05x20 - Red Velvet Cupcakes

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(Indistinct conversations)

(Police radio chatter)

I just have a couple more questions.

Hey. Where's Lisbon?

She's in court.

You know you're late.

Yeah, I must have turned my alarm clock off. (Sighs) Overslept.

Hmm. Hot date?

(Flips page)

(Chuckles nervously)

What are you talking about?

Well, you know. Duncan. From L.A.

(Van Pelt laughs)

Wayne, it's not like that.

Oh, right. Sure.

You mind finishing up these interviews?

(Radio chatter continues)

Hi.

(Flips page, clicks pen)

Van Pelt's here now.

(Sighs) Is Jane coming?

I don't know. Call him.

(Phone rings)

(Ringing continues)

(Presses button)

Hey, Rigsby. What's going on?

Uh, you know we have a case, right?

Yeah. I heard.

I'm, uh, kind of busy here, so I'm not gonna make it.

(Lowered voice)

He's not gonna make it.

Yeah, but I'm happy to help.

(Normal voice) Help how?

Well, you two talk to me, and I'll listen.

You'll be my eyes and my ears.

Okay, I'll put you on speaker.

(Phone beeps)

Cho.

Tell Jane what we got.

Housewife. Missy Roberts. 32.

Maid found her sh*t in the bathroom.

(Breathes sharply)

There's b*llet holes in the hallway and one in the closet door here.

So it looks like a fight started elsewhere then she ran to the bathroom.

Forensics recovered 9-millimeter casings.

Eh, forensics. Tell me about the body.

Well, she's lying here on the floor in gym clothes.

She's been sh*t in the chest, uh, once in the foot, and there's two b*llet holes lodged in the ground, so we're not dealing with an expert marksman.

Well, maybe, maybe not. Uh, what about the husband?

Cho: Yeah. Husband.

Name's Kip. He runs a high-end home electronics company.

He left town two days ago on some boondoggle white-water rafting trip to Tahoe.

Interesting. How did he take the news?

Well, he hasn't gotten it yet.

His office says the rafting group will be out of cell range for another day or so.

Hmm. Describe to me the bedroom.

Why?

Well, I want to understand their relationship.

A bedroom says a lot.

Okay.

All right, it's, uh...

Cold, impersonal.

Tightly made bed.

No pictures. Mm. Let's try the kitchen.

Okay.

Okay. What am I looking for?

Tell me what's in the fridge.

Butter, milk, eggs...

Baking stuff.

(Sighs)

Which makes sense, because there are these awesome looking cupcakes on the counter.

They're, uh, red velvet, I think.

Yeah. Wh-what else is in the fridge?

Uh...

A bunch of diet shakes and soda.

Hmm. Is the victim heavy?

Oh, no, she's very thin.

What about Kip?

Um, I guess he's kind of chubby.

But it looks like he sees a personal trainer, though.

Oh, this is not a happy marriage.

Kip's portly but fights it.

Missy is naturally thin and a gourmet baker.

He views her hobby as a sabotage and resents it.

She views his dieting as a lack of interest in her personal outlet.

You need to talk to Kip.

He wants us to talk to Kip.

We can't— not until tomorrow.

Oh, please, this is the last guy who'd go on a white-water rafting trip.

You don't hire a personal trainer 'cause you like strenuous activity.

You hire a personal trainer because it's the only possible way to get yourself to do it.

So you think he lied about the trip?

Well, I'm almost certain.

So if he's not white-water rafting, where is he?

Well, I don't know, but I'm sure you two will figure it out.

And, Rigsby...

Put the cupcake back.

♪ The Mentalist 5x20 ♪
Red Velvet Cupcakes
Original Air Date on April 21, 2013

Patrick: Lisbon, I can hear you skulking around out there.

What is it?

We've got a case.

You can deal with Red John later.

Yeah, Missy Roberts. I already broke that wide open.

Yeah, I heard. The old rafting trip gambit?

Yep, exactly.

Except for Kip Roberts texted a picture of himself to Missy right before she d*ed.

He's holding a paddle next to a river with a raft full of bozos.

Eh. Trick photography.

The Tahoe cops are gonna go pick him up, but in the meantime, let's go talk to the victim's sister.

Jane, I need you.

It's nice to be needed.

Anything for you, Lisbon.

Very sorry for your loss, Emma.

Were you and Missy close?

