[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Hey, Cho.
Okay, how'd you do that?
Well, you tread a little heavier than Lisbon.
-And Rigsby's car isn't in the lot. -We've got a case and Lisbon's busy.
-You and I are riding out. -Excellent. I'll meet you downstairs.
Okay.
JANE: Quaint.
Yeah.
-Kimball Cho. This is Patrick Jane. DEB: County coroner, Deb Granger.
Pleased to meet you. We don't get to work a lot of murders.
You got a little something on your....
Brain matter. Good catch.
Victim's name is Hollis Percy, 61 years of age.
His wife found him this morning. He owned the town of Percy.
-The whole town? -Yeah. Schools, roads, bakery.
-Been in his family since the Gold Rush. -Not exactly booming by the looks of it.
They still get a little tourism off the highway.
Smells of juniper.
Cologne?
Uh, I don't-- No, more like...
[SNIFFS]
...cheap gin.
Drunken out of necessity, not pleasure.
So he drank alone, he let the killer in. He knew him, or her.
-They argued-- -How'd you know they argued?
-Well, he is dead. -What did they argue about?
What do people argue about? Money? Power? Love? Jealousy?
Revenge.
-Sorry, I shouldn't do that. -No, jump right in.
-This is a murder. It's exciting. -What's your guess on time of death?
Rigor stiffness suggests 12 hours or more.
-Probably that's your murder weapon. -It's antique. Colt 1851 Navy, .36 caliber.
-Probably hasn't been fired in a century. -Right. So instead your guy, or gal, whack.
Penetrating trauma to the back of the skull was introduced by the butt of the gun.
Once I pop the calvarium, I'll know if that's cause of death.
Great. Let's pop the calvarium.
[GUNSHOTS]
-You two hold here. -What is--?
We're gonna hold here. They've got this covered.
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]
[COWBOYS WHOOPING]
Like I said, folks, anything can happen here in rough-and-tumble Percy, California.
Let's have a big round of applause for our modern-day gunslingers here. Yeah.
What are you doing? This is a crime scene. There's a dead body.
These people paid 25 bucks in advance. They're entitled to a show.
They got one. Shut this down right now.
LISBON: I don't know.
I think that's why I liked San Francisco.
I never saw myself living in the place I grew up. You know?
Yeah, I know.
What about you? Where did you grow up?
Oh, we moved around.
For Dad's work, and then for Mom's work.
I like to say, I grew up in America.
Yeah. Yeah.
Um....
I hate to do this, but I have to run. We have a fresh case.
Please. I'm glad we were able to do this. Sit down like this.
This is nice.
You're really easy to talk to, Teresa.
Thanks, Bob.
You have any new lines of inquiry on Red John?
We've had some leads, but, I hate to admit it...
...we're kind of stuck.
Nothing. No.
-What about Jane? -I don't think he has anything.
But he'd tell you if he did?
Yeah. Yeah, he would.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Okay. Well, I'm sure we'll talk.
-Homeland Security beckons. -Okay.
Is it cold in here?
Yeah, AC's on the fritz. Stuck on cold. They got someone coming in.
-So I'm not crazy, okay. -Right.
Percy, California. Incorporated by J.D. Percy as a trading post in 1870.
Trade dried up. Percy family stayed, tried to make it work.
Been a tourist town the past 30 years. That hasn't been going great.
-Sorry, it was a welcome-back gift. -Very thoughtful, Wayne.
-How'd you know it was from me? -I'm a homicide detective.
Hollis Percy owned every building. People pay him rent.
Now the property belongs to his wife. For a few weeks anyway.
-Why a few weeks? -He ran out of money.
The Wild West show was a chance to drum up cash, but the place is for sale.
They started selling property.
People who rented for generations are now becoming owners.
-Lot of money changing hands. -Could be a motive.
Go through the real-estate transactions.
-Any prints on the gun? -Doesn't look that way.
Okay. I'm gonna go talk to the family. Make sure they take care of this AC today.
JANE: That was it? -That's all Kirkland said.
He was just fishing.
Don't you think it's odd...
...Homeland Security's fascination with a California serial killer?
-Everything about Bob Kirkland is odd. -Well, yes.
LIBSON: Just add that to the list. -Hello there.
Emmett Cook, chief of police. Sorry I couldn't be at the crime scene.
Why couldn't you be? Something more pressing than a murder?
I'm Agent Lisbon, and this is Patrick Jane.
-Hi. -Hi.
Actually, I couldn't be there because I was dealing with a fire.
Quite a mess. Third one this year.
These meth-labs guys are setting up in empty cabins...
...then things go kablooey.
Kablooey, indeed. So you've been busy, chief.
You think the drug trade had something to do with Hollis Percy's murder?
