"It's funny, isn't it?" "Dead cars are quite beautiful in their way, whereas dead people... not so much." "Huh?" "I suppose if we were cars, this place would be a horrific Charnel house." "Ugh." "It's too early for philosophy." "Never too early." " Hey, Cho!" " Some talking about..." "Hey boss." "It's over this way." "Hey, we've got an unidentified female, somewhere in her late teens, early 20s." "Oh, wow." "A little notice would've been nice." "Be grateful it's wintertime." "It could be a lot worse." "Looks like she was bludgeoned multiple times around her left temple." "There's some serious blunt force trauma to the back of her head as well." "Somebody wanted her good and dead." "How long has she been down?" "From the decomposition of the body, she's probably been out here at least a week." "Is that the guy who found her?" "Yeah, a scavenger came across the victim when he was combing through the van." "It looks like somebody took something off of her after she was already here." "A watch or a bracelet, I'm guessing." "Left the earrings though." "Found a set of tracks over there." "I think they're connected." "It's a salvage area." "There'd have to be lots of tracks." "Yeah, it's a long shot, but there weren't many tracks in the area, and these look pretty fresh." "Smells like transmission fluid." "That's what I thought." "I'll have forensics run some tests." "Now if a vehicle with a leaking transmission made the track, then the driver couldn't have gone far without service." "Hey, what's... what's his name?" "Franklin." "Cool, it boy." "May I?" "I have a way with dogs." "Hey, Franklin." "How are you?" "Yeah, you're a good boy." "I thought you said you had a way with dogs." "He wanted freedom." "Franklin!" "Heel!" "Keep up, Lisbon!" "Franklin!" "What's that?" "Franklin, come." "Come on now." "Get out of there, Franklin." "Aah!" "It's a foot!" "Another body." "Are you done?" "Hey, what do you say, Franklin?" "Are we done yet?" "Huh, we done?" "The cadaver dogs didn't find any more bodies, did they?" "Thankfully, no." "The test confirmed there was a lot of transmission fluid in that track at the scene." "And the tire pattern only fits a few specific van models." "I'm checking garages to see if any vehicles fitting the description were turned in with transmission problems over the last week." "All right." "Cho, you mind helping him out?" "Is there a problem here?" "No." "No, ma'am." "Great." "I see a name." "Did we I.D. the victims?" "Only on one." "Got a hit on her prints." "It's for the second victim you found." "Her name was Valerie Bestin." "No next of kin." "She was arrested four years ago after hitting a homeless man while driving drunk." "The M.E. puts her time of death within the last 24 hours." "Bestin was bludgeoned in the same manner as the first victim." "What about an I.D. on the other victim?" "Her prints haven't come up yet." "The M.E. pegs her as latina, early 20s." "Do a preliminary search of the missing persons database." "Maybe we'll get lucky." "Yes, ma'am." "All right, we've got two victims..." "one Caucasian, the other probably latina." "At least a 10-year age gap between them, and judging by their clothes, Valerie had more money." "But both were bludgeoned and dumped in the same place one week after the other." "What's the connection?" "Library, bowling alley, nail salon." "Could be anything." "Well, let's focus on what we do know." "What about the homeless guy Bestin hit?" "He's been in a secure mental facility since last year." "Speaking of mental facilities, have you seen Jane?" "I need to talk to him." "There you are!" "Where's my couch?" "Oh." "Yes." "I bought you a new one." "I like my old couch." "No, you don't." "You've gotta try this one." "Let's discuss it later." "We have to talk." "Have you ever been into knitting?" "What?" "No, of course not." "You grew up surrounded by boys." "What are you talking about?" "Hi there." "You seem to have very nimble fingers." "Are you now or have you ever been a knitter?" "No." "Agent Lisbon." "Yes, Dr. Montague." "It's a pleasure to meet you." "And you must be Patrick Jane." "I must be." "You were saying we needed to talk." "Yes, Dr. Montague is consulting on the case." "Oh?" "Yes, she's a decision science