
Not surprising if you know Matthew Gold.
Bit of a medical-marijuana celebrity.
- He owns Westerly Organic?
ALICE: Yeah.
Jeremy did not smoke, by the way.
Genetic research around marijuana...
...is the most exciting place to be
for a young botanist.
It was a good use of his skills.
Did he go into specifics about the fight?
No, he just said that he was anxious
over "friction with his boss."
Jeremy could be...
...secretive.
[CHUCKLES]
We're plant people.
Did he have any enemies?
Anyone with an ax to grind?
ALICE:
No.
He was kind and generous to a fault.
Do you always keep in touch with students
after graduation?
No.
Jeremy's mother died a few years ago...
...and with my son in Houston,
we were a pretend family.
[CLEARS THROAT]
What are you sick with?
It started in my stomach
and spread to the lymph nodes.
School wants me to wrap it up,
and I told them, eh...
...one more semester. He, uh...
I'm sorry. Ahem.
Uh, brought me my prescription
every two weeks...
...and we would do the crossword.
He liked puzzles.
Any kind, didn't matter.
Your doctor lets you smoke?
He prescribed it.
I'm dying. It helps with the pain.
And helps me eat my husband's cooking.
Hmm.
Uh, just... Just one more question.
You don't happen to know
how to open this, do you?
[ALICE CHUCKLES]
No. Jeremy made me one,
and I forgot how it went.
[SIGHS]
Clever kid, huh?
[ENGINE STOPS]
Hi there, we're with the CBI.
We're looking for your boss, Matthew Gold.
MAN:
That's me.
Can we talk in the barn?
I'm just hanging some buds.
Hanging some buds.
- Well, someone's gotta do it.
- Mm-hm.
You know, I never had a kid
that smart on the farm.
In five years,
he'd have been running this place.
Were any of your other workers jealous?
No, everyone loved Jeremy.
They'll all help plan a memorial.
We're like minds here.
Dedicated to organic growing...
...none of that indoor
chemical garbage.
So, uh, how do I get involved?
Do I have to get a prescription
orjoin a club or something?
You'll be in the cooperative
if you have a condition we can help with.
We supply patients all over the state.
California says I can grow
no more than exactly 99 plants.
Uncle Sam says I'm a narcoterrorist.
I choose to side with California.
Tough business.
Eh, I just wish I could grow more,
but these laws.
I'm no businessman.
Used to be.
I gave up a software career...
...to come out here
and make a difference.
We're healers, you know?
Healers with an armed guard?
Oh, Vick, yeah.
He keeps our intellectual property safe.
We grow the dankest weed
in the valley, thanks to these.
Dank.
I'm, uh, guessing that means good?
GOLD:
Well, our patients like it.
Jeremy helped me grow that crop.
We won highest THC
at Mendocino Weed Wars.
It's a cross between Reclining Buddha
and some wicked Afghani stuff.
I've turned down offers
from the cartels...
...who don't exactly abide
by the social contract.
- Hence Vick.
- When was the last time you saw Jeremy?
He was out of here at 5 yesterday.
The kids cook dinner together...
...but, I don't know,
Jeremy usually did his own thing.
We heard that Jeremy
was fighting with his boss.
Fighting? No, no.
We were eye to eye.
We were just planting next year's crop.
- I can show you.
- Okay.
Danky.
Hi.
I was hoping you could help me.
Keep hoping.
You're not scared of cops, but, uh...
...you tried to avoid eye contact
back there.
You're loyal to Jeremy.
You think he was into something
that he shouldn't have been.
[SCOFFS]
- You're reaching.
- Always.
Dipping into the company stash, huh?
And don't deny it.
You're as high as a kite...
...and I can guarantee you
that's against company policy.
[SCOFFS]
Big whoop, so you know I'm baked.
Oh, you're not just baked.
[WHISPERS]
You are baked.
- [IN NORMAL VOICE] What's your name?
- Carson.
What are you protecting
Jeremy from, Carson? He's dead.
Okay.
Like, six months back,
my car was jacked up in an accident.
Jeremy gave me money to fix it.
Eight G's, like it was nothing.
That's a lot of money.
You think he was dealing marijuana
on the side?
Hey, I asked him.
He said, "Hell, no."
I didn't care...
...but if Matthew found out, he'd kill him.
That's good to know.
Thank you, Carson.
You need some more eye drops.
Just maybe a breath mint.
Your secret's safe with me.
No big items on Jeremy's credit card.
I don't know what Jane's talking about.
Kid lived cheap.
But if you look at his bank accounts,
plain vanilla.
Then he opens a savings account,
gets once-monthly direct deposits...
...from some company in the Caymans.
Ten grand a pop.
Shady.
What's up, ladies?
RIGSBY: Hey.
CHO: Agent Wade.
Gang Unit has a tip on a counterfeiting ring
running out of a garage on West Capitol.
- Rapid Response Team is up for the bust.
- Nice. Now?
Roll call in 30.
I squared it with your cute boss.
- I'm in.
- Uh, we have work to do.
I'll have him back in a few hours, Dad.
If you're the Rapid Response Team,
shouldn't you be sliding down poles...
...not hanging around here
for 30 minutes?
LISBON:
So Jeremy was making money on the side.
More than he was making
at Westerly Organics.
Maybe that's the boss
he was fighting with.
I can't figure out who was paying him.
A company in Romania
incorporated in the Caymans.
Keep digging. We need to figure out
what was in that safe. Think it was drugs?
He had too much respect for his work
to sell it in Ziploc baggies.
It wasn't cash. The money deposited in
his account's there except for 8 grand.
Which he gave to his friend.
Preliminary forensics report
puts the time of death around 6 a.m.
No one had seen Jeremy for 12 hours.
Maybe he was moonlighting.
- Might explain those deposits.
- Jane? Thoughts?
- I'm puzzled.
LISBON: That's evidence.
I want you to get it to Technical Services,
have it opened in the morning. We good?
You seem a little obsessed
with evaluating our status.
Good, bad. I mean, we're alive.
Guy that made this is dead. By comparison,
I think we're doing very well.
Tomorrow morning.
[WHIRRING]
[WHIRS THEN CLICKS]
MAN:
Put it in.
Sort it right here.
Police! Hands in the air!
Hands in the air!
- Put that down! Up against the wall.
CHO: I got it!
SUMMER:
Kimball?
Summer?
[BEEPS THEN LOCK CLICKS]
[BEEPS THEN LOCK CLICKS]
[KEYPAD BEEPS THEN LOCK CLICKS]
- Hands in the air!
- Already done.
Down on the ground.
Well, d... Uh...
Uh, hands in the air or down
on the ground? I'm a little confused.
A tobacco laboratory?
- Well, I didn't know what it was.
- Oh, so you just broke in?
Uh... I left you a voice mail.
How did you get the box open?
[DOOR OPENS]
Francesca Ehrlich
with J.G. Allen Tobacco.
