Previously on "The Mentalist."
Agent Lisbon, Tommy Volker.
I've got somebody here who says Cassie Flood
was murdered by Tommy Volker.
Show Volker this sketch and watch his face.
Do you recognize this man?
Agent, I know you're under a lot of pressure right now.
'So I don't want you to worry'
that you've offended me in any way.
You don't know what he's like.
Amanda, I promise nothing is gonna happen to you
as long as you do the right thing.
[grunting]
[gasping]
[Tommy] 'She left a suicide note, you know..'
...laying blame at your feet.
You will not get away with this. I promise.
What did you want to see me about?
A warrant for Thomas Volker's personal and business records.
I've already ruled on that.
But we've got fresh evidence.
We believe that Thomas Volker was involved
in killing this reporter, Cassie Flood.
She was investigating Volker industries' involvement
in the massacre of a South American village.
Right, I remember.
I convinced his assistant, Amanda Shaw
'to testify against him, and he killed her for it.'
Made it look like a suicide.
Okay, saying it does not make it so.
Yes, but I ordered a second autopsy
by a forensic pathologist who specializes in suicide.
The ligature marks on Amanda's neck
are not consistent with suicide by hanging.
She was murdered.
You know, I'm surprised that you got Gail Bertram
to cough up for a second opinion on a closed case.
He didn't. I paid for it myself.
Agent Lisbon, why are you doing this?
He's a murderer.
If we follow the money we'll find who he paid
to kill these women.
Why are youdoing this?
I looked Amanda Shaw in the eye
and I promised I'd protect her.
I failed.
I know that you've heard this before
but you're not responsible for her death.
I respectfully disagree. I need to make this right.
This report gives us plenty for a warrant.
[exhales] Alright.
You do realize that Volker Industries
is one of the biggest employers in the state.
And that Tommy Volker is a huge supporter of the governor.
Yes, and that they're also good friends.
That's why I came to you
because I know that you won't be threatened
by a man's status or connections.
Well, this..
...report does change things.
I'm inclined to open up the door a crack
but just a crack.
Don't make me regret it, Agent Lisbon.
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chattering]
Lisbon, you're distracted and you have an eager
gleam in your eye.
Either you have a breakthrough in the Volker case
or you're in love. Which is it?
I got Judge Davis to sign the warrant
and Van Pelt should be getting Volker's records momentarily.
I was hoping it was love.
You deserve happiness, but I'm glad for you anyway.
Jane Doe. No wallet, phone, or ID.
Sanitation workers found the body around 6:00 A.M.
Designer clothes. Sample size.
She's as tall as a giraffe...a model.
Looks like a mugging gone wrong.
'ME says blunt force trauma to the head.'
'Puts time of death around midnight'
'give or take a few hours.'
Mmm. She's wearing a very sensual perfume.
Expensive, with a top note of jasmine.
Oh..
And she's just shaved her legs.
I think she was going to meet a lover.
Rigsby, you're on trash duty, whoever stole the wallet
may have taken the money out and dumped it.
- See if you can find an ID. - Copy that.
Jane, let's talk to the first responders.
Oh, as fun as that might sound
I think I'd rather play some chess.
- No offense. - Mmm.
[Teresa] 'Gentlemen..'
[instrumental music]
Single malt whisky!
- You have very good taste, uh.. - Walter.
Walter.
Don't mind me.
Uh, no disrespect, but your Grunfeld Defense
is no match for Walter's classic Spanish game.
If you let me play for you
I might win your money back.
- Thanks, man. - Pleasure.
- Good luck with that. - Uh..
[inhales sharply]
Mate in seven.
[laughing]
A sucker born every minute.
What'd you do with the wallet?
What wallet?
The one you took from the dead girl.
[scoffs] What makes you think that?
Because you're not nearly a good enough chess player
to win enough money to buy nice scotch like that.
Oh, no?
No.
Checkmate...in seven.
You can tell us about the wallet now
or we can find the wallet with your prints on it
and bring you down to the CBI.
- 'It's your choice.' - Mm-hmm.
[music continues]
Oh, yeah.
Who's got next?
[theme music]
[Rigsby] 'Victim's name was Charlotte Coates.'
'21, goes by Charlie.'
Daughter of congressman Coates from the 54th district.
And Jane was right. She was an up-and-coming model.
What else do we know?
About a month ago, she was pulled over.
Cop found an 8-ball of cocaine on her.
