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(Woman) There we go.
What a good baby.
What a good baby boy.
What a good baby boy.
Yes.
Yes, I know.
You like that butterfly?
Huh?
Huh? You like
that butterfly?
I could be late again.
I'm gonna leave a check
for this week
in the kitchen, okay?
Okay.
Hey.
Hey.
Now you repeat
after me, little man--
I will not throw food
at Tina again.
(Coos)
Well, I tried.
Oh, don't worry.
He's a good boy.
Like his father.
Here we go.
Want a piece of cracker? Hey.
Yes.
(Knock on door)
(Exhales)
I'm Agent Jurmain.
This is Agent Weber.
We're gonna be
your ride today.
Uh
Come on.
Hey, rules are rules.
(Handcuffs click)
Hey.
He's a cop.
Not in front of his kid.
All right.
Let's go.
(Phone ringing in distance)
Agent LaRoche.
Lisbon.
Jane.
Hmm, yes.
The man
that watches the watchmen.
How's tricks?
You tell me.
Oh, you'll get nothing
from me, copper.
I'm no rat.
My team and I will cooperate
in any way we can.
We've got
nothing to hide.
Just better things
to do with our day.
(Footsteps approach)
Ah.
The man of the hour.
Excuse me.
You're excused.
If I don't like
what you have to say,
you could walk out of this room
charged with ***.
Do you understand that?
Yes.
Very well.
(Clicks)
Let's begin with your arrival
in Carson Springs
a week ago.
I got the call
around 3:00 in the morning.
It was a shooting death
on the edge of town.
I arrived about 5:00 a.
m.
Jane and Lisbon were
around 20 minutes behind.
(Police radio chatter)
What have we got?
Victim's name is Andy Huff.
Found three shotgun shells
over there.
Nice ride.
It's perfectly restored
except for the pellet holes.
Does he live nearby?
He lives downtown.
He's a barber.
Owns his own shop.
It's a strange place to stop.
Yeah, the local P.
D.
says the city has
a pretty big drug trade.
Couple big gangs run it.
The Overtons
and the, uh
Low-Riders
have the town split in two.
Doesn't look
like a gang member.
He's got
no record, either.
Customer maybe?
Drug deal gone wrong?
We should ask
the other guy.
The other guy?
What other guy?
A towel's missing.
Our towel thief.
Another victim,
or it's the shooter?
Beats me.
(Clicking)
We've got a wounded man
who's left the scene.
Alert the local hospitals
to be on the lookout
for a gunshot victim.
The attack was hours ago.
Whoever it was
could be miles from here.
Wounded people,
they don't want to run.
They, uh, want to hide.
This is the California
Bureau of Investigation!
We know you're in there!
(Man) Go away!
I got a gun,
and I will shoot!
Uh, I'm gonna be back here.
I'm coming in!
Rigsby!
Throw out your weapon.
Now!
You go straight to hell.
Dad.
What the hell
did you do, Dad?
(Releases hammer)
Hello to you, too, son.
Original Air Date on October 21, 2012
We have dealt
with your father before.
Last time, I felt that you
weren't being honest with me.
Your father is a criminal.
A violent felon.
Smuggling.
Narcotics.
Manslaughter.
Yes.
One time sergeant-at-arms
of the Iron Gods motorcycle gang.
Yes.
Served time in Lompoc, San Quentin
(Monitor beeping)
Pelican Bay.
Yes.
Did you know
that he was living
in the Carson Springs area?
I heard he'd moved.
Didn't know where.
Had your relationship
with your father changed?
What relationship?
(Woman speaking indistinctly
over P.
A.
)
How is he?
He's stabilized.
We put four units
of blood in him.
He's got a couple dozen
shotgun pellets in him.
Most of them
shouldn't be a problem
unless he walks
through a metal detector.
Most of them?
There's a pellet
close to his heart,
lodged in his pericardium.
There's a chance
it could fall out.
If it does, it could cause
cardiac arrest or a stroke.
Well, can you get to it?
Open-heart surgery
is too great a risk,
especially in his condition.
