Jane? You in there?
I'm up, I'm up.
Homicide in San Francisco. Cho and Rigsby are already on their way.
- Did you sleep here? - No. I was working.
It looks like you were sleeping.
Ahem. Well, I programmed my dreams to work on the Red John case.
Oh, well, then make sure you put in for overtime.
Ah, healthy skepticism, I like it. But it can work.
Mendeleev saw the entire periodic table in his dream.
That's nice for him. Jane...
- Shall we? - ...as a friend...
...this doesn't look good.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Keeps me going.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
CHO: There's evidence of a physical confrontation.
This is where he ended up. He was on his back when shots were fired.
Eight to 10 rounds to the head.
- Ooh. What head? - Yeah.
Ooh.
Two motel guests heard muffled pops around 1 a.m.
- Figured it was city traffic. LISBON: No defense wounds.
Think he would've put up his hands to shield his face.
It depends how hard he fell.
Forensics recovered the casings: 9 mm.
Also collected a cigarette butt and some red fibers around the body.
You woke me for this?
This man is a sociopath. He should've been in prison.
He was. Full pardon two days ago. Name's Henry Dahl.
Convicted nine years ago in the rape and murder of Jennie Winter.
Was a lifer at Del Norte until a new DNA test set him free.
- How'd you peg him as an inmate? LISBON: Give me a break.
Classic rooster build, massive upper body, skinny legs. Jaundiced skin...
...probably hepatitis C from the dirty needle tattoo on his elbow.
Spiderweb, representing the passage of time.
- Where are you going? - Uh, I'm tired.
And I don't really care who killed this creep.
- He was innocent. - Eh.
He made instruments of death out of toothpicks.
[CLEARS THROAT]
I know you, don't I?
- Are you with Homicide? - Right now, I'm with you.
Unless, uh, of course-- Are you with Homicide?
Did you know it cost taxpayers 2.4 million to convict Dahl in the murder of Winter?
That's a lot of money.
Now they spend millions more finding, convicting Dahl's killer...
...because they set a criminal free.
How many man hours will you waste chasing Henry Dahl's killer?
Not too many.
- Anything usable? - Uh, maybe.
Get this.
CROSS [ON TV]: And I'm here to tell you, Henry Dahl deserved what he got.
Even the CBI agrees, the premiere law enforcement agency of California.
Take a look at one of their agents...
...just two hours after the gruesome body was discovered...
...in a South San Francisco motel room.
Not in too big a rush to catch the killer, is he?
We've identified this man as Patrick Jane, the CBI's top criminal consultant.
Sleep tight tonight, Mr. Jane. I know I will.
This isn't unfamiliar territory to me.
Paid consultant mistaking state contracts for a country club...
...where he can do as he pleases.
He was tired because he was here all night working on the Red John case.
- It's completely bogus. - Yeah, I know it's bogus...
...but that's not how it looks. It looks like he puked in the fish tank.
Kind of does, yeah.
The attorney general has enough to worry about...
...with the murder of wrongly imprisoned man. I need Jane awake on this.
To be honest, I'm more concerned about her behavior than I am about his.
The police never released Dahl's identity to the press.
So, what's a famous cable host doing in front of the motel?
VAN PELT: Cross' production company footed the bill for Dahl's motel room.
Dahl had driven in from Lodi to appear as a guest on her talk show today.
- Explains how she knew he was there. - Their connection runs deeper.
Before Cross joined Trial TV...
...she was a state prosecutor with 102 violent felony convictions. No losses.
Guess who one conviction was?
- Hello, Dahly. - Don't do that.
Why would Dahl appear on the talk show of the lawyer who put him away?
Notoriety, payback, women.
Cross can't be happy about Dahl being cleared. Ruins her perfect record.
Agreed. Jane and I will go talk to her.
- Did Dahl have a local residence? - A halfway house in Lodi.
You and Cho start driving. See what you find there.
I'll grab the keys.
- Hey, what's the matter? - Oh.
- I had a lunch appointment. - I can drive to Lodi with Cho.
- No, I couldn't ask you to do that. - Don't worry. I'll clear it with Lisbon.
- You go do your lunch thing. - I hope you're hungry.
- Hey, Grace. - Hey.
- Rigsby. - Hey.
So you should grab a jacket.