This is Stuart Davis, my boss.
Ah, Patrick Jane, a consultant.
This, uh, isn't my boss.
I am Teresa Lisbon, and I am his boss.
So you're responsible for Mr. Jane
compromising a top-secret research facility.
Jeremy had a key. What was he
doing with a key to a tobacco laboratory?
Well, Jeremy is...
Was a freelance botanist.
He worked nights and weekends
for us about nine months?
Yeah.
- What's your role here?
DAVIS: Senior vice president...
...in charge of new products.
- New products like, uh...
...marijuana?
Our analysis is that marijuana
will be decriminalized in our lifetime.
And J.G. Allen will be ready
to embrace that market.
It's still a controversial area,
hence the secrecy.
So you were having Jeremy Reese
grow you some corporate weed.
He was developing a fungus-resistant
mass-producible marijuana strain.
Project Turbo Wolf.
It was part of my portfolio.
- Project Turbo Wolf?
FRANCESCA: Mm-hm.
We heard Jeremy
was arguing with his boss.
But it wasn't at his day job, was it?
It was you.
Well, disagreements between researchers
and the product team are common.
And there was a spirited discussion
a few days ago.
We haven't seen Jeremy since.
And how do I put this delicately?
He had just harvested
his Turbo Wolf seeds.
And we can't seem to find them.
- That may be what was in the safe.
JANE: Aha.
DAVIS:
What safe?
Well, it seems someone
may have bogarted your stash.
Well, we have to find those seeds.
This project will be worth billions
to the company.
- Billions, wow.
- How much is it worth today?
Oh, I'm sure our competitors
would pay millions to acquire it.
I'll bet you dollars to doughnuts
I can find your seeds.
Let's start with a tour of the lab,
shall we?
Looks like your marijuana project
is well funded.
Well, it's not all just marijuana per se.
We're also developing
a range of non-narcotic products.
- Jeremy's desk, I imagine?
- Yes, sir.
It's exactly as he left it.
Hmm.
What's the story with this box? Because
whenever I touch it, you blink rapidly.
- Uh, nothing.
LISBON: Could you step back, Mr. Pierce?
Thank you. Making me nervous.
Ooh.
Oh.
- That looks like a bug.
- Cool.
RIGSBY:
Summer Edgecombe.
Wow.
Yeah.
It's... It's not yours, is it?
No. She's in town for her wedding
to the baby's father.
Gonna be a pretty big deal, apparently.
Wow.
You said that.
Yep, you dodged a bullet
when you let that one slip away.
Oh, my God, Kimball,
can you believe this?
I'm in town for like five days
and boom, here we are.
- Like old times.
- Yeah, just like.
[SUMMER CHUCKLES]
Summer, why didn't you call me
if you were in trouble?
- I wasn't in trouble.
- Well, you are now.
Oh, please, this?
You can make this go away.
I'm a confidential informant.
I got juice in this building.
But you were in a garage
full of phony cash.
No, no, no, Chuck said
we were just going for a ride.
I was bored, so I went. And then he said
he had to stop by some friends'.
Well, when I got there,
I realized it was a bad deal.
By then it was too late.
- Mm-hm. Eight months pregnant.
- Mm-hm.
How stupid do you think
I think you are?
Uh, I swear, I have nothing to do
with this counterfeiting or whatever.
- Like, at all. Ask those guys.
- Well, they're not talking.
What are we gonna do?
The wedding's in two days.
- I can't stay here.
- Your buddy Chuck could help.
- You don't believe me.
- It doesn't matter what I believe.
It matters to me, Kimball.
I did what you said. I went to Seattle.
I got cleaned up.
And Marshall, he's nice.
He's in real estate. We have a house.
That's good. And if this guy's
halfway decent, he'll understand.
No, no, no. He can't know.
He thinks I'm at my sister's.
Look, I love him,
but there's things about me...
Please.
No one else is gonna help me.
Tell me where to find Chuck.
- You need to let her go.
- I knew this was coming.
- Look, I know the woman. She was my C.I.
- Heard she was a lot more than that.
She didn't do this.
She was just in the wrong place.
Maybe she was in the right place,
as a lookout.
No, I know her, and I believe her.
This is my case.
I'm charging her.
LISBON:
Ellwood.
Cop to cop, you know how this goes.
Just give me what I need
and let's get out of here.
Davis won't say this, but three days ago,
I was called upstairs to restrain the kid.
He's screaming, "It's my work."
The project's completed, right?
They want to move the seeds
into secure storage.
That's when the kid lost it.
I'm gonna need access
to all the recordings you made.
Then you're gonna need a court order.
Cop to cop.
JANE:
Cho's awfully trusting.
It's from the Rapid Response raid.
Counterfeit.
- There's bags and bags of it.
- Bags and bags of it?
Lmagine that.
VAN PELT:
You like the security guard for the murder?
JANE:
Pierce? Eh. Well trained, but a lapdog.
Lifestyle's too comfy to risk murder.
That may be true,
but I'm gonna hold him...
...until I get a warrant
to search the tobacco lab.
Did you check the security logs yet?
Yeah, on the night of his murder, Jeremy
swiped into J.G. Allen Tobacco at 8 p.m.
Makes sense. They were planning
to take his work to cold storage...
...so he went to the lab to take his seeds.
Seeds worth millions.
Certainly worth killing for.
JANE:
Find the seeds, you'll find the killer.
Grace, do you have any of Jeremy's
notebooks from the lab?
Uh, yeah, sure.
Right here.
- A lot of it's gibberish. Like a code?
- There's a long tradition of scientists...
...that disguise their thoughts in code.
Let me see.
- You have an idea?
- Eh, more of a notion.
We need to interview every employee from
the lab. Rigsby, run background checks.
And let's get the execs back here.
CHO:
CBI, ma'am.
We have information Chuck Calloway's
been staying here.
- I don't know any Chuck.
- You're his sister. How does that work?
[BACK DOOR BANGS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
- You got it?
- I got it.
- Police brutality, man.
CHO: Not yet.
- Give me your arms.
- I'm not resisting.
[GROANS]
Pierce, isn't it?
PIERCE: What do you want?
- What do I want?
I want your professional opinion,
if that's okay.
Uh, found this note in Jeremy's apartment.
That's actually a copy.
You know that name? Olivier Gans?
No, should I?
Eh, he's a pharmaceutical company buyer,
middleman.
You think Jeremy knew him?
Well, we don't know. As you can see,
the rest of the note is in code.
I can't... I can't crack it, so...
Well, maybe I could.
Sure, be my guest.
If anything pops out, just let me know.
Who's Olivier Gans?
Uh, don't know. Made him up.
How do you know Summer?
Oh, we're friends. She and my cousin
hooked up once. Maybe more than once.
- A few times, actually.
- I got it.
[CHUCKLES]
Now, what were you two doing
at that warehouse?
