Poor girl.
Yeah.
Bruising and abrasions on the neck suggest
some sort of physical attack.
That's why they called us in.
No clothes, no I.D.?
Nothing.
Doesn't look like she was in the water for long.
Uh, contact the coast guard, see if they've had
any distress calls or missing person reports.
Yeah.
There's the guy who found her—
William Gardiner.
He saw the body from up on the bluff.
Mr. Gardiner? Thank you, sir.
I'm agent Lisbon.
You want to tell me what happened?
I was coming to check on the monarchs.
Butterflies. He runs a sanctuary.
I was up there...
Where he's standing, the man in the suit.
Hey!
You there.
You with the police?
Patrick Jane.
Jed Stack.
This is my land.
Hey, Jed.
Well, there's a dead woman on the beach in wrackers cove.
Yeah.
Well, who is she?
Don't know.
Any idea?
No.
How would I know?
Eh, your land.
I thought maybe, uh, your body.
That's absurd.
Sorry. I'm just pokin' at ya. It's often instructive.
Why don't you come meet my colleagues?
This is Jed Stack.
How do you do, ma'am? Ma'am.
Mr. Gardiner, what are you doing here?
I found her.
I was checking on the monarchs.
Butterflies.
Yes. I saw some.
You were trespassing.
For God sakes, man, forget about your property rights for once.
A woman's dead.
The woman's death has nothing to do with your trespassing.
So she's on your land?
No. Strictly speaking, my land ends at the high-water mark.
She's on state land.
But given the location,
perhaps she's a tenant or an employee of yours?
I have no tenants, and I employ no women,
and besides, she was obviously washed up by the sea.
She must have drifted over from the mainland
or fell off a ship.
Nothing to do with me or my ranch or this island.
It seems to make sense.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Stack, and, uh, butterfly man.
Gardiner, yeah?
Yes.
Neither of you were born here, were you?
No.
What's that got to do with anything?
Nothing. Just lucky to live in such a beautiful place.
So, Mr. Stack...
Good idea.
We'll see.
- Beautiful isn't? - We are at a crime scene!
Sync by Indru
The Mentalist S04E05 "Blood and Sand"
Dental records just came in.
The victim's Talia Suarez, 19 years old.
Raised in the foster care system.
Check with family services.
Find out what they can tell us about the girl.
Rigsby and Van Pelt are on their way over right now.
Did you talk to the coast guard? Is there anything on that front?
Mnh. They've had no reports of anyone missing overboard.
Uh, what about the mainland across from the island?
We've got local p.D.
Canvassing all the marinas, hotels, and motels
along that stretch of coast. Nothing yet.
All right. Keep me posted.
Where are you going?
Back to the island.
The island? What for?
If her body came from the mainland—
Jane's got a theory.
Right.
Ah.
Nice. It's not what we're looking for.
You could make a necklace out of it.
I could.
You should.
You should have some kind of restful hobby.
I don't see it.
Hard to believe the moon causes tides, isn't it?
I mean, we all know it does, but it just seems so unlikely.
I guess.
I've never really thought about it.
That's 'cause you're a city girl.
Aha!
My theory made concrete.
I told you.
Yes, you did.
I thought I saw a tea shop in town.
I could really use a cup of tea.
What about you?
You need a hand with that?
I can manage.
Whoa.
Ah.
Ugh.
Well, that's disappointing.
It's closed.
Picturesque, isn't it?
In a desolate sort of way. Where are all the locals?
Good question.
Cho.
Coroner came back with a preliminary report.
Larynx was crushed by a blow or heavy pressure.
No water in the lungs.
So she didn't drown.
Dead before she went in.
Also, physical evidence indicates
she was sexually assaulted before she was killed.
Was there any DNA recovered?
Yeah, but no matches in the database.
All right.
Check out the background of all the men on the island.
See if any of them have a history of sexual assault.
See you soon, I hope.
Just like the tea shop. There's nobody here.