consultant." "She works with the FBI and state agencies." "Her work helped bring in the quarry killer." "I'm developing a predictive computer model." "It identifies the patterns in crimes and assesses whether or not they were committed by the same perpetrator." "Wow." "Cool." "The systems flagged your two murders as the re-emergence of a killer known as "the Caveman."" "I remember him." "He bludgeoned his victims with a wooden club." "That was ten years ago." "Indeed, but the similarities between his victims and the victims in this case are statistically identical." "How so?" "The Caveman always picks two victims, one week apart." "Same physical attributes..." "brunettes, 120 to 140 pounds." "In every other respect, the choice seems entirely random... no geographic or demographic pattern." "Victims are bludgeoned on the side of the head with a wooden object, no evidence of sexual assault, bodies are left in waste sites and scrap yards, and the victims are unknown to each other." "This is classic Caveman." "Hmm." "Well, at least you're wrong with conviction." "These two women knew each other." "How do you know that?" "Okay, so this one..." "Yes, now if you look at the detail in this rose, and then again at the detail in this scarf, they were both done by the same hand." "Hmm." "Intriguing handicraft theory." "Yeah." "But even if we were able to establish a link between the victims, it doesn't exclude the Caveman from being the killer." "It merely expands the modeling paradigm." "Merely expands the modeling paradigm." "Wasn't the Caveman known for sending poetry, animal organs, even crude drawings to the police?" "We haven't received anything like that." "We will." "Hi, boss." "Found out that Valerie Bestin was a financial director at an online company called Agile Turtle." "Dr. Montague, this is agent Wayne Rigsby." "Rigsby, Dr. Montague's consulting on the case, and you'll be her liaison." "It's a pleasure to meet you." "Why don't you show her around?" "All right, I can keep you the 50-cent tour." "Start in the major crimes section." "Really?" "A decision science consultant?" "Don't start." "This goes way above us." "We're good to the feds, the feds will be good to us." "When in doubt, don't act out." "You just made a rhyme." "When am I ever in doubt?" "Seriously, you start trouble, and I will..." "You'll burst my bubble?" "She was such a good person, you know?" "She took all these underprivileged-like kids hiking at half dome earlier this year." "Mr. Beechum, did Valerie have any friends or co-workers that were young latinas?" "Mm, no." "There's not really that many women that work here." "You had a crush on her, didn't you?" "Why do you say that?" "Attractive young woman, single computer programmer, birds, bees." "I could go on." "I'm more of an entrepreneur than a programmer these days, but that isn't an untrue statement." "She was a lovely lady." "Hmm." "But when you made your move, she shot you down." "No." "Well..." "Yeah, I wouldn't really call it a move." "But there were no hard feelings." "I mean, if I killed every woman that shot me down," "I would be a monster." "You know, well..." "I mean, I'm not..." "You know what I mean." "Mnh-mnh." "When was the last time you saw Valerie?" "Uh, yesterday at work." "Okay, I think we're done here." "You do?" "Yes." "Oh, actually, no." "I have one more question." "Where's the nearest homeless shelter?" "Valerie was deeply guilt-ridden over hitting the homeless guy." "She started collecting soap, shampoo, and crayons." "She was taking kids hiking." "She probably volunteered her time..." "In a homeless shelter?" "Sometimes you act like I don't know Jack." "More rhyming." "Now that's even rapping." "* Sometimes you act like I don't know Jack *" "I'm-a drop a beat back there." "Yeah." "Yee-yee." "Valerie Bestin?" "Of course." "She volunteered here." "That's what I told the other people." "What other people?" "Um, those people." "Hi." "How'd you know to come here?" "Women are 17% more likely than men to self-direct into redemptive recourse after committing crimes." "Given Valerie Bestin's lack of relapse after D.U.I." "with injury incident, it only made sense that she would follow the pattern, so I called treatment facilities and shelters