She was arrested for possession.
Was she charged?
She pled guilty, agreed to go to rehab.
She was on day 26 of a 30-day program.
- Place called, uh, Oasis Ranch. - Inpatient.
So she checked out of rehab the night of her death?
Snuck out. Park's a drug zone.
Probably went there to score.
What about the wallet guy?
No, he was at a homeless shelter from 7:00 P.M. to 6:00 A.M.
Couldn't have done it.
SFPD's canvassing the area for witnesses.
Anything else?
She didn't have a phone because the rehab
confiscated it so now we don't know
if she called anyone before sneaking out.
Before rehab, she sent a bunch of angry texts to one number.
"Screw you for betraying me. You are a bastard."
- Like that. - And did you trace the number?
Yeah, belongs to a photographer..
...called Mo Kaan.
Alright, look into him.
Jane and I are gonna go talk to the parents.
I want you to understand she was a good girl.
The drugs were just a phase.
When did she start using?
[Lisa] 'Um, a few years ago when she started modeling.'
As a child, she was always so shy and sensitive
like the volume was turned up too high in her head.
I knew modeling was a tough business
and lots of rejection.
I never should have let her do it.
But you did let her do it
and-and the role of bad cop fell to you.
You could say that.
She put us through a lot.
But you-you were about to mention something else.
What was it?
Well, I guess there's no reason we can't say it now.
A month ago, she stole a necklace from her mother.
A very expensive, ruby necklace.
Don't say that, Jeffrey.
I told you, Charlie couldn't have done it.
Maria was the only person who knew
where I had that necklace hidden.
Maria?
Yeah. She was our maid.
But we had to let her go.
Our daughter loved Maria
she would never have let me fire her
for something she didn't do.
Uh, can you think of anyone
who may have wanted to hurt your daughter?
Who knows, with the people that she was hanging out with.
If you think of anything, give us a call.
[instrumental music]
[Mo] 'Stella, sweetheart'
you look like an angry stick insect.
Relax. Think of Brazil.
Or wherever it is you're from.
- Uruguay. - Uruguay! Fabulous!
Work it! Work it!
Yeah, that's right. That's right.
You're a dirty little Cossack.
Yes, Perestroika! That's it.
Mo Kaan. I'm Agent Cho. This is Agent Rigsby, CBI.
We are in the middle of something here.
- Can I help you? - Yeah.
Charlie Coates was murdered last night.
My God.
Everyone take five!
[crew murmuring]
Uh, Charlie, uh, Charlie was one of the good ones. Smart kid.
Where were you last night?
I was at dinner with a client, and then after that
I was shootin' Estella at some dirty little hotel
in Tenderloin, The Seventh Veil.
- The corner of Geary and Hyde? - Yeah.
Charlie was killed two blocks from there.
Can anyone confirm your whereabouts?
Sure. Everybody here.
- What about the angry texts? - What angry texts?
The ones we found on Charlie's phone
accusing you of betrayal.
Oh, those. Nothing, really.
A few weeks ago, Charlie's agent fired her
and she blamed me, she thought I told him
she was a no-show after partying all night.
- And did you tell him? - Please.
If I got every crazy, coked-up model fired
I'd have no one to take pictures of.
Speaking of coke, empty your pockets.
- What? - Empty your pockets.
Why? This isn't Russia.
You need a reason.
You're acting high, you're sniffing compulsively
and you're wearing a coke spoon.
- It's hers. - Slow down, hoss.
We haven't found anything yet.
[instrumental music]
Honestly, I was just holding it for her.
You're under arrest.
[music continues]
Hello, I'm Dr. Rubin, executive director.
- Hi. - I'm so glad you're here.
We are all...in shock.
So you-you're a psychiatrist?
Yes. Stanford Medical School.
Excellent. That should make things easier.
It's nearly always a psychiatrist that did it.
Had a bad experience with therapy, huh?
[Teresa] 'Were you treating Charlie personally?'
No, and I have weekly sessions with all the in-patients.
I met with Charlie yesterday.
But Joanna Lyle was her primary therapist.
Saw her every day.
You can find her in the clinical building.
How did Charlie manage to sneak out
and get to the city unnoticed? Did she have a car?
Uh, no. Patients aren't allowed cars.
It's too much of a temptation.
Uh, however, this isn't a prison.
We don't have security cameras or electric fences.
In fact, we have so many high-profile patients
'we're far more worried about keeping paparazzi'
and reporters out.