It's okay. No one knows you're here.
Should we go another round?
[CLEARS THROAT]
I did some work for these guys.
I'd buy some stuff with their bills
and then return it for cash.
I don't care
about your criminal offenses.
I wanna know what Summer
was doing there.
Oh, dude, heh,
these are not good people.
Okay? They scare me.
I was dropping off some cash,
but I was a little light.
And I thought they'd be chill
if I brought a pregnant lady.
You're an idiot, Chuck.
And I need names.
Everything you know
about that counterfeit ring.
And if I can't remember?
Do you need another enemy?
Researchers consistently fail
to understand...
...the importance of their own work.
Is that why you spy on people?
We have every right to maintain
operational oversight of our employees.
Freelancers included.
Maybe legally speaking.
- How do you feel about it, Francesca?
- Well...
I chose not to inform Francesca
of my instructions to Pierce.
So you don't trust
your executives either.
I wonder if there's hidden microphones
in your office.
There's not. There's not, Francesca.
- Heh, of course.
- We'll find out soon enough.
We're working on getting a warrant
to obtain your security recordings.
Excuse me.
Olivier Gans.
Are you familiar with him?
Big-time underworld
pharmaceutical buyer.
Very clandestine.
FRANCESCA:
That looks like Jeremy's writing.
JANE:
Yeah, we found it among his papers.
We have reason to believe that he
and this Gans guy were in contact.
And you ask if I trust my people.
You think Jeremy
was shopping around Turbo Wolf?
Well, maybe. This guy's very connected.
He deals all over the globe.
DAVIS:
And this code?
We're stumped. Maybe someone
in your team can get to the bottom of it.
- When is Jeremy's memorial?
- Tomorrow morning.
- Hmm.
DAVIS: Hmm.
LISBON:
Hmm.
I'm sorry for the intrusion.
DDA Ardiles, Charles Calloway.
Agent Cho, always a pleasure.
You can call me Chuck.
I think I will, Chuck.
So we looked into some of the names
you gave Agent Cho.
If these claims hold water...
...this counterfeiting ring
you're in is extensive.
Well, dude,
these guys run California, okay?
And you're prepared to inform on them.
Yeah.
Well, I mean, for the right price.
Let me guess. Full immunity.
I can't do time, man.
Hey.
Oh, yeah. Oh.
Uh, Summer Edgecombe.
I only come on board if she walks.
- The picture comes into focus.
- Summer wasn't involved.
She was there
when the raid went down.
Wasn't Summer Edgecombe
a former C.I. Herself?
She proved to be an asset to the CBI
on many occasions, yeah.
Nothing else?
[LAUGHING]
You and Summer?
[CHUCK LAUGHS]
Are you gonna make a deal or not?
It's always something with you guys.
You know what? I wasn't looking forward
to prosecuting a pregnant woman anyhow.
Welcome aboard, Chuck.
I'll draw up the paperwork.
[GUITARIST PLAYING
"AMAZING GRACE"]
Say what you will about hippies,
they throw a good funeral.
Sure, if classical guitar's your bag.
So did you get that puzzle box open?
- Yes. Magnets.
- Magnets.
He would have loved
that you figured that out.
Didn't have a lot of people
that could play at his level.
Yeah, well, that's a curse
some of us live with.
Excuse me, please.
Hey. Nice of you to come.
Well, I had some business in the area,
thought I'd stop by. Show my respects.
Some business? You have a lead?
Uh, it's okay, you can trust Carson.
Well, we have a confidential
but very solid lead.
Olivier Gans. Who's that?
He's a big-time pharmaceutical buyer.
Shady character, deep pockets,
smoke-filled rooms.
Was Jeremy trying to sell our strains?
- Did you know about this?
- What? No.
No, I swear.
We'll find out soon enough
when we can crack Jeremy's code.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Please excuse me.
- Hi, Lisbon.
- I don't know what you're playing.
You're getting carried away
with this Olivier Gans thing.
JANE: How so?
- I just got a call...
...from the vice president of something-
or-other at J.G. Allen Enterprises.
They're up in arms about Gans.
Really?
They think he's trying
to steal Turbo Wolf.
Well, he hasn't yet, but he might soon.
We should meet at his hotel.
- The imaginary man has a hotel?
- That's right.
Is this hotel imaginary too?
JANE:
Oh, no, very real.
It's the Vista in Clearlake.
I'll meet you there in an hour. Bye.
Jeremy was killed for his seeds,
but the killer's faced with a problem.
Who wants to pay millions of dollars
for a handful of seeds?
- Somebody who knows their value.
- That's a very limited market.
With a murder investigation afoot...
...I am betting the killer is desperate
enough to sell now and get out of town.
- So you made up a fake buyer.
- Olivier Gans.
And the rest of the note
is Caesar Code.
Exactly the kind of thing that Jeremy
would use to hide his information.
It translates to
"Three p.m. Friday at the Vista."
- Who's gonna figure that out?
- Whoever has millions at stake.
Assuming they do, we can't arrest
somebody for knocking on a door.
I'm well aware of that.
That's why we're gonna get them to sell us
the merchandise. Olivier, you ready?
Uh, yeah, lose the tie.
I don't think Olivier Gans is a tie guy.
Okay, you got it.
JANE:
See that face?
- That's why I didn't tell you the plan.
- It's not a good plan.
It's good enough. And Rigsby's wearing
one of those ear thingies.
- I'll talk him through the con. He'll be fine.
- What if the killer doesn't show up?
Then we go back to old-fashioned
police work.
But this way we get to enjoy some
room service. Please have a seat.
Enough with the cheese.
I'm hungry.
- Jane, its 3:15.
- Patience.
[PHONE RINGS OVER COMPUTER]
Hello.
Yeah, send them up.
On the way.
[SIGHS]
- Mr. Gans, is it?
- And who are you?
Jeremy couldn't be here.
You'll conduct business
with me today.
I'm Francesca.
Come in.
She makes her offer,
you sweep in, make your arrest.
If she makes the offer.
[IMITATES LISBON]
How do I know you're not a cop?
JANE [OVER COMM]: Easy there, tiger,
chicken's already in the coop.
Let's not overdo it.
The cops don't have the real deal. I do.
There's only one Turbo Wolf.
Would you like to sample
the product?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Get her to show you the seeds.
[COUGHING]
That's nice.
Really smooth.
It's a 60-40 indica dominant hybrid.
Ideal for commercial production...
...of smokable applications...
...as well as for pills, oral sprays
and dermal patches.
- Strong. And, uh, where are the seeds?
FRANCESCA: Right here.
I'm going in.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Who's that?
Uh, it's not us. Just answer it.
You just stay there. I got this.
Hi. Uh, you're Gans?
Depends.
You're looking for Turbo Wolf, right?
Could you pass the cheese plate?
This is getting good.
RIGSBY:
Get in here.