I hitched us a ride on the tac team chopper.
We're flying to lunch?
Tac team was heading up north...
...so they'll drop us off at this great picnic spot I know on the river.
- You said you have a couple hours, right? - Yeah. Thank you so much. I owe you one.
It's okay. We'll stop for Big Gulps.
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
LISBON: How you doing? You all right? - It's a little chilly in here, no?
LISBON: Excuse me.
Hi. I'm Agent Lisbon.
I think you know my colleague, Patrick Jane.
Well, he's probably taking a nap.
He gets nervous on TV sets.
I imagine so, considering what happened to his family...
...after his last talk show appearance.
Even I know better than to taunt a serial killer on air.
Then you should know better than to taunt the CBI--
I'm a person of interest, I get it. So let me make this easy for you.
Yes, I was outraged that Dahl was set free. Did I shoot him?
No. I was in Edit Bay 4 at the time of his murder.
The log includes a contact number for the editor with me.
Why'd you invite Henry on your show?
The state may have let Henry go, but my show is tougher than any court of law.
- I was gonna nail him to the cross. - Karen Cross.
You've seen my promos.
Read the trial coverage too, all smoke and mirrors.
You whipped the jury into a frenzy to cover for a lack of evidence.
- Two witnesses put Dahl at the scene. - That doesn't make him a killer.
You caught a break when the DNA test from the rape kit came back inconclusive.
The new test excludes Dahl as the perpetrator. You don't trust DNA?
I don't trust anything coming out of the justice system. That's why I left.
I heard you left because you were gonna be fired for ethical violations.
Nothing stops me from following my instincts.
I won't apologize for that. I spent six months deposing and questioning Henry.
I'm telling you for a fact, that man was a reptile.
Ooh, tea.
[CLEARS THROAT]
- Shrink, right? - Excuse me?
The vest. Tea.
Karen Cross always invites a shrink to comfort the grieving mother.
- I'm Jodi Dahl. - I'm sorry for your loss.
Don't you worry about me. I been letting go of Henry for years.
Excuse me, hon.
Tea?
It's a hug in a cup.
No, thank you.
I take it you're family too.
- Max Winter. - Max Winter.
The widower of the victim...
...the true victim.
My wife's name was Jennie.
[CHUCKLES]
There's nothing about you that indicates loss, no scars of aged pain. Bravo.
Corner seat says you're wary. Need to control your environment.
In most people that creates tension, but your breathing is relaxed.
What's your trick, Max?
Inner peace.
The kind of peace you get when you shoot your wife's killer?
Henry was innocent, it seems.
Well, if that's true, the man that raped and cut your wife up is still out there.
- That doesn't bother you? - Jennifer's life ended abruptly.
It could've been a drunk driver, it could've been a meteorite.
Anger is unhelpful and unproductive.
Well, I don't know.
To some people, it's, uh, invigorating.
I'm sorry I don't fit your image of the tragic husband.
You asked where my peace comes from.
It's called reconciliation.
I can't undo what happened to my wife...
...but for the sake of my son, Jackson...
...I can decide how I wanna live thereafter.
So I forgive Henry...
...or whoever it was who killed Jennie.
I actually forgave them long ago.
Let's get you wired for sound, Mr. Winter.
- Excuse me. ASSISTANT: Where's Miss Dahl?
WOMAN [OVER RADIO]: Right at stage door. - Okay. Bring her to the stage.
This was the scene nine years ago when Henry Dahl was attacked...
...before a pretrial hearing by the husband of the woman...
...whose throat he was accused of cutting.
I'm gonna kill you, Dahl!
[AUDIENCE GASPS]
[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV]
CROSS: Three deputies were guarding Henry Dahl that day.
Now, that was the Max I knew.
He would be dancing a jig after hearing Henry Dahl was dead.
But am I to understand you actually forgave Dahl...
...before this so-called new DNA evidence came to light?
- It's called reconciliation, Karen. - Eh.
CROSS: Reconciliation. WINTER: reconciliation--
CROSS: I'm familiar with reconciliation. Reconciliation is when family of victims...
...waltz over to the prison, they decide they'll forgive...
...this person who murdered their wife or children. I just don't buy it.
MANAGER: He was only here for two nights.
I hardly saw him. He was just so happy to be free.
