04x08 - Pink Tops

[bunniefuu]

Omar.

Hey.

Excuse...

Hey. Muevete, idiota!

Let me go!

What are you, blind? I'm sorry.

You look, uh, marginally rested.

I was hoping I'd actually get to REM sleep tonight.

Look—there's another detective here.

Maybe you can go back to bed.

That's weird. Sac PD called for help on this.

You two CBI?

Yeah, I'm Teresa Lisbon. This is Patrick Jane.

Sergeant Henderson. Just holding down the scene till you arrived.

I was in the neighborhood.

Two sh*ts to the head. No purse or ID on the victim.

The car's registered to a Yolanda Herrera.

Any witnesses?

No, but these officers responded to an anonymous tip, so somebody had to see something.

It's from, uh, Luxure. It's a, uh, club down the street.

She wouldn't be the first club head I've seen done in by her dealer.

Mm. I applaud your certainty, but I don't think it's that cut and dried.

She got the clothes right, but look at her hands.

Short nails... very sloppy paint job.

Maybe she was in a rush.

Doubtful. Free pass to the champagne room requires very careful attention to detail.

You gotta be joking, huh?

I work these streets. I know a club girl when I see one.

Apparently not, because you missed a small bruise on her left ankle. I'm guessing she turned her ankle trying to walk in these shoes.

And her arms are very well muscled.

Lisbon, correct me if I'm wrong— that appears to be a sports bra she's wearing.

I don't know. Probably. What are you getting at?

Well, your club girl here was in a disguise—

And what was her game?

Is this really productive?

You knew her.

No, I didn't.

Your voice just pitched a little higher, just like when you said you happened to be in the neighborhood.

Is he right?

Did you know the victim?

Of course not. That's ridiculous.

Aha! I know who this woman— this Okay. I'm here.

Hey, what the hell is going on?

Yolanda Herrera is an undercover cop.

That's exactly what I was gonna say.

Yeah, big whoop for you, smart ass.

No one can know that.

It'll only make it more dangerous for the next cop we put out there.

You're not known for your management skills, are you?

Work the case. I'll help you where I can.

But Yoli's identity must remain confidential.

And keep this circus act under control, got it?

Got it. Yeah.

Wha—

Disappointing, Lisbon.

I thought you might push back a little.

Guy called me a "circus act".

Hey. The man is grieving. You push back.

Okay, I will.

Don't you dare.

Okay. Said that I could.

I take it back.

All right.

Okay?

I need a little rest.

Yolanda Concepcion was her real name, but everyone called her "Yoli."

She leaves behind a family— husband, two young children.

She's a valuable member of my Narcotics Task Force.

What was she doing out here tonight?

Well, she's supposed to be at the club, getting friendly with a dealer named Omar Vega.

He's a major player here in South Sac.

We think his crew is behind a recent rise in crime around here.

You think Vega made her cover?

Too early to tell.

But he's popped people for a lot less than being undercover cops.

Okay. We'll start at the club. Thanks.

Jane, meet me at Luxure.

What?

I can't hear you!

Still can't hear you!

Bye!

Jane!

Oh, hey, Lisbon!

Meet Vince Candide. He's our host.

He's a womanizing buffoon, but I think you'll be amused by his presumption.

What?

Huh?

He...

This is... he...

Have you seen this woman?

What about Omar Vega?

Who?

Omar Vega!

Sorry. I gotta go run the place.

He can't hear!

Thanks, Vince!

If Vega's here, he's over there.

Thank you.

Ah, that's more like it.

Pardon me, have you seen Omar Vega?

You're never gonna find him like that.

What do we got here?

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your attention.

My colleague over there in her not-here-to-party clothes is five-o.

Yeah, CBI.

She's looking for Omar Vega.

I have $500 in this pocket for whoever can point him out.

That's 500 big ones just to use your pointy finger.

And then we'll take it from there.

Thank you. Party on.

Subtle.

But effective. He's over by the bar.

You're the man no one wants to look at, so I'm guessing you're Mr. Vega.

I like your swagger.

Well, thank you.

We're investigating a m*rder.

No need. I know what Yoli looks like.

I hear she got popped. Shame.

Was Yoli at the club tonight?

You know the answer to that, or you wouldn't be here.

Did you talk to her?

Yeah. Maybe.

What did you talk about?

Foolishness.

She's just another haina from the neighborhood trying to get my attention.