They can't both have Turbo Wolf.
No, but one of them
killed Jeremy for it.
All right, then I'm pulling the plug.
We can bring them in and talk to them.
Pish posh, he's doing a great job.
Let's see what happens.
What's she doing here?
Me? What are you doing here?
[RIGSBY CHUCKLES]
You guys know each other?
That's nice.
The pot business is fairly small.
Well, I'm in the pot business,
and I don't know either of you.
Am I talking loud?
You're doing fine, Rigsby, but we need to
figure out the story with Matthew Gold.
Please.
Oh, I know what to do.
- You do?
- Hmm, maybe.
We divide and conquer.
Give them a chance to split the money.
Rigsby, we're gonna play a little game.
It's called Repeat After Me.
I can understand you're nervous.
I understand you're nervous.
You're trying to sell a dead man's work.
You're both trying to sell
a dead man's product.
Here's the thing.
My client just wants results.
They're not interested in provenance.
They're not concerned with provolone.
Provenance.
They're, heh,
not concerned with provenance.
They don't care where it came from.
You both claim to have Turbo Wolf
to sell me.
You both claim
you're selling Turbo Wolf.
Only one of you is right.
Now, I don't have all day
to hash this out.
So here's what I'm gonna do.
I have $4 million.
That's the price
that Jeremy and I discussed.
Now, I'm willing to buy both your seeds
and you guys can split the money.
Or...
[CHUCKLES]
Or one of you can prove that you have
the real deal and you get it all.
Two million each?
I can live on that.
I'm sure you can. But I didn't come here
for half of anything.
What are you talking about?
Let's take the deal.
Why?
I don't know what you have,
but my product is authentic.
I hired the team that grew it.
You poached a kid that I trained.
Thanks for the head start.
- We're getting into the weeds here.
- I'm on it. Okay, let's not get personal.
Let's not get, uh, personal.
Have some cheese, huh?
If we can't make a deal,
I'm gonna walk out of here right now.
Fine. I'm not splitting.
You're in over your head, Matthew.
All right, yeah.
Yeah, she might have grown this stuff.
But Jeremy came to me
when she tried to put his product on ice.
I convinced...
I convinced him
to steal his seeds from the lab.
The same seeds I took from his safe.
She's got nothing.
- Oh, my God.
- Yeah. What?
FRANCESCA: You killed him?
- You need me to spell it out for you?
I'm not walking away with half now.
I want it all.
- Okay, hands in the air.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Oh. Um, I mean, nobody move.
GOLD: Whoa.
I'm a cop. Just nobody move. See?
Matthew Gold,
you're under arrest for murder.
- Rigsby, hook her up, too.
- For what?
- Industrial espionage, to start with.
RIGSBY: Yeah, I got it.
Ooh. Uh, nope. I'm gonna sit down.
Let me see your hands.
Now. You too.
Boss, is it okay if I sit down?
You are sitting down, Rigsby.
I felt betrayed, you know?
That he'd go behind my back like that.
And for a tobacco company?
Then I figured
they gave him resources I couldn't.
VAN PELT: When they told him
they were putting his project on hold...
...for who knows how long,
you convinced him to steal it back.
I told him with my reputation,
we could offer his strain to the world.
But that was never your intent.
I should be rich by now, you know?
But this whole industry,
the rules change every day.
I knew when he came to me
I could take this stuff.
I knew he'd be at the gym.
I tried to tell myself the gun was there
so he'd give me the keys to the safe.
But I knew.
I'd already gone too far.
I gotta hand it to her.
She played you all.
What are you talking about?
Francesca.
She just confessed.
Once Jeremy's work
went into cold storage...
...she knew he'd sneak
back into the lab to steal his seeds.
That's why she switched them out.
So she could sell them
for herself on the black market.
You mean Francesca
had the Turbo Wolf all along?
Yup.
You killed your protege
for a handful of worthless hemp seeds.
Agent Wade.
I hope this Summer girl's worth it.
It's not like that.
- Really?
CHO: Yeah.
I should've come to you
before going to the DDA's office.
I would have shut you down.
I wouldn't have blamed you.
So you're not mad?
Mad? This is about trust.
I put together a Rapid Response Team...
...I gotta know we're watching each
other's back. You went behind mine.
It'll never happen again.
Heh, that's for sure.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Kimball.
Hey.
Hi.
- You think I was just gonna disappear?
- I wouldn't put it past you.
Well, you saved the wedding.
And this was on the way, so...
MARSHALL: Uh, babe?
SUMMER: Oh, Marshall, come here.
I want you to meet my friend
Agent Cho.
Agent Cho, this is Marshall.
- The fiance.
- It's nice to meet you.
You got any firemen
to say goodbye to or what?
No offense, buddy,
but, uh, we got a thing.
Just give me a minute, would you?
He's a good guy. He really is.
We're heading down to Pismo
for the honeymoon.
CHO: It's nice down there.
- Yeah.
Thank you, Kimball.
I promise I won't bug you anymore.
I'm gonna be good.
Goodbye, Summer. Good luck.
I'd kiss you,
but Marshall gets crazy jealous.
So annoying. I can't find my keys.
- Hmm, did you check your desk?
- Of course l...
[KEYS JINGLE]
- Oh, here they are. Silly me.
- Hmm.
You keep a hammer in your desk.
You only think
you know everything about me.
[English - US - SDH]
Poor soul. What is he still doing up there?
Waiting on the coroner.
Careful. Slow drip.
Single shot through the back.
He got off a few rounds before he hit him.
Nine mm, maybe?
- It looks like. Was anybody here?
- Uh...
Janitor came in at 7. Says the victim's name
is Jeremy Reese. Lived in Clearlake.
Janitor see anyone?
It was empty. It's a private gym.
Victim had a key, but it's not in his bag.
- His car's in the lot.
- A robbery?
We should go to his apartment now.
- Have you seen Jane?
- Nope.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hmm.
- Good morning, Lisbon.
- Don't be so sure.
We caught a case.
I've been alerted.
- And yet you're not here in Clearlake.
- Well, I'm busy.
Jane, you can't obsess like this.
Obsess?
I know that I've met Red John now.
Shook his hand.
I have what you coppers call a lead.
Yes, but we have a fresh body here.
I think you're obsessing.
I will text you the address.
I'll see you there.
[GRUNTS]
LISBON: Jeremy Reese. No record, not
even a parking ticket. What do you think?
JANE: I think he graduated from college
about three years ago.
He's single. He works in the sciences.
Uh, maybe a biologist.
He's from back East. Likes puzzles.
No family in the area.
Yeah. He was a botanist.
He worked at a local pot farm,
Westerly Organics.
Pot farm. Ooh, that follows.
LISBON: His last phone call was
to Alice Burns last night.
She's an old college professor of his.
JANE:
That would be her in the photograph.
Guessing the parents
couldn't make it for graduation.
