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So we got Kirby Hines, 29-year-old.
Local boy, welder. That's all we got.
Local PD stomped all over the scene. Don't think forensics will be any use.
It's like they don't even watch TV. Every toddler knows this stuff.
- Hey, Lisbon, how you doing? - Hey, Pat, long time.
- What's the deal? - Uh, TOD looks to be yesterday afternoon...
give or take. Standard blunt-force trauma to the back of the head.
Maybe one strike followed by a couple of real widowmakers.
- Length of wood, I'm guessing. - What's that on his face? Is that glitter?
Ha. Yup. Riding that disco farm boy tip.
His family's here. Gonna get ugly, I expect.
What the hell's going on? I'll see you later.
Rigs, Van Pelt, work the body. Cho.
- Hey. - Hey.
Look at that. Interesting.
I feel like Jane knows about us.
No, he doesn't.
- How would he know? - I know. We've been cool. It's just...
- It feels like he knows. - You're being paranoid.
Just because I'm being paranoid doesn't mean Jane doesn't know.
- Don't tell me you didn't kill him. - Poor boy lying there.
He was fool enough to marry your daughter.
- You're going down. You're dead! - Bring it! Here I stand.
- That's enough. That's enough. - Step out of my road, girly.
- Here I am, Dooley. - Back off, man.
We're grieving, you clown! Why don't you back up?
- Yeah? You make me, pissant. - Sir.
Aah! How's that feel?
- Nicely done. - You're under arrest. Let's go.
All right, all right, all right.
Sir, let me get this straight, the victim's wife is Donna Hines...
and it was her brother, Rod Gerber, that told you to step back, is that right?
My name is Theodore Luscom. I am a citizen of free California.
The so-called federal and state authorities you work for...
are not legitimate.
Therefore, I do not recognize your right to arrest or question me.
- Oh, please. - You don't know it...
but you people are just tools of the United Nations.
Oh, yeah, we know it. They told us last June, laid it all out.
- Say what? - It was a change of policy.
Had a big secretive meeting, told us who we're working for.
That, my friend, was an eye opener. I'll tell you, wow.
- Are you mocking me? - I'm serious.
- They told us the whole grand plan... - Hush.
Ignore him, Mr. Luscom.
Good stuff.
Just ignore me.
- Lisbon. - Bosco. What's up?
You're not gonna like what I'm about to do, deal with it.
What? Hey, Bosco.
Hi, Jane. You're under arrest.
What the hell?
What are you doing, Bosco?
Book him up.
It's a microphone transmitter...
located during an electronic sweep of our offices.
That's the dedicated receiver to the unit...
- ... which I found in Jane's desk. - Is this true, Jane?
You were spying on Bosco and his team?
Spying is such an ugly word. More just keeping...
- ... a friendly eye on things. - Did you know about this?
- I would have never allowed this. - She would never.
You understand this is a serious offense?
Oh, come on.
Eavesdropping is a felony under Section 632 of the penal code...
punishable by up to one year in prison.
How could you be so stupid?
He has the Red John case. He won't keep me informed.
So I have to keep myself informed. I was low-key about it.
I could have turned one of his agents, or used blackmail or bribery. I didn't.
Well, thanks for your restraint. We can resolve this easily.
- It's your choice. - How's that?
If Jane resigns immediately...
and agrees to never return to the CBI...
I will ask the AG not to file charges.
- Boss. - Agent Bosco has the right of it.
Nothing I can do. Nothing I want to do frankly.
He crossed a line.
What's it gonna be, Jane?
Charge me. I'll see you in court.
I'm not gonna leave the CBI just because you tell me to.
If I charge you, you'll go to jail. Now, today.
And you can't apply for bail till Tuesday.
- So that's three days and nights in jail. - A new experience. I welcome it.
But don't be stupid, this is serious.
Come on, Sam. You really wanna do this?
I just did. Malloy.
He's ready to go.
Open 2.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Pete. See any vermin out in the corridor there?
- Vermin? - Mice.
No.
- See? Told you. You're paranoid, man. - I know what I saw.
I know what I saw.
The arresting officer advises protective custody.
Are you a cop or a child rapist?
Neither.
What do you need protective custody for then?
Um, I guess I don't need it.
Your funeral.
Look at what we got.
Here we go now.
Slow your roll. Where you going?