And how was Charlie's treatment going?
Frankly, uh, her spirit was willing
but she didn't want to do the work.
"The work." Who could blame her?
Where were you last night?
I was...here. Working on my book.
Hmm, I'm just trying to figure out
who Charlie was sleeping with.
Was it you?
Absolutely not.
What makes you think she was sleeping with anybody?
Because this place is like a summer camp for drug addicts.
- It fairly reeks of sex. - Hmm.
Well, we're like an early sobriety to a whack-a-mole game.
You push down one addiction, and another one pops up.
And even though we have a strict policy about it
newly sober people tend to act out sexually.
But I can't tell you who Charlie was sleeping with.
Why not?
A little thing called doctor-patient privilege.
Charlie's dead.
You're allowed to share that information with us.
And I'm allowed to protect privilege.
I see.
You're not protecting Charlie.
You're protecting someone else.
Charlie did indeed have a lover here.
They were a patient of yours.
No need to give me a name. I can figure it out for myself.
Thank you. You've been very helpful.
We need to talk to this therapist, this Lyle woman.
I'm gonna head back to the office.
I'll have Cho come and meet you here.
Oh, I'm fine. No need for a chaperone.
[phone ringing]
Hey, Van Pelt.
Could you hang on a sec?
Jane?
- What's up? - I think I found something big.
Irregular payments from Volker Industries
to a shell corporation.
Listed as consultant fees. $25,000 each.
Nice work. Who's cashing the checks?
[Grace] 'A guy named Charles Milk.'
He's clean as a whistle but his name came up
in a 2007 case just as a witness.
One of his neighbors committed suicide. A woman.
Let me guess. Hung herself like Amanda Shaw?
Exactly. And I got a picture of him.
Matches the sketch of the driver we were looking for
in the Cassie Flood case.
Great work, I'm headed back to the office now.
Start writing the warrant for the Milk residence.
I want to catch him by surprise.
- You got it, boss. - And tell Cho to get over here.
- Dr. Lyle? - Yes.
Patrick Jane.
I'm with the CBI.
Uh, please, call me Joanna.
And I'm not actually a doctor.
But you were Charlie's drug counselor, yes?
Yes. Poor girl.
- Have a seat. - Thank you.
Yes, it seems that she, uh..
...she broke out to buy some coke.
Is that a.. Is that a black mark against you?
As a therapist, I'd like to think
that I can help my patients get sober.
But as a recovering alcoholic I know
I can't make someone stop before they're ready.
There but for the grace of God.
Mmm. Well, let's leave God out of it, shall we?
Uh, Charlie wasn't exactly a model patient, was she?
She had a good heart.
She just made it very clear that she didn't want to be here.
She wouldn't open up to me.
She, uh.. She wouldn't participate in group.
- Excuse me. - Rough night?
[yawns] I've been, uh..
I've been on call this week working overnights
and we discovered that Charlie was missing from her room
at about 2:00 A.M.
And...I've been up ever since.
Running on coffee and cigarettes, huh?
Oh, coffee, yes.
But I haven't smoked in years.
Oh. Well, excuse me.
Could you show me Charlie's room?
- Yes, of course. - Thank you.
[bell dings]
What's up?
Did you fill out the application for the Milk warrant?
I submitted it to Judge Davis, but..
- What? - It's Volker. He's here.
[instrumental music]
Agent Lisbon.
What do you want, Mr. Volker?
Brass tacks. I like that.
As I'm sure you're aware
I run a very successful business
worth billions of dollars.
You wanna know my secret?
Transparency.
Honesty.
Open lines of communication.
'It's the way I do business.'
What's your point?
If you wanted my financial records
all you had to do was ask for them.
I got nothing to hide.
You found nothing, right?
Why? Is there something you're worried about?
Next time..
...just ask.
You look good.
You've been working out.
Get out of my office.
Have a lovely day, Agent Lisbon.
[door opening]
[indistinct chattering]
[instrumental music]
Hey, Cho. You're freaking out the guests.
Just relax with the copness.
I'm relaxed.
[music continues]
Here we are.
[knock on door]
Susie?
Hey. How you holding up?
Okay, I guess.
Shouldn't you be in group? You should go.
Talk about what happened with Charlie, your feelings.
Hi. You were her roommate?
Yeah, who are you?
Uh, Susie, these guys are here with the CBI
to investigate what happened with Charlie.
That's Patrick Jane. I'm Agent Cho.