Also, this apartment's been tossed.
By who, Martha Stewart?
By someone searching
for something of incredible value.
They wanted to try and put the place
back together but failed.
Incredible value? There's 200 bucks worth
of furniture in here.
Allow me to show you.
This plaid shirt here is in amongst
the stripes. Hard to miss.
LISBON:
That is a wall.
So it is.
Bear with me.
Uh...
Yes, uh, it's back over here.
There it is. See these two textbooks?
They're out of order.
Volume 1 is next to Volume 3.
LISBON:
Hmm.
[RATTLES]
CHO:
A safe.
Found his keys.
CHO:
It's empty.
Killer got what they came for.
We need to find someone who knows
what was in that safe.
I think this puzzle box is the key.
Whatever's in here
was important enough to hide...
...but not valuable enough
to put in that safe.
- What do you think it is?
- We don't know. It's a puzzle.
- Cho, crack it open.
- Oh, no, no, no. It's my puzzle.
All mine.
VAN PELT: Hey, boss.
We didn't get much off Jeremy's phone.
- Mostly calls to family in Boston.
- Call his parents, give them the news.
Tell Rigsby to check his e-mails, texts.
- We need to find out what was in that safe.
- I'm on it.
Hello, I'm looking
for Agent Teresa Lisbon.
Mrs. Burns, you were the last person
Jeremy called before he was murdered.
Do you need a moment?
Uh, no, I'll be fine. I'm okay.
- Why did Jeremy call you?
- Just to talk.
I was his advisor in college.
Was he having problems?
Oh, he was upset over a disagreement
with his boss.
Not surprising if you know Matthew Gold.
Bit of a medical-marijuana celebrity.
- He owns Westerly Organic?
ALICE: Yeah.
Jeremy did not smoke, by the way.
Genetic research around marijuana...
...is the most exciting place to be
for a young botanist.
It was a good use of his skills.
Did he go into specifics about the fight?
No, he just said that he was anxious
over "friction with his boss."
Jeremy could be...
...secretive.
[CHUCKLES]
We're plant people.
Did he have any enemies?
Anyone with an ax to grind?
ALICE:
No.
He was kind and generous to a fault.
Do you always keep in touch with students
after graduation?
No.
Jeremy's mother died a few years ago...
...and with my son in Houston,
we were a pretend family.
[CLEARS THROAT]
What are you sick with?
It started in my stomach
and spread to the lymph nodes.
School wants me to wrap it up,
and I told them, eh...
...one more semester. He, uh...
I'm sorry. Ahem.
Uh, brought me my prescription
every two weeks...
...and we would do the crossword.
He liked puzzles.
Any kind, didn't matter.
Your doctor lets you smoke?
He prescribed it.
I'm dying. It helps with the pain.
And helps me eat my husband's cooking.
Hmm.
Uh, just... Just one more question.
You don't happen to know
how to open this, do you?
[ALICE CHUCKLES]
No. Jeremy made me one,
and I forgot how it went.
[SIGHS]
Clever kid, huh?
[ENGINE STOPS]
Hi there, we're with the CBI.
We're looking for your boss, Matthew Gold.
MAN:
That's me.
Can we talk in the barn?
I'm just hanging some buds.
Hanging some buds.
- Well, someone's gotta do it.
- Mm-hm.
You know, I never had a kid
that smart on the farm.
In five years,
he'd have been running this place.
Were any of your other workers jealous?
No, everyone loved Jeremy.
They'll all help plan a memorial.
We're like minds here.
Dedicated to organic growing...
...none of that indoor
chemical garbage.
So, uh, how do I get involved?
Do I have to get a prescription
orjoin a club or something?
You'll be in the cooperative
if you have a condition we can help with.
We supply patients all over the state.
California says I can grow
no more than exactly 99 plants.
Uncle Sam says I'm a narcoterrorist.
I choose to side with California.
Tough business.
Eh, I just wish I could grow more,
but these laws.
I'm no businessman.
Used to be.
I gave up a software career...
...to come out here
and make a difference.
We're healers, you know?
Healers with an armed guard?
Oh, Vick, yeah.
He keeps our intellectual property safe.
We grow the dankest weed
in the valley, thanks to these.
Dank.
I'm, uh, guessing that means good?
GOLD:
Well, our patients like it.
Jeremy helped me grow that crop.
We won highest THC
at Mendocino Weed Wars.
It's a cross between Reclining Buddha
and some wicked Afghani stuff.
I've turned down offers
from the cartels...
...who don't exactly abide
by the social contract.
- Hence Vick.
- When was the last time you saw Jeremy?
He was out of here at 5 yesterday.
The kids cook dinner together...
...but, I don't know,
Jeremy usually did his own thing.
We heard that Jeremy
was fighting with his boss.
Fighting? No, no.
We were eye to eye.
We were just planting next year's crop.
- I can show you.
- Okay.
Danky.
Hi.
I was hoping you could help me.
Keep hoping.
You're not scared of cops, but, uh...
...you tried to avoid eye contact
back there.
You're loyal to Jeremy.
You think he was into something
that he shouldn't have been.
[SCOFFS]
- You're reaching.
- Always.
Dipping into the company stash, huh?
And don't deny it.
You're as high as a kite...
...and I can guarantee you
that's against company policy.
[SCOFFS]
Big whoop, so you know I'm baked.
Oh, you're not just baked.
[WHISPERS]
You are baked.
- [IN NORMAL VOICE] What's your name?
- Carson.
What are you protecting
Jeremy from, Carson? He's dead.
Okay.
Like, six months back,
my car was jacked up in an accident.
Jeremy gave me money to fix it.
Eight G's, like it was nothing.
That's a lot of money.
You think he was dealing marijuana
on the side?
Hey, I asked him.
He said, "Hell, no."
I didn't care...
...but if Matthew found out, he'd kill him.
That's good to know.
Thank you, Carson.
You need some more eye drops.
Just maybe a breath mint.
Your secret's safe with me.
No big items on Jeremy's credit card.
I don't know what Jane's talking about.
Kid lived cheap.
But if you look at his bank accounts,
plain vanilla.
Then he opens a savings account,
gets once-monthly direct deposits...
...from some company in the Caymans.
Ten grand a pop.
Shady.
What's up, ladies?
RIGSBY: Hey.
CHO: Agent Wade.
Gang Unit has a tip on a counterfeiting ring
running out of a garage on West Capitol.
- Rapid Response Team is up for the bust.
- Nice. Now?
Roll call in 30.
I squared it with your cute boss.
- I'm in.
- Uh, we have work to do.
I'll have him back in a few hours, Dad.
If you're the Rapid Response Team,
shouldn't you be sliding down poles...
...not hanging around here
for 30 minutes?
LISBON:
So Jeremy was making money on the side.
More than he was making
at Westerly Organics.
Maybe that's the boss
he was fighting with.
I can't figure out who was paying him.