in surrounding areas until I found the right place." "So you... guessed." "Ah, it's more of a scientific hypothesis, really." "Just keep us in the loop." "Noted." "Need to head back and code these interviews." "If you'll excuse us." "You have to admit, she really knows her stuff." "I'm admitting nothing." "She's huffing and puffing." "Wait." "That rhymes." "Like I told Dr. Montague, I didn't know Valerie very well." "But she would often bring donations with her." "Desperately needed." "Ah, we're stretched pretty thin around here, so our focus is on our guests." "Uh, but Paula had more contact with her than I did." "Valerie was a saint." "She never talked down to nobody." "Always making' sure we was eatin' better, drinkin' less." "Oh, when Marty died, she was, like... cryin'." "She really cared." "Marty?" "A former guest." "He passed away here a couple weeks ago." "A bad case of flu swept through here." "Lot of people got sick, and poor Marty's system just..." "Just couldn't handle it, you know?" "Any other questions, Jane?" "Uh, yes, um, I do have one more question..." "Yeah." "In fact." "Do either of you recall whether Valerie was a-a knitter?" "Knitting." "Thank you for your time." "All right." "Thank you." "Just got back the forensics report." "Both victims were bludgeoned with the same object." "Identical wood fibers were found in both their wounds." "Sounds like the Caveman." "I don't think he has the patent on killing with a 2x4." "You know, we should think about a press response to this." "Being ahead of media speculation makes us look less reactive." "Well, hang on." "We're not even sure it's the Caveman." "We don't need to speak to the press just yet." "I disagree." "But I hear you..." "and I understand your concerns." "Yes, you hear me, most certainly." "But I doubt very much you understand my concerns." "If you're so sure that it's not the Caveman, why are you reading up on his file?" "I like to read." "I have insomnia." "I don't like warm milk." "I'm lactose-intolerant." "I could go on." "Did you know that habitual mockery is a strong indicator of depression?" "No." "But thank you for enlightening me." "Um, that was inappropriate." "I apologize." "Ohh, this is the last address." "One of these vans has to have been at the salvage area." "How many left?" "Nine." "Oh, we already hit eight." "God, my feet hurt." "Your feet hurt?" "Is there some way we can work this out?" "What?" "I have to spell it out?" "Okay, look, I lied." "I lied to the P.S.U. to protect my dad, and you had to lie to cover me, and I owe you big-time." "Look, I get that you're mad at me, and I'm sorry." "But please, can we move past this?" "Okay." "Okay?" "What, like..." "like, we're okay, okay?" "Police!" "Hey, what the hell, man?" "CBI." "We need to ask you a couple questions." "You the owner of this van?" "Yeah." "You get your transmission fixed this morning?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Ma'am, where'd you get that bracelet?" "At the none-of-your-damn- business store." "So did your friend Yasmeen in the back of the van know where this bracelet came from?" "Oh, that wasn't a friend." "That was just a little dinner." "It's weird that your dinner's name was Yasmeen, but this bracelet you gave her has the initials" ""F.T." engraved on it." "Imagine that." "It's too bad you forgot the matching earrings off the woman you killed." "I didn't kill anybody." "Then how'd you end up with a dead woman's bracelet?" "You know, decomposing bodies can still leave a lot of evidence?" "Only a matter of time before they match up the D.N.A." "Left on this bracelet to her body." "Look... sometimes I haul junk to that yard." "I was there looking around for whatever." "There she was, already dead." "The bracelet wasn't doing her any good." "Too much of a wuss to be a killer." "Lacking in grandiosity, only one divorce, no traffic violations." "An undercurrent of rage would normally express itself at least in a driving record." "I'm not seeing a propensity for violence here." "So you agree with me?" "Not our killer." "Hmm." "Thank you." "The Caveman was never known to steal jewelry off his victims, so that clears up that anomaly." "Life's just one giant mathematical equation for you, isn't