(Voice breaking) Missy was like a second mother to me, but, you know, now we're just... in different places in our lives, but I just hadn't seen her in a while.

Did she say if she was having any problems recently?

I knew that she was tired of... staying at home, you know, and—and, like, not feeling useful, and I think that that was why she started volunteering...

(Sniffles) at the bakery.

Where?

Um, the O.G. Bakery.

It's this nonprofit where they... (Sniffles)

They teach ex-cons new skills, you know, like baking and...

(Inhales sharply)

She started there a few months ago.

Was anybody giving her trouble there?

Not that I know of.

Were Missy and Kip, uh...

Trying anything to save their marriage?

(Clicks tongue) Um...

About a month ago, they... went on this radio show with with this Love Doctor guy, and, um...

I think they were seeing him privately also.

A love doctor, huh?

Some... Buddy... something, I don't know.

Um, Henner or...

Buddy Hennings?

He has a talk radio show—

"Prescription For Love with Buddy Hennings".

What?

I've listened to it in my car a few times.

All right. I'll go talk to Buddy Hennings, the Love Doctor, and you check out the shady bakery.

Van Pelt and Rigsby can handle that.

I'll go to the radio station with you.

Ahh... that's 'cause you're a fan.

I am not!

Look, I just think he's a viable lead.

It's all right, Lisbon.

We all have our guilty pleasures.

Oh, this must be (Cell phone rings) very exciting for you.

That's enough.

Hey, Van Pelt. What'd you find out?

Turns out one of the ex-cons at the bakery was still selling dr*gs— a girl named Monica Suarez, 20.

Missy found out and reported her to the bakery supervisor.

Well, what's Monica's deal?

She's been in the system since she was 14.

Vandalism, as*ault, dealing.

She just got out of Chowchilla six months ago.

Ah. Real sweetheart.

Yeah, that's what the bakery supervisor said.

After Missy reported Monica, Missy's tires were slashed.

She said she saw Monica following her around a few times.

All right, you and Riggs go and pick her up.

All right.

All right.

Hi. We need to speak with Buddy Hennings.

If you want to be on the show, you have to fill out this form and take it to couples-intake.

(Chuckles)

Oh, we're not a couple.

Please.

What she means is ours is more of a platonic love.

(Rustling)

(Lisbon breathes sharply)

Buddy Hennings, please.

He's on the air.

Talk to his producer.

(Closes lid)

She's a huge fan.

She's a little— very excited. Yeah.

Sean, what I'm hearing from you is that Lisa has become sexually cold ever since the baby was born.

Oh, excuse me. This—this isn't a good time. Can I help you?

(Lowered voice) I'm Agent Lisbon with the CBI.

This is Patrick Jane.

Hi.

We're investigating the m*rder of Missy Roberts.

I'm—I'm sorry to hear about that, but we're live here.

(Buddy speaking indistinctly)

(Lowered voice) Come here, please.

You have to excuse our producer Gary.

He's a bit of a control freak.

Thinks everyone's out to ruin his show.

Mm. Well, just 'cause he's paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get him.

Who are you?

I'm Elizabeth Hennings.

Hi. I'm Buddy's wife and manager.

Uh, we heard about Missy. It's just awful.

We need to talk to Buddy.

Okay, well, it's gonna be a little while, all right?

'Cause we're in the middle of a segment, then we have to sh**t a promo for a Webcast, so...

That's all right. We like to watch.

Don't we?

(Groans and scoffs)

...look at each other in the eye.

Look at this. Look at this. Please don't touch anything.

No, I won't.

Thank you, Mr. Lewis.

Monica's parole officer said it's the right address.

So we keep waiting.

(Exhales)

(Sighs)

(Speaking indistinctly)

Stakeouts are the worst.

(Sighs) Wayne, is something wrong?

No. There's nothing wrong. I—

I've been feeling kinda weird since you've been back.

Yeah, you've been acting kind of weird.

What's up with that?

It's just...

When you were in L.A., I had time to think...

About you. About us.

Hmm. Okay.

And?

Well, I mean, did you think about me at all?

Of course I did.

(Women speaking indistinctly)

Wait—is that her on the left?

Uh, yeah. Come on.

Monica Suarez?

Hey!

(Panting)

CBI!

Get out of the way! Police!

(Tires screech)

(Fence rattles)

Police!

(Panting)

(Thud, shattering)

(Siren wails in distance, handcuffs click)

Come here.

