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Morning, captain. Agent Lisbon, Jane, consultant. What do we have here?
Thanks for stepping in. Homicide unit owes you one.
- Jane. You're that psychic fella. - Right.
Me, I don't buy into that ESP crap. No offense.
None taken.
Here we have Ivor Rassmussen. Age 34. Address, River Park.
No sign of the murder weapon. Security was on the scene fast.
We were able to detain everybody who was in the section.
We're holding them in the furniture department.
So, Carnac, what does Ivor say?
He tell you whodunit?
Huh.
Leather pants, musky cologne, phallic jewelry. A ladies' man.
Went after high-end cougars with moderate success.
Casual cocaine user. Plays guitar, not well.
Works in the non-creative end of a creative business. Advertising maybe.
Nothing worth killing anyone over anyway.
So he died for romantic reasons.
Where are those suspects you mentioned?
- The witnesses? - Whatever.
Take it down a notch. Hey, take it down three notches.
Okay. Under control. We'll get this done quick and be on our way.
Hello. We're from the CBI. It may well be that one of you is the murderer.
If that's so, I'm gonna find out who.
These two are innocent. They can go.
Uh, stick around. We're gonna need a statement.
"Neil."
- What's the worst mistake you've made? - First marriage.
Good answer. Why so nervous?
I'm not. I just... I...
You, your name?
- Candice. - Candice. I like that name. Ha.
Oh.
Here. Thank you.
- Hey. - It's okay. I'm a consultant.
Candice, take my advice.
Forgive your mother. Maybe the headaches will stop.
- I love my mother. - Oh, I'm wrong. Ignore my advice.
You, your name?
- Reed. - Excuse me. This is a joke, right?
A joke? A man has been killed here. Is that funny to you? Are you amused?
- No, but... - Then sit.
Reed, quick question. Green Lantern versus Thor. Who wins?
- Thor. - Oh, yeah.
- Why'd you kill Rassmussen? - I didn't.
All right.
Now, Miss Grumpy-and-Entitled, what's your story?
My name is Mandy Schultz.
- And I'll have you know... - Let me guess.
- Your husband is a very important person. - He is, as it happens.
- John's on the Modesto city council. - Ah.
And this is totally unprofessional and disrespectful.
I'll have my husband...
- ... take this up with your superiors. - Mandy, Mandy, Mandy.
The diet pills are messing with your mind.
This is Sacramento. Your husband means nothing here.
- Okay, that's enough. - Give him another moment.
We don't need a moment. Case is all but closed.
Mandy is gonna lead us to the murder weapon.
- What? - Take my hands.
I need physical contact to read your mind.
- You're nuts. - Prove it.
If I'm wrong, if we can't find the murder weapon, then I look like an idiot.
Yes, you will.
- What are you...? - Don't speak.
Voilà. The murder weapon.
This is crazy.
- I had no idea that was there. - How could you direct us to it...
- ... if you didn't put it there? - I didn't.
I don't know. But I didn't kill that man. I... I didn't.
- She has nothing to do with the murder. - What?
I just used her as a decoy...
to lull the real killer into giving me clean directional cues.
Come on, what are you talking about?
Whatever way he didn't want us to go, we went.
- The real killer? - Yeah. You wanna guess who it is?
Come on, Jane.
- Neil. - Hey. Whoa.
Excuse me. No, it wasn't. I... I don't even know that man.
Is that right? I'm guessing he was having an affair with your current wife.
You found out and forgave her. Like a sucker.
He saw you here. Probably smirked and said something very clever.
Made you feel small.
- Grab him. - Humiliated you.
Get him.
Stop. Stop.
Nice work.
- What? Case is closed, isn't it? - Hey! Put it down!
I said, drop it now!
A dead suspect...
a quarter million dollars worth of damages...
formal complaints of misconduct from the SPD and the Modesto city council.
Those damages were way padded.
All due respect, I was trying to close the case.
It was my feeling that Red John should be our priority.
- Given that we have a dozen fresh leads. - Stop. Stop.
That's the nub of the problem right there. Red John.
Ever since the Tanner incident, you've been running way too hot.
- I fear a terminal screwup is coming. - That's not gonna happen.
I can handle him.
Can you? Maybe since he saved your life you're going easy on him.
Maybe you feel compelled to cut him some slack.
No, sir. That is absolutely not the case.
Hey, Sam. Get in here.