Where is everybody?
It's intriguing.
A mass vanishment.
That's not even a word.
Well, it's been known to happen.
Roanoke colony. The olmecs.
Hello? Hello?
I know where they are, Lisbon.
I can picture them gathered together in a dimly lit room,
plotting their mysterious island purpose.
That's really creepy.
Relax.
Talia Suarez. Mm.
Yes, uh, we were hoping you could tell us—
murdered, huh?
That's too bad,
but then deadbeat kids like her nearly always end up badly.
"Deadbeat kids like her"?
Oh, we see it all the time. She was sent to us at 6.
Mother died of a drug overdose. Father murdered.
Oh, and a problem from the first.
Insubordinate, argumentative, resistant to authority.
It's a long list.
Pretty girl, looked like.
Vivacious, but no discipline. No common sense.
What about her foster parents? Can we talk to them?
Didn't have any.
Kept running away from the homes we placed her in.
Ended up finishing her time in a group home.
Can we get that number?
Maybe there are friends we can talk to.
I'll, uh, see what I can do and get back to you.
You know, the truth is, some of them...
You just can't help.
Thanks for your time.
Hey.
You know we're never gonna hear from her again, right?
Well, not since you knocked her coffee
all over her desk, no. Oh, come on.
She wasn't gonna do anything to help us, and you know it.
Look, she's got a tough job. Maybe she was doing her best.
All she cares about is putting in her 20
so she can get out with a pension.
It pisses me off.
Yeah, I noticed.
Hey, I do my job. You don't hear me complain.
I just don't see why other people can't do theirs,
so maybe a kid like this doesn't have to end up dead.
All right. All right.
Come on. I'll drive. Give me the keys.
No. That's all right. I want to drive.
Yeah. I don't think so. Give me the keys.
No. What's with you? Look, you're all worked up.
I should drive, so give me the key—
cut it out. Cut it out. Give me the keys.
Come on. Just— what's the matter with you?
Okay. No problem. You drive.
Now—now two additional ferry crossings a weekend
during the summer months equals a 35% increase
in revenues projected.
Now I don't understand how anyone can be against that.
The runoff from Stack's cattle ranch
is already affecting the groundwater ph balance,
and another thing that you never bring up in these — yes, now I bring—
uh, point of order, chair. I had the floor.
Oh, now, Peter. Let's not be so fussy.
Excuse me for interrupting.
I'm agent Teresa Lisbon from the CBI...
And this is my colleague Patrick Jane.
Look, I'm awfully sorry,
but we're in the middle of a meeting.
Can you come back later?
No, we can't.
A woman was murdered on this island,
and we're here to discover who did it and why.
Her name was Talia Suarez.
Can any of you remember seeing her?
Sir. Mm?
Wasn't she found on the beach?
Yes.
Well, I mean, that would indicate
that the tide, uh, brought her in, surely.
Mm. That's mainland business.
Yes, we have nothing to do with happens on the mainland.
Messy place, the mainland.
That's why you're all here— to escape from all that,
and of course she's from there,
because no one here knows her, right?
That's right.
And there's a lot of flotsam from the mainland
that washes up on San Felix all the time,
doesn't it?
Certainly. Mm-hmm.
Summer weekends, the harbor gets all sorts of trash.
Especially after storms, yes.
Excuse me. If you would? Thank you.
So here's your island.
It's a beautiful island, I must say.
Here's your harbor
on the leeward side of the island,
closest to the mainland coast,
and the body was found in wrackers cove,
which is here, I believe,
on the Western side of the island,
the furthest side from the mainland coast.
Now I would think it would be difficult
for a body to drift all the way from here,
against the currents and the prevailing winds,
to here.
Another compelling fact—
if you throw something into the water in wrackers cove,
it will drift out to sea for a bit,
but then it will come back to shore.
I checked with this.
Talia Suarez died here,
so look to your neighbor and think,
how well do you know them?
Because someone on this island committed murder.