Who wouldn't be?
CHO: Mr. Dahl have any visitors? - Yeah, the first night, some woman.
She dropped by for a few hours. Not bad looking either.
Guy didn't waste much time.
- You catch her name? - No, sorry.
Here we go.
CHO: Thank you. RIGSBY: Thanks a lot.
[SIGHS]
Oh, we can take it from here. Thank you.
- Someone was looking for something. - Thank you, Captain Obvious.
Three hours of brooding silence, then sarcasm. It's like we're married.
Sorry, Cho. It's just Special Agent Craig O'Loughlin and his chopper.
What does she see in that guy anyway?
Ivy League degree in criminology, six years in the 101st Airborne...
...and a black belt in wushu from a real Shaolin temple.
Yeah, thanks, buddy. Whatever.
[GRUNTS]
[SCREAMS]
RIGSBY: The bed.
[GRUNTS]
- What are you doing? - Just go. Go!
[BOTH GRUNT]
[GROANING]
Bet they don't teach that at a Shaolin temple.
JACKSON: Dad! In the garage!
Wow. Hi.
- I thought you were my dad. - No.
What an amazing phenomenon.
Flying machines frozen in midair.
I kind of feel sorry for them. Did--? Did you do all this?
Um. No, my dad did. I just help out.
You're Max's son. I saw you at the talk show.
Jackson, right?
I'm looking for your dad.
Who are you? You a cop or something?
No. Too many laws to uphold.
But I do work with the police.
Don't touch that, please. It's not cured yet.
- Feels okay to me. - It needs two more hours.
Can you go now?
Look, my dad's not at the house. I don't know where he is.
Sure, you do. You just don't want me to know.
- Is he hiding something? - No, he's not hiding anything.
- Are you? - No. Of course not.
Your dad doesn't seem like the kind of man who would ask you to lie.
Artie Mock, multiple arrests for assault.
Battery. Battery with injury.
And today, aggravated assault against a police officer.
I'm sorry.
- Did I hurt you? - It was just a mattress.
What's your relationship with Henry Dahl?
Friends. We met in junior college.
- We were art majors. - Why'd you break into his room?
I was looking for my money.
He owes me 22 large, plus nine years interest.
- Where were you last night? - Last night?
I was working graveyard at the plant, and, no, I didn't kill him.
And now I ain't ever gonna see what's mine.
What did Dahl owe you for?
Statute of limitations on drug dealing is what, six years?
Six years.
In that case, Henry and I ran a small business in college.
[CHUCKLES]
We weren't very good at art, so we started distributing cocaine.
- It's a natural transition. - That's what we said.
Henry was storing a shipment and he gets popped for murder.
Two kilos.
I visited him in prison he tells me that the stash gets confiscated, so I let it go.
But the day Henry gets out of prison, he starts flossing about taking...
...his girlfriend to Jamaica, so I'm thinking...
...he's still got those drugs hidden.
- His girl? - Mm-hm.
Henry had been out for two days. When'd he find a girlfriend?
She found him, in prison.
They were pen pals.
According to Del Norte, Henry Dahl had just one name on his approved e-mail list.
A woman named Betsy Meyers from Lodi. His hometown.
Lodi. Yeah, I was just there today. Long drive. Hot.
She and Dahl had a thing in high school. She reached out to him two months ago.
Rekindled their romance. But there's just one problem.
- Betsy's married? - Yes, to a Sean Meyers.
A factory worker. They've been together seven years.
- Somebody should question him. - Agreed.
Someone who hasn't been to Lodi yet.
I wanna see how willingly they come to us. Let's call them in in the morning.
In the meantime, there's no shortage of suspects who hated Dahl.
Twenty-three people threatened his life during his murder trial...
...most of which were friends or family of the alleged victim.
Here's a list of those names, courtesy of our cable television friend, Ms. Cross.
We got a lot of eyes on us on this one.
I want you to stay late and run down these names.
Bravo.
Oh.
Had a feeling I'd see you again.
Takes a confident man to visit a shooting range when he's still a murder suspect.
Or an innocent one. Never got your name.
- Sorry? - Never got your name.
- Oh, Patrick Jane. - What kind of gun you use, Patrick?
- No, I don't-- I don't use. - That's a little strange for a policeman.
