"Ah, there you are, Mr. Lydon." "See you found the place okay." "It's nice to meet you." "Full disclosure, we're not turnkey yet, and I'm in big trouble if anyone finds out" "I met you here." "But brochures couldn't do this justice, am I right?" "It's a work in progress, but that's why now's when you get in, put your own stamp on it." "It's a killer view, right?" "That's no -- [ gunshot ] Uhh!" "[ Shell casings clatter, body thuds ]" "[ Clank ]" "[ Buzzing ]" "[ Scraping floor ]" "[ Clicks ]" "[ Gunshots ] Uhh!" "[ Shouting indistinctly ]" "Yeah!" "Ahh!" "You are going down, yo!" "Okay, one more." "You do realize this is just a game." "I'm not competitive." "I just like to win." "Oh... [ laughs ] Okay." "[ Ball bouncing, rolling ]" "Oh, you know what?" "That-- that's cheating." "That's " "That was spinning." "Just spinning." "Okay " "Yeah, there's spinning in Chicago." "[ Laughing ] Whoo!" "Ooh!" "There it goes!" "Down that field!" "Oh!" "[ Laughs ] Oh, did that hurt?" "What?" "Did that hurt?" "All right." "I'm sorry." "Is everybody here watching the man get beat by the girl?" "Uh, guys?" "Yeah?" "Can I close out this check?" "My shift's about to end." "Yeah." "Oh!" "One second, one second, one second." "Okay." "Hands off half-time." "Okay." "1..." "Ooh!" "2 -- oh!" "3." "[ Laughs, claps hands ] Yes!" "[ Exhales ] I'm gonna give you some advice." "Never play Foosball with a woman that's raised three brothers." "[ Laughs ]" "Thank you." "It's exhausting." "....as they exited their car." "In addition to the two F.B.I. agents, a third victim, Edward Hu, was on his way to testify today in the high-profile murder trial against Kelvin Bittaker." "Bittaker is currently being held on suspicion of murder of A.U. scholarship student Jamie Owen." "Owen, from San Diego, California, was allegedly beaten to death last month by Bittaker after a dispute in a bar." "Can we get some chicken wings?" "She." "We may have to get 'em to go." "Can we get some chicken wings to go, please?" "Yeah." "...charges of first degree murder." "[ Cell phone ringing ]" "Several witnesses in the bar claimed" "Mr. Bittaker appeared intoxicated..." "Hey, boss." "...and had to be restrained several times from becoming violent." "All right, we'll be right there." "We need to go now." "Yeah." "Uh, 86 the wings." "Uh..." "Sure." "Thank you." "Sorry." "[ Shredder whirring ]" "♪ The Mentalist 7x08 ♪ The Whites of His Eyes Original Air Date on January 21, 2015" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "[ Indistinct conversations ]" "Jane, Lisbon." "You recall Agent Spackman, Dallas F.B.I. [ Sighs ]" "He called us in on this one." "Agent Spackman." "Ah, good to see you." "I missed that face." "Lisbon." "Jane." "We got four murders in under three minutes." "29-year-old realtor, 67-year-old copy store owner, and two F.B.I. agents." "Good men." "Good family men with, uh, young kids." "No security cameras, no fingerprints." "Guy was in and out like a ghost." "Yeah." "The murder victim, Edward Hu, he was the key witness in a murder investigation of one Kelvin Bittaker, who beat a guy to death over a spilled drink." "Abbott:" "The family has been of interest to the Dallas F.B.I. for some time." "Their import/export car warehouse is a front." "This murder case -- this is just a thin edge of the wedge." "Now the hope here is to use Kelvin's conviction to take the whole family down." "Kelvin might be looking at the needle, which might make him more pliable." "Now how said the hope is, not was, from which I surmise that you have another witness to the murder?" "We do." "A young woman." "Young mother, actually." "If we can convince her to testify after today, and if we can keep her alive." "You think the Bittakers have a hit on her, also?" "That would be a pretty bold move at this point." "You can count on it." "This woman's testimony is enough to bring them down." "If Kelvin goes to jail, he's gonna take the whole family with him." "Abbott:" "The young woman, Lily Stoppard, is scheduled to testify in two days' time." "With a hit man of this caliber, we've been asked to come and join the investigation." "3 perfect shots from close to 1,000 yards." "Not many snipers can make hits from