We'll be back.
I've been doing my best
to track Talia Suarez after leaving foster care.
And? Anything useful?
A series of minimum wage jobs.
She never stayed longer than six weeks at any one of 'em.
Moved all over the state.
What else? Friends? Acquaintances?
Nothing yet. I talked to some employers.
All I got was that she was a good worker,
kept to herself.
What about family services?
They're no help either. It's sad, boss.
It's like we're the only ones that care about this girl.
Keep looking.
They got footage of the girl getting on the ferry
to San Felix.
No camera on the island side, though.
Uh, what's this?
Police sent it over. Talia's room.
Beachfront motel on the coast
across the strait from San Felix.
Toothbrush, toothpaste, a change of clothes?
That's it?
That and a notebook.
What notebook?
Jane's got it.
It's a diary of sorts.
She wrote letters to her dead parents.
That's sad.
And then there's this
I found tucked away in the back pages.
"San Felix fish." Mm.
Does this seem too easy to you?
Only one way to find out.
Who's in charge here?
We ain't open to tourists.
Crab.
You can't be out here for safety reasons.
We're with the California bureau of investigation.
We need to ask you a couple of questions, mister...
LaFleur. Jack LaFleur.
So what's this all about?
Oh, I don't think you're gonna want to talk to us
out here, Jack.
Uh, is there somewhere a little more private?
Get back to work.
Let's go to my office.
So what's this all about?
Tell me about Talia Suarez.
What? Who's Talia Suarez?
The girl we found murdered in wrackers cove.
What's that got to do with me?
We found this in her diary.
That doesn't make any sense.
Ah, there we are.
Hey, hey. Those are mine.
This is impressive. Is that a new dock?
No, uh, a pier. Wait. A wharf.
Would you call that a wharf?
It's big.
I'm expanding my business. I need more room.
Look, I got no idea why some girl wrote
whatever she wrote, but I never heard of her.
You're barking up the wrong tree.
Maybe it was somebody who works for you.
We've been out at sea for the past week.
We just got back.
I told you, it doesn't make sense.
Even if this girl of yours did come here, we were all gone.
Your murder's got nothing to do with us.
It's a pretty airtight alibi.
Yeah. Dock's interesting, though.
It is?
Well, the pacific ocean's been horribly overfished.
No fisherman these days needs to build a larger dock.
You think that has something to do with the murder?
Yes. No.
Not necessarily, no. Maybe.
I just think it's interesting.
Or not. Let's go talk to the rancher.
Whoever put Talia Suarez in that cove
had to have carried her across your property.
My ranch is 300 acres,
and wrackers cove is on the far end of it.
You could carry a whole passel load of bodies
out of there without anybody knowing about it.
What brought you to the island, Mr. Stack?
Who are you running from?
What? Mm?
I wasn't running from anybody.
Only I look around this room,
and I see a lot of horses and cows,
but I don't see any friends or family.
No kids. No sweethearts.
I like horses.
Ah. You're a homely but passionate man,
so my guess is, your heart was broken
by a beautiful but cruel and faithless woman.
30 years ago.
What the hell has that got to do with this girl now?
Probably nothing.
What's your position on the increased ferry service?
You're pokin' at me again, huh?
I'll tell you my position.
Of course we need more ferry service.
These islanders got no business sense at all.
Not even Jack LaFleur?
He struck me as someone that knows how to do business.
Oh, he did, did he?
Mr. Stack.
Don't mind my asking,
but where were you the night before last?
Just like always, right here.
Is there anyone who can verify that?
Sure. My ranch hands.
Can we talk to them?
Sure, you can. They're in the corral.
Jane, we'd better—
why don't you lead the way, Mr. Stack?
Watch he doesn't kick.
What happened to you?
Horse did.
Oh.
Whit and me was culling steer. Had about 40 head of cattle.
39 head.
I said "about."
No such thing as "about."
Either you got 40 head, or you got 39 head.