it?" "I would like that." "I confess." "This isn't the Caveman." "So you say." "I got $1 that says the same thing." "I have no objection to gambling." "You're on." "Hmm." "Oh, someone's popular." "Hardly." "What is it?" "Ugh, what the hell?" "Ohh." "Looks like a kidney." "There's a poem on the other side of that paper, I suspect?" "You've seen this before?" ""The ladies are dead." "I crushed their heads." "And after the lash, they go into the trash."" "It's from the Caveman." "Poetry week." "You could've done better than that." "I believe we had a wager." "Ah." "Yeah." "Thank you." "We've received reliable notification from an individual calling himself "the Caveman,"" "who claims responsibility for the murder of two local area women..." "Hey." "Ms. Montague in her element." "It's not often you see a profiler basking in the spotlight." "Well, Montague says that a killer like the Caveman craves acknowledgment for his crimes." "Giving him some attention could keep him from taking another victim early." "You like Montague, don't you?" "No." "I mean, I... don't dislike her." "What's to dislike?" "Right." "Still working on, uh, where the Caveman sent the package from, but we got an I.D. on the other victim." "Excellent." "Fernanda Talan." "Engraved initials on the back of her stolen bracelet helped make a positive match." "Her cousins reported her missing about a week ago." "She worked for them at a bottling plant." "Ah." "Still wearing that brooch, I see, but where's the power suit?" "Well, wearing a palette of neutral tones is less threatening when interviewing people." "Hi." "Hey, boss." "I just got Valerie Bestin's phone records." "Lately she's been getting a lot of calls from Donovan Treadlow, the homeless shelter director." "He said he barely knew her." "Well, he lied." "Take Cho." "Get the story." "Fernanda was our cousin from my mother's family." "She came to us to get away from the violence in Oakland." "This wasn't supposed to happen to her." "Her brother was killed just last year, and now this?" "She was going to make it." "Tranquila, Nilda." "When was the last time you saw Fernanda?" "About a week ago." "She took the bus after work and just vanished." "We were worried immediately when she didn't show up the next day because she never missed work." "Where did she work?" "On the line." "In there?" "Have you see Valerie Bestin around your neighborhood?" "No." "We only heard about her through the news and you all." "I like the packaging." "What flavor is that?" "Um... probably our orange cream sodas, right, Esther?" "Yes." "We make natural sodas." "No corn syrup, no artificial flavors." "We employ locals, pay them right." "People used to shake their heads when we first started, but now they're getting it." "Fernanda had made a huge change here." "She wanted to be a nurse and..." "It's just all so sad." "Is this a boy or girl?" "I can't really see." "It's a boy." "A boy lizard." "What's his name?" "Chuy." "Hey, Chuy." "Ms. Montague, you're awfully quiet." "I'm sure you have some questions." "Ms. Montague here... she's, uh, super, super clever." "She's a scientist." "Thank you, Mr. Jane." "Oh, pleasure." "Did Fernanda ever abuse alcohol?" "No." "What about illegal or controlled substances?" "What are you trying to say, that Fernanda got mixed up in drugs?" "I'm looking into traits and habits which might give some insight into why she was chosen by the Caveman." "Finding out why Fernanda's to blame for getting murdered?" "What kind of quack are you?" "I'm sure that's not what Dr. Montague meant." "Uh, it appears that you've got this covered, so I'm just going to, uh, go inside and take a look." "Ma'am, I did not mean to offend." "If you let me explain my procedure to you..." "Fernanda was a sweetheart, hard worker, had gotten pretty sick a couple of weeks back, but there she was, on the job." "Sick how?" "Stomach bug, something." "Dedicated." "Absolutely." "Shy at first, but then she really got into it, asking how we did things, you know, just learning the process." "Can I, um, try one of these sodas?" "Absolutely." "Cheers." "Mmm!" "Yeah, that's good." "What's, uh, what's happening tomorrow night?" "They're having a candlelight vigil for Fernanda." "Mm." "Is the Helios Street