Get your hands off me! I got nothing on me!

Yeah, 'cause you threw your stash in the dumpster.

(Handcuffs click)

(Panting)

You good?

Yeah, you?

Yeah.

Talk to me about Missy Roberts.

Who?

She was m*rder*d last night.

(Scoffs) First I heard of it.

But you messed with her when she got you fired, right?

I was still on parole. I-I needed that job.

So you slashed her tires, stalked her?

I-I just followed her around, you know, to freak her out.

Oh, yeah? You see anything interesting?

Not really. I mean, you know, she went shoe shopping and got mani-pedis a lot— you know, rich lady stuff.

Where were you last night?

I was at my cousin's quinceañera.

All night.

All right. Come on.

(Sighs and mutters)

Let's go!

This is Buddy Hennings with "Prescription For Love."

We'll be back in ten minutes, right after the news.

(Theme music plays)

(Music fades)

Buddy, these people are from CBI.

They're, uh, here about Missy.

Buddy Hennings. Glad to help any way I can.

Buddy, we have a phone call with the publisher in about a half hour. So, if you all don't need me...

Oh, by all means.

I know you're a busy man. We just have a few questions.

Missy and Kip—they were on your show a while back?

(Door closes) Yes. Good people, both of them.

Some of the couples we get in here, they're really just here for their 15 minutes, but I had a feeling that Missy really wanted to work on her marriage.

That's why I offered to see them privately.

And when was the last time you saw them?

Last week. Thursday.

Supposed to come in this week, but she called to cancel. (Cell phone rings)

She didn't give a reason.

(Ringing continues)

You know what?

I have to take this.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Well, listen, Buddy, while we're just chatting, just you and I here, hanging out, a couple of guys, do you think Kip could have done it?

No. Absolutely not.

But you said it was Missy that wanted help with their marriage, not Kip.

Well, I think in the beginning he was going along to get along, but he turned a corner.

How so?

Well, in the first few sessions he was very distant, very uncooperative, both with me and with Missy.

Mm-hmm.

But then, after a couple of sessions, he developed an attentiveness and a warmth that I hadn't seen in him before.

He really changed. Maybe.

You don't agree?

Well... (Sighs)

You know, maybe he was just covering.

He felt guilty for something, like having an affair.

Oh... (Scoffs)

I saw no signs of an affair.

Oh, come on.

The recent drive to get in shape, suddenly doting on his wife that he'd been neglecting for years.

Well, I would like to think that he was responding to the treatment.

Ah. Bon point.

(Door closes)

Hi. Um...

Would you mind giving us a minute alone?

I'm sorry. Sure thing.

The cops finally tracked down the rafting group.

It turns out Kip skipped out after the first night.

Hmm. I hate to say I told you so.

And we still don't know where he is.

His last credit card charge was yesterday at a gas station outside of Tahoe.

The attendant remembers him being with a blonde woman.

Plot thickens. Hmm.

Or should I say thins?

Let's go back to the CBI. I'm gonna put out a BOLO.

BOLO shmolo. We need to reach a wider audience.

And how do you propose we do that?

Welcome back to KZHC, where we play the smooth sounds of the '80s and the '90s.

(Soft music playing)

I'm Patrick Jane from the California Bureau of Investigation.

Yes, that is something that does exist.

And we're throwing a contest today because we need your help to find a car, a very important car that will help us break a very important case.

We're looking for a silver Mercedes S-class, license plate "KIPMAN7"— we're looking for a silver Mercedes S K-I-P-M-A-N-7.

The first person to call in the location of this car will receive $10, 000 cash money. (Mouths words)

(Knocks on glass) Yes, folks, we're talking ca— whoop. Wait.

(Mouthing words)

I just got word from my producer that that is not the amount of the prize.

It is actually...

(Mouthing words)

$20...

And the chance to guest deejay here at the radio station...

(Speaking inaudibly)

Day and date of your choosing.

(Knocks on glass)

That's right, folks.

Guest deejay spot during drive time, and in case you missed it, I'll put all the details up on the CBI web site.

(Whispers) Do we have a CBI web site? (Mouths words)

(Normal voice)

Yes, that nice...

CBI web site.

Excellent. Now let's see those phone lines light up.

Talk to me, please. Talk to me, people.

Come on, Sacramento.

Lisbon: I can't believe that worked.

Uh, when did they check in?