Whit would correct the good lord if he got the count wrong.
Yeah, we were taking 'em up to the South pasture.
One got spooked, went over the side, and took me with it.
I don't know what made whit holler more—
having a horse roll over him
or being told he had to go to the mainland to get it set.
Shut up.
So you—you don't like the mainland,
or you don't like the ferryboat ride?
Neither. I like it here.
Why?
It's quiet.
Yeah.
Seems, uh, old man Stack feels the same way, huh?
Listen, between you and me...
This whole cowboy thing
is an act with Stack, isn't it?
I mean, he's all hat
and, uh, no stirrups, as you say?
It's all hat and no cattle.
What—what is it? All hat and no cattle.
That's what you call a man like that.
A man like what?
Oh, I was just asking about old, uh, cowboy sayings.
Whit was just correcting him. Weren't you, whit?
If you'll excuse me,
I gotta take care of something in the barn.
Sure. Thanks, whit.
Fella's a bit shy, but, uh, he's a good worker.
I'd like to interview him, if that's all right.
No need, Lisbon. I've already spoken
to, uh, Mr. Stack's workforce here.
We should leave. Thank you.
Where were the three of you the night before last?
Here. Like always.
Okay. We can go now.
Thank you for your time. We'll be in touch.
Lisbon.
We got a break in the case, boss.
A series of incoming calls to Talia Suarez's motel,
all from a cell phone registered to a guy named Dennis kagan.
Who's Dennis kagan?
An ex-foster kid who shared
a couple of group homes with Talia.
The last call came within a 10-mile radius
of Talia's motel.
Sounds interesting.
Yeah, especially since kagan lives
100 Miles southwest of the motel.
Are we bringing him in?
Van pelt and Cho are gonna pick him up right now.
This is the address.
Apartment's on the second floor.
You get a picture of kagan?
Yeah, from the d.M.V.
That's him, isn't it?
Okay. Let's go.
I'll take lead.
Got it.
Hey. Dennis, right? You Dennis kagan?
Maybe.
You're friends with Talia Suarez, right?
I don't know the name, man. Keep walkin'.
I think you do know.
Hey, get off me, bitch.
Stay right there.
You're under arrest. Uhh!
Put your hands behind your back...
Aah. Get off. You pig.
O-okay. I'll take it from here.
Come on. Come on.
It'd be better for you if you talked to me, Dennis.
You're already looking at assaulting a police officer.
Don't make it harder on yourself.
Look, I told you I want a lawyer.
One's on the way from the public defenders office.
I just want to give you a chance to work with us,
earn yourself some goodwill.
Hey, it's up to you how you want to play it.
A lawyer, that's how.
All right.
Have it your way.
Hi. You must be from the public defenders office.
I'm agent Grace Van Pelt.
Grace. Oh. Hi. Right. Nice to meet you.
I'm Sarah Harrigan.
Do we know each other?
No. Um, I j—
uh, last year there was a murder at a dating service,
and you guys interviewed me.
Don't worry. I didn't do it.
Hey, Cho.
This is Sarah Harrigan from the public defender's office.
Hey.
Hey, guys. I can handle this.
Sarah, let me bring you to your client.
Did that feel weird to you?
Yeah, a little bit.
Really? What was that all about?
Well, it seems obvious. They're dating.
So, Dennis, you've got your lawyer.
Let's talk.
I've spoken with my client.
He's willing to help you, with some stipulations.
We're not making any deals.
Look, Talia was looking for the guy
that killed her dad,
'cause the damn cops didn't do their job.
My client is speaking from a place of emotion,
means no disrespect.
They didn't.
They knew who did the murder,
and they never bothered to find him.
And this suspect...
You ever hear his name?
Uh...
I'm trying to remember.
A funny name,
like, uh, Tommy tuna or something like that.
Fish?
Yeah. That's the guy.
Uh, Edward fish. It was Edward fish. Yeah.
So you went to her motel. Why?