Hopefully, scar tissue
will cover it,
and he'll be fine.
Is there anything
that can help?
Quiet life,
low heart rate.
He should invest
in a good easy chair.
Avoid excitement.
Smoking.
Drinking.
Hard living.
Great.
Uh, can I ask him
a few questions?
Yeah.
Both of us.
(Monitor beeping steadily)
How do you feel?
Well, they got
some high-grade dope here.
I'm fine as may wine.
Good.
That's great.
You know, you should have seen
the look on your face
when you found me
in that shack.
Looked scared as hell.
Yeah, well, I was.
I am.
You nearly died.
Mnh-mnh.
Not me.
I'm going
when I say I go.
What happened, Dad?
Nothing.
Forget about it.
Ain't no big deal.
So tell me.
Boy or girl?
How'd you know?
Well, I ain't
that far out of the loop.
Cousin Katie.
She told me
you were expecting.
His name's Ben.
Is this little Ben's mama
over here?
She's purty.
No.
This, uh,
this is my boss.
I'm Agent Lisbon.
Why don't you tell us
what happened, Mr.
Rigsby?
I gotta tell you,
I could not work
for a beautiful woman like you.
It's way too distracting.
You dating anyone
right now, honey?
Both you and the victim
were hit with shotgun pellets.
Your pistol hadn't been fired,
so you're not
a suspect right now.
You can tell us
what happened.
Years ago, I'd have probably
been too much for you.
Hell, I'd have broke you.
Now, the circumstances,
I bet we move
just about the same speed.
Dad, this is serious.
You've been shot.
You need to understand
there's no more time for--
You need to understand
that I don't need you
or any other government ***
fixing my problems for me.
What about Andy Huff?
He's dead.
Well, then he doesn't
need anything.
The vic's business partner
should be at CBI by now.
We can talk to her,
try to get some leads.
- Rigsby.
- Yeah?
Jane and I are gonna
go talk to the barber.
You're not
working this case.
Please, boss,
I gotta do something.
You can stay here
or you can go home.
No way.
I'm not staying here.
I didn't give you
a choice.
It's okay.
Go home.
See your kid.
Okay.
We just want to find
whoever it is that killed him,
Ms.
Stewart.
People call me Stew.
Like that matters right now.
Call me whatever.
(Inhales, exhales)
Sorry.
This is a lot
to take in.
Did you know Huff well?
Yeah.
Grew up
in Carson Springs.
We managed to stay
out of the gangs and the drugs.
That put us in the minority.
It's a rough town.
Oh, you have no idea.
Uh we both went
to barber school.
We were buddies,
so going into business
together was just a no-brainer.
This is
who Huff was with.
He's an ex-con
with a violent record.
Have you seen him before?
No.
Killer wounded him,
but didn't go after him
when he ran away.
Like he wasn't the target.
So?
Well, we just told you
that your business partner
was driving around
with a violent criminal,
and you didn't blink.
Why not?
(Sighs)
I really don't
wanna get involved.
Just tell us
what you know.
You don't have to be
involved past that.
Samantha.
Please tell us
what happened.
Family troubles,
I guess.
We don't have any
living relatives on record.
Tom Overton
was his father.
You know, the Overtons?
Overtons run Carson Springs.
Half of it, anyway.
And Tom Overton
ran the family.
He died a long time ago
of cancer.
Was Huff
in the family business?
No.
No way.
Um, his mom was just
a kid when she had him,
and as soon as she saw what kind
of man Tom Overton was,
she wouldn't have
nothing to do with him.
She raised him on her own
without a penny
of Overton money.
She raised him honest.
Is she dead, as well?
Car crash.
None of the Overtons
even showed up at the funeral,
so no,
he wasn't close with them.
But he couldn't
escape them, either?
It's family.
I mean, you know
how that is.
D.
A.
sent over
what they could.
They've got a thick file
on Carson Springs.
The Overtons have been selling
illegal substances in town
since prohibition.
Now they focus on illegal
prescriptions and ***.
But they're not alone.
These days,
they own half the city.