that distance with that kind of accuracy." "That should narrow it down, right?" "I wish." "Truth is, the shooter could have been anybody." "Now, these Bittakers, they can choose any number of their contacts to call in a hit." "Shooter could be any nationality, he could be any age -- Nah, it's a regional guy." "And here we go." "Yeah." "Local boy with a sweet tooth for powdered sugar beignets, see?" "And, uh, they -- they shook hands, obviously." "How do we know that the, uh, victim wasn't holding the beignet, Jane?" "No, he's trim, he's spruced." "He's on the job." "He's not a pastry buff." "Doesn't mean that the shooter's regional." "A lot of people like beignets." "Oh, I would argue that a lot of people don't even know what beignets are, Spackman, but I will concede you that point." "Oh, thank you." "And I will focus on who hired him and what Kelvin did to that boy from San Diego." "I'm guessing the Bittakers have very little tolerance for outsiders." "So if they ordered this hit, it would have been somebody they were comfortable with." "Yeah, someone from down home." "All right, so we'll run the profiles." "And, Jane, the last remaining witness that we have " "Lily Stoppard -- Mm?" "She's in H.Q. under high security right now." "Spackman would like you to talk to her." "Me?" "Why?" "Because she might be reluctant to testify, and we could do with a little charm." "A little charm?" "Yeah." "I don't know if I should be insulted or, uh, flattered." "Well, whatever works." "A little bit of both." "Okay." "I don't see what the difference is." "You couldn't protect the other guy." "Matthew, let's just hear them out." "Mrs. Stoppard -- Lily." "Lily." "Now you will continue to receive our full protection, and I can assure you that every conceivable effort will be made to protect you and your family." "But it's your choice." "Up to you." "Door's open." "Then no." "Matt -- No." "This is nuts." "Why should you risk your life for these people?" "And what about our baby?" "He needs you." "A-- are you even thinking about him?" "Of course I'm thinking about him." "But I'm also thinking about somebody else's child, too." "That poor kid." "Jamie Owen didn't even fight back." "I mean, he couldn't." "[ Grunting, blows landing ]" "[ Tires screech softly ] [ Men shouting indistinctly ]" "It was brutal." "[ Bang ]" "[ Bang ] [ Grunts ]" "Uhh!" "[ Body thuds ]" "Uhh!" "[ Bang ]" "I knew right away he was dead." "I didn't know what to do." "I was scared." "So I just stayed in my car and..." "[ Shifting gears ]" "[ Bang, engine revving ]" "[ Tires screeching ]" "You called the cops." "You did your duty." "That's enough." "We've got a baby at home, and he's only 6 months old." "I don't understand how I'm the only one who gets that." "Mr. Stoppard, I can assure you we -- we -- we understand your concerns." "And they're pretty darned reasonable." "Thank you." "Finally." "What's your baby's name?" "Henry." "After Matt's dad." "Henry." "That's a good, strong name." "I hate to talk to you about doing the right thing." "Doing it is the easy part." "Knowing what it is is tough." "And let me guess." "You know what the right thing to do is." "No." "No, I don't, Matthew." "But, um..." "I'm gonna ask you this." "In years from now when, uh, you tell Henry this story, how will it go?" "Did the three of you take an evil killer off the street, or did you play it safe?" "Is Henry's birthright gonna be one of proud bravery or sensible caution?" "Tough call." "Nice work." "I thought you were blowing it back there." "Yeah, nice work." "You better look after that woman." "Hey." "We will." "You have my word." "I don't want your word." "I want her safe." "[ Door squeaks ]" "[ Chain rattling ]" "Kelvin Bittaker," "Supervising Agent Dennis Abbott." "Sit down." "My mama taught me never talk to strangers." "Four good people are dead." "Don't test my patience." "A lot of good people are dead, hoss." "It's the way of the world." "Sit..." "Down." "[ Chains thud, rattle ]" "[ Sighs ] So what four people are we talking about?" "Outside of the courthouse this morning, two F.B.I. agents, a realtor, and Edward Hu." "[ Scoffs ] You're kidding me." "[ Laughs ]" "[ Continues laughing ]" "Oh... [ laughs ] Hallelujah." "[ Laughing ]" "Yes." "[ Claps hands ]" "Yes, yes, yes." "Thank you." "[ Laughs ]" "Bittaker didn't know about the murders before I told him." "He didn't order the hits himself." "Well, we got the profiles on the other family members from the Dallas field office." "All right, well, tell me about 'em." "Middle brother Ethan has a record." "He also has some health issues." "Caleb's only 19, but according to Spackman that kid's a real smart-ass." "He's being groomed for something bigger." "Intel's a little sketchy on the mom, Belinda." "Well, one of them must have reached out to the hit man to make the contract." "Yeah, but we don't know which one or how." "Spackman's team has been through all their phone records." "The family's been wired up for months." "And I take it they searched their computers." "No communication regarding hits on a witness, no coded messages -- all clean as a whistle." "But they're not." "Why don't you go see the family?" "Take Jane." "You got it." "Hey!" "Who are you people?" "How'd you get in here?" "Ethan Bittaker?" "Who wants to know?" "F.B.I." "Ah, you can keep walking." "Gotta have an appointment." "Ma!" "Ma?" "!" "The feebs are here." "Oh, Ethan!" "Please don't be rude." "How can I help you, agents?" "We want to talk to you about four dead men, and the hit you have out on Lily Stoppard." "Whoa!" "That's quite a leap." "How did we arrive there?" "What four dead men?" "Who's Lily?" "Mrs. Bittaker, you are a fabulous liar." "Sir, please don't mock me." "My oldest boy is in jail for a crime he didn't do, and Ethan here has terrible health problems." "Honey, you know I love you." "And we're just making it hand-to-mouth until this whole mess is cleared up." "And I have no idea what you're talking about." "Really?" "Because these Ferraris and Phantoms don't say "hand-to-mouth" to me." "It's like a master class in dishonesty." "You can't just bust in here and accuse us of assassinations, or whatever the hell else." "That's harassment." "Yeah." "Where's your warrant?" "Ethan " " Ethan, I understand." "Being a Bittaker middle child can't be easy, and I-I sympathize." "But you really do have to take control of these attention issues." "Mrs. Bittaker, where have you been for the last three days?" "Beauty shop..." "[ Game playing indistinctly ] Oh!" "Head shot!" "Sweet!" "Oh, check your left, funguy!" "Left!" "Sniper's on you!" "Boom!" "Cal Da King crushes again!" "Ha ha!" "Kneel before me and die, scum!" "This is Caleb?" "He's the one with the smarts, huh?" "This is a private office." "You got to get out of here." "What's that game he's playing?" "Looks fun." "Come on." "I'll go." "Get out of here!" "I'm going." "[ I.V. pole thuds on floor ]" "Did you break her yet?" "Ah, okay." "Let's go, Cho." "Pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Bittaker." "You have a wonderful family." "You must be very proud." "You can sneer at me all you like." "I will." "Thank you." "Hey." "Lay off the antidepressants." "They're making you slow." "And you're still not happy, are you?" "Don't ever make me tell you this again." "Do not play this game when people are here." "Got it?" "Here we are." ""War Lord III"." "Hold on." "Cal Da King, you say." "I will run the logs." "[ Typing ]" "[ Clicks mouse ] Yep." "He's in a tournament circle." "Caleb's gamer tag is "Cal Da King", and from there, they can talk to anyone, anywhere, anytime?" "If they're in your circle." "Hmm." "Well, bingo." "That's how they communicated with the hit man -- through the game." "There's a thousand people in Cal Da King's circle, and conversations aren't logged." "There's no way to narrow it down." "Is there some kind of ranking, uh, thing?" "Of course." "That's the point." "So if someone entered the war lord circle that wasn't really there as a gamer, then -- they would suck, basically." "Okay, let's run an I.D. trace on the bottom three cyber warriors on that list." "Of course." "Just in time." "Ballistics came up with a match." "We have a suspect." "He has two previous hits with the same make of bullet." "Yeah, you were right, Jane." "This guy's definitely from the region." "Either that, or he's been operating here for the last