'Cause I wanted to stop her, you know?
Look, what Talia was doing was dangerous, okay?
She liked to act tough, but she wasn't, really.
She had my back in the homes.
I should have had hers...
But I was too late.
There you are.
Oh, thank you very much.
That looks delicious. Did you make that?
Mm-hmm.
What do you know about this, uh, rancher—Stack?
They keep to themselves, mostly.
He seems like a polite man.
That's delicious.
I thought about what you said this morning.
You made me feel rather guilty about that poor girl.
Oh. I'm—I'm sorry.
I don't want anyone to feel guilty,
unless, of course, they are.
Are you?
Oh, no.
No. I thought not.
I threw a flower into the ocean for her.
You did?
It's an old island custom.
My mother said it sent a message
to your people who had passed over.
I mean, I know the girl isn't my family,
but I think it'll still work, don't you?
Well, it can't hurt.
You think I'm a foolish old woman,
but I'll tell you this.
I feel better.
I feel like I did...
Something to give
that girl some peace.
Lisbon, you're calling to tell me that
the, uh, person of interest you're following
is not the murderer.
No, but he told us what Talia was looking for.
Oh?
She was looking for her father's murderer,
Edward fish.
Hmm.
Yeah, you'd better get back here.
Excuse me, agent Lisbon. A word?
Uh...
Hmm. You sound busy, Lisbon, so don't worry about me.
I know exactly what to do.
Bye.
Yes, counselor?
Yeah, my client Dennis kagan—
you are dropping all charges, I assume,
since he's been such a cooperative witness?
And I've got an agent with cuts and bruises
as a result of your client.
And I've got assault,
failure to identify, and excessive force.
Do we really want to go there,
given where your guys have been already?
It'll never hold up in court, and you know it, but okay.
Oh, fantastic.
You're meaner than you look.
Yeah, you are.
Oh, I try.
We're still on for tonight, right?
Oh, yeah. Sure. Okay.
I'm gonna research the dad's murder.
Good idea.
Hey, boss.
I just made a new pot. You want a cup?
No.
It's funny you should mention coffee,
because I just got off the phone with a social worker
who claims one of my agents threw a cup of it at her.
What?
It spilled on her desk as we were leaving.
Didn't even get on her.
Sure you don't want any of this?
You need to tell me what's going on,
whether or not I can count on you.
Of course you can. Why would you even ask me that?
Because right before the phone call
from the social worker,
a lawyer from the public defenders office
threatened to bring you up on charges of excessive force.
I had to cut her client loose.
You did what?
Hey, I'm the one with the busted lip.
He didn't have a mark on him.
You didn't touch him?
Boss, come on.
So you're telling me that even though I've gotten
two complaints about you within the space of an hour
that there's nothing going on?
You're fine?
Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
Okay. Look, I know it's been a tough year.
We've got a new boss. We're under a lot of scrutiny.
It's really important that we make a good impression.
Do you understand?
I didn't do anything wrong.
Grace.
As a friend, should I be worried about you?
I'm fine.
The social worker's just pissed off
that somebody was trying to make her do her job for a change,
and the kid got out of line, but I handled it.
It's not a big deal.
The lawyer would have had no case.
All right.
Well, as your boss, any more of this,
and we've got a serious problem.
Got it.
Hey. There you go.
Hi.
Hello.
Mr. Jane, right?
That's right.
Wow. This place is amazing. Did you do this all yourself?
No. The monarchs do most of it.
I just try to make their journey a little easier.
And that's, uh, because insects deserve a better life?
I know.
It's a foolish obsession, isn't it?
I often wonder... Why I do it,
but here I am.
Here you are.
But if the cruise ships make this island a port of call,
this could be a wonderful tourist attraction.
You could make yourself a lot of money.
Cruise ships? What are you talking about?
Oh, Jack LaFleur— do you know him?
The fisherman, yeah.