The east side belongs to
a gang called the Low-Riders,
that came along
in the '80s.
The river
that runs through town
is the border
between their turfs.
(Lisbon) That seems
very orderly.
The D.
E.
A.
says the two gangs
fought a war
about ten years ago.
People died.
About 30.
Including the Overton boss.
Cutting the town in two
was the only way
they would come to peace.
It's been quiet
for a long time.
Huff and Steve were attacked
in Low-Rider territory.
Maybe the Low-Riders
saw him as, uh, an Overton,
decided to take him out.
His partner said that he had
nothing to do with the family,
and I believe her.
Maybe they don't care.
All's fair in war.
What war?
It's been quiet
between the two gangs lately.
Why shoot someone now?
Let's go ask them.
We don't have
enough information.
Local cops say there's a gym
where a lot of the younger
gang members hang out.
Maybe we can
learn something there.
Give it a shot.
Cho, you and Jane go
and talk to Steve Rigsby.
He could be tied in
with one of these gangs.
Think he'll talk?
No,
but Jane
might not need him to.
So can you tell me if the feud
between the Low-Riders
and the Overtons is heating up?
Anything?
Sorry, lady.
We're not allowed to talk
gang business in the gym.
It's neutral ground.
Hey, knucklehead.
You bothering this lady?
Can I help you?
Grace Van Pelt, CBI.
I'm working a case
that might have a gang angle.
Just looking
for some more information.
Fletcher Moss.
Nice to meet you.
Hey.
Andy Huff
was murdered last night.
It's all over town.
I heard that.
That's terrible.
What happened?
That's what
we're looking into.
We're told you have a pretty
good handle on the scene here.
Any insights?
Well, you know, I heard
that he was a nice guy,
uh, he was a civilian.
How come this place
is neutral ground?
Well, I started this place
about two years ago
with one rule--no gangs.
I was in gang life
as a kid.
I had to get shot
and go to prison
to knock some sense
into me, but, uh,
I don't know.
I figure
this is a better way.
Were you an Overton
or a low-rider?
Neither.
I was a Cobra.
Ancient history.
Andy was on Low-Rider turf
when he died.
You think they would have
shot him just for being there?
You know, back in the day
when those guys were tearing
the town apart, I'd say yeah.
But now it doesn't make
much sense.
Unless the Low-Riders
are looking
to start the war up again.
You know, the Overtons
have better customers,
they got better turf,
less trouble.
Low-Riders may want it all.
Hmm.
I hate the smell
of hospitals.
Everybody does.
Bad smells, bad memories.
That's because the memory
is right next to the smell box
inside your brain.
Nothing makes you remember
like a smell.
Oh.
(Sighs)
Maybe they're doing
tests or something.
Yeah, I don't think so.
Excuse me.
Can I help you?
There was a man
attached to this needle.
Have you seen him?
How does a man
in his condition
walk out of a hospital
without being noticed?
He grabbed some clothes
from the man in the next room
and he walked out the door.
That's my dad.
And so Lisbon invited you
back on the case?
No, she didn't invite me.
She was reluctant,
but I insisted,
and she warned me
to be very careful.
I-I want that clear.
Go on.
I took Cho,
and we went
to look for him.
I talked to
some biker buddies
and an old girlfriend.
Ah, yes.
That would be the woman
called "Rocket"?
Yes.
She had heard from him.
Dad wanted to see her.
He was waiting for her
in a bar in Carson Springs,
but she was scared,
so I went instead.
You went?
Where was Cho?
We--
I thought it was more likely
that he would come quietly
if I was alone.
He doesn't like cops.
Doesn't like anyone much.
(Blaze Foley's
"Cold, Cold World" playing)
Outside it was hot
but inside I was cold ♪
(Door closes)
(Pool balls clatter)
Hey.
Let's go.
I'm taking you
back to the hospital.
Damn.
You can
never trust a woman.
Let's go.
Look,
you can sit down
or you can get out,
but I'm good here.
Listen, you need
to be in a hospital.
I don't believe I need
to be doing a damn thing.