"Jane" as in Austen or Mansfield?
[chuckles] Austen.
What are you here for?
- 'Coke. Speed. Some pills.' - 'Mm-hmm.'
Mmm, ambitious.
So Charlie was a tea drinker?
No, those are mine.
Did you see Charlie sneaking out last night?
Yes, I didn't think anything of it.
'She sneaks out all the time.'
[Joanna] 'Susie, you should have reported it.'
'It's a major breach of the honor system.'
[Susie] 'I know, I know.'
I'm gonna have to tell Dr. Rubin about it.
Come on. Are you serious?
[Cho] 'What time did she sneak out?'
[Susie] 'I don't know. Around 10:00, I guess.'
[Cho] 'You know where she was going?'
I have no idea. We weren't that close.
Mmm, Jasmine.
Uh, Dr. Lyle
where is that group therapy session going down?
Uh, just down the hall.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
My name is Armando and I'm an addict.
- Hi, Armando. - Hi, Armando.
But I mean, not like you guys. No offense.
My life's a party.
Champagne. Fine women.
Translation, light beer and cheap hookers.
- Hey, now. - Yo.
Why the hostility, man?
I'm only being honest here, right?
See this watch? Girls gave this stuff to me.
And that's my problem.
I'm addicted to women.
Excuse me. Uh, sorry to interrupt.
Just when it was getting good. Uh, my name is Patrick Jane.
I'm a consultant with the CBI.
We're investigating the murder of Charlie Coates.
- Uh, and, uh, I need your help. - Okay.
You may not think... you know anything of interest
but the subconscious mind knows a lot more.
That's why I'm gonna ask you all, as a group
to close your eyes and picture Charlie.
Uh...I want you to think about the last time you saw Charlie.
Every detail counts.
Her laugh. The color of her eyes.
Her perfume.
Every little detail.
Okay. Thank you.
Now, if you'll open your eyes.
[inhales sharply]
It appears you two..
'...are intimately familiar with her scent.'
But Charlie doesn't strike me as a two-timer.
So one of you was the boyfriend
and the other one, well, he was hoping.
Let me see. You seem to have a way with women.
I would guess that Charlie
may have been drawn to your machismo.
She found you irresistible.
Maybe. But you know.
Hmm.
You were sleeping together?
[Armando] 'No.'
Uh, you-you're lying.
You were sleeping together. I can tell.
- 'No. No.' - Yes.
I mean, I tried, of course.
- But.. - You bastard!
And here comes the real boyfriend.
Aah!
[all screaming]
Just back away there. I-I was just kidding.
He wasn't actually sleeping with her.
Just...Cho!
Cho!
- 'Get him off!' - Whew!
Phoenix Bell. Your father's Anton Bell.
Starred in those action movies back in the '80s, right?
And who's your father? Is he relevant also?
Point taken.
Tell me about you and Charlie.
She was funny and strong and...real.
But fragile too.
Not like these girls I meet in LA.
I know the doctors say she didn't want to get better
but she did.
She made me want to get better too.
We talked to your roommate, Phoenix.
He says you snuck out of your room at 11:00
on the night Charlie died and didn't come home
until 1:00 in the morning. Where were you?
We had this spot where we'd meet out in the desert.
That night we were supposed to hook up at 11:00
but Charlie didn't show.
What'd you do?
I freaked out.
I thought that she was over me
or she had relapsed or something.
So I took a drive.
You have a car?
My dad pulled a few strings
got me some extra privileges. Whatever.
Where'd you go?
Just around.
And then I went to a liquor store.
[sighs] You get loaded?
No. I wanted to.
- Anyone see you there? - No.
But you have to believe me.
All the bad things I've done in my life
I would never hurt Charlie.
Right. Can you think of anyone who would?
I don't know.
A few nights ago, we were in our spot
and we saw somebody spying on us from far away.
You went after them?
Yeah, but I didn't even get close.
If she would have just come that night
maybe I could have helped her.
[instrumental music]
Phoenix had access to a car.
He has no alibi for the time of death.
And his story about someone spying on them is sketchy.
- You think he made it up? - No.
Someone was watching Phoenix and Charlie.
The question is who?
Son of a movie star, daughter of a politician.
- Could have been the paparazzi. - What about Armando?
No, he had an alibi for the night of the murder.
His roommate was up all night listening to him snore.
Rigs, where are we at with the photographer?
He's been in holding overnight.