Yeah, well, apparently he's, uh, rebuilding his jetty
into, uh, a pier or a wharf, whichever's bigger.
Why would he do that? Where would he get the money?
Well, I'm not entirely sure,
but, uh, I think the money's coming from Stack.
I think the idea is to lure cruise ships, uh, to the island.
Oh, my God.
I have to make some calls to the coastal commission.
Um, there's gotta be a way to stop this.
I suggest the, uh, Sierra club, too.
What's up?
Winston Suarez— Talia's dad.
Worked as a night guard in a construction business
near modesto,
and this is the guy who killed him—
Edward William fish, a.K.A. Eddy fish.
Nothing to do with Jack LaFleur.
So Talia went to go and find fish,
and he killed her when she did?
Uh, what about the rape?
Does that fit in with his m.O.?
Fish was a crackhead who stabbed Winston Suarez 18 times
when he tried to stop fish from robbing
the construction company.
That's a lot of blood.
Mm.
Fish disappeared with over 300 grand.
Cops never found him.
Assumption is that he used the money
to change his appearance and identity.
Well, so what's the connection to San Felix?
Well, Talia found the case file.
There's mention in the file of San Felix as an early lead
that didn't pan out.
All right. Thanks.
Jane.
Hey, Lisbon, I'm just putting some
of the finishing touches in place.
You be careful.
This eddy fish is a dangerous man.
He stabbed Talia's father 18 times.
Well, then it's a good thing we're about to catch him,
isn't it?
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
All we have is a name.
If he's on this island, Lisbon,
he will reveal himself to us.
Hang on.
So, huh?
Oh, did—did you hear about what's happening
with Stack and Gardiner?
What?
Stack has been working with LaFleur
to try to bring cruise ships into the harbor.
Cruise ships?
Here?
Yeah, and then Gardiner found out,
and he's vowed to stop it immediately, of course.
What?
We've got to call a town meeting right away.
Yeah.
Better hurry, Lisbon. You'll miss all the fun.
I've practically got the killer in handcuffs.
What business does anybody have to do with my dock?
Well, now as a community, it's everyone's concern—
ma'am, I-I know this island's a jewel in the rough.
I'm just lookin' to Polish it up a bit.
No, listen, the environmental danger
of ferry service pales in comparison
to cruise ships! Point of order.
The chair has not recognized
Mr. Gardiner. N-no, listen—
ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the interruption.
This is a top priority.
I'm here with the CBI. It's okay.
Everything is completely under control.
I'm gonna need you to follow my instructions to the letter.
Listen to everything I say very carefully.
The first thing I need you to do is to place your coffee cups
on those two tables back there.
All of you, your coffee cups on the table back there.
For this to work, you're gonna have to listen
and do as you're told.
Thank you.
You heard me. Your coffee cups on the table, please.
This is a very serious matter.
You, too, please. Thank you.
And then return to your seats
as quickly and efficiently as you can.
Thank you.
Okay. That wasn't so bad.
We've tracked the killer to this island.
The killer's here?
Yes.
He's here in this room right now.
His name is eddy fish.
I don't know which one of you that is,
but you killed Talia Suarez's father.
That's why she came here— to find you.
Now I'm here
to finish off what Talia started.
Yes.
To catch eddy fish.
What are you going to do?
Me?
Yes.
Nothing. It's already done.
The fingerprints on the cups.
What? No way.
Match them to the original crime scene.
Is that legal?
N-no, but I want my cup back.
Don't worry. I'm gonna get a camera
to document what—what they're doing.
We have rights.
I don't know why you're all getting so worked up.
Only one of you is guilty.
The rest of you should just sit back, relax,
have another piece of cake.
Am I the only one thinking
that's the last we'll see of Mr. Gardiner?
You going somewhere, Mr. Gardiner?
Aah!
No! Let go of me! I'll kill you!
I'll kill— eddy fish,
you're under arrest for the murders
of Winston Suarez and Talia Suarez.
Aah!
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to speak to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you.