You have a shotgun pellet
lodged in your heart.
It could come loose
at any time.
(Snickers) You're just
like your mother.
Worry, worry, worry.
I thought you'd be out there
looking for the guy
who shot you.
I'd rather sit here
and have another beer.
That's my choice.
Now you make your choice.
But I'm telling you I'm not
leaving here without a fight.
Yeah, well, I ain't
fighting you anymore.
Miss, I'll take a beer.
(Birds chirping)
(Knock on door)
(Ringing)
Hi.
Whatever it is,
we're not buying.
We're not selling.
I'm Agent Lisbon, CBI.
This is Patrick Jane.
(Clicks tongue)
I said we're not interested.
Well, I'd love to
hear that from your boss.
That is a very nice suit
on you.
Very sharp.
Whoa.
Hello.
What's his name?
Brutus.
Brutus.
I'm Sue.
Can I help you?
We wanted to talk to you
about Andy Huff.
And who says I'm your gal?
Well, you're the boss,
aren't you?
Dogs and humans
protect the Alpha.
Don't worry, Rawson.
It's fine.
Come on.
This is my son Kyle.
Very nice to meet you,
ma'am.
Sir.
Hey, Kyle.
Strapping lad.
Your brother Tom,
he never claimed Huff
as his son.
Did you have
any contact with him?
Nope.
Did you kill him?
Now why would I do that?
He was my brother's
He was my brother's blood.
I think the word
you're struggling not to say
is "***.
"
He was
my brother's ***.
And he never wanted
anything to do with me.
I didn't kill him.
And you don't care
that he's dead,
but you do care
that he was murdered.
Appearances are a big thing
in your line of business.
My line of business?
(Laughs)
We own
some dry cleaners.
No, I'm not talking
about that.
(Laughs)
I'm talking
about the drug dealing.
Drug dealing?
I don't--drug
Huff was killed
on Low-Rider turf.
Now are you involved
in some sort of dispute
with the Low-Riders?
I--Low-Riders?
I'm I
You remember them.
They killed your husband.
(Spits)
I'm a businesswoman.
Dry cleaning.
I don't know
who killed Huff,
and I don't know why.
Your rug to dry clean,
I guess.
(Laughs)
(Moss) All right, listen up.
You're going for a knockout
every time, all right?
But the punch that hurts
the most is the one that lands.
You gotta hit 'em more,
not harder.
It's called
the Stockton slap.
The detective's right.
It's called the Stockton slap.
All right, give me
some pushups.
As many as you can do
plus 10.
That's not bad.
You watch the fights?
I've been watching some.
I like how it gets to the point.
Yeah, well, you know,
with gloves and a ref,
it's not a real fight.
In a real fight
Yeah, I know.
I've been in a real fight.
What are you here for,
Detective?
My boss is on her way
to meet the Low-Riders.
I was hoping you could
help me out.
They're led by
a guy named Beltran, right?
That's a bad dude.
Overtons, uh, ran this town
for a long time,
you know, and then little gangs
would pop up here and there,
no threat to them.
But Beltran stood up to them.
So he killed
Sue Overton's husband?
Well, I don't know
who pulled the trigger,
but yeah.
And the Overtons
killed his little brother.
That last war was brutal.
You don't want a sequel.
(Equipment whirring)
(Balls clatter)
We're looking for Beltran.
I didn't do it.
(Video game gunfire on TV)
Do what?
Whatever it is
you think I did.
Somebody killed
a relative of the Overtons.
I sure didn't do that.
He was on your turf.
Maybe you saw Andy Huff,
you wanted to send
a message to the Overtons?
A message?
(Scoffs) I don't know
what you're talking about.
When the Overtons
beat him up,
that was a message.
Question is,
what was it saying?
Those bruises are only
a few days old.
Before the ***.
Was Huff payback
for the beating?
Let's get 'em
out of here.
Calm down, Joey.
I made a mistake.
I trusted the Overtons.
My guy paid for it.
But we didn't kill Huff
for any payback.
What does that mean?
We're just talking here?
Yeah, I think.