I don't see the connection, no. I mean, there could be, but that would be....
Messy?
-Yes, you could say that. JANE: I did.
Well, I just wanted to stop by, let you know that I am available if CBI needs my help.
Thank you, but that's kind of a conflict of interest.
You aiding in the investigation of the murder of the man who pays your salary.
Plus, you've got some meth dealers to track down.
Yes. Yes, I do.
Well, if you need anything, just shout.
We'll holler.
An odd little country welcome.
LISBON: You've had no issues, Mrs. Percy?
No, there's been no trouble.
The last murder in Percy was a long time ago.
It's safe here. We have good schools.
We built riding trails.
And Hollis maintained it all beautifully.
Dad loved this town.
But you don't, Ian?
Of course he does.
Yeah, I mean, you know.
-Well, it's not a trick question. IAN: No, of course.
I just moved back to help with the transition.
I was in San Francisco working venture capital.
It was time to come home.
Was Hollis meeting someone at his office last night?
-We think the attack took place around 8. -It's possible.
He kept a lot of late hours the past few years.
IAN: Yeah, he tried everything.
Talking to investors, developers, but towns like this are just dying out.
Still, he was a feudal lord ruling over a town of downtrodden serfs.
-He must have had someone that hated him. -He was respected.
-Ask anyone. -What about the sale of the town?
Was there any friction there?
So he had a few critics. Could you do me a favor?
Grab a piece of paper and a pen and write down the name that you just thought of.
Just now. Write it down. Don't show each other.
JOANNA: Why? JANE: Please.
"Francisco Navarro."
-You had the same thought. -Who is Francisco Navarro?
He runs the Wild West show. He's an old friend of the family.
And he didn't think we should sell.
JOANNA: Hollis did what he had to do.
A bunch of amateurs playing cowboys and Indians weren't gonna save us...
...no matter what Francisco believed.
He's pretty dedicated to this place.
-Think he was angry enough to act on it? -Like I said, he's dedicated.
CHO: That's a nice jacket, Mr. Navarro.
-What would you call that, a duster? -I'm the medicine man in the show.
-I'm going right there from here. -Answer the question.
Yes, it's a duster.
-You writing that down? -Tell me about the Wild West show.
Our program is a fully immersive step back in the 19th century.
I oversee 20 performers six days a week.
Wednesdays and Fridays we stage a medicine man show.
CHO: And you're in charge.
Which makes this piece on your blog kind of odd.
"Killing Percy."
Well, I meant the town of Percy. Not Hollis Percy, obviously.
-That's some bad timing. -Yes, it is.
It is also the inalienable right of every citizen in California...
...to speak, write and publish his sentiments on all subjects. I overreacted.
Online.
-I would never harm my friend. -He wasn't your friend.
No, he was.
But when he started selling property last year....
That's just giving up on something worth fighting for. He was weak.
And couldn't afford to run the town. Your show was gonna shut down.
And what thanks do I get?
I built our program to save Percy. Tourists came, just not enough.
Then with cabins exploding in the woods, it's getting ugly.
CHO: Where were you last night at 8 p.m.? -I was in the bar with some actors.
Who else had a beef with your friend?
I have no idea. Look, I gotta go. I have a show to put on.
CHO [OVER PHONE]: His alibi relies on the account of drunks.
Real drunks or old-timey pioneer drunks that are getting paid by the hour?
He could've left at any point, walked 30 yards to Hollis' office and walked out.
We're heading to the bar now.
We're gonna meet the police chief. Rigsby wants to check those cabins.
The meth-lab fires? Might be worth looking into, I guess.
Follow close as my magical and mysterious friend Mr. Golden Nugget...
...travels a trail of deception before your very eyes.
Young man, under which of these humble chalices does the golden nugget reside?
-That one. -Hm?
A brave choice, but sadly, the wrong one.
Hey, care to wager again?
A buck buys three guesses, but pays 5 if you guess right.
I believe I saw your move.
Oh, what have we here, a skeptic?
Please, sir, step right up.
Test my skills, see if you remain unconvinced.
-Don't mind if I do. -All right.
So the nugget goes in the cup like this and then we move them around like this.
You continue doing that, but to do this, don't you need to have a gold nugget?
-I believe I saw your move there. -You did, did you?
-You won't mind...? -Not at all.
-Now, come on. -What?
-You know I felt that. -Felt what?
-My wallet, please. -I beg your pardon.
-Sir? -I mean.... This?
Oh, this. Is this it? I've never seen that in my life.
You're schooled in the craft.
Used to be. I'm a little rusty. But you know what? Worth a shot.
-Wait a minute. -What?
-Where's my gold? -I don't know.
Bro, that thing is real.