Me, I like a well-balanced .45.
Best combination of power, accuracy and kick.
- Hey, hey. Careful. Whoa. - Oh.
- Watch the muzzle sweep. WOMAN: Sorry.
MAN: You never point at anything you don't wanna shoot.
[MAX SIGHS]
So how can I help you, Patrick?
Well, um, I was curious to hear how you did it.
- How I did what? - Forgave your wife's killer.
Ah.
So you believe me now.
Don't get carried away. But I did find out that you've become quite...
...the evangelist for reconciliation, corporate talks and all.
Know why I came here in the first place?
I manage real estate funds. I never touched a weapon in my life.
But then Jennie was butchered, and I needed a release.
At first, I pretended the targets were Henry Dahl.
Now they're just targets. It's a discipline. Very Zen.
You found the gift of forgiveness through firearms.
Shooting helped me cope.
My son led me to forgiveness. All this rage inside me, that lust for vengeance...
...I could see I was scaring Jackson.
- I didn't wanna lose him too. - Lo and behold...
...Henry Dahl was exonerated like a sign from above.
Yes. Exactly. Just wish I'd forgiven him sooner.
- You have children, Patrick? - No.
Try it.
No better pain relief.
- I'm not in pain. - No? I sense pain.
Well, it's nothing a gun will fix.
By the way, I don't own a gun.
I just rent them while I'm here.
And I was with my son at home at the time of the murder.
Just, uh, in case you're interested.
- It's gonna get loud. - Oh.
I'll just step back here.
Henry had a beautiful spirit.
That whole bad-boy thing, it was always just an act.
He even wanted to try acting when he got out of prison.
- How did you know that? - He told me in his emails.
Did you know that your wife was exchanging emails...
...with a convicted felon?
Yeah, I was taking dictation for her. What do you think? No.
Betsy, according to the prison, you've been writing Henry for two months.
- Why'd you reach out to him? - Yeah. Why did you?
You've had a first love, right? You know that feeling?
It never really goes away. Not totally.
I never thought Henry killed anyone. When I read there was new DNA evidence...
...I just wanted to say, "Woot, woot." You know? As a friend.
Does this sound like friends?
"Dear Henry. Wild thoughts in my head.
I know I shouldn't wonder what your body feels like now...
- ...but it's all I think about." - Okay, stop! All right?
Why are you doing this to me? My husband is sitting right here.
I'm sorry.
- I'm so sorry. - She is so full of it.
What? She wrote some stuff to a guy. There's worse crimes.
LISBON: Betsy, tell me the truth.
- You heard. She's in love with him. - No. That's not true.
I really just started writing him as a friend.
But we were arguing so much.
And he knew me so well.
He started saying all the things to me that you stopped saying years ago.
LISBON: Did you have any contact with him after he was released?
Only emails.
Betsy, we showed a photo of you...
...to the manager of the halfway house Henry was living in.
He identified you as the woman who visited Henry the day after his release.
You slept with him?
- Oh, hush. - I didn't say anything.
- What is this, marriage counseling? RIGSBY: They're suspects in the shooting.
These two? Really?
Hmm.
Um....
- Can I see your gun? - Hmm?
- Where were the two of you at 1 a.m.? - Drinking beers at the Lamplighter.
Hi. Patrick Jane. Very nice to meet you.
- Hold that. - Whoa.
- I'm sorry. - What the hell are you doing?
It's okay. Rigsby took the bullets out. Muzzle sweeps.
- They have no idea how to handle a gun. - Give me a break.
Van Pelt, run down Betsy and Sean's alibis. You, outside.
Excuse me.
- So you're a gun expert now? - No. Not me. Max Winter.
- You should see him shoot. - Did he shoot Dahl?
- What caliber was the murder weapon? - Nine millimeter.
- Max prefers a .45. - Shucks, I guess he's innocent.
Here's the revised suspect list. Max is still on it.
And I hope you got some sleep last night because...
- ...we're going to Lodi to run interviews. - I just got back from Lodi.
Van leaves in 20 minutes. Be outside.
Patrick Jane. I didn't recognize you yesterday at the crime scene.
You were quite the psychic once.
- There's no such thing as psychics. - So you say now.
Your cold reading of a serial killer on live television led to the brutal murder...
- ...of your wife and daughter. - Oh.