Yeah, well, there's
a new park in town.
A good place to maybe
set up a market.
You know, maybe we had
a little disagreement about it.
So the Overtons beat up your guy
over the new turf?
I said what I gotta say.
We didn't kill anybody.
Not last night.
You ever thought about just
sitting down with Sue Overton?
Having a cup of tea,
little chat?
Look, in the last war,
the Overtons
killed my little brother.
I heard that woman Sue
ordered the hit,
so, no, I am not interested
in sitting down with her, ever.
I don't want anything
to do with those people.
But if the Overtons
go to war with you,
then you're--you're ready
to jump right in there?
Hell, man
can't be no punk.
(Laughs)
Right?
All right.
I'm down.
He doesn't want to.
Somebody killed Huff
to start the feud back up.
We better do something
or this town's gonna get
real bloody real fast.
What do you think?
Did Beltran kill Huff
to provoke the Overtons,
or did Sue do it
to have an excuse
to attack the Low-Riders?
- Neither.
- What do you mean, "neither"?
Well, Sue doesn't want
to fight this war.
Neither does Beltran,
but they both will fight it.
The question is, why?
No, it's, who?
(Blaze Foley's
"Cold, Cold World" playing)
Again? Really?
You don't like it, put your own
damn quarter in the machine.
So you're not going
after the guy who shot you?
Maybe I'm waiting for him here.
Or maybe you don't
know who he is.
Don't I?
No.
You don't.
You'd already be out there
hunting him down.
That's your code.
I don't know anything.
All I saw
were flashes in the dark.
Why were you there?
Eh, somebody called Huff.
Said they were gonna
burn down his barbershop
if he didn't come.
Kid got scared,
so I went to help him.
That's all I know.
Thank you.
Let's see some pictures.
Mm.
The eyes of the young
met the eyes of the old ♪
(Laughs)
- Who's the mom?
- We're split up.
Team was working a case.
I faked my own death.
She got mad.
It's it's complicated.
There's more pictures
if you wanna just
I know how to use it.
It's a hell of a thing.
Yeah, it is.
I look at him
and I feel like the--
well
Don't go too easy
on him.
No parenting advice.
Thanks.
What do you got
to complain about?
I did my job.
(Scoffs)
You did your job?
That's right.
You're still here.
You're a man of respect.
You walk around all over
the place with a legit weapon.
You got a handsome son.
I did a good job.
Yeah.
I suppose when you look
at it like that.
Damn right.
I could have drowned you
at birth.
(Scoffs)
Let's go.
Go where?
I wanna see my grandson.
Uh
Okay, yeah.
We could do that.
You're gonna have to
buy these beers.
(Rigsby) Huh.
I'm paying, huh?
Hey, call 911.
Right now.
Dad.
(Grunting)
Hold on.
No.
Fight it.
Dad.
Fight.
You fight it.
(Grunts)
No!
(Panting)
Ain't it
a cold, cold world? ♪
(Phones ringing in distance)
Wayne.
Rigsby,
I am so sorry.
Thanks.
We are gonna find
whoever did this.
Trust me.
Yeah.
You're on bereavement leave,
starting now.
We'll give you a call
if we catch a break in the case.
Okay.
Thanks, everyone.
Hey.
I know what you wanna do.
You can't do it.
If I got shot, he would have
found the man
who pulled the trigger
and taken care of it.
You didn't like growing up
with a dad in jail?
Ben wouldn't like it, either.
(Bell dings)
I'm sorry.
Cho's right.
Leave it to us.
Hey.
Hey.
Van Pelt said that there's
no other big gangs in town.
The Overtons and the Low-Riders
drove them out of business.
Who told her that?
Some guy that runs a gym.
He pulls gang members
off the street.
Let me guess--
is he a former crook made good?
Yeah, I guess so.
We should
pay him a visit.
Maybe she's not
asking him the right questions.
When you step in that cage,
you'll be fighting
for your life.
I'm not gonna
put you in that cage
unless you're properly armed.
These are your weapons.
Right now, I'm teaching you
how to fire your weapons.
Pop-pop-pop.