few years." "Downloads from the realtor's smartphone says that he was meeting someone named Lydon." "Which is obviously an alias." "Now the problem is we got no fingerprints on this guy." "Got no facial recognition, no I.D., nothing." "Did we verify's Lydon's connection to the Bittakers?" "Not so far." "Normally, with a guy like Lydon, there'll be a go-between involved, an intermediary who side-steps hard or cyber links." "Now the problem is tracking it." "There's too many potential methods of communication." "They could be using anything." "They could be using dating sites or a dead e-mail address." "Hell, they could even use the old-school meet on the street, so..." "And we don't have time [ Knock on door ] to go through all of this " "Sorry to interrupt." "Jane, I've got three names for you." "Ah, the Bittaker/Lydon connection." "The bottom three are Juniesdad -- 62-year-old male from Nova Scotia." "Eh." "Oldgalsrule -- 57-year-old female from the U.K." "Countmein66, 35-year-old female from Louisiana." "Her." "Definitely her." "Excuse me, Jane." "What the hell are you talking about?" "Well, I highly doubt your go-between lives in Nova Scotia, or the U.K., for that matter, so I'm gonna vote on Miss Louisiana." "[ Cell phone rings ]" "Wylie:" "Her real name is Peg Baily from Lafitte, and get this -- her ex used to work as an enforcer for the Bittakers." "Lisbon:" "Thanks, Wylie." "Looks pretty deserted." "No, I think there's someone here." "We have to assume that it's..." "All right, here's the plan " "Lisbon and I are gonna check it out." "Jane, you stay." "Ken, really?" "Stay?" "Listen to me." "For all we know, this lady's just bad at video games, all right, and I don't want to go upsetting the locals." "I'm happy to wait here." "I'm not your dog." "[ Whispers ] Jackass." "[ Knock on door ] Spackman:" "Anybody here?" "Wait here." "I'll check around the back." "Hey!" "Oop!" "There's someone there." "[ Continues pounding ]" "Excuse me, sir, does Peg Baily live here?" "Oh, uh, Peg's not here." "We're with the F.B.I. I'm Agent Lisbon." "This is Patrick Jane." "Who are you?" "Austin." "You've come a long way." "Uh..." "Hope that nothing serious brought you down." "I'm Peg's cousin Billy." "Wh-what's the issue, ma'am?" "Can we come in?" "If you want." "I can't tell you when she'll be back." "You can tell your friend he can come in." "[ Gunshots ]" "Uhh!" "[ Shell casings clatter ]" "[ Gunshots ]" "[ Spackman gasping ]" "[ Gasping continues ]" "Jane, stay with him." "[ Gasping ] Okay." "Spackman." "[ Coughing ]" "Spackman, look at me." "[ Birds chirping, wings flapping ]" "In, 1, 2." "Wide open." "Out, 1, 2." "Pain flowing out with -- good job keeping his heart rate down before we got here." "Probably kept him from bleeding out." "[ Lift whirs ]" "Take care, Spackman." "Hey, boss, they're bringing Spackman to a hospital in Port Arthur now." "But they have stabilized him." "I don't know." "I think so." "He's gonna be okay." "Uh, one more thing." "We found a picture of Lily Stoppard on Peg Baily's computer." "I want you two to get back here A.S.A.P." "We'll put you in a room [ Siren wailing ] with a forensic sketch artist." "All right, we'll get there as soon as we can." "[ Equipment whirring ]" "[ Steady beeping ]" "The problem is we got too good a look at him." "Well, how is that a problem?" "Well, this is who we saw." "Uh-huh." "Lydon knows we got a good, clear look at his face." "He'll never be that good ol' boy again." "Wylie, can you take this and generate disguise variations on it?" "Hair length, glasses, beard, that kind of thing?" "Yeah, sure." "Excellent." "See what that turns up." "[ Knock ] You wanted to see me, boss?" "The arrogance of it all." "Normally is." "Witnesses, our people, now this Peg Baily." "Jane figures they communicate with her through video games, and just like that, she's dead." "God, I want to crush these people." "[ Breathes sharply ] Yeah." "Me, too." "Ethan Bittaker has kidney dialysis four times a day." "I'm thinking he might be a tad fragile, with his health issues and all." "And he has 38 months left on his parole." "You want me to lean on him?" "Let's both go lean on him." "Let me go!" "Let me go!" "Mom!" "Stop