- They're just playing with you. - Over here, handsome.
Stop. Open up number 8.
Uh, hi. Nice to meet you.
What you in for?
Oh, me? Eavesdropping on a state agent.
Hmm. You?
They say I raped and murdered a guy, stabbed him to death.
Oh.
- But it's not true. - Well, that's good.
We had consensual sex, then I stabbed him to death.
- Okay. - You get the top bunk.
I like the top bunk.
I know, it's sad and it's stupid. Jane was bound to self-destruct.
- We all knew that. - But, boss...
Let's get back to the case, shall we?
- That the book we found on the victim? - Yeah.
Kirby wouldn't win any penmanship awards.
- It's mostly illegible. - Lots of numbers. Times, maybe?
Map coordinates? Bible citations?
There's a few names I can make out. Jay, Martin.
And then on this page...
- "Vultures"? - Somebody preying on him?
- Waiting for him to die? - Preying on him for what?
- He wasn't a rich man. - Cho, get to work on Ted Luscom.
Van Pelt and I are gonna go talk to Kirby's family.
- Rigsby, get on the Hines'. - Okay, you got it.
So, Ted, tell us about your beef with Kirby Hines and the Gerbers.
- I get to call you by your first name too? - If you like. I'm Kimball.
Well, ain't you smooth and easygoing?
That ten acres where Kirby died, that was my grandfather's land.
Twenty years back, my father's brother Roy...
stole it from us rightful progeny...
and fraudulently sold it to the Gerbers. Who knew.
The Gerbers knew he stole it.
How much is ten acres of land worth around there?
Oh, hell, man, it ain't the land. It's what's under it. Oil sands.
Used to be worthless. Cost too much to pump out.
But with the price of oil sky high, oil sands are worth working.
We're talking 50, 60 million dollars to the landowners.
So you took the Gerbers to court.
Yeah. Last year.
- And what do you think happened? - You got nothing.
Zero.
I knew I shouldn't have wasted my time...
but the deceit and dishonesty just made me mad.
Where were you yesterday, Ted?
Well, I was several places, Kimball.
- We're gonna need a list. - We?
I only see one of you.
I and the state machinery of oppression's gonna need a list.
Well, I will think it over.
Some people just don't have that facility.
I'm sure your father loved you in his way. He just didn't have the tools...
to express that love.
You know what, man? I really appreciate you listening to me, man.
Please, Boo. What are cellmates for?
- So listen. - Listening.
About the, uh, unfortunate situation with Jane...
I want you to know that my beef is only with him.
I got no problem with you or your people.
It was a big mistake bringing in a wack job like him...
but that's in the past now.
You and me...
You and me always had a good working relationship...
and I hope that can continue.
Okay.
I listened.
So we're cool?
You did what you thought was right.
I need to think about it before I know whether we're cool.
Okay.
Okay, fair enough.
Good night, Jane.
Night, Boo.
And don't worry about tomorrow morning.
Why would I need to worry about tomorrow morning?
There's some scary people here. They all know you're a cop.
How do they know that? I'm not. I'm not really a cop.
Oh, well then, you'll be fine.
Besides, man, they got real excellent medical facilities here.
- Grace, you coming? - Sorry.
- Something wrong? - No.
I was... I was thinking about Jane. I hope he's all right.
He'll be fine. Maybe he'll learn something.
Hi. Are you Gail? Donna Hines' daughter?
Yes.
- Is your mom here? - Yes.
Are you from the police?
Yes, we are. Can you take us to your mom?
Are you gonna bring my daddy home?
No, sweetie, I'm sorry. We can't do that.
Shh.
Good morning, everybody.
Morning, pig.
Thank you for raising that issue. Let me address that.
You believe me to be a policeman of some kind. That is not true.
I am not a policeman, nor have I ever been one.
I do work with the police. I use my skills to catch murderers.
Though, rarely do I deal with professionals...
- ... such as yourselves. - What skills?
Hmm. People skills.
Show me your skills, little brother.
You? You...
are the shot-caller in here.
You come from the Bay Area. You sniff some kind of glue...
or solvent to get high.
You wish you could quit because it makes you look weak...
- ... in front of your peers. - Is that right?
Yes. But you needn't worry. The way you are when you get high...
makes everybody even more scared of you. Right?
- Hell, yeah. - Yeah.