All right, sir, we will get your gold back. Jane?
I don't have your gold.
-Maybe the kid can enlighten you. -The kid--?
Here we go, Lisbon. Gossip.
Two sarsaparillas, please.
Sure I can't Irish those up for you?
Would that I could, but we're on the job.
Oh.
Are you here about the murder?
I mean, not that you stand out in your suits or anything.
We're with the CBI.
Yes. Um, can I ask you...
...do they let you use your real name in the show?
I guess. Um, I'm Lily Soto.
You looked spooked just then. Did you know Hollis?
Barely. I grew up in Jasper, in the valley.
He interviewed me for this job, like, a year ago.
Did his employees like him?
Yeah. Yeah, I mean, he tips us out at Christmas.
He's generous. Too much, probably.
Well, I imagine some people badmouth him once the booze starts to flow.
Well, I mean, you know, people talk.
Some people weren't happy with the way he was running the town.
He kept this place going.
Yeah, but it's been getting bad for a while.
Rumor is there's a mall moving in.
Like, wow, right? But people are freaking out about these meth labs.
Some friends were gonna buy the bar, but everybody's moving away.
Francisco Navarro, was he here last night at 8 p.m.?
Yeah. Yeah. I mean, he's pretty much here every night.
-You would be too if you drank for free. -Mm-hm.
Is that on?
Probably not since disco.
Hollis Percy overpaid his workers.
He hired three bartenders when two would suffice.
And yet, he's dead.
So you think his generosity got him killed?
Well, I just think it's odd that such a swell guy felt compelled to pay for loyalty.
CHO: Police have no surveillance footage on Main Street?
RIGSBY: Nope.
And we follow up by driving out to the woods. Why?
Timing.
An explosion the night before a murder.
Doesn't that seem suspicious to you?
Not really. They're meth labs. They explode.
Well, let me ask you this. Doesn't something look off here?
-Yeah, everything is burned. -Yeah, but this is not completely torched.
-Feel that. -I'm good.
It feels like a flame-retardant gel.
That's why some of this stuff survived.
Before this place burned down, someone sprayed it down.
-So the flames wouldn't spread. -This wasn't an accident.
-No. -Okay.
-Then what was it? -So you think it was arson?
Maybe it was a rival gang trying to make a point.
But what kind of drug dealer sprays the place down for safety?
I don't know.
There might be a connection to Hollis' murder here.
It's almost as if someone mocked these places up to look like meth labs.
Okay. You and Cho look into it.
GUARD: Uh, put your toolboxes down, please.
Hot out. Here to fix the air conditioning.
We're at the door, 30 seconds till we're in.
Go ahead, say it.
Now you're supposed to say, "Say what?"
And then I say, "You think I'm an idiot for buying Van Pelt that orchid."
You know what? I'm glad I did. Because now the ball's in her court.
I'm gonna be so Zen about this. Yup. The next move's hers.
I'm just gonna be the reed that bends in the breeze.
You're still in love with her, but instead of telling her, you bought her a plant.
-Yeah, that's pretty Zen though. -Hey, fellas. We're gonna need this space.
How long are you gonna be fiddling with those contraptions there?
CBI Arson Unit, sir. We'll be done shortly.
Look, Mr. Navarro is kicking my butt. Trying to get the show back up here.
We've been shut down all day.
Hi. I'm Ian Percy. I'm in charge here. Are you gentlemen with the CBI?
Yes, Mr. Percy. I'm Agent Cho, this is Agent Rigsby.
-CBI Arson Unit. -Arson Unit?
-We're driving up to check those cabin fires. -Hitting it early tomorrow.
It's arson, you think?
Isn't that--? Wasn't it supposed to be some crystal-meth mishap?
It didn't all burn. Once we get the chemical signature, we can tell if someone torched it.
-We'll find our bad guy pretty quick. -Let me know if you need anything.
In the meantime, I'll let you get back to it.
Hello, chief.
You got no case. You're wasting your time.
So you saw me carrying a gas can. Big deal.
You didn't even take your fancy equipment out of the truck.
-There was no fancy equipment. RIGSBY: Just your guilty conscience.
Want something to drink?
It's a long drive back to Sacramento.
RIGSBY: You look cozy there, chief.
He knows how this goes. He's a cop.
You're a crook too, right?
That's why you built these phony meth labs. Burned them down.
You were trying to scare people away.
Drive down prices and buy up property on the cheap.
Look, even if I did set a couple cabins on fire...
...so what?
Maybe I like fires.
Listen, Emmett, this isn't hypothetical.
-You're our prime suspect in this case. CHO: You know what to do.
You don't wanna be wrapped up in a murder investigation. Help yourself out.
All right, look. The thing is, in about three to four years...