Pop-pop-pop.
Three-round burst.
There you go.
Get your shoulder up.
Get the shoulder up
on the jab.
There you go.
Come on.
Give me some.
Fletcher Moss?
Hi, I'm Agent Lisbon
with the CBI.
This is Patrick Jane.
Hey.
How you doing?
Good.
Agent Van Pelt said
you were really helpful.
What can I do for you?
Well, it's quite
a setup you have here.
Yeah, you know, I'm just
trying to give these guys
a little place to go
before they get in too deep.
We think Huff's death might
trigger another war
between the Overtons
and the Low-Riders.
Is there
a third player in town
that might be behind it?
Well, those
Well, actually,
we're thinking--
well, I'm--I'm thinking,
someone ought to just sit down
with these two gangs
and have them talk it out.
What do you say?
That's nuts.
Low-Riders killed
Sue's husband.
Overtons killed
Beltran's little brother.
Those guys
hate each other.
They're not sitting down
across from each other, ever.
This gym is neutral territory,
right?
So what if we held
the meeting here?
But they're not talking,
so you'd be wasting your time.
It's worth a try.
If I can arrange it,
would you be okay if we held
that meeting right here?
It'd save a lot of lives.
Go ahead.
Thank you.
What was that about?
We need to get back
to the Overtons.
Uh, actually, I'll go alone.
You're a little too cop.
Too cop?
Van Pelt.
Yeah.
I need to get something
delivered to Carson Springs.
No, doesn't matter
what it is,
as long as it's big, heavy,
and on the back of a truck.
Okay.
Call me when
you're done.
Bye.
I thought we'd said
our piece to each other.
And I thought it was about time
we started talking straight.
I have a proposition.
There's a Low-Rider
that's ready to give up
his gang to the CBI.
Whole gang.
But he needs to know that when
the other Low-Riders go down,
you will give him a job.
Why should I trust you
well, I'm not asking you
to do anything illegal,
I'm just saying
you'll give the guy a job.
Doing what, I don't--
I don't need to know.
This is a bunch of crap.
The Low-Riders have ordered
a substantial supply of guns.
The supplier's supposed to
arrive at noon today.
What kind of guns?
I don't know.
I-I know nothing about guns.
All I'm asking is that
you check it out.
If the information is correct,
you give this guy a shot.
I want to meet him.
I want to see
this informant in the flesh.
Yes, well, that could
be difficult.
I want to meet him,
or there's no deal!
Okay.
Well
Well, I will see
what I can do.
Check out this gun business.
From a distance.
(Exhales)
It's 12:30.
They're not
getting any shipment.
So that cop
wasn't on the level?
He seem
on the level to you?
No.
This is a waste of time.
(Engine starts)
Son of a ***.
There it is.
Call Sue.
Let her know.
(Clicks gearshift)
Okay.
So they're out there.
They're spying on me.
So what?
Well, it means our informant
in the Overtons
is telling the truth.
So he's part of their family?
(Video game gunfire on TV)
And he'll give them all up
as long as I promise
to hook him up afterwards?
That's the deal.
I want to meet him.
Uh, I don't know.
Then forget it.
Okay.
Well, I'll see
what I can do.
Hey, boss.
There's some dude out back
with a flatbed
full of scrap metal.
What?
(Cell phone chimes)
Oop.
I gotta take that.
I, uh
I'll set up the meeting
and I'll get back to you, okay?
Hey, guys!
Glad you could make it.
Follow me.
This better not be
a waste of my time.
(Hammer clicks)
We're not off
to the greatest of starts.
What are you doing here?
Has it started yet?
It's happening right now.
You should be at home.
I'm here.
You sure?
Yeah.
They should all be
in the office by now.
Thanks.
All right.
Everybody
settle down.
We're not
gonna do this here.
I thought you said
you were gonna bust them.
Yeah, well, uh, I-I told them
exactly the same thing
about you.
Uh, big lie on my part.
I'm sorry.
Just needed to get the two
of you in a room together.
Why?
To stop the feud
before anyone else gets killed.