Line difficult to get to?" "No." "Bus stop is right out front." "Hey!" "Hey, uh, Lisbon's just finishing up in there." "Won't be a moment." "What'd you find out?" "Various things." "All data is useful data." "So nothing then?" "And you?" "Well, I found out how our two victims were connected." "How?" "Get on the bus." "I'll show you." "Wait." "But my car is..." "Nah, just get on the bus." "Come on." "Mr. Treadlow, you had a late night conversation with Valerie Bestin the day before she died." "You say you hardly knew her, and there you are calling her at midnight." "Why'd you lie?" "How it looks is bad, but it was shelter business." "Your wife can confirm that." "That's not necessary." "Then tell us about those calls." "Valerie was always thinking she saw me being too friendly with our female guests." "What did she see?" "Me comforting them." "Never discount the power of healing touch." "So how often are you healing the homeless women around here?" "Don't make it sound so sordid." "If there were nothing wrong, your wife would be standing here." "Look..." "Valerie kept yammering about how she was gonna tell my wife if I didn't." "So I was trying to persuade her to let me handle it in my own way." "We've looked into you, Mr. Treadlow." "You and your wife started running this shelter nine months ago?" "Yes, when we moved to the area." "But this isn't the first time you lived around here." "You worked construction here." "Ten years ago, right?" "I did." "What are you getting at?" "Well, you left town in the middle of a housing boom, just after a serial killer named "the Caveman"" "stopped murdering the local women." "And now you're back, and here's the Caveman again." "Crazy, right?" "Come on." "You need to come with us." "Please." "Now that, uh..." "Brooch that you wear all the time..." "Does it carry any special meaning or significance?" "No." "No?" "I only own one piece of jewelry." "Saves time and mental energy." "That's very efficient." "Lucky it looks very good on you." "Thank you." "That's Agile Turtle." "So the office where Valerie Bestin worked is on the same bus route as the factory where Fernanda Talan worked." "The homeless shelter's on the same line, too." "All right, that's... that's a very suggestive link, but..." "Lisbon?" "Yes, I ditched you." "Uh, I must confess." "But look at the bright side." "I left you with a car this time." "There's no need to be so grumpy." "It's okay." "I call bearing news." "Our victims met on the Helios line." "It's a bus route." "A bus." "Public transportation." "Yes." "And I would bet that the killer met the victims on this same bus." "Mm-hmm." "Well... it's always a pleasure." "Okay." "Bye-bye." "Pure surmise." "Yes." "Pure." "Anything on the Jane bus angle?" "I found out Valerie Bestin barely used her car even though she got her license back a year ago." "She mainly took the bus, just like Fernanda." "Cho, I thought you were with Treadlow." "We're letting him think a while." "I'm working with the D.A.'s office to get all the personnel files released by the bus company." "Van Pelt?" "I'm running filters on all the riders with bus passes to see if anything flags." "Nothing as of yet." "Okay, and when you're done with that, find my old couch." "I don't recall there being a strong correlation between the victims and the use of public transportation." "The Caveman's adapting." "I'll need to update my model." "Ms. Montague, just..." "Doctor." "Dr. Montague." "Dr. Ms. Montague." "Just doctor." "Doctor?" "Yes." "Montague." "Mm-hmm." "Turn the super computer off." "Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride..." "And the company, if possible." "Mr. Jane." "Yes." "Got it in one." "Yes." "On a notion..." "Mm-hmm." "You have us sitting on a bus because our victims might have been on the bus at the same time?" "This is... messy." "Can I ask you a question as professionals?" "Two professionals... peers, if you will." "Why can't a notion, a thought, or an idea just hang out there for a moment?" "Just hang." "Because life is order and sequence." "Death is disorder, entropy." "Mm." "Did you know that California leads the number of serial killers in the nation?" "B security, at least." "Excuse me." "Pardon me, ma'am." "Uh, I couldn't