Hmm.

And did she get your attention?

Did you take her outside?

No, ma'am, I did not.

I've been here all night. Please, ask around.

No need. He's telling the truth.

Mm. I've got nothing to hide.

Well, that's not entirely true.

You're hiding profound anger.

Is that right?

Mm. Mm-hmm.

The tension in your jawline gives it away.

What is it that's bothering you?

It's not a woman. I don't think you care enough.

Not global warming. What is it you covet most?

Money? No.

Respect.

This is a question of respect.

Someone disrespected you, didn't they?

How? What did they do to you?

Keep guessing, Pinstripes.

Pinstripes.

Ma'am...

Are we done?

Yes, we're done... sir.

Interesting.

Yeah.

I like the "Pinstripes."

Vega took control of South Sac in less than a year.

His competitors didn't agree to work with him.

They ended up like this.

Yeah, I could see how that could be persuasive.

No criminal record?

Vega's brutal and smart.

Always one step ahead of us.

Ran his organization like a terror cell.

Everyone knows just what they need to get the job done.

So his hands stay clean.

What was Yoli's assignment?

To find Vega's current base of operation.

It's always changing.

So we've got our work cut out for us.

Rigsby, where are we at with suspects?

None that we can find.

I got a copy of the 9-1-1 call. Tip came from a pay phone three blocks away from the crime scene.

9-1-1, what's your emergency?

Um, yeah, there's a dead chick on Kennon near 4th in case you're interested.

Are there cameras near that phone?

None.

Got a hit on one of the victims' missing credit cards.

A room charge was made this morning at a downtown hotel.

Take Rigsby. Yoli's cell phone was missing, too, right?

Yeah, but the carrier hasn't received a signal since last night.

Whoever took the phone powered it down or pulled the battery.

Stay on it.

Have you talked to the family yet?

I'm headed there now.

What do they know about Yoli's assignment?

Nothing. It's an ongoing investigation, so they can't.

Understood.

I told her not to get involved in this undercover crap.

Desk jobs have benefits. They pay good enough.

It was one of these drug dealers, wasn't it?

I'm afraid I can't talk about that now.

Still? Are you kidding me?

What does it matter now?

My wife's al—

She's the greatest mother in the world.

Hello there.

Who is it? Hi.

Rafi?

Rafi? Rafi?

Oh, there you are. I got him. Sorry about that, Lalo.

This is Elvia, Yoli's cousin.

She moved in a couple months ago to help out with the kids.

He's a beautiful boy.

He doesn't know yet.

How do you tell a little kid that he's not gonna see his mom again?

Did she talk to you about her work?

No. But I barely knew what Yoli was doing on a daily basis.

I'm sorry. Why are we doing this?

To bring your wife's m*rder to justice for you and your family.

Justice?

You really think that my kids are gonna care when some cr*ck dealer goes down for this?

They lost their mother. I lost my wife.

For what?

w*r on dr*gs?

Give me a break.

That's a nice tune.

Oh! Ooh.

Didn't mean to startle you. I'm sorry.

What—what's cooking?

Spaghetti. It's for the kids' lunch.

You and Yoli must have been very close to help out with the family like this.

Yeah. We were like sisters.

Really? I don't think so.

What?

The humming.

I hum. So what?

Well, humming— it's like comfort food.

Takes us back to the breast.

And you are the mom of the family now, aren't you?

Deep down, you're glad she's dead.

What the hell kind of cop are you? !

Jane? What's going on?

I was just about to ask Elvia what she was doing at Luxure last night.

The faded stamp on your wrist. I have one just like it.

You followed Yoli while she was working?

It's—

Elvia, what were you thinking?

I swear to God, if you did anything to get her k*lled...

Why did you follow her?

Uh, she has a little thing for Lalo.

What—what are you talking about?

I think she should explain.

Yoli didn't deserve you.

Look, I-I...

What I found in her jeans when I was doing the wash more than once.

Condoms. Yoli was on the pill.

That's why I went to the club last night— to see who she was sleeping with.

What did you see?

Nothing.

I—she was in a rush to get out of there, and texting somebody, but I lost her.

We're gonna need you to come down to the office, make a full statement.

Might as well pack your things before you go.

What?

You're not coming back in this house.

B-but...

I went there for you, Lalo!

Whoa.

A little more salt, but that's pretty good.

Kids are gonna love that.