Yesterday. Room 311, under her name— Rosie Dunlop.

Was she fit? Muscular?

Yeah.

Personal trainer. Oh.

(Man shouting, muffled)

Okay.

Gonna be like that.

Mr. Roberts, this is CBI! Open the door!

(Muffled shouting continues)

Mr. Roberts, we're coming in!

(Mouths words)

Jane?

(Man, muffled) Please. Don't sh**t. Please.

(Birds chirping)

Oh...

(Speaks indistinctly)

(Whimpering) Please—

Kip Roberts?

Uh-huh.

I'm Agent Lisbon with the CBI.

Jungle theme. It's classy.

Woman: Who are you?

(Hammer cocks)

What's going on?

Mr. Roberts, are you being held against your will? (Strap unfastens)

No, not at all. No, we're consenting adults.

You gotta believe me.

Oh, I believe you.

Missy was... kind.

Selfless.

But she wanted kids.

And after a bunch of miscarriages, we... drifted apart.

(Breath quavers)

It's my fault. I know.

Probably. You cheated on her.

I never meant to hurt Missy.

A-and—and Rosie's the only one, I swear.

I'm not—I'm not one of those guys, you know?

How long was the affair going on?

A few months.

I mean, I tried to stop, but...

I struggle with willpower.

And...

There were certain... Things about Rosie that I liked, things that were maybe missing from my marriage.

You mean Rosie gets rough with you. You like that.

Yeah.

You think Missy knew about the affair?

I don't know. Maybe.

It was weird.

She called me while I was driving up to Tahoe.

Said she wanted to make it work, that she never gave up on us, that...

She would always love me.

And that's weird?

It was the most intimate conversation we'd had in years.

And I vowed to myself that I would break things off with Rosie as soon as I got to the hotel.

Did you?

Yes. But... Rosie is a very passionate woman. And when I try to break things off, she hits me. And when she hits me, I get turned on.

The heart wants what it wants.

(Page rustles)

Do we have any closer photos of Missy's closet?

Um... I don't know. There's a whole other stack of pictures.

Cho: I just finished with Kip. He seemed genuinely upset about his wife.

Then again, he was cheating on her.

I talked to Rosie, the mistress. She said her and Kip were drinking at the hotel bar at the time of Missy's death.

She has every reason to lie.

Hold on to Kip and her until their alibis check out.

Patrick: Was Missy's home very neat?

You know, an "everything in its place" type of house?

Yeah. Why?

I'm going back to the radio station.

I need to take a look at that, uh, Webcast thingy of Missy and Kip.

Why?

I need to see Missy's feet.

Okay.

(Phone rings)

Hello? KZHC.

Let me check. Hold on.

(Door creaks softly)

(Inhales and clears throat)

(Door knob clicks)

(Blows air)

(Door closes)

Hey there. Hey!

Oh, God. You gave me a start.

What are you doing here?

Oh, you know. Investigating.

Well, I'm... sorry I was late. I had an appointment.

(Chuckles)

You found Kip Roberts, I presume.

Oh, yes, yes. It worked like a charm.

In fact, it worked so well, I'm gonna ask you for another favor.

sh**t.

I need to see Missy and Kip's episode of your show.

Do you have a copy around here anywhere?

Well, I sure don't.

But I'll bet Gary could help you.

Great.

I mean, Michael and I have been together six months, but sometimes I feel like we're missing a deeper connection, you know?

Mm-hmm. Buddy will definitely get into that with you on the show tomorrow.

You agree with Shayna?

100%.

Patrick: Really?

100%? Not 98% or 99%?

The full, even 100%?

Wow, Buddy's not gonna have much to work with here.

(Clicks tongue) Mr. Jane.

Hi.

What a pleasure.

Yeah, always.

I need to see, uh, the Webcast of Missy and Kip's episode.

Could you get that for me, please?

(Sighs and clicks pen)

Sure. But it'll take a minute.

Good. Time to make a cup of tea.

So, Missy and Kip.

Why don't you begin by telling us a little bit about your marriage?

Is this the only angle you've got?

(Missy) We've been married 12 years. It's a Webcast...

I am a homemaker. Kip runs...

Not Steven Spielberg.

We're here because we're just not as close...

Of course. As we used to be.

Thank you. Well, I appreciate your honesty.

And I know it's scary, but it's like I always say, if nothing changes...

(Clicks pen) Nothing changes.