it!" "Stop it!" "Mom -- What's going on?" "!" "What are you doing?" "!" "What's it look like we're doing?" "Well, it looks like you're arresting a dangerous parole violator, Agent Cho." "Parole violator?" "What did I do?" "Consorting with a known felon." "Who?" "Kelvin Bittaker." "That's -- that's my brother." "That's ridiculous." "Bad news, Ethan -- jail time for the rest of your sentence." "Mom!" "Mom!" "He has to be on dialysis in less than an hour." "Oh." "Well -- well, that is a problem." "Well, how's this?" "We'll take his I.V. pole with us." "Just while we hold you." "Now, I can't say what's gonna happen when he goes back to the pen." "What's going on?" "Care to illuminate me, Agent?" "Supervising Agent Dennis Abbott." "My." "I'm gonna lay this out in words that are designed to resonate." "You're gonna call off the hit on Lily Stoppard." "You will call it off, and you will deliver us Lydon, or I won't be able to answer to your son's well-being." "I have no idea what you're talking about." "I'm truly lost in this conversation." "You want to call my bluff?" "Well, do it." "Please." "Because while Ethan suffers, or whatever happens to him, it'll be on you." "He's nothing to me." "But he's not, is he?" "He's not nothing to you." "You're a lawman, a supervising agent, and he is a citizen." "Sure, you may make him unhappy or uncomfortable, but you're not gonna let him die." "You're too damn ethical for that." "They don't know me, do they, Cho?" "No." "I think I do." "And I'm gonna bet my son on it." "Nice chatting with you, ma'am." "[ Lowered voice ] Okay, go get that damn pole." "[ Metal zings ]" "1...2...3..." "Bang..." "Bang." "[ Clicks ]" "[ Click ]" "I've set it for slideshow." "Let me know if you need more." "[ Clicks mouse, man on game speaks indistinctly ]" "Whoa, no." "No, no, no, no, no." "Hold on." "[ Gunfire on game ]" "Sorry." "That's not it." "[ Clicks mouse ]" "[ Exhales ]" "Impressive." "Can you print those out?" "Sure." "And make sure you send them to the hotel Lily's staying at as soon as you can." "Nice job." "[ Mouse clicks ] Of course, "Battlefield" was always my favorite, but that's just me." ""Battlefield"?" "Oh." "Yeah." "You know, the big boy game." "But, hey, some people just can't handle that kind of pressure." "Oh, you mean that little simple game with just a couple hot keys to worry about -- left trigger, right trigger, win?" "Oh, it won't be so simple when I no-scope you for a team wipe." "Listen, Vega, I think a little one-v.-one might clear this whole thing up." "Pistols only." "Any day, any time." "[ Presses key ]" "[ Elevator bell dings ]" "[ Pole rattles ]" "The hit is still in play." "We'll hold Ethan for 24 hours, but Lydon has been a step ahead of us the whole way." "We have to get ahead now." "Lily's testifying tomorrow." "First thing in the morning, yeah." "Well, Lydon probably already scoped out her hotel, so we'll change her." "Lily's safe as long as she's in her hotel room, yeah?" "Yes." "She has full protection from the car to the courthouse." "But not en route to the car?" "No." "No, you -- you want to stay ahead of Lydon, you leave Lily where she is, we make our own plan." "Okay, which is what?" "The general who chooses the field of battle wisely wins before the fighting starts." "[ Sighs ] Okay." "I'm listening." "[ Printer whirs ]" "Patrick:" "Lobbies are porous." "Multiple ways in and out." "Lots of camouflage, too." "We'll need all hands on deck." "The moment we leave her room, it's on." "[ Cart rattles ] Bang." "Lydon will take advantage of small spaces and passageways, areas not seen by the public." "He'll use it all." "Bang!" "[ Door closes ]" "Bang." "We can't leave the husband behind." "We'll have to position him, too." "He'll have an exit plan well in place." "We're gonna want one, too." "Bang." "Bang." "Bang." "By my count, I've been shot six times." "Seven, but, uh..." "Okay." "That's good." "I got it." "Thank you." "[ Crickets chirping ]" "[ Murmurs ]" "[ Clicks ]" "Hi." "You all right?" "Uh, yeah." "I'm fine." "Everything's gonna be okay tomorrow." "You know that, right?" "We know what we're doing." "It's a good plan." "It's a really good plan." "He has a good plan, too." "We're