- Lisbon. - Bosco.
Bosco and his unit are taking the Red John case.
What? No, no, no.
You've always been too close to the case.
And now both of you are way too close. We need to make a change.
- Can we talk about this? - No.
You've worked for Agent Bosco. You know that he will do the job right.
Let my team finish what they started.
Teresa, no offense, but you guys aren't even close to catching this guy.
A fresh set of eyes gotta be a good idea.
What do you know about the case?
Not much. It's a serial killer, 15 victims, including your wife and child.
I can imagine your pain.
Maybe that pain is clouding your judgment.
Well...
And me, Sam? What's clouding my judgment?
Good question. You tell me.
What happened?
- We're off Red John. - What?
He can't do that. That's not right.
Quiet.
Look, this is my fault. But it's a wake-up call for all of us.
We've grown slack and unprofessional.
We need to earn back the trust we've lost.
From now on, we work 100 percent straight.
No more shortcuts, no more game...
What are you doing?
You're leaving?
Well, frankly, if I can't use this job to seek some kind of personal revenge...
then there's not a whole lot here for me.
Well, I...
I don't make anything better.
I mean, I can't bring dead people back to life. What good do we do?
We drive around California visiting unhappy people.
We're fighting evil and injustice.
- How's that going? Any progress lately? - We put bad guys away...
where they can't hurt people. That's good enough.
Meh. I was doing more good as a psychic. I was giving people hope, at least.
False hope, but hope anyway.
Van Pelt.
You're right. Best you leave.
You can go back to being a full-time fraud...
and we can continue our useless jobs in peace.
That's not what I said. I was talking about myself.
- Twenty Palms. - Let's go. You come too, Van Pelt.
We'll take two vehicles in case we need to split up.
I'll see you when you get there.
Boss, no disrespect, but I think we need Jane.
We'll manage. Maybe we don't close as many cases...
but the ones we do close will be closed right. By professionals.
- Van Pelt, it's not a jet plane. - Okay, okay, okay.
Sorry.
Well, I'm not gonna leave you in the lurch.
I'll do one more case.
Do up your seat belt.
Van Pelt, you come with me.
You guys talk to the first responders, see what they got.
Hey, the apartment's upstairs.
We have a female Caucasian, late 30s. Ran the license down already. It's a fake.
- We're calling her Jane Doe. - Who found the body?
The building manager noticed the door was open overnight.
Last one down on the left.
- Thank you. - Mm-hm.
Mm-hm.
- What's your take? - Hit with a stun gun...
then suffocated with the cushion.
And they were looking for something, obviously.
- Did they find it, Grace? - Um. It's impossible to tell.
Well, it seems they looked everywhere possible, yes?
Yeah.
So we can assume that...
they didn't find it, whatever it is.
How so?
Let's say there's 100 places to look for a thing...
how likely is it that you find it in the 100th place you look?
- Not very likely, right? - What else you got?
No drug paraphernalia, no condoms or other items suggesting prostitution.
So maybe a personal crime. A husband or lover.
Bravo, Grace. Wrong, I expect, but very well reasoned nonetheless.
Thank you, Walter. Appreciate it.
Nothing off the car, we'll have the lab take a look.
Registered to the previous owner, sold it for cash months ago.
So basically we know nothing about her. Nice start.
She's a law-abiding middle-class housewife that did something bad.
Something she feels terribly guilty about.
Guilty enough to make her run away and hide.
Hey, that's evidence. You know the drill.
Nah.
If you put "Bullfrogs win high school basketball trophy"...
into a search engine, we will find Jane Doe's home.
- Can I take a look at that? - Sure.
It's a working truck. Dad must be in construction, something like that.
Bayshore Courier, April 2006.
"Lady Bullfrogs dominate injury-plagued Panthers."
Crosscheck the surnames with other articles from the same newspaper...
in the last year using the word "disappearance."
We can be in Bayshore in a couple hours.
We need a little more than Lady Bullfrogs to go on.
Bayshore Courier of June this year.
Headline is "Police no closer to Dunninger.
Since her disappearance last month...
Bayshore PD Have been unable to locate Monica Dunninger...
the secretary accused of stealing a million dollars...
from her employers, the Jaffe Printing Group."
Okay. Bayshore it is, then.
The killer must have been looking for the million bucks.
If she had a million bucks...
why would she live in a dump like this?
It'd be good to take a drive around the neighborhood...