(Chuckles) (Chuckles)

(Taps key)

(Beeps, line rings)

Rigsby, it's Jane.

I need you to go back to Missy Roberts' house.

Okay, for what?

A pair of sexy gold sandals.

I didn't them in her shoe rack, but I need you to look everywhere.

Copy that.

Just so that we're clear, how would you define sexy?

You'll know it when you see it.

Hey, these are gold.

I'm not sure how sexy they are.

They're not sexy. And they're beige.

Oh.

Hey, you know that Van Pelt's dating someone?

(Sighs) Yeah.

We sort of talked about us today.

Not really, but... kind of.

It was weird.

What do you think?

I think we need to call Jane.

They're not here.

(Cell phone beeps)

Hey, Cho. Any luck?

They're not here.

Well, as expected.

Oh, there is one more thing.

Ask Rigsby what size shoe Van Pelt is.

What size shoe does Van Pelt wear?

Uh, I wanna say an 8, a 7 and a half if they run big.

8.

Excellent.

The hotel bar has video surveillance.

Kip and Rosie's alibi check out.

So we're back to square one. Don't be so sure.

I have a very exciting assignment for you, Grace.

You do? Cool. What is it?

These are for you. Try 'em on.

Nothing for me?

Trust me. You won't like 'em.

(Paper rustles)

They're really high. Try 'em on.

Go on. Take 'em for a little spin.

That is what I'm talking about.

Right there.

How do they look?

Mmm. Perfect.

Jane, you want to tell me what's going on?

Well, let's just say the game is afoot.

Two feet.

(Door closes)

So what's your play here?

Oh, no play.

I'm gonna help 'em. Right.

(Shayna speaking indistinctly)

Michael. Shayna.

Uh...

Hi.

Hold on a sec. Patrick Jane.

I met you yesterday in the studio.

Are you guys excited about being on the show?

Yes, I can't wait.

Totally, yeah.

Yeah. Sure.

Shayna, why don't you go ahead?

There's just one thing I want to go over with Michael.

Okay. I'll wait over there.

All right.

Hey, are you still there?

Look at that, huh?

Yeah, we just got here. We're walking right...

All right, listen, Michael, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

You don't have to go on the radio.

Yeah. Of course I know that. I want to go.

Well, you can lie to me.

I don't care.

But don't lie to yourself.

I know you think Shayna's out of your league and you don't want to rock the boat.

That's why you agree with everything she says.

Okay, that's just— that's just not true.

Okay? I just think that she's right... a lot.

When was the last time you were completely honest with her?

Last time you disagreed with her on something important?

(Shayna speaking indistinctly)

Um... O-okay. All right, all right, fine. Maybe—maybe you're right. Mm-hmm.

(Laughing)

(Speaking indistinctly)

(Exhales) I don't want to lose her.

I get it. You know?

I get that. But you're gonna go in there.

You're gonna tell her, "Hey, babe, I don't want to go on this show."

I mean, who in their right mind wants to air their dirty laundry on the radio for other people's entertainment?

It is a terrible idea.

And she will respect you for making a stand.

(Sighs)

You really think so?

Oh, yes.

Women love a strong man.

Besides, have you listened to the show?

It's crap.

Yeah, yeah, it is.

Right?

Hmm. You're right. That's right.

I'm not gonna do it.

You're not.

I'm not.

No.

That's it. That's it, man.

Pound it. Thank you very much. All right.

(Michael and shayna speaking indistinctly)

(Breathing nervously)

Oh...

(Speaking indistinctly)

Oh, thank God. There you are.

What's the matter?

Tonight's couple— Shayna and Michael— just canceled.

15 minutes out.

Well, there's a young couple there in intake.

They're nice-looking kids.

Can you prep them in time for the show?

I'm gonna have to.

Excuse me.

Just move!

Okay. Change of plans, guys. You're going on in five.

Oh, that's great news, isn't it, babe?

Sure, sweetie.

Okay. Stay there. All right?

(Exhales) Yeah.

(Sighs)

(Inhales) 4:00. We're up.

(On radio) Howdy, everybody. This is Buddy Hennings on "Prescription For Love, " coming to you live from KZHC here in Sacramento, and right here in the studio with us today we have Dwayne and Stace. Welcome to you both.

Hi.

Uh... hi.

(Clears throat)

We're happy to be here.

Long-time listeners, first-time... guests.