- Really? Thanks for reminding me. - Mr. Jane, I'm on your side.
You were a victim of violent crime, and now you help others. That's wonderful.
But don't tell me you don't have the psychic stuff.
What are you doing for the CBI if you're not psychic?
- Are you scamming them, Mr. Jane? - No, Karen, I am not.
Well, prove it. Identify Dahl's killer.
Well, if I had carte blanche to do things my way, I would do just that...
- ...but they don't give me carte blanche. - The CBI won't, but I will. Deputy.
You've been served.
You're hereby commanded to testify before a studio audience of your peers.
What do you need to solve this crime? Name it.
Well, I suppose, uh, I'd need the help of those affected by Dahl's murder.
Those two you had on your show yesterday would do.
I'll bring them back.
And, uh, I guess, I need suspects. Yeah. Make sure these people are in the audience.
Give them an appearance fee, whatever it takes.
Beats driving back to Lodi.
You saw him here first, the Sleeping CBI Agent.
Well, get ready to meet him.
Patrick Jane. Psychic detective? Tragic victim?
You be the judge today at 3 when Mr. Jane taps his mind's eye...
...to reveal who killed Henry Dahl.
Is this good?
Well, where is he?
We're five minutes to air. Without him, it's just a rehash of yesterday's show.
- I've left messages everywhere. - Oh. Oh.
Oh, sorry I'm late. I had to stop by a bed and bath boutique.
Ah, Mr. Jane, there's a reason that I asked you to arrive two hours early.
- I need to walk you through the lineup. - All suspects here?
Yeah, they're in the first two rows.
The lineup. I'll start with my state of the union...
...then we'll roll a clip to introduce you.
- Clip? - Uh, yeah, well, just some old footage.
- My Red John talk show appearance. - Just save your reaction for on air.
- I want you to relive-- - Excuse me.
- I gotta hand out candles. - Candles? Wait. What candles?
Hey, folks. Hope Lodi is treating you well. A little treat from Karen Cross.
Hand them out. One each. Here you go.
Pass that back to him, please. Thank you. Uh....
Jackson. Here to see the old man again, are you?
Here. Have a candle.
- We need you on stage. Now. - I have to hand these out.
They're for my act. Unless-- Uh, what are you doing?
Everybody must have one. Okay? Take these. Thank you.
[JANE CLEARS THROAT]
- Patrick. - Max.
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]
Shh.
You've probably read stories about psychics...
...who help the police solve murder cases.
Well, today we're gonna take a peek behind the mystic's veil...
...to see how that's done. To introduce our featured guest...
...we have a dramatic video clip of his last talk show.
Karen, sorry to interrupt.
Uh, Mr. Jane, I'll get to you in a minute. Could you please sit down?
Uh, you wanted to tell me something about the lineup. I forget.
The lineup, did you tell me? The lineup. I forget. Forget the lineup.
- What is a lineup? - Uh--
Let me remind you. Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to unmask the shooter.
[AUDIENCE MUTTERS]
What you have all just witnessed is a remarkable piece of mental tomfoolery...
...from our psychic guest star, Patrick Jane.
However, this is not Mr. Jane's show.
So I'm gonna ask Mr. Jane again to please sit down.
I'm sorry, I forget. Whose show is it? Whose show? I forget.
I forget whose show. Forget.
Will you stop doing that? You are a guest here.
Actually, no, I was, uh, summoned.
Are you sure this is how you wanna play it?
You really wanna make yourself a sorrier spectacle?
Is there anyone more sorry than you...
...with your morbid interest in all things shocking or repulsive?
You pretend to be a victim's advocate, but you're a vulture...
...preying on the carrion of human suffering.
You gonna give me that carte blanche you promised me?
- Yeah, buddy, go. - Yeah.
[MAN CLAPS]
You gonna give me that carte blanche?
I feel like getting me some carte blanche.
Okay, Mr. Jane, let the psychic wonders unfurl.
There's no such thing as psychics, Karen...
...only entertainers skilled in the art of deception.
But I'm happy to, uh, perform a psychic "demonstration."
Usually begins with a fantastic claim, such as:
"Henry Dahl's killer is sitting in this room right now."
Then, uh, any good psychic would make sure that the front row is full of...