A charge was made here this morning from a stolen credit card.

Let me guess— husband on the prowl?

k*ller on the run.

Oh.

Uh, here we go.

One american breakfast, three Bloody Marys delivered to room 618.

Thank you.

Who's there?

Police. Open the door.

Just a minute!

Please don't sh**t.

It's okay. I got it.

Get up. Come on.

Can you pass me a hand towel?

Step out of the bathroom, please.

I swear to God, I've never seen that woman before in my life.

Oh, shush.

Put that thing away. What are you, a maniac?

You could hurt someone.

So, Summer, I need you to tell me why you were making charges on a m*rder victim's credit card hours after her death.

Cho... that's Korean, right?

I also need you to explain how you came into possession of that card.

Bad back, huh?

Yeah.

I can tell.

Is there anything I can do to make it any better?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Look, I don't know anything about any dead chick.

Um, yeah, there's a dead chick on Kennon near 4th in case you're interested.

Wow. You're way more slick than the trolls that usually bust my butt.

Did you sh**t the victim?

No!

Did you see who did?

I heard sh*ts. I ran to help. She was already dead.

At least I called it in.

You ran to help?

Why wouldn't I? Poor thing.

You took the victim's credit cards.

This is about Omar Vega, isn't it?

What do you know about Vega?

I know that your dead girl was hanging with him.

I also know that I have an 18-hour window with a stolen card, but you made it there in record time.

You're after someone big.

Look, I know things.

Maybe we could make a deal.

What do you got?

What's your deal?

You give me something useful, I'll drop the theft charge.

Pinkie swear?

Fine.

Vega just got his ass handed to him.

The Perry boys raided one of his stash houses a couple days ago. Cleaned out all his coke.

How much?

Like ten keys, maybe more.

The Perry boys.

Yeah. The Perry boys.

Vega needs more product and revenge fast, or else his customers are gonna be lost and, uh, he'll lose respect.

I bet you just doodle in that thing, don't you?

So... that's enough to get me out of here, right?

I'll let you know.

So? Do you like her for the m*rder?

No, but I like her.

What do you got?

Uh, text messages from the victim's cell phone.

Yoli's cousin said she was sending a text when she was leaving the club.

What was the last text she sent before she was m*rder*d?

Uh, "On my way. Open the champagne.

Our favorite hotel? " Sounds personal.

Very personal. Who's it to?

Uh, prepaid phone. No record of the owner.

Her cousin might have been mad about this affair business.

I think we should talk to the boss again.

Excuse me. We're looking for sergeant Henderson's office.

Towards the back on the left.

Thanks.

That Yoli's desk there?

Yeah, that's where she sat.

Oh. Thank you.

I'll catch up with you.

All right. Don't wander off.

Wouldn't dream of it.

The text messages started two weeks ago.

They paint a picture of a pretty wild affair.

Did you know if Yoli was romantically involved with anyone on the job?

I can assure you, agent Lisbon, I keep a tight rein over my undercover officers.

Then how do you explain those texts?

There's pages of them.

These aren't love tweets. These are g*ng codes.

Yoli picked this up when she was surveilling a g*ng a couple months back. Look— see that?

"Champagne" is cocaine, uh, "on her way" is someone's in trouble.

Who uses that code?

Nobody you ever heard of. The Perry boys.

A renegade stick-up outfit. Two brothers and a cousin?

How do you know about them?

I did some research on the Perrys when I found out that they hit Vega's stash house.

Vega was robbed?

Two days before Yoli's m*rder. She didn't tell you about it?

I thought you kept a tight rein on your people.

Look, nothing in Yoli's surveillance reports ever mention the Perrys.

Is it possible that she was working with them— that that's why she didn't tell you about the robbery?

She wouldn't compromise her team that way.

Yoli wasn't dirty.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

'Cause I've got one of my people at her house right now looking for evidence of an affair.

Van Pelt, new marching orders—

I need you to find out if Yoli was on the take or in contact with a g*ng called the Perry boys.

Can I help you?

Oh, I'm sorry. I was trying not to bother you.

But, uh, but since you asked, yes.

Who's that guy?

That's Trey.

Trey. Is—uh, a fellow officer?

Yeah, we all came in the same year.

So you and Yoli must have been close?

That girl was my heart. She was always there for me.

My partner seems to believe that, um, that Yoli was having an affair.