- ... find an empty house for sale. - Why would that be good?
Oh...
Thinking of moving here.
No secrets, Jane. No lies, no tricks, no surprises. The truth.
- Since when is that the rule? - Since I said so.
- Or else what? - You're off the unit.
That's not leverage. This is my last case, remember?
The only reason I'm still here...
is because I'm worried about how you guys will cope without me.
Oh, really? So we're lost without you, are we?
Well, yeah. Let's be honest here.
- Let's go. - Hey.
Drive, go.
Wait, this...
Whoa.
- What'd you say to them? - Oh, nothing, really.
Total overreaction.
Yeah.
We need to find a house for sale.
Okay.
Ah, there's a sign.
Perfect.
You gonna tell me what that's about?
Uh...
- Wouldn't you rather it be a surprise? - No.
Oh, look, look. Strawberries.
Strawberries.
Hm.
See? How good is that?
Mm. Good.
Cho, Rigs, would you start canvassing the neighbors? Van Pelt, come with me.
Uh, I... I... Lisbon.
I'm sorry for what I said to you before.
Can I please continue working with you?
I thought you were quitting.
- You know I didn't mean that. - So the job is worthwhile, is it?
It's not that. I mean, it's not that at all. It's just...
I, um...
I have nothing else to do.
No jokes. From now on, there have to be boundaries.
- Agreed. - I need to know you can do your work...
and be effective without creating a mess I have to clean up.
No mess. I swear.
On that basis, you can remain with the unit.
Thank you.
Here.
So how did she die?
It was a homicide, but she didn't suffer.
We don't have any suspects yet.
Where was she?
She was living alone in a small apartment in Twenty Palms.
We thought she'd be living it up in Mexico or someplace.
- She was always... - Stop it.
I need to lie down.
Okay, champ, let's roll.
Come on, but just...
I'm making tea. Would you like a cup?
- No, thank you. - Oh, I... I'd love a cup. Thanks.
Let me get you a blanket. I'll be right back.
Ansel had cancer.
He's totally better now, but still weak.
It's in remission?
Gone. A hundred percent. We were blessed.
Even the doctors were amazed.
Thank you. Tell me about your mother.
Sure, I'll tell you.
Stealing all that money and running off? That was just the icing on the cake.
When Ansel got cancer, her way of coping?
Painkillers and a sleazebag lover. That's Mom.
- Did you know her lover's name? - Bodhi Andros.
How we found out?
Ansel goes to meet his mom at her yogarobics class.
He finds her banging the teacher in his office. Can you imagine?
Then what happened?
She did her dance.
She's so ashamed, she's so sorry, she's changed.
Whatever.
And Dad was halfway to forgiving her.
He can't help it. He loves her.
But you don't love her?
She never had time for me, so...
I could always see through her charm, you know?
To the selfish cow beneath.
Kessie.
Don't talk that way. She loved you.
Look, she's dead. Show some respect.
She was a beautiful soul. Full of joy and big dreams.
And reality just kind of beat her down.
But here's the thing. It was only because the theft was in the news...
that the doctors at Cedars of Zion heard about Ansel...
and reached out to help us.
They took him on for free, and they saved his life.
Saved his life when everybody said there was no hope.
So, you know, God works in mysterious ways.
Well, you know, God doesn't necessarily...
Thank you very much for your time.
Yeah, thank you.
Very nice tea. Thank you.
Oh, I almost forgot. Do either of you know a Miles Thorsen?
- No. - No, I don't think so.
Sure?
- Yeah. - Yes.
All right.
Ansel. Hey, Ansel.
You know a Miles Thorsen?
No.
Okay.
Bye.
Thank you.
- Who's Miles Thorsen? - No one in particular.
This is what I'm talking about.
Oh, no, me too. You want no fuss, no mess, right?
I am casting a wide, invisible net.
The killer won't know he's in it until it's too late.
- Miles Thorsen is an invisible net? - Yes, he is.
We got an address on Bodhi Andros.
Cho, Rigsby, go check him out.
Van Pelt, get on the money trail. Somebody's got that million dollars.
Start with the dad and daughter. See if either spends money they shouldn't have.
- They looked clean to me. - Oh, did they? Okay, great.
- Just let them be. - I don't...
I'll check them out.
Let's get back to Sacramento, grumpy.
- What's the hurry? - I have a meeting with Bosco.
Oh. Good luck.