Well, why don't you begin by telling us a little bit about why you're here?

We're having some communication issues.

What does that mean, exactly?

Oh, you know, we're having trouble, like, uh, talking to each other.

Dwayne, how about you not pee on my head and call it rain?

Excuse me?

If you want to get better, you're gonna have to get real for me, so why don't you begin by telling me something I don't know?

(Breathes nervously)

W-we have kind of a... rocky history.

We've been on and off for about five years—mostly off.

Yeah, we met on the job.

There was a "no fraternization" policy, but we, um...

Fraternized.

A lot.

Well, now we're getting somewhere.

How's the sex?

Um... (Clears throat)

Well...

It's been a while, but wh-when we have it, it's—it's good.

Yes?

Yes.

We should not be listening to this.

(Buddy) Why aren't you two making love?

Really.

Oh, come on, Lisbon. Don't be such a prude.

You're young and vibrant.

A little too soon in the game to be calling a time-out.

There's just a lot of, uh... baggage left over from all the off periods.

Why did you break up?

W-well, I th—I think we broke up the first time because you decided that the job was more important.

Right? Wasn't that it?

Yeah, well, then you got Sarah pregnant.

Yeah, after you got engaged to a maniac.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We don't use exaggeration here.

It's no help to us at all. "Maniac, " no.

Maybe you didn't approve. That's fair game.

Let's get back to the baby. Is that true, Dwayne?

No.

Uh, yes. I had a baby with someone else, but w-we were off. Totally off.

What about the engagement?

It didn't work out.

Yeah, because he's a homicidal maniac.

Fine.

(Buddy) Relationships can be brutal.

Van Pelt: And for the record, I'm not angry about the baby.

Rigsby: Oh, really? 'Cause I never thought you were angry, but you sound kind of angry now.

Van Pelt: No, I just thought it was weird that you would have a baby with someone you barely knew.

Well, why don't you tell me what you really think?

But—

But what? What else is there?

But I love that you're a dad.

You do?

When we got together, we were kids.

I was a young, naive girl.

I wasn't ready to commit to you.

It wasn't about the job.

At least that wasn't all of it.

But things have changed since then.

We're not the same. And that's okay.

I like who I am now.

I like who you are.

You're a man.

You guys are fantastic.

So real.

Before we go, is there anything you two would like to say to each other?

No.

Yes.

Just...

(Breathes deeply)

I'm sorry.

For a lot of things.

I care about you and I never meant to hurt you.

All right, your turn. Anything?

You know how I feel about you.

It's the same way I've always felt.

It's never changed.

Since the first day I met you.

Well, then my work is done here.

(Inhales sharply)

Thank you for listening to "Prescription For Love""

this is Buddy Hennings on KZHC talk radio.

(Theme music plays)

(Clicking)

Bravo.

(Chuckles)

That was a fantastic show.

Thanks.

That was really helpful.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

Thanks, doc.

(Cell phone rings)

Excuse me. (Clears throat)

(Beeps)

Hello?

Great job, Rigsby.

(Closes phone)

Oh, hi, boss.

Wow. Tonight? Really?

Uh... y-yeah.

I'll be right there.

Okay. Bye.

(Inhales) Uh...

I'm so sorry, babe. It's the Carson job.

I have to go into work. Uh, you okay to take a cab home?

Oh. Sure. Go.

(Kisses)

Um... see you later.

Yeah.

Thanks again, Doc.

My pleasure.

And don't you worry about her. We'll take good care of her.

Thanks.

(Exhales)

Stace, you know, you have a natural presence on radio.

I mean it. You are a natural.

Are you saying I have a face for radio?

Oh, no, no, not at all.

You are definitely drop-dead gorgeous.

Oh... (Giggles)

You know, I think maybe you two could benefit from some private sessions.

Would you be up for that?

Oh. Thank you. That's so nice of you.

Oh, my pleasure.

Hmm. Just make sure you call my office.

Can I call you a cab?

Oh, no, no, no. I'll take care of it.

Thank you for everything. I'm—I'll see you soon.

Um, do you mind if I...

(Giggles)

(Chuckles) Okay. See you later.

(Sighs)

(Grunts) Ow!

(Body thuds)

(Sets down cup)

Van Pelt: Oh...

(Inhales sharply)

Oh... oh... ow.

What happened?

Ow.

Oh, my heel broke. I think I twisted my ankle.

(Groaning)

That does look bad.