Nah. Yoli would never cheat on Lalo.

Her family found condoms in her pockets more than once.

We all carry 'em.

Never know when you have to waterproof drug samples when you're in the field.

Handy to know.

All right, mama. Nap time is now.

Get in bed.

How much longer is this gonna take?

I don't know.

Just tell me what you're looking for.

Maybe I can speed this up. My kids— they're not gonna go to sleep with you here.

I'm sorry, sir, but I can't discuss the case.

Another robocop. Where do they find you people?

These are all family files.

Did Yoli keep any private records?

A personal journal or diary, maybe?

You can check her computer.

We already did, at work and the laptop at home.

She didn't keep anything important on those.

Too paranoid.

What computer did she use?

Right there.

Excuse me.

It's okay, Rafi.

The lady needs to look at the computer.

She won't be here long.

She'll be gone in a few minutes. Come on, it's okay.

Van Pelt.

Hey, boss.

Did you find anything?

Yoli uploaded photos of a house onto her kids' computer the day before the crime.

The photos link to a foreclosure site that shows the house has been vacant for six months.

The perfect place for the Perrys to hide out.

We're gonna need that address.

Daddy's home.

Hey! You must be Trey.

Hey. I must be. Who am I waving at?

I'm one of the CBI people investigating Yoli's m*rder.

Yeah? On our couch?

Well, you'd be surprised what you can learn.

Really? Like what?

Well, this particular couch, it's very comfortable on the first sit, but, uh, after time, gonna give your back a lot of grief.

Hey, are you ready to go?

Where we going?

Tracking down the Perry boys.

They may have k*lled Yoli.

You want me to come with you?

We got extra vests.

Yeah, probably not my size.

Why don't you wait here for me?

That's a great—I'll wait here.

Hold down the fort. Good luck.

It's a whole new you.

Yeah. Be happy I wasn't out there as a crackhead today.

Props include urine-soaked pants.

Charming.

Uh, are those props, too?

No. These are the real deal.

I was out doing hand-to-hands today.

You know, making buys in different areas, see who the current sellers are.

That's quite a haul. Colorful.

What—what do you do with the goods?

Everything goes into the property room.

Investigation unit catches you with as much as a cr*ck pipe in your car, they come down pretty hard.

Must be difficult living two lives.

Well, you learn to compartmentalize.

Mm. How was Yoli with that?

Yoli. God bless her.

She was one of the best, actually.

She had to be. You met her family, right?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she was putting that husband of hers through school.

So Yoli was good, but, uh, you're better?

So why is it that Yoli got the, uh, Vega case and not you?

That's— that's the big case, right?

Well, let's just say the short dresses didn't hurt Yoli at all.

Tell you one thing, though, I wouldn't have let Vega's men do me like that.

You think Vega had her k*lled?

Aw, come on. She's an undercover cop.

This guy's a notorious gangster.

How far have you really gotta look?

What's up, Trey?

You got it.

Oh. Oh, I am so sorry.

I'm sorry. Trey— oh, that's embarrassing.

Mike, you got a towel, a napkin or something? Come on.

That's terrible. My bad.

Wipe that there. Uh, gonna need another one of these, Mike.

Okay, great. Thank you.

So clumsy. I-I'm sorry.

We're looking for Warren, Dwayne, and Russell Perry.

Expect them to be armed.

They're erratic and extremely dangerous.

Van Pelt, you take the side. Yes, ma'am.

Police!

We didn't come here to work out.

Don't move, kid.

Put your hands in the air!

Upstairs clear.

Front room clear.

Kitchen clear.

I couldn't let this place b*at me.

I did what I had to do...

Clear.

It's definitely the Perrys.

I fought.

Hey, boss, I got one down back here!

Nobody can help me.

Where'd all this come from?

Your friend Wayne is so sweet.

Now there's a man who knows how to smile.

Was he in a boy band?

You were right about Vega.

So my information was helpful?

No, but it was accurate.

You're free to go. All charges are dropped.

Thank you, agent Cho.

Kimball.

You're welcome.

You know, you really should do something about that back of yours.

It's nothing.

You're very invested in this man-in-an-iron-face routine, aren't you?

I bet I could make you cry like a baby.

I'll bet.

There may be hope for you yet.

Sac PD Narco Unit just got finished searching the Perry's house.

They found baggies, scales, drug residue, but no dr*gs.

Looks like Vega stole his coke back.