Good, go talk to him.
Find out where Phoenix was between 11:00 and 1:00.
'We'll hold on to him for as long as we can.'
I have an idea. I'm gonna go back to rehab.
- You wanna come with? - I've got a hit on Volker.
I think I found his enforcer.
He's a guy named Charles Milk.
I'm waiting to get a warrant on his residence.
Bravo.
There's no way this guy is as smart
or as careful as Volker.
- I can turn him. - Excellent police work, Lisbon.
I admire your pluck.
- I hear a "But." - No "But."
I'm just a little worried that he's inside your head.
And believe me that's not a good road to go down.
Bad neighborhood.
I don't really have a choice.
Well, yeah, I can certainly understand that.
I just..
I-I want you to be careful.
He may be powerful, but he is not invincible.
- And he's not in my head. - I hope not.
If you need my help, let me know.
No, thanks. This one's mine.
Yeah, you got this!
Hey, boss, I just got a call.
The judge denied the search warrant for Milk.
Excuse me. Judge Davis.
- I just need a minute. - I'm late for an appointment.
I need you to reconsider signing
the Charles Milk warrant, please.
- It's not going to happen. - Why not?
We have clear evidence of payment
for the commission of murder.
Spare me the hyperbole.
You have murky evidence of payments for consulting.
Frankly, we had less before you signed the last warrant.
What happened between then and now?
Did he get to you?
I'm gonna pretend I didn't just hear that.
He did, didn't he?
That's why he came to see me, to show he wasn't scared.
You know what, I'm not gonna sit here
and listen to your accusations
nor am I gonna get dragged any further
into your personal vendetta.
Now..
...if you will excuse me.
[intense music]
I bet you loved to watch Charlie beg.
I don't know what you're getting at.
Well, you can't seem to stay out of trouble.
Underage girls, drugs.
It's not...my fault.
You know what I think?
I think Charlie was gonna meet you
the night she snuck out of rehab.
She wanted drugs, you wanted sex
things got a little weird.
You didn't mean to hurt her, but you did.
So you took her body to the park
made it look like a random drug deal.
No!
Just another model with a coke habit.
No. None of-none, none of that happened.
No. That's not true, okay?
I don't..
I don't wanna be here anymore now.
I wanna go home now, please.
[cell phone ringing]
Hello, Grace. Do you have anything?
I set an alert for the name Phoenix Bell
and I'm checking all social media and gossip sites.
Nothing so far.
But I've learned a lot about Lindsay Lohan.
Mmm, can you try again, please?
[Grace] 'Sure, give me a minute.'
Refill, please, Louis?
Another rough one?
Oh, these overnights will be the death of me.
- Mmm. - But I shouldn't complain.
I live halfway to Reno.
So at least it's a break from the commute, right?
Mmm. Mmm.
- Well, cheers. - Cheers.
Are you there, Jane? I found something.
- Excuse me. - Mm-hmm.
Uh, yes, Grace. Sorry, go on.
The gossip site "Rumor Hound" just re-tweeted this.
"Phoenix Bell, son of movie star Anton Bell
"suspect in murder of his girlfriend.
The two met at infamous rehab "Oasis Ranch."
Who was the, uh, tweeterer-er?
Someone named Margaret Hammersby.
She's a journalist.
Excellent.
[knock on door]
Hi, Susie.
Could I bother you for a cup of tea?
Sure. Come on in.
Thank you.
[door closing]
Would you like chamomile or mint?
Chamomile, please.
Water's hot. There you go.
That's very kind.
Thanks, Margaret.
You're welcome.
Oh, fudge.
Your real name is Margaret Hammersby.
You're a journalist.
How did you find out?
Well, only a journalist would ask
the correct spelling of my name.
'"Mansfield" please.'
And what self-respecting, speed freak drinks herbal tea?
I have to be undercover in order to get this story.
Mmm, Woodward and Bernstein you are not, my dear.
You're tweeting trivia about celebrities.
Sons of celebrities..
...like Phoenix Bell.
That's a big scoop. I had to tweet it.
That was you spying on them the other night.
I only followed them out that one time.
I swear, I have no idea where she was going
the night she died.
She didn't really open up to me. Not really.
She got emotional
when she got this card from her parents.
Oh, this card?
Yeah, she cried like a baby.
"We're so proud of you."
When did she get this?
Three days ago. The day before she died.
After she got the card
she started writing this letter in Spanish
but then she got frustrated and ripped it up.