Great class, guys.
Hey, and let's use that focus we found throughout the week, okay? Namaste.
Thank you.
Hi, I'm looking for Bodhi Andros.
Oh, crap.
Yeah, his office is upstairs, to the right.
Thank you.
Remember you said you'd been to juvie?
Yup.
You never said what you got sent there for.
Gang stuff.
You were in a gang? What was the name of the gang?
Avon Park Playboys.
The Avon Park Playboys?
I didn't choose the name.
And what kind of stuff...
did the Playboys do?
- Nothing good. - Like what?
- Nothing you need to know about. - Well, fair enough, your call.
See, I don't think partners should have secrets, but your call.
Like you don't have any secrets.
What's that mean?
You know what I mean. Hey. You in there. Police.
CBI. Very slowly stand up.
I'm unarmed, man. I have no weapon.
Well, that's great.
So come out slowly, hands on your head...
and we won't hurt you, promise.
Okay, I'm coming out now. Don't shoot.
Morning, sir. You Bodhi Andros?
- Yes, I am. - Turn around.
- Hey, sorry I'm late. Bad traffic. - Hey.
- What are you having? - What are you having?
Well, I'll have a bottle of water, thanks.
Dog with kraut, bottle of water.
Thank you.
- Keep it. - Oh, thank you.
Well, I'm not gonna lie. I'm not happy I'm off the Red John case.
You might be right.
A fresh set of eyes may be what's needed.
Now, here's the thing, Sam, if I may.
I know this case.
I can be a very good resource for you...
if we could just come to some kind of understanding.
You want me to keep you up to date on the case.
- Yeah, sure. - Tell you about fresh leads, et cetera.
Yeah, let's just keep an open line of communication.
Mmm.
Good?
My wife has me on a diet.
Mm-hm.
This is like committing adultery here. Ha, ha.
Let me communicate this to you.
You're a party entertainer.
A clown.
Fresh leads?
I wouldn't tell you where the bathroom is if your ass was on fire.
- Do we have a good understanding now? - I understand you.
It may take you some time to understand me.
You're filled with equal parts self-loathing and self-love.
You're addicted to control. You're terrified of confinement.
Who's my favorite Beatle? Huh?
Your wife wanted you to quit the psychic trade.
She begged you to. But you were making too much money.
You were having too much fun. You can still hear her pleading with you.
- How am I doing? - You read the interviews in my case file.
You can read. Very impressive.
Look, Patrick, I'm sorry to be so blunt with you.
Really?
You're not a detective, you're a victim.
You never said. How was your meet with Bosco?
- What? I can't hear you. - I said, how did it go with Bosco?
I can't...
How did it go with Bosco?
Oh. Uh...
Good. It was very good. We had a frank exchange of views.
So he's gonna keep us in the loop?
- No. - No?
Wouldn't direct me to the bathroom if my ass was on fire.
- Think that's funny? - Yeah.
- So that's Mrs. Jaffe over there. - Thank you.
Sure.
What are you gonna do?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
If you sit down by the riverbank and wait long enough...
you will see the bodies of your enemies float by.
Shall we?
Agent Lisbon, is it?
- I'm Rhonda Jaffe, chairwoman. - This is my colleague Mr. Jane.
- Hello. - Hi.
- Thank you for taking time to talk to us. - Oh, not at all.
And you wanted to meet my finance director, Greg Humphrey?
- Yes, ma'am. - All right. Well, let's speak in my office.
- Did you know Monica Dunninger? - Oh, yeah. I know everyone on staff.
So sad. The whole thing is just so sad. The poor woman.
I mean, she's more troubled than conniving, I'm sure.
And, you know, it's not the money, it's more the loss of trust.
This is very, very much a family firm...
and my father always used to say Jaffe Printing is about values...
not about machinery.
- Do you know Miles Thorsen? - Miles Thorsen? No.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
- Seriously, stop it. - Relax.
- I saved her life. She resents me. - Oh, really?
Jill?
Jill, where has Greg Humphrey gone to? He's supposed to be in here.
Hello?
Hey. Humble apologies.
Small crisis on the inventory desk. Solved.
- Greg Humphrey. It's good to meet you. - Patrick Jane.
We're investigating the murder of Monica Dunninger.
Yes. Terrible. Horrible.
You were her direct supervisor, right?
Know what you're gonna say, and yes...
yes, it was my fault that she stole from us. Mea culpa.