No. The Perrys let the k*ller in the house.

It was someone they trusted.

Otherwise, Dwayne here would have d*ed with a g*n in his hand instead of a video game controller.

Did ballistics come back?

Yeah, the .380 casings found at the Perry house match the ones from Yoli's crime scene, all from the same g*n.

And the ME puts the Perrys' time of death the same night as Yoli's.

So whoever k*lled the Perrys k*lled Yoli.

Great. We've got no suspects. We're back to square one.

Well...

I wouldn't say square one exactly.

No?

No.

Hey, Candide, we're ready.

That's quite an impressive pile you have there.

What are you, uh, doing here?

I'm looking for you.

Well, you can't be back here.

I can be wherever I wanna be.

Oh. Who says?

The law.

It knows no bounds.

What do you want?

I'm not sure yet.

Glad to see you're having such a good week.

How much do you want?

Mm... 20.

Grand?

Percent.

That—that's insane.

Okay, then. Make it 25.

Get out.

I tell you what— you tell Omar Vega I got a deal to make, and we'll call it square.

I told you I don't know any Vega.

No?

Then why are you counting his money?

Vega uses this club to launder his drug money.

It's his club, that's obvious.

Look at you.

You're not a big time club owner.

You tell Vega there's more where that came from.

That pro seemed like a piece of work, huh?

Who, Summer?

Oh, she's "Summer" now.

She is Summer. That's her name.

Just like she knows your name is Wayne.

Look, it was just some potato chips.

You emptied out the entire vending machine.

Yeah. She was hungry.

Copy that.

Hi. I was just leaving.

No. You're not.

No? I guess I'm not.

We're up.

You mind turning the bass down a little?

Makes me wanna go to the bathroom!

You got a signal?

Yeah.

Just give 'em a lead before you go.

Straight ahead.

Turn right here.

I know this neighborhood.

It's derelict.

It's a perfect place to set up a drug operation.

Okay, they stopped. Slow down.

They're just a few hundred feet up ahead.

Let's park here.

How many months has Sac PD's Narco team been looking for Vega's hideout?

We found it in one day.

I don't see the SUV.

They must have pulled into one of these warehouses.

Yeah, but where?

Wait a second. Where'd you hide Jane's tracking device?

His Jacket lining.

Jane's Jacket and shoes.

We're screwed.

We're fine.

Jane's screwed.

So I was thinking it's getting a little crowded in here.

Walk away.

Right now.

If you wanted a date, all you had to do was ask.

Where can I find Omar Vega?

Why?

He's got one of our people.

What makes you think I know where he is?

You're a hooker. You had intel on Vega.

You must sleep with his men.

You don't mince your words, do you?

I don't have time for this, Summer.

Neither do I.

I just spent an hour talking to him.

You chased off big money.

Now I have to start from the beginning.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm arresting you for solicitation.

Make sure you make it nice and tight.

I know how you love to assert your authority.

What is the matter with you?

A life's at stake.

What is wrong with you?

You think you can just come up here and take whatever you want from me whenever you want it?

You're used to getting paid. Fine.

How much do you want?

I don't want your money, Cho.

I was just looking for a little common courtesy.

Vega's held up at an abandoned garage on Tenth Street.

Now take these off of me and leave me the hell alone.

A little disappointed about my shoes.

Is this how you treat all your guests?

What do you want to sell me?

dr*gs, of course.

You need a new supplier, or you might end up shoeless yourself.

Este cabron thinks he's on one, yes?

So, um, this supply— where exactly does it come from?

The Narcotics Task Force collects information on every dealer in this city— where they operate, where their stash houses are.

I give you that information and you can re-stock your supply at will.

How is that amusing?

Oh, it's, um, it's not funny "ha ha."

It's more funny crazy.

You see, I just got the exact same offer yesterday.

Interesting negotiating tactic.

I'm gonna call your bluff.

You think I'm lying?

There's only one rainmaker.

Bring her in.

What are you doing?

Hey.

Get your hands off me!

Yo! Where's Vega?

I demand to speak to him! We're business partners!

What's he doing here?

Vega, what are you doing to me?

I hate to break the news, but this woman is an undercover cop.

Yes, I know exactly what she is.

Actually, she's part of the same Narcotics Task Force that you claim to have access to.

Oh, you're good.

You're very good. She's good.