help but notice the beautiful detail work in this scarf." "Did you knit this yourself?" "Yes, I did." "That's very nice." "You know, you could sell these." "Do you... do you..." "Have you thought of selling these?" "Yeah." "You... you want to look?" "If you don't mind." "They're very nice." "She's got some great stuff here." "Beautiful." "Oh, this is beautiful." "Can I just try this on my..." "Lady friend?" "Look at this." "Look at that." "It's a very similar style..." "Stop." "To the one that Fernanda was wearing," " and it looks just terrific with her ensemble, no?" " Yes." "Excuse me, ma'am." "Hello." "We're investigating the murder..." "I'm so sorry." "No understand." "If I could just ask you..." "No understand." "But if you could just wait a second, I..." "Excellent people skills." "That's sarcasm." "Uh-huh." "We can work on that." "Hey." "Hey." "I was going through the personnel files for the bus drivers, and something flagged." "A bus driver, his name is Ralph Mercer." "He's only been with the bus company for the last six months." "So?" "According to his social security number, he's been dead 15 years." "So I did a little more digging, and fingerprint records say" "Mercer is actually Arthur Coffey." "Not a nice guy..." "long sheet, including aggravated rape and assault with a deadly weapon." "He drives the same route our victims rode?" "Afternoon and evening shifts." "Great." "Where is he now?" "Got his route schedule from his boss." "He's on the road now." "Hello, everybody." "I'm Patrick." "Uh, I'm sure you've all heard about the two local women found murdered." "Yes?" "Yes." "Fernanda Talan and Valerie Bestin..." "They rode this bus every day." "Yes, they did, and we..." "when I say "we,"" "I include my charming associate," "Dr. Montague." "We wanna know what you know about them..." "And any other shady people that you may have noticed on the bus." "Any information may be important." "Any little piece of information may..." "Be important." "Anything at all?" "Any detail?" "Okay." "Thank you." "Excellent people skills." "Ah, sarcasm." "That's very good." "You're learning." "But, uh, I, in fact, got an excellent response." "I'm told that the driver is a little shady." "Really?" "Yes, really." "How did you..." "Why are you guys following me?" "Uh, we'd like to ask you some questions." "Are you cops, or..." "No, we're consultants with law enforcement." "Uh-huh." "Actually, no, she's with law enforcement." "I'm just an innocent bystander." "She lured me into this whole mess." "He's getting away." "Do, uh, do something." "That's good." "Like what?" "What am I gonna do?" "Drop the weapon!" "Facedown to the ground now!" "That's nice timing." "Darn!" "With him in the back, there won't be room for you two." "Well, how are we gonna get back?" "Take the bus." "Come on, get up." "He was our driver." "Nice sheet, Arthur... carjacking, extortion, rape." "Now that we've found 30 bindles on you, we can add dealing as well." "I want to straighten out, okay?" "I got a disease... called addiction." "That's all it is... the dealing." "I'm just trying to, you know, maintain." "I'm a good person that made some wrong choices." "Are you the firstborn in your family, Mr. Coffey?" "Yeah." "Ever heard of the Caveman?" "Sure." "From the..." "TV news." "You know these women?" "Yeah." "They rode the bus." "They were killed by the Caveman." "I mean, it was just on TV." "In fact, yeah, it was you that was on TV, said it was the Caveman, right?" "Yeah." "How many sexual partners have you had?" "Wow." "You like to cut to the chase." "Um..." "like 100, 150." "Women?" "Men?" "Hello." "Women." "What is your point here?" "We need to know whether you killed these women because they found out about your side business or because you're the Caveman." "Hey." "No." "You think I'm the Caveman?" "No, no." "You got me all wrong here." "I deal a little blow, okay?" "I mean, I don't do murders." "I think I'll take a lawyer now." "Well, he's the only suspect we have with a direct link to both victims." "Yes, it's all very compelling, but I'm not convinced." "And, yes, you should." "Should what?" "Oh, you know what." "No." "Oh, yes, you do." "No, I don't." "Yes, you do." "That bus driver's an ass, but he isn't the