I should have known.
Greg is like family, practically. We all make mistakes.
We live, we learn, we move on.
Can you explain to us how she did it? In layman's terms?
Been there, done that...
with the top men from the FBI Financial Unit.
- Do we really need to go over it again? - Yes.
No problem.
Thank you.
What exactly was her position here?
Assistant office manager.
She kept the petty-cash accounts.
Coffee and doughnut monitor, essentially.
This was her office.
How did she manage to steal so much money?
When the accounting and finance systems were integrated...
nobody thought to firewall the petty-cash accounts.
Monica acquired user access to the transactional sites...
and created a false vendor.
I didn't think she had the brains, to be honest.
We don't know exactly how she did it because she fried her hard drive...
and she took her accounts book with her.
Are we about to look at a whole bunch of numbers?
Probably.
- All right, I'll wait in the car. - Go.
Do you know a man named Miles Thorsen?
- No. - You sure? Think about it.
- I'm sure. Who is he? - Never mind.
Please continue.
Would you excuse me?
Boss, I think I found something.
The victim's daughter, Kessie Dunninger? She handles the family money, pays bills.
Five months ago she stopped paying rent by standing order, switched to cash.
Same thing with the utility bills. Paid in cash.
Nice work. If she doesn't have a good answer, bring her in.
Will do, boss. Yes!
Why did you hide from us, Bodhi?
Fear, man. Fear.
I've been frightened for my life ever since I heard.
- Why? - Who killed her?
Either it was her husband finally snapped...
which puts me next, or it's whoever she went into business with.
- Maybe they think I know too much. - She was in business with someone?
Before she disappeared, she came by to see me.
Told me she made a business deal that would make everything all right.
A business deal?
- Were those the words she used? - Yup.
She was starting a new day in her life and wanted to make amends...
and apologize for being such a pain in the butt, which she was.
- How so? - She was way too deep into her family...
- ... into her kids and all that crap. - Mm-hm.
Loved those kids.
Why do I wanna talk to her about her sick boy?
- Like I can help? - You're not a doctor.
Exactly.
When we were caught by that kid...
she just went to pieces, you know?
And I'm like, "Don't get so down on yourself."
You gotta love you even if you're a total screwup, right?
The greatest love of all.
Whitney was right, as usual.
Right.
- You know a man named Miles Thorsen? - No, who's he?
I don't know.
There you go.
Is that enough sugar?
Yes, thank you.
So, Kessie, tell me about the money.
About a month after she ran off, Mom called me.
Said she wanted to help us out, wanted to know how Ansel was doing.
She loves us so much. Blah, blah, blah.
I told her to go to hell and I hung up.
Two days later, I got a letter with $5000 in cash inside.
Any message?
"With love, Mom." That was it.
What was I supposed to do, give it to the police?
Actually, yes.
Well, I didn't. We really needed the money.
Did you ever tell your dad about the money?
No.
- How often did she send you money? - Five thousand dollars every month.
Did you ever write back to her?
- No. - You must've known...
- I like her for this. - How so?
She despises Mom.
Mom's got a million stolen dollars, gets in contact secretly.
Do the math.
- Maybe. - No? What's your take?
I'd be guessing. It could be anybody.
Not anybody. You didn't do it. I didn't do it.
You're distracted.
You're thinking about Bosco and Red John.
Focus on the job at hand.
You're glad Bosco has the Red John case, aren't you?
Bosco is a good agent. He's as good as they come.
It might not be bad that we're off the case.
- We got too close. - That what your shrink tells you?
- Everybody tells me that. - But your shrink did tell you that?
Maybe you're right. Maybe that's the truth.
Maybe we did get too close. I'm not sure.
- I'll think about it. - Liar. Look, I've got a deposition.
See that box over there? It's got Monica Dunninger's possessions.
- Go through it, see what you can see. - Yes, ma'am.
Who wants to come with me out to Twenty Palms to catch the killer?
Did Lisbon okay this?
Of course.
- What is this place? - Guess.
- It's Miles Thorsen's house. - Exactly.
Who's Miles Thorsen?
Oh, uh...
I have no idea.
All right, fine, don't tell me.
- Isn't that your number? - Yeah.
That's in case the killer gets here before us. That way he'll call us.
What's that over there?
- Hey, we have no warrant. - Don't you hear someone yelling?
- No. - I heard something.
There's no yelling.