gonna be safe." "Someone could get hurt." "It's always dangerous." "This is different." "Everybody will be fine." "I promise." "We're all gonna be fine, if that's what this insomnia's about." "Yeah, you're right." "I'm right, and everything's gonna be okay?" "No, it's what the insomnia's about." "Come to bed." "Please?" "Come on." "[ Chuckles softly ]" "[ Clicks ]" "Do you want me to sing you the lullaby" "I used to sing to my brother when I couldn't sleep?" "Um..." "I really, uh, don't want to hear that." "Okay." "Mm." "Mm." "♪ Oh, oh ♪" "♪ we're halfway there ♪ [ Groans ]" "♪ Oh, oh ♪" "♪ livin' on a prayer ♪" "♪ take my hand and we'll -- ♪ yeah." "[ Laughs ] ♪ make it, I swear ♪" "Come on, sing." "[ Groans ]" "♪ Oh, oh ♪" "♪ livin' on a prayer ♪" "♪ take my hand and we'll make it, I swear ♪ ♪ mm-hmm, think of the pain ♪" "[ Click, buzzing ]" "[ Buzzing continues ]" "[ Buzzing continues ]" "[ Razor clatters, buzzing stops ]" "[ Indistinct conversations ]" "Wylie's in position [ Door closes ] in the van outside." "Okay, good." "Everyone should be getting into place soon." "The only thing that we have to do is run the timeline with Lily and Matthew." "Uh, Vega, would you mind getting them?" "Did you confirm that the monitors are up in the van?" "Yes." "Wylie was able to tap into the hotel security system." "All the monitors in the van are on live feed now." "Okay." "Excellent." "Hey, Lily." "How you doing?" "Fine." "That's good." "Matthew, holding up?" "Is it time already?" "No, not yet." "Lily's expected to be in the courthouse in a little under two hours, so we'll leave in about an hour." "Matthew, we're gonna need to get you into position ahead of time before Lily leaves the room." "The car will be in the garage of the hotel." "The elevator goes directly to them, but we do have alternative routes just in case something happens." "Can you people guarantee that this will work?" "Today's plan has your wife's safety as our only goal." "We don't know exactly how this is gonna play out, but I can say that we've explored every possible scenario, and we're prepared for it." "Well, thank you." "All of you." "Good." "All right." "Vega, if you don't mind." "[ Clears throat ]" "[ Door opens ]" "Hey." "If anything happens to her today, you know, and I could have stopped it..." "Matthew, your wife wants to do this, and we'll do everything to keep her safe." "It was a good decision." "You need to trust her on it, okay?" "I'd like to run through the schematics one more time." "I'm gonna take a -- another quick look around." "I'll be back very soon." "Okay." "[ Loud burst ] [ Woman screams ]" "Okay, it's happening." "[ Alarm wailing ]" "Lisbon:" "What's happening?" "Cho:" "Smoke in the hallway." "Smoke bomb?" "Yeah, probably." "It's okay." "Everybody just stay back." "Good." "All right?" "It's a decoy." "He wants the chaos." "We push on." "Let's get into position." "The elevators are gonna get shut down." "They do that in emergencies." "Okay, Jane, I need you to get down to the van where Wylie is." "All right?" "Take the stairs." "Everybody, let's go." "[ Woman screaming ]" "[ Alarm wailing ] Make your way to the exits!" "This is an emergency!" "You cannot go back to your room!" "Make your way to the exits!" "Everyone calm down, slow down, take your time!" "This is an emergency!" "You cannot go back to your room!" "Make your way to the exits!" "[ Alarm continues, sirens wailing, horns honk ]" "[ Noises fade ]" "[ Typing ]" "[ Siren wailing ]" "[ Door closes ] Abbott and Magath are in the leased suite on monitor 1." "All right, so how do I talk to them?" "Thank you." "Abbott, it's Jane." "I'm in the van." "All right, copy that." "Lisbon and Cho are in the bedroom with Lily." "Good." "So everyone's accounted for." "Where's Vega?" "I'm here." "I'm in position." "Excellent." "Everyone listen up." "Watch for emergency personnel, anyone in a uniform." "That's how Lydon's coming in." "[ Sirens continue wailing ]" "[ Indistinct conversations ]" "[ Alarm wailing, conversations continue ]" "[ Alarm continues wailing ]" "[ Alarm blaring, door closes ]" "Uh, you need to go now." "Copy that." "We're moving out." "Are you good?" "I'm good." "Let's go." "[ Indistinct conversations ]" "[ Sirens wailing ]" "What do we have here?" "Is that him?" "Is that him?" "Patrick:" "Hey, Lisbon, west stairwell, entering the 6th floor." "Could be him dressed as an EMT." "I got it." "Don't get too close." "Just try to confirm if it's him." "Jane, I got it. [ Coughs ]" "Jane, I'm on the 6th floor now." "Yeah " " Lisbon, it looks like he may be at the other end." "Keep going." "Ma'am, you okay?" "Woman:" "Uh, I hurt my ankle." "Which one is it?" "All right, we're gonna need you to reach out here, okay?" "You're gonna be okay." "Follow me." "Lisbon:" "Jane, it's not him." "Abbott:" "We're headed down to the 7th floor." "[ Door closes ]" "Abbott, by no means rushing you, but if things get tight, we may have to rethink things." "Good to know you're not rushing me." "[ Shouting indistinctly ]" "[ Device clicks ]" "Jane, the lights went out." "Yeah, I, uh, I saw that." "He is there." "Be careful." "[ Gasps ] [ Radio chatter ]" "[ Click, burst ]" "Help!" "Help me!" "I've been shot!" "I got this." "You got it?" "All right, I got it." "There's a shooter in the hotel." "He went downstairs." "Okay, buddy, hold on." "Oh... oh, tell them to be careful." "All right." "Let me see where you got hit." "Uhh!" "[ Body thuds ]" "[ Grunts ]" "[ Presses button ] Elevator's in lockdown." "Try the stairway." "[ Coughs ]" "[ Metal zings, clatters ]" "Down!" "[ Bursts ]" "[ Coughs ]" "[ Gunshots ]" "[ Click ]" "Suspect is down." "[ Laughing ]" "We got an agent down." "Service stairwell, 7th floor." "[ Groaning ]" "Patrick:" "Everyone all right?" "Jane." "That's confirmed." "[ Beeping ]" "The target's secure." "Great work, team." "Patrick:" "Did you get that, Lisbon?" "Lisbon, where are you?" "Yeah." "I got it." "I'm here." "I'm just getting back with the team." "It's good news." "Well, here we are." "Cozy." "Lily Stoppard took the stand today." "Testified against your son Kelvin." "We had a positive I.D. on Lydon, hard evidence against you and your family for five murders and two attempted murders." "So now you want me to crack, throw a child of mine under the bus to save myself?" "No." "Good, because I won't." "Someone like you doesn't have the faintest idea about the love a parent has for a child." "You're right, I don't." "But I'm guessing it's what Jamie Owen's mom felt about him." "And the other five victims." "They had parents, too." "No deals." "No bargaining." "You're all gonna go down together." "It'll be a family trip." "Have you figured it out yet, Belinda?" "How your never-miss hit man missed so badly?" "He was close, too." "But we knew that." "That's why we moved Lily out of harm's way and subbed in one of our own..." "Right before his eyes." "Sometimes people just see what they want to see." "I don't meant to gloat, but..." "[ Man speaking indistinctly ]" "Hey, Vega, you see this?" "What?" "Oh, uh, sorry, sorry." "Not this." "I meant..." "[ Battle noises on video game ]" "[ Gasps ] No way!" "Oh, it is so on!" "Oh, yeah?" "Oh, yeah!" "You think?" "[ Scoffs ] I know!" "[ Controllers clicking ]" "You are going down!" "Unh-unh!" "Stop!" "Man:" "Watch out!" "Watch out!" "Ha!" "Won't happen." "[ Gunfire ]" "Hey, that's cheating!" "[ Laughs ]" "It's not." "I am so going for you." "It's not gonna happen." "You are going down!" "You're gonna lose." "You ready?" "Ready..." "[ Rustling ]" "There you are." "Here I am." "Yeah." "Ah." "Okay." "What's wrong?" "[ Clattering ] Why?" "You must already know." "[ Chuckles softly ] Yeah." "I-I took you -- you took me off." "Mm-hmm." "On purpose." "You knew that wasn't Lydon on the 6th floor." "You had to have, but you sent me there anyway." "Yeah, that's right." "I wanted to protect you." "Protect me?" "Mm-hmm." "I'm an F.B.I. agent." "I know." "It's my job." "I know." "I'm sorry." "But..." "What?" "You'd do it again?" "Yeah." "I..." "Yep, probably would." "That's a problem." "It's not a problem." "A really big one." "No, it's " "You can't do that." "Okay?" "You have to let me do my job." "If you can't -- Yeah, I understand." "If you can't..." "I don't know." "How do we work together?" "Well..." "We work it out." "[ Button clicks ]" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"