A company in Romania
incorporated in the Caymans.
Keep digging. We need to figure out
what was in that safe. Think it was drugs?
He had too much respect for his work
to sell it in Ziploc baggies.
It wasn't cash. The money deposited in
his account's there except for 8 grand.
Which he gave to his friend.
Preliminary forensics report
puts the time of death around 6 a.m.
No one had seen Jeremy for 12 hours.
Maybe he was moonlighting.
- Might explain those deposits.
- Jane? Thoughts?
- I'm puzzled.
LISBON: That's evidence.
I want you to get it to Technical Services,
have it opened in the morning. We good?
You seem a little obsessed
with evaluating our status.
Good, bad. I mean, we're alive.
Guy that made this is dead. By comparison,
I think we're doing very well.
Tomorrow morning.
[WHIRRING]
[WHIRS THEN CLICKS]
MAN:
Put it in.
Sort it right here.
Police! Hands in the air!
Hands in the air!
- Put that down! Up against the wall.
CHO: I got it!
SUMMER:
Kimball?
Summer?
[BEEPS THEN LOCK CLICKS]
[BEEPS THEN LOCK CLICKS]
[KEYPAD BEEPS THEN LOCK CLICKS]
- Hands in the air!
- Already done.
Down on the ground.
Well, d... Uh...
Uh, hands in the air or down
on the ground? I'm a little confused.
A tobacco laboratory?
- Well, I didn't know what it was.
- Oh, so you just broke in?
Uh... I left you a voice mail.
How did you get the box open?
[DOOR OPENS]
Francesca Ehrlich
with J.G. Allen Tobacco.
This is Stuart Davis, my boss.
Ah, Patrick Jane, a consultant.
This, uh, isn't my boss.
I am Teresa Lisbon, and I am his boss.
So you're responsible for Mr. Jane
compromising a top-secret research facility.
Jeremy had a key. What was he
doing with a key to a tobacco laboratory?
Well, Jeremy is...
Was a freelance botanist.
He worked nights and weekends
for us about nine months?
Yeah.
- What's your role here?
DAVIS: Senior vice president...
...in charge of new products.
- New products like, uh...
...marijuana?
Our analysis is that marijuana
will be decriminalized in our lifetime.
And J.G. Allen will be ready
to embrace that market.
It's still a controversial area,
hence the secrecy.
So you were having Jeremy Reese
grow you some corporate weed.
He was developing a fungus-resistant
mass-producible marijuana strain.
Project Turbo Wolf.
It was part of my portfolio.
- Project Turbo Wolf?
FRANCESCA: Mm-hm.
We heard Jeremy
was arguing with his boss.
But it wasn't at his day job, was it?
It was you.
Well, disagreements between researchers
and the product team are common.
And there was a spirited discussion
a few days ago.
We haven't seen Jeremy since.
And how do I put this delicately?
He had just harvested
his Turbo Wolf seeds.
And we can't seem to find them.
- That may be what was in the safe.
JANE: Aha.
DAVIS:
What safe?
Well, it seems someone
may have bogarted your stash.
Well, we have to find those seeds.
This project will be worth billions
to the company.
- Billions, wow.
- How much is it worth today?
Oh, I'm sure our competitors
would pay millions to acquire it.
I'll bet you dollars to doughnuts
I can find your seeds.
Let's start with a tour of the lab,
shall we?
Looks like your marijuana project
is well funded.
Well, it's not all just marijuana per se.
We're also developing
a range of non-narcotic products.
- Jeremy's desk, I imagine?
- Yes, sir.
It's exactly as he left it.
Hmm.
What's the story with this box? Because
whenever I touch it, you blink rapidly.
- Uh, nothing.
LISBON: Could you step back, Mr. Pierce?
Thank you. Making me nervous.
Ooh.
Oh.
- That looks like a bug.
- Cool.
RIGSBY:
Summer Edgecombe.
Wow.
Yeah.
It's... It's not yours, is it?
No. She's in town for her wedding
to the baby's father.
Gonna be a pretty big deal, apparently.
Wow.
You said that.
Yep, you dodged a bullet
when you let that one slip away.
Oh, my God, Kimball,
can you believe this?
I'm in town for like five days
and boom, here we are.
- Like old times.
- Yeah, just like.
[SUMMER CHUCKLES]
Summer, why didn't you call me
if you were in trouble?
- I wasn't in trouble.
- Well, you are now.
Oh, please, this?
You can make this go away.
I'm a confidential informant.
I got juice in this building.
But you were in a garage
full of phony cash.
No, no, no, Chuck said
we were just going for a ride.
I was bored, so I went. And then he said
he had to stop by some friends'.
Well, when I got there,
I realized it was a bad deal.
By then it was too late.
- Mm-hm. Eight months pregnant.
- Mm-hm.
How stupid do you think
I think you are?
Uh, I swear, I have nothing to do
with this counterfeiting or whatever.
- Like, at all. Ask those guys.
- Well, they're not talking.
What are we gonna do?
The wedding's in two days.
- I can't stay here.
- Your buddy Chuck could help.
- You don't believe me.
- It doesn't matter what I believe.
It matters to me, Kimball.
I did what you said. I went to Seattle.
I got cleaned up.
And Marshall, he's nice.
He's in real estate. We have a house.
That's good. And if this guy's
halfway decent, he'll understand.
No, no, no. He can't know.
He thinks I'm at my sister's.
Look, I love him,
but there's things about me...
Please.
No one else is gonna help me.
Tell me where to find Chuck.
- You need to let her go.
- I knew this was coming.
- Look, I know the woman. She was my C.I.
- Heard she was a lot more than that.
She didn't do this.
She was just in the wrong place.
Maybe she was in the right place,
as a lookout.
No, I know her, and I believe her.
This is my case.
I'm charging her.
LISBON:
Ellwood.
Cop to cop, you know how this goes.
Just give me what I need
and let's get out of here.
Davis won't say this, but three days ago,
I was called upstairs to restrain the kid.
He's screaming, "It's my work."
The project's completed, right?
They want to move the seeds
into secure storage.
That's when the kid lost it.
I'm gonna need access
to all the recordings you made.
Then you're gonna need a court order.
Cop to cop.
JANE:
Cho's awfully trusting.
It's from the Rapid Response raid.
Counterfeit.
- There's bags and bags of it.
- Bags and bags of it?
Lmagine that.
VAN PELT:
You like the security guard for the murder?
JANE:
Pierce? Eh. Well trained, but a lapdog.
Lifestyle's too comfy to risk murder.
That may be true,
but I'm gonna hold him...
...until I get a warrant
to search the tobacco lab.
Did you check the security logs yet?
Yeah, on the night of his murder, Jeremy
swiped into J.G. Allen Tobacco at 8 p.m.
Makes sense. They were planning
to take his work to cold storage...
...so he went to the lab to take his seeds.
Seeds worth millions.