I have perfect hearing. I could swear I heard someone.
Okay, so, what are we doing here?
Everybody involved is wondering who Miles Thorsen is, huh?
The killer will be doubly curious, triply even.
Maybe Miles Thorsen has what the killer is looking for...
what he didn't find. When they look him up...
they'll learn a Miles Thorsen lives around the corner from Monica.
This is the stuff the boss was talking about.
She didn't okay this at all, did she?
So shoot me.
"The Fax Machine Revolution:
The Little Box That's Changing Our World."
Why would Monica Dunninger read this?
- You, Cho, shouldn't enable this crap. - What's the problem?
Burglary, trespassing, willful damage to property?
- Well, the door was open. - No, it wasn't.
Aha! Of course.
What?
Rigsby, you're right. You shouldn't be here.
- Go find the nearest library. - Why?
Your punishment for being a wuss is I'm not gonna tell you.
- Oh, come on. - Nope, I'm not gonna tell you.
Fine. Fine. Whatever.
Call when you're there.
Ho, ho!
So, what's the gag?
- Oh, there's no gag. I solved the case. - I thought you already did.
I thought that's why we're waiting here.
Nope, this is...
Well, thi... This is more of a fishing expedition.
You know, maybe we get a bite, maybe we don't.
That's the fun of it.
We just sit back, relax, dangle our feet in the water.
This guy predicted that by the year 2000...
every American household will have a fax machine.
Can you believe that?
I had a fax machine.
- You? - Yeah.
Wow.
- Nostradamus of office equipment. - See, this is why I don't like fishing.
- We're not gonna catch anything. - We have very tasty bait.
I'm very confident.
Did you consider that the killer found the money?
I don't think it was money they were looking for. I don't think Monica had it.
What did she have? Who has the money?
Great bones.
Original mid-century detail.
Great new copper piping that...
Hello. Did you have a fax machine in 2000?
Um, hi?
No cause for alarm, sir.
We're law-enforcement officers, CBI.
"Kimball Cho". Okay.
What are you doing here, Kimball? Is there a problem?
It's an ongoing investigation, sir. We can't give out any details.
Grisly homicide, though.
Why don't we take a look at that duplex on Royston, shall we?
That's a good call.
- Damn it. - Relax.
He got my name.
Well, you spoke the truth. We are an ongoing investigation.
We're supposed to be working 100 percent straight.
This is not that.
- Oh. I'm sorry. Wrong address. - Whoa, whoa, Rhonda.
Come back.
I'm here out of curiosity, that's all.
Well, of course.
I've got nothing else to say without my lawyer.
You don't need to say anything. I knew it was you from the start.
Thanks for sharing.
Well, when I say I knew it was her, I mean I guessed.
I subconsciously thought it was her...
when I saw a photo of her holding a large check...
outside Cedars of Zion.
It was you that stole the million dollars from your own company.
Why would I do that?
Degenerate gambling would be my guess...
but whatever your problem is, when threatened with exposure...
you made a deal with poor Monica.
If she'd take the blame and disappear...
you'd get Ansel into the best cancer program in California...
and pay her a monthly wage to stay gone.
That's absurd.
But then Ansel got cured...
and there was no way Monica was gonna stay gone, not much longer.
And you had to silence her.
That's pure fiction. You have no proof at all.
Oh, oh. We have proof. Wait.
Where is it? Here it is. Yup.
This is gonna be good.
Yup, I'm here.
I know, I know.
The Fax Machine Revolution is a library book...
and Monica Dunninger swapped it.
Hold on. I'm checking now.
Got it. Wait up.
Looks like an accounts book.
There's a DVD in it.
This is just to say...
that in case something happens to me...
that I swear on the Bible...
that everything in the account book is the truth.
I know that I've pretty much lost your love and respect for good.
But I hope that this deal that I've made...
will help Ansel get better...
and will make up for some of the hurt that I've caused.
I love you all so much...
especially you, Kessie...
even though you think I don't.
I'm just so sorry for this mess that I've made.
Please forgive me.
Goodbye.
The book spells out the deal.
Monica took the fall for her boss...
so that Ansel would have the best possible treatment.
Nice work.
Oh, hi, Sam Bosco here, the CBI Major Crimes Program.
Question.
How do I go about changing my in-house access passcode?
I got strong reason to believe it's been compromised.
Yeah, great.
Sure, sure, I can hold.