I don't think I like you much.
If you stop seeing the world in terms of what you like and dislike...
and saw things for what they truly are in themselves...
you would find a great deal more peace.
I can help you with that, if you want.
- I... - Think about it.
Where's the phone in here? I need to make a call.
- Over there. - Thanks.
- This is nice, thank you. - Did you make these?
- We both did. - We're keeping ourselves busy.
Delicious.
Your show's in the VCR, baby, if you want to watch it a while?
Okay.
We're sorry for your loss, Donna.
It's hard. It's hard.
- Just when things were getting better. - Things were going badly?
Um, you know, marriage stuff.
Me and Kirby have been together since junior high.
- People change when they grow up. - How so?
Um, we kind of drifted, I guess. My family, the Gerbers...
we're very close.
It can be too much, what with us living here together and all.
Kirby got to feeling kind of squashed up against them.
He was a lone-wolf type.
Liked to be in the woods on his own, you know?
Was there anyone he had a problem with...
or who had a problem with him?
No. No. Just me.
And like I say, we'd been doing better recently.
He was being more honest with me, opening up about his feelings.
- You know how men can be. - Yes, we do.
- Money problems? - No, ma'am.
Kirby was a skilled welder.
Always a good provider, and proud of it.
And then you had the oil money coming in.
- Yes, ma'am. - How much do you stand to gain?
They say each of us younger cousins...
will get around $80,000 a year.
I have to point this out to you, Donna. That gives you strong motive here.
Now, Kirby was entitled to half your money.
If your marriage was in trouble...
that'd make you pretty unhappy, wouldn't it?
Our marriage wasn't in trouble.
The coroner tells us there were many unhealed bruises...
and contusions on his body.
Which suggests three weeks before his death...
- ... Kirby was pretty badly beaten up. - I don't know anything about that.
Next time you feel the urge to get high...
maybe you'll see your mother's smiling face...
maybe you already feel warm, safe and happy.
Maybe you'll realize that high feeling you get from drugs is an illusion.
Nothing more than chemicals...
moving around in your brain.
Inmate Jane to the visiting room.
More later. You are doing great.
That's the case paperwork so far.
That's a copy of the victim's notebook. And those are some Sudoku puzzles.
- You still like Luscom for it? - Yeah, he's got attitude and motive.
The coroner says Kirby was beat up a month ago.
At which time Luscom was in custody on a DUI and resisting-arrest beef.
- Could have been Luscom's friends. - Only Hines never reported a beating.
His wife denies any knowledge of it.
Think Kirby and his wife could have kept quiet because it was a family matter?
Yeah, Lisbon's with the father-in-law now.
Kirby took a beating? Last month? I don't recall that.
The way Donna reacted when I asked, it seemed to be a family matter.
Maybe you or your son Roddy...
got involved in Donna's marital problems?
No. No, ma'am. That's way off.
- Hey, babycakes. - Hi.
- You okay? You sick or something? - Do I look sick?
Not like you walking around in sweats, no makeup, your hair all up.
Well, excuse me. My stepdaughter's husband just died.
- I'm grieving. - That's cool, that's cool.
- Who's your friend? - This is Agent Lisbon...
from CBI, come about poor Kirby. My wife, Sandrine.
- I need to go to the mall. - What's your theory, Sandrine?
- Who killed Kirby? - Well, I don't know.
Do I have to have an answer? I thought that you guys' job.
Worth asking.
I'll be honest, I'm sorry Kirby's dead...
but not sorry my daughter isn't married to a loser anymore.
In what way was he a loser?
He was a buzz-kill.
Gerber family's moving on up, and Kirby didn't like that. He liked being poor.
No vision. Donna deserves more than that.
- Right, Sand? Heh, heh. - Mm-hm. She's a treasure.
- Agent Bosco. A word? - Sure.
I know you're busy, I won't take up your time shooting the breeze.
- That's what you're doing. - We wanna talk about Jane.
Look, we know Jane crossed the line.
You help us out here, we'll be extremely grateful.
We'll owe you, big time.
Oh, okay. I see.
So let's say I reach out for you to do some stuff.
What kind of stuff?
Well, the kind of stuff that needs to get done sometimes.
To take the bad guys down, keep the good guys walking around.
Nothing illegal. Maybe a little rule-bending on the down-low.