Get up. Do you understand these rights
as I have explained them to you? Aah.
I didn't know who she was.
I didn't kill her!
I never even saw the girl.
I didn't know she was on the island.
Who'd have thought?
He always seemed like such a nice man.
Mm. He did, didn't he?
Boat's heading over to transport us back now.
I'm gonna find someplace on the dock
to hold the prisoner.
Good idea. Tell Cho and Van Pelt.
Okay.
Well, we do thank you, ma'am.
That was some nice work you all did.
Thank you, Mr. Stack. We were just doing our job.
I did wonder about the man.
It was a feeling I had.
I don't know what it was exactly,
but, uh, normal people don't feed crickets.
Butterflies.
Whatever. Bugs.
The point is, I got instincts about people.
No, you don't.
You were fooled, just like everybody else.
You callin' me a liar?
No, it's only that now you know him
as eddy fish, the violent sociopath.
It's easy for you to see him as a killer.
But as the shy lepidopterist, Gardiner?
Impossible for anyone to imagine him stabbing a man 14 times.
18 times.
Right. 18. 18 times.
Unimaginable, and a number that you can't forget
once you've heard it.
18 times.
Where did you hear it exactly?
What? Oh, uh, from you, uh, earlier.
No, not from me. Where then?
I-I don't—I don't know what you're talking about.
Gardiner killed Talia's father.
That's true, but, uh, he didn't kill Talia.
Well, he might have,
if he'd known she was here looking for him,
but he wouldn't have raped her.
No, not his thing.
You did it.
You met her on the ferryboat coming back from the hospital.
What? No.
Wow. You say no, but your eyes tell me yes.
Talia asked for your help.
She told you about her father and fish
and the 18 stab wounds.
That's how you got that little scratch on your face.
You're strong enough to hold a girl down with one hand,
but you couldn't protect your face.
Gardiner killed her. We all saw.
No.
You're wrong.
Doubtful.
Proving it should be easy, though,
since you gave us your d.N.A. To match.
Cuff him, Lisbon.
Does it make you uncomfortable, Mr. naylor,
being alone here with me?
It should.
I would gladly hurt you for what did to that poor girl,
hurt you badly.
Whoa, agent. Cool it down, okay?
It's not his fault what happened.
Oh, please. It's not his fault?
No.
You're a decent guy.
I can tell.
If you could have controlled yourself,
you would have, right?
You don't want to hurt anyone.
No. No.
When you get those urges, it's—it's like somebody else
taking over your body, right?
Somebody evil?
Yeah.
Come on.
No, really.
Listen...
I understand that you were trying to control yourself.
That's why you went to Stack's ranch on San Felix—
to take yourself away somewhere safe,
somewhere away from temptation, right?
But then you hurt your shoulder,
and a doctor needed to set it,
and there's no doctor on the island.
I wanted to stay on the ranch.
I didn't...
I didn't want to leave.
And she was on the ferry coming back, wasn't she?
She asked about your arm.
She came to me.
She asked for my help,
wanted me to hide her.
Yeah, so you took her to the ranch.
An outbuilding...
Where nobody goes.
Where no one would hear when you raped and killed her.
You can't judge me.
You don't know what it's like to be me.
You think I want to be like this?
You have the gall to ask for pity after what you've done?
You'll get no pity,
not in this life or the next.
Nice work back there.
Thanks. You, too.
Yeah, we really had him fooled, huh?
He thought you were a real hard case.
Yeah.
Listen, about before at the office with Sarah,
I just want to—
oh, yeah. Congratulations. She seems nice.
Yeah, well, I just don't want it
to be awkward between...
With me?
That's the least of your problems.
What does that mean?
Well, she's a public defender.
I mean, good luck, but be careful.
Hey. The boat's docking now.
Get the prisoners and get 'em on board, will ya?
Yeah. Sure thing, boss.
Have you seen Jane?
No. No.
Better get here quick, or he's gonna get left behind.