Certainly worth killing for.
JANE:
Find the seeds, you'll find the killer.
Grace, do you have any of Jeremy's
notebooks from the lab?
Uh, yeah, sure.
Right here.
- A lot of it's gibberish. Like a code?
- There's a long tradition of scientists...
...that disguise their thoughts in code.
Let me see.
- You have an idea?
- Eh, more of a notion.
We need to interview every employee from
the lab. Rigsby, run background checks.
And let's get the execs back here.
CHO:
CBI, ma'am.
We have information Chuck Calloway's
been staying here.
- I don't know any Chuck.
- You're his sister. How does that work?
[BACK DOOR BANGS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
- You got it?
- I got it.
- Police brutality, man.
CHO: Not yet.
- Give me your arms.
- I'm not resisting.
[GROANS]
Pierce, isn't it?
PIERCE: What do you want?
- What do I want?
I want your professional opinion,
if that's okay.
Uh, found this note in Jeremy's apartment.
That's actually a copy.
You know that name? Olivier Gans?
No, should I?
Eh, he's a pharmaceutical company buyer,
middleman.
You think Jeremy knew him?
Well, we don't know. As you can see,
the rest of the note is in code.
I can't... I can't crack it, so...
Well, maybe I could.
Sure, be my guest.
If anything pops out, just let me know.
Who's Olivier Gans?
Uh, don't know. Made him up.
How do you know Summer?
Oh, we're friends. She and my cousin
hooked up once. Maybe more than once.
- A few times, actually.
- I got it.
[CHUCKLES]
Now, what were you two doing
at that warehouse?
It's okay. No one knows you're here.
Should we go another round?
[CLEARS THROAT]
I did some work for these guys.
I'd buy some stuff with their bills
and then return it for cash.
I don't care
about your criminal offenses.
I wanna know what Summer
was doing there.
Oh, dude, heh,
these are not good people.
Okay? They scare me.
I was dropping off some cash,
but I was a little light.
And I thought they'd be chill
if I brought a pregnant lady.
You're an idiot, Chuck.
And I need names.
Everything you know
about that counterfeit ring.
And if I can't remember?
Do you need another enemy?
Researchers consistently fail
to understand...
...the importance of their own work.
Is that why you spy on people?
We have every right to maintain
operational oversight of our employees.
Freelancers included.
Maybe legally speaking.
- How do you feel about it, Francesca?
- Well...
I chose not to inform Francesca
of my instructions to Pierce.
So you don't trust
your executives either.
I wonder if there's hidden microphones
in your office.
There's not. There's not, Francesca.
- Heh, of course.
- We'll find out soon enough.
We're working on getting a warrant
to obtain your security recordings.
Excuse me.
Olivier Gans.
Are you familiar with him?
Big-time underworld
pharmaceutical buyer.
Very clandestine.
FRANCESCA:
That looks like Jeremy's writing.
JANE:
Yeah, we found it among his papers.
We have reason to believe that he
and this Gans guy were in contact.
And you ask if I trust my people.
You think Jeremy
was shopping around Turbo Wolf?
Well, maybe. This guy's very connected.
He deals all over the globe.
DAVIS:
And this code?
We're stumped. Maybe someone
in your team can get to the bottom of it.
- When is Jeremy's memorial?
- Tomorrow morning.
- Hmm.
DAVIS: Hmm.
LISBON:
Hmm.
I'm sorry for the intrusion.
DDA Ardiles, Charles Calloway.
Agent Cho, always a pleasure.
You can call me Chuck.
I think I will, Chuck.
So we looked into some of the names
you gave Agent Cho.
If these claims hold water...
...this counterfeiting ring
you're in is extensive.
Well, dude,
these guys run California, okay?
And you're prepared to inform on them.
Yeah.
Well, I mean, for the right price.
Let me guess. Full immunity.
I can't do time, man.
Hey.
Oh, yeah. Oh.
Uh, Summer Edgecombe.
I only come on board if she walks.
- The picture comes into focus.
- Summer wasn't involved.
She was there
when the raid went down.
Wasn't Summer Edgecombe
a former C.I. Herself?
She proved to be an asset to the CBI
on many occasions, yeah.
Nothing else?
[LAUGHING]
You and Summer?
[CHUCK LAUGHS]
Are you gonna make a deal or not?
It's always something with you guys.
You know what? I wasn't looking forward
to prosecuting a pregnant woman anyhow.
Welcome aboard, Chuck.
I'll draw up the paperwork.
[GUITARIST PLAYING
"AMAZING GRACE"]
Say what you will about hippies,
they throw a good funeral.
Sure, if classical guitar's your bag.
So did you get that puzzle box open?
- Yes. Magnets.
- Magnets.
He would have loved
that you figured that out.
Didn't have a lot of people
that could play at his level.
Yeah, well, that's a curse
some of us live with.
Excuse me, please.
Hey. Nice of you to come.
Well, I had some business in the area,
thought I'd stop by. Show my respects.
Some business? You have a lead?
Uh, it's okay, you can trust Carson.
Well, we have a confidential
but very solid lead.
Olivier Gans. Who's that?
He's a big-time pharmaceutical buyer.
Shady character, deep pockets,
smoke-filled rooms.
Was Jeremy trying to sell our strains?
- Did you know about this?
- What? No.
No, I swear.
We'll find out soon enough
when we can crack Jeremy's code.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Please excuse me.
- Hi, Lisbon.
- I don't know what you're playing.
You're getting carried away
with this Olivier Gans thing.
JANE: How so?
- I just got a call...
...from the vice president of something-
or-other at J.G. Allen Enterprises.
They're up in arms about Gans.
Really?
They think he's trying
to steal Turbo Wolf.
Well, he hasn't yet, but he might soon.
We should meet at his hotel.
- The imaginary man has a hotel?
- That's right.
Is this hotel imaginary too?
JANE:
Oh, no, very real.
It's the Vista in Clearlake.
I'll meet you there in an hour. Bye.
Jeremy was killed for his seeds,
but the killer's faced with a problem.
Who wants to pay millions of dollars
for a handful of seeds?
- Somebody who knows their value.
- That's a very limited market.
With a murder investigation afoot...
...I am betting the killer is desperate
enough to sell now and get out of town.
- So you made up a fake buyer.
- Olivier Gans.
And the rest of the note
is Caesar Code.
Exactly the kind of thing that Jeremy
would use to hide his information.
It translates to
"Three p.m. Friday at the Vista."
- Who's gonna figure that out?
- Whoever has millions at stake.
Assuming they do, we can't arrest
somebody for knocking on a door.
I'm well aware of that.
That's why we're gonna get them to sell us
the merchandise. Olivier, you ready?
Uh, yeah, lose the tie.
I don't think Olivier Gans is a tie guy.
Okay, you got it.
JANE:
See that face?
- That's why I didn't tell you the plan.