That's no problem.
See, that's my exact point. There is a problem.
There's no rule-bending in the CBI. You two guys are good agents...
- ... but Jane has corrupted you. - No, he hasn't.
So you were ready to bend the rules before he got here?
- Thanks for your time. - Nice talking to you.
"Vultures." Vultures. What's that mean?
Who are Jay and Martin?
You know, vultures pee on their legs to cool themselves.
That right?
Yes, of course.
- What does "vultures" mean? - Vultures are birds.
- No kidding. - Hines was a bird watcher.
That's why he had binoculars.
He saw jays and martins and vultures.
- Got it. Good. So that's a dead end. - On the contrary, it's a breakthrough.
I need to speak with Roddy, gotta ask him some questions.
Tell me, I'll tell Rigsby what to ask.
Where is the fun in that? Can't you bring Gerber here?
- No. - Okay, no problem. I'll sort it out.
I'll call you back.
Wait, you...
- Hey, Jaily. - Listen, I want to give you a heads-up.
I have a strong feeling Roddy Gerber's gonna be hostile and aggressive.
So you should probably be very careful with him.
Don't worry. I think I can handle Roddy Gerber.
I'm just warning you. Apparently he's a tough guy.
I'd like to see him try something.
- We'll see how tough he is. - Whatever.
- Roddy Gerber? - Yeah, who wants to know?
Agent Rigsby, CBI. I'm on my way to your location.
I have a couple of questions I wanted to ask you first. Discreetly.
Yeah?
I've heard from a couple of reliable sources...
that you and Kirby Hines were having an affair.
- Some kind of sexual relationship. - That's a damn lie.
Are you sure, Roddy? Lying to a CBI agent is a very serious offense.
I was in the Marine Corps.
Oh really? Well, that says it all. I'm ex-Army.
Marine Corps suck eggs. But hey, no point in arguing over the phone.
We'll sort this out when I get to your location. Semper fi, sissy britches.
Roddy Gerber? Agent Rigsby, CBI.
Roddy. Hey. Thank you so much for coming.
So, Roddy, tell me about the vultures.
- Don't know what you're talking about. - Sure you do.
I don't like your tone.
Man, we talking, playing? Come on.
Kirby found turkey vultures nesting on your land, didn't he?
No, he didn't.
Turkey vultures are dying out because of a loss of habitat.
They're a protected species.
- Is that right? - Yeah, it is.
Seriously now, you're disrespecting the game.
- Thank you. - One moment.
They're protected, which means if they're nesting on your land...
you can't drill for the oil and you don't get rich.
- That right? - Yes, it is.
When Kirby tells you about the nest...
you have him show you where the nest is...
- ... so that you can destroy it. - No.
Kirby doesn't wanna tell, so you beat him up until he does.
Then you go and shoot the vultures and destroy the nest.
No.
Bad luck to kill large birds.
Unless you eat them.
- You didn't eat them, did you? - Hell, no.
- Ha! But you admit you shot them though. - They're vultures, man!
Think I'm gonna give up a million bucks...
over a couple ugly bastards who eat dead people?
- No freaking way. - So you shot them.
Yeah, I did.
Anybody would.
- Can't disagree. - And Kirby?
No. Not me.
I kicked his ass, yeah, but I didn't kill him.
No need. What the hell's he gonna do to me?
Do you swear on your mother's grave you didn't kill Kirby?
I swear on my mom's grave I didn't kill Kirby.
Interesting.
No, I think it's you who should take lead. It's a female thing.
No, it's not. She's female, that's all. He's not. You should take lead.
Why me?
You're always being, you know, too direct. She won't be offended.
- Who won't be offended? - Nothing.
Well...
Uh, we were thinking...
Thinking's good. About?
Well, we went to Bosco and asked him to give Jane a break, but he wouldn't.
We were thinking that if you asked Bosco to let Jane go...
as a personal favor to you, between friends, he'd do it.
- Why would you say that? - Well, you know.
- It's obvious. - He has a thing for you. Sexual.
We're not saying you had an affair or anything...
He likes you a lot, it seems. The way he looks at you sometimes.
You're mistaken. Bosco has no particular liking for me.
And even if he did, I wouldn't use it as leverage for Jane.
- Why not? - Because the law is the law.
Jane broke the law and now he's gotta pay the consequences.