Caveman." "I'm thinking the same thing." "His shifts at work don't match up with our timeline." "And without any hard evidence, I had to cut Treadlow loose, so we have to start from scratch." "Damn it to hell!" "Oh, language." "Please." "Bertram is on Hightower's back." "She's on mine." "It's all, "catch the Caveman, catch the Caveman."" "I hate serial killers." "Caveman didn't kill Fernanda and Valerie." "Trust me." "Well, how can you be so sure?" "Because I wrote the letter from the Caveman." "What did you just say?" "I wrote the letter from the Caveman." "Yeah, I heard you the first time." "Why'd you ask me to say it again?" "It was a rhetorical question!" "I just wanted to stir things up, just, you know, give Montague a little prod." "I get it." "She irks you." "No, she doesn't irk me." "I like her." "In fact, she amuses me." "Yeah, and in the meantime, everybody is freaking out because they think there's a serial killer on the loose." "Well, there is that, but..." "that was her story." "She made that up, not me." "Undoing this is gonna be a nightmare." "The press is gonna have a field day." "I have to tell the families." "Isn't there a candlelight vigil somewhere this evening?" "Well, I think so." "It's all gonna work out just fine." "I have... no doubt in my mind." "Dr. Montague." "Agent Rigsby." "Interesting line of questioning you had going in interrogation." "Oh, well, yes, as you know, sexual promiscuity and risky behavior are reliable indicators in psychopathy." "Uh, yes, you can learn a lot about a person from their sexual history." "I remember there was this one time we had this guy in custody, and he had a..." "It was a..." "It's an inappropriate story, sexual history-wise." "This has been, uh, nice." "What has been nice?" "Talking with you." "Oh, well." "You're welcome." "Agent Rigsby." "Yes?" "Your tea." "Yes." "I..." "Will take that to go." "What, uh, agent Rigsby wanted to say..." "Well, he... he wanted to ask you out on a date tonight." "I was... going to go to the candlelight vigil..." "Oh, I got..." "See, I picked that thing up." "Um..." "This is for you." "Rigsby picked it out." "I didn't." "I have no idea what's in that box." "You didn't..." "Yes, he did." "No, I didn't." "Thanks for coming out." "Um, Fernanda's family was kind enough to include us in this vigil because we're all working toward the same end." "We need to speak up." "We can't let a killer like the Caveman hold our community hostage." "Don't let Fernanda and Valerie die in vain." "Uh, if you have something to say, please come forward." "Good evening." "Uh, excuse me." "My name is Patrick Jane." "Uh, I offer my condolences." "I'm a part of the team that will bring this killer to justice." "I do have some unfortunate news." "We've just learned that the letter we believed to be from the Caveman is, in fact, a very clever forgery." "So what does that mean?" "Bottom line..." "We're pretty sure that the Caveman didn't kill your loved ones." "Someone is using the Caveman as a foil." "You all said it was him on TV." "The profiler lady said you were making good progress on the case." "She made a mistake." "I'm sorry, but it happens." "So do you know anything?" "Again, I'd like to apologize profusely for our error." "Uh... it appears that this, uh, forger is, uh, one of unparalleled skill." "Aah!" "Ohh!" "Oh, my God." "That's blood." "Ohh." "What is that?" "The profiler lady was wearing that." "Yes, she was." "I'm not a specialist, but that looks like a kidney." "There's a note." ""Your profiler is dead." "Stupid copycat will join her at midnight."" "Signed from the Caveman." "Oh, no." "Lisbon, where are you?" "I need your help." "Listen, thanks for tonight." "I had fun." "So did I, Wayne." "Um, I enjoyed your funny stories immensely." "Good." "And I enjoyed your, uh..." "Well, I learned a lot about statistical analysis." "I hope I didn't bore you." "No, not at all." "Um, in fact, would you like to go out again?" "I would." "Uh..." "I would." "Do..." "You are an attractive and stable character." "Thank you." "But I don't need to conduct an analysis to see that you're still in love with someone else." "The probability of us having a successful relationship is no more than 20%." "20%?" "Mm-hmm, tops." "Where