- It's not a good plan.
It's good enough. And Rigsby's wearing
one of those ear thingies.
- I'll talk him through the con. He'll be fine.
- What if the killer doesn't show up?
Then we go back to old-fashioned
police work.
But this way we get to enjoy some
room service. Please have a seat.
Enough with the cheese.
I'm hungry.
- Jane, its 3:15.
- Patience.
[PHONE RINGS OVER COMPUTER]
Hello.
Yeah, send them up.
On the way.
[SIGHS]
- Mr. Gans, is it?
- And who are you?
Jeremy couldn't be here.
You'll conduct business
with me today.
I'm Francesca.
Come in.
She makes her offer,
you sweep in, make your arrest.
If she makes the offer.
[IMITATES LISBON]
How do I know you're not a cop?
JANE [OVER COMM]: Easy there, tiger,
chicken's already in the coop.
Let's not overdo it.
The cops don't have the real deal. I do.
There's only one Turbo Wolf.
Would you like to sample
the product?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Get her to show you the seeds.
[COUGHING]
That's nice.
Really smooth.
It's a 60-40 indica dominant hybrid.
Ideal for commercial production...
...of smokable applications...
...as well as for pills, oral sprays
and dermal patches.
- Strong. And, uh, where are the seeds?
FRANCESCA: Right here.
I'm going in.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Who's that?
Uh, it's not us. Just answer it.
You just stay there. I got this.
Hi. Uh, you're Gans?
Depends.
You're looking for Turbo Wolf, right?
Could you pass the cheese plate?
This is getting good.
RIGSBY:
Get in here.
They can't both have Turbo Wolf.
No, but one of them
killed Jeremy for it.
All right, then I'm pulling the plug.
We can bring them in and talk to them.
Pish posh, he's doing a great job.
Let's see what happens.
What's she doing here?
Me? What are you doing here?
[RIGSBY CHUCKLES]
You guys know each other?
That's nice.
The pot business is fairly small.
Well, I'm in the pot business,
and I don't know either of you.
Am I talking loud?
You're doing fine, Rigsby, but we need to
figure out the story with Matthew Gold.
Please.
Oh, I know what to do.
- You do?
- Hmm, maybe.
We divide and conquer.
Give them a chance to split the money.
Rigsby, we're gonna play a little game.
It's called Repeat After Me.
I can understand you're nervous.
I understand you're nervous.
You're trying to sell a dead man's work.
You're both trying to sell
a dead man's product.
Here's the thing.
My client just wants results.
They're not interested in provenance.
They're not concerned with provolone.
Provenance.
They're, heh,
not concerned with provenance.
They don't care where it came from.
You both claim to have Turbo Wolf
to sell me.
You both claim
you're selling Turbo Wolf.
Only one of you is right.
Now, I don't have all day
to hash this out.
So here's what I'm gonna do.
I have $4 million.
That's the price
that Jeremy and I discussed.
Now, I'm willing to buy both your seeds
and you guys can split the money.
Or...
[CHUCKLES]
Or one of you can prove that you have
the real deal and you get it all.
Two million each?
I can live on that.
I'm sure you can. But I didn't come here
for half of anything.
What are you talking about?
Let's take the deal.
Why?
I don't know what you have,
but my product is authentic.
I hired the team that grew it.
You poached a kid that I trained.
Thanks for the head start.
- We're getting into the weeds here.
- I'm on it. Okay, let's not get personal.
Let's not get, uh, personal.
Have some cheese, huh?
If we can't make a deal,
I'm gonna walk out of here right now.
Fine. I'm not splitting.
You're in over your head, Matthew.
All right, yeah.
Yeah, she might have grown this stuff.
But Jeremy came to me
when she tried to put his product on ice.
I convinced...
I convinced him
to steal his seeds from the lab.
The same seeds I took from his safe.
She's got nothing.
- Oh, my God.
- Yeah. What?
FRANCESCA: You killed him?
- You need me to spell it out for you?
I'm not walking away with half now.
I want it all.
- Okay, hands in the air.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Oh. Um, I mean, nobody move.
GOLD: Whoa.
I'm a cop. Just nobody move. See?
Matthew Gold,
you're under arrest for murder.
- Rigsby, hook her up, too.
- For what?
- Industrial espionage, to start with.
RIGSBY: Yeah, I got it.
Ooh. Uh, nope. I'm gonna sit down.
Let me see your hands.
Now. You too.
Boss, is it okay if I sit down?
You are sitting down, Rigsby.
I felt betrayed, you know?
That he'd go behind my back like that.
And for a tobacco company?
Then I figured
they gave him resources I couldn't.
VAN PELT: When they told him
they were putting his project on hold...
...for who knows how long,
you convinced him to steal it back.
I told him with my reputation,
we could offer his strain to the world.
But that was never your intent.
I should be rich by now, you know?
But this whole industry,
the rules change every day.
I knew when he came to me
I could take this stuff.
I knew he'd be at the gym.
I tried to tell myself the gun was there
so he'd give me the keys to the safe.
But I knew.
I'd already gone too far.
I gotta hand it to her.
She played you all.
What are you talking about?
Francesca.
She just confessed.
Once Jeremy's work
went into cold storage...
...she knew he'd sneak
back into the lab to steal his seeds.
That's why she switched them out.
So she could sell them
for herself on the black market.
You mean Francesca
had the Turbo Wolf all along?
Yup.
You killed your protege
for a handful of worthless hemp seeds.
Agent Wade.
I hope this Summer girl's worth it.
It's not like that.
- Really?
CHO: Yeah.
I should've come to you
before going to the DDA's office.
I would have shut you down.
I wouldn't have blamed you.
So you're not mad?
Mad? This is about trust.
I put together a Rapid Response Team...
...I gotta know we're watching each
other's back. You went behind mine.
It'll never happen again.
Heh, that's for sure.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Kimball.
Hey.
Hi.
- You think I was just gonna disappear?
- I wouldn't put it past you.
Well, you saved the wedding.
And this was on the way, so...
MARSHALL: Uh, babe?
SUMMER: Oh, Marshall, come here.
I want you to meet my friend
Agent Cho.
Agent Cho, this is Marshall.
- The fiance.
- It's nice to meet you.
You got any firemen
to say goodbye to or what?
No offense, buddy,
but, uh, we got a thing.
Just give me a minute, would you?
He's a good guy. He really is.
We're heading down to Pismo
for the honeymoon.
CHO: It's nice down there.
- Yeah.
Thank you, Kimball.
I promise I won't bug you anymore.
I'm gonna be good.
Goodbye, Summer. Good luck.
I'd kiss you,
but Marshall gets crazy jealous.
So annoying. I can't find my keys.
- Hmm, did you check your desk?
- Of course l...
[KEYS JINGLE]
- Oh, here they are. Silly me.
- Hmm.
You keep a hammer in your desk.
You only think
you know everything about me.
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