Oh. Hi, Jane.
I need you to come visit me.
Why? We're busy.
Please, Lisbon, it's really important. I need to see you.
Also a blueberry muffin.
- Looks like cranberry. - They didn't have any blueberry.
What's up?
- Roddy Gerber's innocent. - That's it?
Pretty much.
Well, no.
Roddy beat up Kirby so he'd tell him where the, uh, vultures were nesting...
so Roddy could kill them. But he says he didn't kill Kirby.
And I believe him. He swore on his mother's grave.
That's interesting. You could have told me on the phone.
I needed a visitor. So I could get into the visitors' room.
How I wish I had my gun.
Hey, crime fighting's hard. Suck it up.
Look. There's why we're here.
- Dooley Gerber? - I need to ask him a question.
- What question? - Any question, doesn't matter.
Can you keep the guard off me? Could you? Please?
- Hey. - It's okay.
Dooley.
The truth is you killed your son-in-law, isn't that true?
And who are you now?
That's a very good answer. Thank you.
So? What did you learn?
That was the control question. The next question I ask him is the critical one.
I don't need my gun. I can just hit you with my chair.
I think you'll find it's bolted to the floor.
Do you understand what's happening?
You could get a prison sentence.
I understand you're keeping me in jail in the hopes that you'll teach me a lesson.
But it's not gonna work.
I am not keeping you in jail. The law is keeping you in jail.
The law as played by Sam Bosco.
And you can make Sam Bosco do anything, whenever you like.
Right, because he's so in love with me, I can make him do whatever.
- Yes. - No.
I was only saying that because that's what Rigsby and the guys were saying.
It's total nonsense.
Sam Bosco is a happily married man.
He hasn't the faintest interest in me that way.
I have no influence over him whatsoever.
The guys notice it too. I'm impressed.
He's very recessive in his passions.
Hard to spot that he'd kill and die for you.
Trust me, you are way off.
Interesting puzzle you present.
Lies and truth all mixed together.
Look, I hope we can get you out of this mess.
But it's also true that I do hope that you learn a lesson from this.
There are real boundaries in life. These are real prison walls.
Only in your mind, Lisbon.
Only in your mind.
Hey, help. Help! Hey, deputy.
Hey, man, we got a man down, man, he ain't moving. Deputy.
Hey, I got a man down. We need help, man.
Aw, crap.
We have an inmate down, level 9, number 8 out like a light.
- Did you do this? - No. I didn't touch him.
He just ain't moving, man.
- What's up with him? - Damned if I know.
He was like this when I got there.
Okay, leave him here. I'll call the medic.
You guys go get back on post.
Got a customer for you.
No.
Okay.
What are you saying?
My hand.
Hand?
Steve, come quick.
We got a problem, Steve. I need help. I need help.
Hey. Hey. No, no, no. Hey, someone. Someone.
Help. Help! Help!
Someone.
After you.
Hey. Hey. Help! Somebody! Hey!
Lisbon, I had a horrible dream.
I dreamt Jane escaped the County Jail.
I dreamt the sheriff, the AG and the district super all called to yell at me.
Now, you're going to wake me up, yes?
I'm sorry, sir. I have no excuse for him.
- He is beyond out of line. - He's blown it, all right.
We have an APB out...
but maybe you can contact him and persuade him to come in quietly.
Nobody wants him to get hurt.
Contact him how? Persuade him how?
- You two are close. He'll listen to you. - That's very funny.
- Why is that funny? - It just is.
Hi, Sam. It's me.
Where are you?
Dooley Gerber's house.
If you send the sheriff over, I'll have Kirby's killer in 10 minutes or so.
Jane, you damn fool.
Thank you.
What the hell are you talking about? You said you had Kirby's killer.
Not yet. But I like to be an optimist.
You wouldn't have the makings of a cup of tea, would you?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Mm.
So listen, uh, Roddy told me about the vultures and what he did to Kirby.
How did you cope with that, Donna?
Your husband being beaten by your brother.
How did you feel about that?
- Angry. - With who?
Myself. My family.
Kirby was a good man. I let him down.
- Hon... - No, no, Daddy, it's true.
I let the money blind me. We all did.
- Excuse me, I got stuff to do. - Oh, please don't go, Sandrine.
I was gonna say how funny it is when you have a family fight.