All right, we'll get you to my office, and we'll— we'll get some ice on it. Come on. (Groaning continues)

Come on.

Hey. How's it going?

(Door closes)

Perfect.

The heel thing worked a treat.

Van Pelt is now alone with the k*ller.

There we go.

That should help with the swelling.

(Gasps) It's cold. Yeah.

(Sighs)

May I?

Sure.

How does that feel?

(Van Pelt) It feels pretty good, actually.

He's really into feet. How did you know that?

Eh, it was kind of obvious, don't you think?

I wouldn't be asking if it was.

Well, she was sh*t in the foot, and her shoes were missing.

The shoes that she wore the first time she met Buddy.

That's it?

Well, no. He also has a large picture of a woman's foot in a ballet shoe en pointe in his office.

He gets manicures at the salon.

He likes to watch women get pedicures.

Mm-hmm. Gross.

Yeah. Are we listening here, folks?

(Van pelt moans)

My ankle's actually feeling better, but don't stop.

(Ice pack rustling)

You have amazing feet.

I do?

Yes.

(Chuckles) Thanks.

There's nothing sexier than an amazing foot in an amazing shoe.

Yeah, those were my favorite pair.

What am I gonna wear home?

Well, I think I may be able to help you with that.

Yeah?

Hold on.

Don't go anywhere.

(Chuckles)

Okay.

(Keys jangling)

(Lock clicks)

(Door closes)

(Exhales)

You're about a 7 and a half, 8, right?

Yeah.

Well, I think these should work out.

(Exhales)

Yes, I think that will work just perfectly.

Hmm. Those gold sandals are gorgeous.

I love them. (Giggles)

That's our cue. Let's go!

(Door opens)

Whoa! Put the g*n down!

Don't sh**t.

Uh, wasn't expecting that.

(Door closes)

You talk to people for a living.

But you couldn't talk to me, tell me what you needed.

I wanted to be enough for you, but I could not compete with...

That.

Elizabeth, please, sweetheart.

Please, please put the g*n down!

Just relax, take it easy, and nobody will get hurt.

Really, sweetie?

Because you should see what I did with the last one.

Elizabeth, no.

No, please tell me you didn't.

What choice did I have?

You weren't gonna stop.

You're not gonna stop.

(Gasps)

CBI! Don't move!

Put the g*n on the table!

Do it!

Hands behind your back.

(Releases hammer)

You're under arrest.

(Handcuffs click)

You okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

(Buddy) I had some trysts a few years back.

When the show hit big, I knew I'd have to control myself.

I love Elizabeth.

Why Missy?

I don't expect you to understand this.

She had the highest arches I've ever seen.

Exquisite.

Rigsby: The ballistics report proves the b*ll*ts came from your g*n.

He was sleeping with her, and you couldn't stand that.

Grace, is it?

You're a pretty young thing.

But it won't last forever.

You think he's still gonna want you when you're my age?

Of course I couldn't stand it.

He was lying.

And sneaking around like a horny teenager.

With her.

She called me to her house to end it.

She said she felt guilty, taken advantage of.

They wanted to make their marriage work.

You try to change her mind?

Oh, yeah, but it didn't work.

She wouldn't take me back.

That's when I asked her for something to... remember her by.

That's when she gave me the shoes.

Just to get rid of me, I guess.

I just wanted to scare her a little.

Tell her to leave him alone.

But then she had the nerve to call him a creep, like she was too good for him.

I lost it.

(g*nsh*t)

(g*nsh*t, b*llet ricochets)

(g*nsh*t)

(Shouting inaudibly)

(g*nsh*t)

(Body thuds) And then I still had all this rage.

(g*nsh*t)

And I have to admit...

It felt good.

Your brow is furrowed.

You have that squinty look in your eye.

You want to talk to me about the whole foot fetish thing...

(Sighs) But the catholic schoolgirl in you tells you that it's not necessarily appropriate.

You're right. Look, I don't get it.

I can't wrap my head around it.

Well, I mean, "fetish" is a strong word, but everyone has that thing.

It's just... It's human nature.

I don't.

Oh, come on, Lisbon.

Don't deny yourself that freedom.

There's definitely something out there that works for you, that flips your switch.

Like turtlenecks.

You're right. It's inappropriate.

Good night. Turtlenecks it is.

Hey.

Hey.

What's up?

Yeah?

(Kissing continues)

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