You know Moss?
Listen, my gym
is neutral ground.
You're safe here.
He's very good at talking kids
out of making dumb decisions,
and, let's face it,
you guys are acting
like a couple of kids.
A sit-down.
That's the idea.
Give it a try.
If it doesn't work,
go nuts,
shoot each other
all you like,
just not when I'm there.
What the hell?
(Lisbon) Let's go.
Okay.
You lie, woman.
That park was open turf.
Then we send my guys
down there,
your boys jumped him.
Open turf?
That park is mine.
So you paid a price
for trespassing,
and you kill my nephew
for payback?
I know for a fact you pulled
that trigger yourself.
You are
one crazy old lady.
You *** could never
learn your place.
- I have given you the east--
- You ain't given me nothing!
Okay?
Who told you I pulled
the trigger on your nephew?
This isn't how you do it.
We're here to talk
about peace,
not dwell
on he said/she said.
Let's--let's dwell on it.
It's all very good.
You're doing a lot
of talking,
you're not doing
a lot of listening.
Let's take
the park situation.
Beltran, you said
that it was open turf.
Who told you that?
I got my sources.
Well, in this case,
your source was wrong, huh?
Who's your source?
That's none of
your business.
And who told you for a fact
that Beltran killed Huff?
Damn.
Son of a ***.
Bingo.
Now when you two
criminal geniuses
are done killing each other,
Mr.
Moss here
and his new gang
are ready to take over.
(Beltran) Son of a ***.
You killed my nephew,
and you blamed it on Beltran.
Son of a ***!
You've got this wrong.
I wouldn't do that
if I were you.
Drop the weapon!
(Groans)
Police!
Drop the weapon!
Do it now!
I can't move, man.
(Breathing heavily)
I can't feel my arms.
Please get me some help.
Help me.
Please help me.
I said I can't move!
Aah!
(Grunts)
Steven Rigsby says "hi.
"
(Exhales)
Hmm.
You'll get my report
when I'm finished.
Until then, you will continue
with your paid suspension.
You're free to go.
You're gonna
regret this someday.
What?
Well, this.
This paperwork.
Every night you just
file it and forget it.
You know--you know
what it's like?
It's like cooking
a beautiful meal
and putting it straight
in the refrigerator
forever.
You could help.
No, I couldn't.
So what's your report
gonna say?
It will say that Agent Rigsby
acted appropriately
and with sound judgment
when he used lethal force
against Moss.
Good work.
You got away with it.
Me?
Well, I can't make a case,
but you chose a remote
location for the meeting,
you set up a situation
where Moss had to flee.
And there, by chance,
was Rigsby.
(Laughs)
Well, I'm--I'm flattered.
You--you flatter me,
but, uh,
I can't
take credit for that.
Moss didn't have to run.
I would have
brought him in.
The plan did require Moss to put
his own head in the noose.
Small gamble
Jane had to make
to keep everyone's
hands clean.
Moss fired his gun.
So you all say.
And of course, Moss
can't tell his version.
And now Rigsby has taken
perfectly legal revenge
against the man
who killed his father.
Do you think
it will affect him?
Well, I think it's better
to regret something you did
than something you
didn't do.
Perhaps.
I suppose Rigsby
will never know.
Agent Lisbon,
my report will reflect
that you made a mistake
in calling
Agent Rigsby to the scene.
An error in judgment.
Yes, sir, it was.
Yeah, Lisbon
didn't call Rigsby.
I did.
Jane.
Of course you did.
Agent Lisbon, your instincts
to protect your team
are admirable.
And your biggest flaw.
Yes, well, we all
have our flaws.
Don't we, Agent LaRoche?
(Blaze Foley's
"Cold, Cold World" playing)
"I might have to leave you" ♪
I think is what she said ♪
(Crying)
I wish I could sleep ♪
'stead of tossing in bed ♪
I can find myself thinking
that I'd rather be dead ♪
(Whispers) It's okay.
'Cause ain't it ♪
It's okay.
a cold, cold world? ♪
ain't it
a cold, cold world? ♪
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