...actual police suspects, which I believe that we have done for you today.
Then he might go on and explain how a spirit that has crossed over...
...still has the power to manipulate energy in our world.
Creating noises, moving objects, and sometimes even starting fires.
And that is what Henry Dahl is gonna do for us right now.
Henry Dahl will light a candle to reveal his shooter.
Dim the lights, please.
- Oh, I can't wait for this. - That's the spirit. That's your candle.
Oh. There is one other thing. A truly world-class psychic would invite...
...police officials up on the stage to make an arrest...
...once the killer has been unmasked.
And today we are very fortunate to have some conveniently telegenic CBI officers.
Uh, Agent Wayne Rigsby and the pocket rocket, the dynamite...
...heavily armed, cute as a button, Agent Teresa Lisbon.
Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause.
Ladies and gentlemen, please raise your candles high above your heads...
...while we wait for Henry Dahl to reveal his shooter.
Speak to us, Henry.
Speak to us from beyond the great beyond.
- This is ridiculous. - Aah.
[MUTTERS]
Jackson Winter, of course.
- You think it was me? - Henry Dahl was convicted of killing...
...your mother. You didn't buy the DNA test that set him free...
- ...did you? - What are you doing?
Of course he didn't believe the DNA. I presented an ironclad case.
And the owner of a certain firing range I visited...
...tells me that Jackson, in fact, does like to shoot guns.
Prefers a 9 mm, same caliber as the murder weapon.
Look, I didn't shoot anyone, okay? Dad?
What's more, Forensics matched red fibers...
...from the murder scene with carpet fibers from the firing range.
Stop it. Stop this.
My son didn't do anything. Casting blame on him like this, it'll ruin his life.
- I know. - Then don't do it.
Don't let me.
All right. You leave him alone.
It was me.
I shot Henry Dahl.
Or he is just lying to protect his son. Agents, arrest him.
- I'm not lying. - He's not lying. His son told me.
What are you talking about? No, I didn't.
Epoxy takes 12 hours to cure.
Yesterday, you told me that that model only needed two more hours.
That puts you working in the garage in the middle of the night.
Your son wasn't asleep. He heard you leaving.
That's why he wanted to protect you. Right?
All right, let him be.
I pulled the trigger and I can prove it.
You'll find his prints on the gun. Ballistics will match the casings.
- How did you obtain it? - Gun trafficker. Eight years ago.
You purchased an illegal weapon eight years ago? Why?
Dahl was a lifer in a state pen.
You had no way of knowing he'd get out.
You wanna stop talking now? That's fine. All bets are off.
We're gonna take you and your son into custody.
Just-- Just wait.
I knew Henry was gonna get out...
...because I'm the one who set him free.
How'd you know?
Well, he's a man of infinite patience and suppressed rage.
His wife's killer had to die by his own hand. He had no choice.
You're gonna have to help me out a bit. How did you set Dahl free?
I'm a fund manager at a real estate investment firm.
I used one fund to buy up old warehouses.
Safe investment. Convert them into condos.
And that's how my firm came to own a certain Bay Area warehouse...
...used for evidence storage.
Including DNA.
WINTER: Took six months to pull the condo permits.
I used that time to gain access to the property...
...swapped out Dahl's DNA sample.
Dahl passes retest, you kill Dahl. You should sell the book rights.
Hold on. My client never said he killed Dahl.
- Your client confessed on basic cable. - To shooting Dahl.
Hello.
I shot that piece of filth.
I shot him right in the face.
But I didn't kill Henry Dahl.
He was already dead.
That's a development.
How do you know Dahl was dead?
The back of his head was busted open. He was lying in a pool of blood.
- Maybe he was still breathing. - No, I checked for a pulse.
I don't buy it. If you knew Dahl was dead, why'd you shoot him nine times?
Because he murdered my wife.
Uh-oh.
What?
He's telling the truth.
With no head left to speak of, coroner can't make a definite call...
...but he did say there was less blood loss than expected...
...which supports post-mortem gunshots.
Well, in that case, let's go pick up the actual killer, shall we?
It's kind of obvious now, isn't it? A shooting is a crime of planning.
That's Max. He built an entire fleet of planes with his hands.
- But a blow to the head.... - Crime of passion.
A lot of emotions in that interrogation room yesterday.