And you're being set up for a one-way trip to the Gray Bar Hotel.

You patted her down for a wire yet?

Vega, you can't be taking this guy seriously.

Uh, no, to be honest with you, I don't know what to make of you two.

I mean, it's not every week that two dirty cops show up on my doorstep, both offering me the same deal.

I mean, what are the odds, hmm?

Oh, the odds?

The odds are someone's lying.

sh**t her now.

And then we'll talk some business.

Yo, like hell!

He's not even a real cop! This guy's a consultant!

No, you know, I think that maybe my safest option is to sh**t you both!

Wait a minute.

Just wait a minute. Let's be cool here.

You can't sh**t me.

I took out the Perry boys for you.

Explain.

I knew they hit your stash house.

I knew where they were hiding out, so I fixed it... as a gesture of goodwill.

He is lying.

How would you know?

You weren't there.

Yes, I was. I sh*t them.

That's impossible. The g*n that was used to k*ll the Perry boys was the same g*n that was used to sh**t Yoli Concepcion.

And I know you didn't k*ll her because she was your best friend.

Yes, she was.

I loved Yoli.

But she was starting to suspect that someone in our unit was dirty.

It was just a matter of time before she figured out it was me.

Yoli was five-o?

Damn.

That's a touching story.

There's just one problem with it.

I k*lled Yoli, and I k*lled the Perry boys.

I did 'em all.

Eenie meenie miney mo, hmm?

Catch a liar by the toe.

If they holler, let them go.

Eenie meenie miney...

Mo.

CBI! Drop the w*apon now!

Let's go, get down!

Everybody face down on the ground now!

Don't even think about it.

Don't move!

Anyone happen to see my shoes?

So... you're the one who helped the Perrys steal Vega's cocaine.

That's right.

When Yoli suspected a dirty cop was behind it, why didn't she come to me?

You're a bureaucrat.

Me and Yoli, we came up together.

I was the one that sh—

I was the one she trusted most.

Look what it got her.

And you framed the Perry boys for Yoli's m*rder.

That's why you sent her the text messages in code.

It was easy to get Yoli to bite on that.

I told her if there was a dirty cop on our team, we needed to use code so we didn't tip 'em off.

The champagne text meant that I was in trouble.

Once I sent it, all I had to do was wait for her to show up at her car.

You worked so hard to frame them for Yoli's m*rder, and then you k*lled them with the same g*n?

Yeah, that part wasn't planned.

I went to the Perry's to split our take.

They wanted to revise the deal.

Told me I had to take a reduced cut.

Told me they'd drop dime on me if I didn't give in.

I didn't give in.

I guess you showed them.

You don't get it.

Suits never do.

Try me.

I been in Narcotics my whole career... bustin' punks like the Perrys that got more money in their pockets than I make in a year.

It never ends.

So why try to b*at 'em when you can just join 'em?

Well, now you can join 'em in prison.

Thank you.

Hey.

What do you want?

Feeling bad now?

Roughed up the down-on-her-luck call girl?

Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

I wanna use you.

Oh, be still my b*ating heart.

Yes or no?

Okay.

But don't expect just because you're a cop, you get a discount.

Standard rates apply.

Not for sex.

For information.

I can use a good confidential informant.

Cash money, right?

Right.

You know, Cho, I like you.

You got a mysterious, feline vibe.

Is that a "yes"?

Kimball... for cash money, I'd snitch on my mom.

What'd she do?

You got paper to sign, or what?

You don't look any worse for wear after your showdown with Vega.

Oh, I'm fine, apart from a couple of holes in my socks from tap dancing.

You were right.

Your offer to Vega helped flush out the real k*ller.

How'd you know it was Bianca?

Well, unlike her co-workers, Bianca never took off her criminal disguise.

So it was a guess.

Ah, you make it sound so artless.

It's time.

For what?

We need to talk about Red John.

Oh. Grieving widower at my 12:00.

Your 6:30.

Agent Lisbon?

Hi. Can I help you?

I'm looking for the evidence room.

They're releasing Yoli's things.

It's downstairs two levels.

Sir?

Your wife's undercover assignment was to help take down Omar Vega, a drug dealer wanted in connection with multiple murders.

With what we learned from Yoli, we found Vega's operation last night and we arrested him with 20 pounds of cocaine.

I doubt he'll ever set foot on the streets again.

Yoli saved a lot of lives.

Thank you... I guess.