And then you promptly dug it out of the trash, didn't you?
Yes, I did.
But I don't speak Spanish.
The only thing I can remember is "Lo siento."
That means "I'm sorry."
Excellent. You've been very helpful.
You're not gonna blow my cover, are you?
Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out.
You know, you don't have to stick around.
I can meet you back at CBI.
I'm supposed to stay with you.
What kind of trouble am I gonna get in at rehab?
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
[lock clicks]
[door closing]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
The photographer asked for a lawyer.
I think he might be good for this.
He's more than just ironically pervy.
Agreed.
And the sexual motive is always a good one.
But, uh, you can let him go. Phoenix, too.
- You have better motive? - Uh, yeah.
An extremely valuable ruby necklace
is a pretty good one.
But we don't have any evidence
that Charlie actually stole
the necklace from her mother.
She was broke. Of course she stole it.
Then she got that card from her parents
and she started to feel bad about it.
Where are you getting all this?
The undercover journalist told me that Charlie started
writing a letter in Spanish to say "Lo siento."
- Which means "I'm sorry?" - Yes.
She was trying to make amends with Maria
the maid that was fired for stealing the necklace.
But we never found the necklace in Charlie's apartment
or her room at the Oasis Ranch.
Because the killer stole it from her.
Okay, wait, if Charlie did steal the necklace
and felt guilty about it don't you think
she would have confided in someone?
Yes, that's exactly what I think.
Hello?
Dr. Rubin.
What's that?
Uh, well, thank you for letting us know.
We'll be there shortly.
Apparently there was a rash of robberies earlier today.
A lot of the patients got their valuables stolen.
[gasps] Imagine that.
They're gonna search the rooms to find the thief.
Oh, my. We should head out there, Lisbon.
I'm sorry. I can't. I-I'll meet you there later.
So mysterious.
Let me see, Thursday night.
Ah, you're going to play poker.
Get one of those muckety-mucks to sign off on your warrant.
It's worth a shot.
If this doesn't work, I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Eh, we'll think of something. Good luck.
[instrumental music]
Let's see what you got, senator.
- Full house. - Mmm.
You've bled me dry.
'I need a drink.'
[indistinct chattering]
Judge Manchester, excuse me, sir.
I need to discuss something with you.
I'm in no mood, Agent Lisbon.
I don't want to bother you, I hate to.
But this is important.
Let me guess..
...Tommy Volker and the Charles Milk warrant.
You heard.
Judge Davis mentioned something about your little visit.
She said you had some nerve.
I was upset. I spoke in haste.
No need to apologize to me.
Oh, I don't want to apologize. Davis was wrong.
I mean, Volker is a sociopath, and he needs to be taken down.
If not by me, then by somebody else.
Sometimes you are childishly naive, Teresa.
That might be so, but which side would you rather be on?
Childish naiveté, or defeated cynicism?
Ouch.
Please, sign the Milk warrant, judge.
It's legit.
The only reason not to is fear.
Doctor, we're here to help you search.
Do you think the robberies could have
something to do with this case?
Maybe. We won't know until we search the room first.
Well, this isn't the first time we've had things stolen.
It's quite common, in fact.
It's another way for addicts to
'act out in early sobriety.'
You and your fancy diagnoses.
When people want stuff, they take it.
It's as simple as that.
Now let's get to searching, shall we?
'This place isn't gonna search itself.'
'Mmm.'
- What are you doing? - What?
Put it back.
- Sshh. - Put it back!
[Jane] 'What are you talking about?'
'I'm trying to search here. Could you be a little quiet?'
Excuse me. Excuse me. What's going on?
I'm sorry, doctor, Jane's had some problems, uh..
...taking stuff.
Oh, well, that's the first I've ever heard of that.
Well, in that case, let's empty your pocket.
No, I will not.
Don't make this any worse than it is.
Empty your pockets right now!
Wow, that's..
I can't believe I couldn't feel that in there.
That's not mine. I didn't.. That's-that's not my wallet.
I think we should reconvene in my office for a little chat.
Keith, Marvin, would you escort Mr. Jane to the office?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, watch the suit.
I got here as soon as I could.
Kleptomania is a disease, and you need help.
Oh, please.
I've told him that, but he won't listen.
It's not your fault.
There is nothing to be ashamed of.
Yeah, see the last thing I need is some new age nonsense
rattling around inside my head.