The jilted husband, Sean Meyers. I felt his pain.
Meyers said he didn't know his wife was having an affair with victim.
Maybe he was lying. What about his alibi?
He alibied out for the 1 a.m. shooting, but a head blow would've occurred earlier.
It's like watching a symphony orchestra come together.
Bad River Bridge.
Sean Meyers's cell phone server got a fix on his signal around here.
Why would he come out here?
Van Pelt talked to the apartment manager, he heard a couple fighting.
Betsy got in her car, Sean took off after her. She could be his next victim.
Well, that's one theory.
BETSY: Get back! SEAN: Betsy!
BESTY: Stay away from me! SEAN: Get over here!
Okay.
We're with the CBI. What's going on here?
They were up there when we arrived.
Can't tell yet. Looks like an attempted assault.
- He's gonna reach her soon. SEAN: Betsy!
We may have to shoot to stop him.
Get back! Stay away from me!
Betsy!
Shoot him, you'll have two victims.
She just went up there to see about jumping. He's trying to save her.
Can I use that?
[HONKS]
Um, Betsy.
If you're gonna jump, make sure to dive headfirst.
- Hey. - Jane.
From that height, you'll shatter bones and suffer massive internal injuries.
Make sure you dive headfirst.
I just want this all to end now!
I know.
What do I have to live for?
Uh, nothing. Your husband killed Henry Dahl.
He's going to prison.
You killed Henry?
He was gonna hurt you.
You did that for me, baby?
[WHIMPERS]
I got you.
Well, ain't love grand? Thank you.
Yeah, she was never gonna jump anyway. Just wanted the attention.
I found the e-mails on her laptop two weeks ago.
My entire world fell apart.
I couldn't lose Betsy, I just couldn't.
When Henry got out of prison, I went to the motel...
...but I went to talk with him.
DAHL: I'm a free man now.
Means free love too.
- She's married. - I'll share her with you. I don't mind.
You learn to share in lockdown.
Where are my damn cigarettes?
I'll pay you. I'll give you money to stay away from Betsy.
How much?
I've got 3200 saved.
[LAUGHS]
I've got millions coming my way once the state reimburses me...
...for all that time in jail.
Sorry.
I plan on having a little fun with your wife.
Maybe I'll slash her throat...
...like I did the last one.
Damn. Those cigarettes.
[GROANS]
I just wanted to protect her.
This is all my fault. I'm so sorry.
All right, time to go.
I'll write you every day.
I suppose from your perspective, it's a shame...
...that neither man will serve any real time.
Will they not?
Well, who knows who really killed Henry Dahl?
Well, the prosecution will say Sean Meyers.
- He struck him in the head. - Ah. But did he kill him?
Max may well have lied to protect himself. Maybe Dahl was still alive.
Max's attorneys point the finger at Sean, Sean's attorneys point at Max...
...and in the end, they both walk. Yep, that could happen.
Maybe we could save a lot of time and money and let them both walk now.
- The killer did get what he deserved. - That's common sense.
But, uh, common sense carries very little weight in the DA's office.
Pity.
- What you doing there, Rigsby? - Nothing.
- Trying to light the candle with his mind. - No, I wasn't.
That one of those candles Jane used on the show? I know how he did that.
- Oh, yeah? - A candle wick dipped...
...in liquid phosphorous will burst into flame when it dries.
The oxygen hits the phosphorous.
Jane dipped the kid's candle before he gave it to him.
Now, the real trick, though, is in the timing, which Jane nailed.
- Hey. Where we going for lunch today? O'LOUGHLIN: Napa.
Nice. Bye, guys.
Excuse me, Patrick, I was looking for you.
It seems they're gonna drop the attempted murder charge.
Evidence tampering is another matter...
...but my attorney's gonna work out a deal for probation.
- Well, that's very good for Jackson. - Yeah.
I'm told that somebody high up in your office was influential with the DA.
Eh, wasn't me. Good to see you.
Well, I brought you a gift anyway.
Oh, listen, thank you, but I--
- Please. - I can't.
Please.
Okay.
- Can I open it now? - No.
- Was it worth it? - Was what worth it?
The man that killed your wife no longer exists.
The time you took pursuing him, the pain, the sacrifice, was it worth it?
Yes, it was.
Thank you.
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