is everybody?" "I thought we were working the night shift." "Oh, hi." "Everybody's out catching the killer." "Seriously?" "No, I'm joking." "Oh." "That was sarcasm." "Uh, they're out catching the killer." "Nilda, will you hurry up?" "What about Chuy?" "Forget the lizard already!" "Essential items only." "Come on." "Hurry!" "It's the Caveman." "This is all a big mistake." "We never meant to copy you!" "We just took the bodies to the first place we thought of." "Nothing to do with you, I swear." "We had no idea!" "Please don't do this!" "I'm thinking this has to do with your natural soda." "Something not so natural in it?" "Well, that's no secret." "A lot of foods require additives to keep them fresh." "Fernanda was giving her friend, Valerie Bestin, crates of soda to distribute to the homeless, right?" "Yes." "Then a man at the shelter, Martin Brent, known as Marty, died after drinking the soda, right?" "I don't know any Marty." "Sure you do." "I'm only telling you this so you know not to tell us stories." "Why would I lie about knowing some homeless guy?" "The assumption was that Marty died because his system was too weak to fight off the flu." "But when Fernanda got sick, she started to do some digging." "You can't tie any of that to us." "A simple blood test will show just what additives were present in his system." "Everyone at the shelter can confirm drinking the sodas." "Who gave them out can be tested as well." "Esther said the soda was losing too much flavor so we started using glycol as a stabilizer." "We got a bad batch." "How bad?" "Esther said you had to drink a lot of it in order for there to be any bad effects." "Most people just got an upset stomach." "It was only like 500 bottles." "You knew you were endangering the lives of your consumers." "Esther said pulling the product was too expensive and kept saying it was no big deal." "Who drinks 12 bottles in one go anyway?" "Right, and then the homeless man, Marty, died." "Fernanda made the connection, started asking questions." "Fernanda wouldn't let it go, said we had to issue a massive recall." "She'd tell if we didn't." "And then you killed your own cousin." "Yeah, we did." "And then Valerie showed up a week later, and you knew what you had to do." "I told Esther." "That lady didn't know anything." "But she kept saying someone like her wouldn't stop coming around and asking questions." "So she had to go." "Fernanda was my prima." "She was supposed to stick up for her own." "But she chose that bitch on the bus over her family." "Thank you, man." "I appreciate it." "Really." "It's just soda." "It's diet, right?" "Yep." "Mr. Jane?" "Ms. Montague." "We have some important business to conclude." "We do?" "For you." "Ah." "I..." "Hang on." "Mm-hmm." "Yeah, that's good." "Okay?" "Thank you." "I always settle my debts." "You were right." "That wasn't a serial killer." "Mm." "You remind me." "I almost forgot." "Thank you." "Forgotten it, too." "Useful brooch." "Um, and I..." "I was hoping that, you know, you might forgive me any misdirection I might have given you." "Oh, yes." "No." "No, I-I... actually, it was bracing to have one's operating principles challenged so... robustly." "Glad to be of service." "You know, I've never participated in chicanery before." "I can't condone it as a system, but I must admit that it adds..." "Zest to the task at hand." "In fact, w..." "How did you figure it out, that it was Esther and Nilda?" "Just a good guess." "When we first met with them, they were masking shame, not sadness." "And who likes lizards?" "Cold-blooded people." "Lizards." "I think I shall stick with hard numbers." "I have another guess for you." "The Caveman isn't coming back." "He is almost certainly dead." "Possibly." "I have no personal bias on the matter." "The numbers will eventually reveal the truth either way." "They always do." "You really believe that?" "Of course." "If you could stand far enough back to see the big picture, everything is numbers." "Speaking of which..." "You gave me a gift, so I must give you one." "I ran Red John through the modeling program." "You might find some of the data sets useful." "Hmm." "Wow." "Lot of figures and graphs here." "That's right." "Good luck." "Well, thank you."