[Lisbon] 'Jane, I don't think you understand'
how much trouble you're in.
- They could press charges. - No, hang on.
We're not there yet. We're not there yet.
I wanna hear from Mr. Jane.
You're not even a real doctor.
I don't have to talk to you.
Jane..
...it couldn't hurt.
Please?
Okay.
I like to take stuff, and I'm good at it.
I don't see what the big deal is.
Well, this behavior doesn't come from nowhere.
No, you're right.
When I was 10, my father taught me to pick pockets
and we knocked off a few houses.
And then we...moved on to a couple of banks.
But I didn't.. The banks was not my cup of tea.
I don't like the banks 'cause of the anxiety and the screaming
and all the hysteria.
- It doesn't sit well with me. - Hmm.
So subconsciously..
...you're still trying to please your father, hmm?
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Yeah.
That's, uh..
How do you do that? That is uncanny.
Jane..
[cell phone ringing]
Mmm.
Hello, Cho?
[sighs] A ruby necklace?
'Really? Thanks.'
They just found an expensive ruby necklace in your car.
You wanna explain how it got there?
- Not really. - 'Thank you.'
But this is a police matter now
if you two wouldn't mind giving me a moment alone with Jane.
Yes, of course. We'll leave you alone.
You definitely should continue therapy.
Mmm. I-I can make a referral.
Thanks, doc.
I mean, I-I.. I feel better already.
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[switch clicks]
Busted.
[sighs]
You're in massive debt.
Cash advances, credit cards
home equity loans.
What is it? Craps, roulette?
Those are for suckers.
- I have skill. - Blackjack then.
How did you know?
You told Jane you didn't smoke and yet the inside
of your office smelled like a casino ashtray.
And you referred to home as being "Halfway to Reno."
It started...years ago
after I stopped drinking.
Good, clean fun, right?
But it got out of control.
I lost my house.
Burned through my kid's college fund
and I still couldn't stop.
How did you pay for it?
I started borrowing money from people.
Bad people.
They were going to hurt me.
So you heard about the necklace and you saw a way out.
Charlie had this-this... moment of clarity
after she got that stupid card.
She, uh... came into therapy
told me she had stolen the necklace.
She had tried to sell it but she didn't have
the right connections.
And then she wanted to give it back to her parents.
And you were the only person she told.
She said she wanted to make amends, but come on.
It was a quarter of a million dollars.
I needed it.
I convinced her to sneak out
'go back to her place to get the jewels.'
[sobbing]
'I said that she should give them back'
'to her parents at her 30-day chip ceremony'
'that I was...proud of her.'
I pulled over
told her I thought I had a flat.
'I'd heard about that park from some of my other patients'
'that it was a place to score.'
[grunting]
I knew how it would look.
[engine revving]
So you killed her
and you took the necklace back to Oasis Ranch
and you let her parents believe that she died buying drugs?
I'm powerless.
It's a disease.
Checkmate.
Hey, Jane. I got Manchester to sign the warrant.
'I'm going to meet Van Pelt.'
Huh, excellent police work prevails yet again.
'Grieving parents at 12 O'clock.'
Mr. Jane, thank you.
Thank you, sir.
Much appreciated. It's my pleasure.
I'll-I.. I was just heading..
I'll-I'll leave you to it.
I have something for you.
Your necklace.
Charlie was trying to get it back for you.
Thank you.
I want you to know that your daughter changed.
She knew that she hurt you both
and she wanted to make it right.
She loved you.
Our baby.
Our poor baby.
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[cell phone ringing]
Lisbon.
Hello, Teresa. How are you today?
Fantastic, actually.
Oh, I can imagine.
The thrill of the chase and all that.
I'm not sure I know what you're referring to, Mr. Volker.
Oh, don't be modest.
I'm calling to congratulate you.
The warrant for Charles Milk.
How did you know about that?
Oh, I have my ways.
At any rate..
...you won't find what you're looking for.
Charles Milk did a few personal security jobs for me
nothing more.
But, hey, he's a great guy.
I'm sure you'll enjoy him.
If that's it, I've got another call.
By all means, you should take that.
Van Pelt, I'm on my way.
We're too late.
[train horn blowing]
We've just ID'd them all.
'We've got a married couple, Bob and Sara Miller'
'and this gentleman is Charles Milk.'
What happened here?
Drive-by shooting. Some gang BS.
These three were just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Uh, Lisbon?
Jane.
I need your help.
Mmm.
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