It can clarify a situation.
- You think that happened at all? - I wish.
Maybe Kirby found clarity.
Maybe Kirby realized how, uh, important it was for him to be truthful.
When we found poor Kirby, he had some flecks of glitter on his face.
When I saw you, Dooley, at the prison, you had some glitter on your face too.
Which means you and Kirby were in close contact to the same woman.
A woman who likes to wear glitter. That would be you, Sandrine.
- You're stupid. - Often.
But I now also see that neither Dooley nor Donna had any notion...
of this connection between you and he.
Which means Kirby was very considerate.
Considerate enough to warn you before he came clean about your affair.
Oh, baby, I swear on my life, there was no affair.
Sure there was.
You were bored and frustrated. He was available.
No, no, no.
Kirby soon found out what kind of woman you are, and he broke it off, yes?
He wanted to get out of Sutter Valley. Start a new life with his wife...
the woman that he actually did love.
But first he felt compelled to have to tell everybody the truth. The fool.
He was going to ruin your life over what?
Some birds? For a beating that he possibly deserved?
Why would he do that? You begged him not to tell.
You begged him and he just wouldn't listen.
This is all a lie. That never happened.
Then you had to kill him right there and then.
No. No. It's a lie. It's a lie.
I'm sorry, Sandrine.
But we have conclusive forensic evidence from our boys at the crime lab.
The glitter on Kirby's face? Covered in your DNA. Covered.
And DNA doesn't lie.
I don't know where that came from because it wasn't me.
Police are on their way. I would be honest with your family.
You may not see them for a while.
Sandrine. Sandrine, Sandrine.
- Listen... - Tell me that it isn't true. Just tell me.
He made me do it.
- He made you do it? - He didn't give me a choice.
- She'll have her punishment. - Not enough.
Patrick Jane. We know you're in there. Come out with your hands up.
Uh, yes, it's me they're after, not you.
And there is no DNA evidence either.
That scientific forensics, it's all very overrated.
Thank you for the tea.
- But you... - No take-backs.
- But you just... - Uh-uh.
Mr. Jane, come out now.
We know you're in there.
I'm coming out. Don't shoot.
Bye.
Thank you.
Whoa.
So...
So.
Jane got a confession from Sandrine Gerber.
Case closed.
Yeah, the AG likely won't make it stick.
What with, uh, his key witness being in jail himself.
In for a good, long spell, once you add in the escape charges.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I thought this would teach Jane a lesson.
I thought he'd back down or apologize.
But he didn't and now it's gone too far.
You gotta let him go.
If you drop the charges, the AG won't chase it.
What if I don't want to do that?
Don't make me go there, Sam.
What are you saying exactly?
You know what I'm saying.
I'll talk about what happened eight years ago.
You'd go there?
Really?
- I don't believe you. - Believe me. Here I am.
You would ruin our lives, our careers over Jane?
Does he mean that much to you?
He closes cases.
He closes cases?
Is that all it is?
I'm telling you, if you don't let Jane go, I'll talk. That's all.
What are you going to do?
Yeah, okay, you did good.
There's two things puzzling me.
How'd you get out of jail, how'd you get a change of clothes?
Ah, well, I'm glad you asked that question. It was very... Hey, Lisbon.
- Hey. So they let you out then. - Simple... Yes.
Uh, they did. Thank you very much.
Nothing to do with me.
So modest.
Ah, right, Bosco's so in love with me he'll do whatever I say.
Yes. Yeah, it's a little far-fetched.
He does love you, how could he not?
But he's not the type to bend his principles over love.
So I figure it's something more concrete.
You must have something on him.
- You think? - Yes.
Something he did wrong.
Something very bad that you know about.
Now, he's not the type to steal or do drugs.
So my guess, he hurt someone.
He killed them.
Killed a bad guy that he couldn't catch any other way?
- No. - Yes.
And you helped him do it.
No. You found out after the fact and you let him off the hook...
because the bad guy deserved it.
No.
I'm touched.
That you would risk your career over me. That means a lot to me.
If you're right, and I'm not saying you are...
it'd mean I broke the trust of someone I respect and admire for your sake.
If it's true, I would hope in the future...
you'd be a little bit more mature and responsible in your behavior.
I'm grateful and all that, but let's not go crazy here.
I should have let you rot in jail.