...a new outlet mall's gonna open next to Percy.
So I figure I could hold on to the land till then, then dump it.
But Hollis figured it out? And he confronted you?
-No. Hollis was clueless. RIGSBY: So, what did happen?
My colleague thinks you killed him. I can't tell if you have the stones.
No, no. No, guys.
Guys, I'm....
Hollis didn't suspect a thing, I'm telling you.
He was just some rich weirdo.
-They both are. -They?
-Who's they? The son? -Joanna, his wife.
Two weeks ago, I get a call to the house, a neighbor heard screaming.
He was drunk, and she was out of control.
Shrieking.
Shrieking, about what?
Jane made a lot of Red John connections here.
Looks like he's building his own timeline.
It's all on the drive. We printed out some greatest hits.
-This is good. -We can log it into the system.
-Not necessary. -So you'll just take it from here?
I will.
He was sober for 20 years. A month ago, he fell off the wagon.
-And he could be a mean drunk. -Did he hit you?
-No. -No?
Okay.
-What caused him to start drinking again? -He had his triggers...
-...but his father's been dead a long time. -Were there romantic problems?
You're sweet.
You mean was Hollis sleeping around?
Maybe you found out.
Maybe you argued, and he was drunk, and things got out of control.
Hollis used to run around.
He was fun.
Too much fun.
But he grew to be faithful.
He was terrified of change.
A wife knows.
If you were married, you'd understand what I was talking about.
Are you married, Agent Van Pelt?
Not yet. Sounds like fun.
How about the chief for the murder? He's a weasel.
Records show that Cook and some rigged holding company bought properties in town.
-Had a lot to lose if Hollis exposed his scam. -Juicy stuff.
You have him right as a weasel, I don't think he's a killer.
Joanna hides it well, but Hollis may have been abusive.
-You're thinking self-defense. JANE: There is one vexing detail still missing.
Something in Hollis' life changed a month ago.
-To get him drinking again. JANE: Yeah, exactly.
-We have to figure out what it was. -Okay. How?
Well, Joanna has no idea. Or she has no inclination to tell us.
Nor does anyone else.
Maybe something in his past re-emerged.
-That's thin. -Yep, that is thin.
But you have to start somewhere.
Hm, beautiful orchid, Grace.
Well-chosen, Rigsby.
Hey.
Set you up with another sarsaparilla? On the house.
JANE: Who'd say no that?
I'm gonna get going. Agent Jane.
-See you. -Sure thing, Mr. Percy.
Mr. Percy? Very formal.
Well, you know, it pays to kiss the ring.
So have you cracked your case yet?
Cracked? Uh, not likely. No.
When does Francisco usually show up here?
He should be here soon.
I heard you clowned Kevin pretty good.
Kevin, the magician.
Oh, him. Yes. Wouldn't call him a magician.
-Normally there has to be magic involved. -Heh, yeah.
I hear you got real powers.
No. Just a little mind-reading and predictions, that's all.
Show me.
Please?
Okay. How about I tell you what you're gonna have for breakfast tomorrow?
Okay.
I'm gonna need a pen, paper, and an envelope.
Mm.
Tasty.
-Voilà. JANE: Thank you.
Close your eyes.
I want you to imagine being in your kitchen tomorrow morning.
This is what I like about tending bar, you meet all kinds.
Visualize yourself...
...looking into the cupboard...
...looking at all the items, thinking about what you're gonna eat.
And then you choose which one you want.
-You got it? -Yeah.
-You sure? -Mm-hm.
Okay.
Done.
Put it somewhere safe, we'll open it tomorrow. No peeking.
-Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. -Heh, heh.
NAVARRO: Barmaid.
Shot of whiskey and a beer back.
-What do you need? -Backup.
I don't like when you need backup and nothing's happened yet.
Nothing to worry about. We're just here to talk.
Do you mind?
She didn't have to go anywhere.
I already said my piece, but go ahead.
We're interested in ancient history...
...which seems to be your department, so it's obvious we start with you.
We wanna know about Hollis Percy's drinking.
-Well, he used to drink then he stopped. -Then he started again.
You have any idea why?
-Who knows what drives any other man? -Mr. Navarro, answer the question.
Let's try this another way. You and Hollis used to knock around.
-You're lifelong buddies, huh? -Yeah, we used to have fun.
Nothing in his current life would drive him to drink.
So I am guessing it was something from his old life...
...that came out of the woodwork.
Or someone.
Tell me, how far off am I?
No idea what you're talking about.
Really?
You know what I find sad?
The way you're so tucked in the Percy family pocket.
-Tucked in their pocket? -Yeah, like a soiled hanky.
TIM: We got a problem here, boss? -No. No problem.
No, we're fine.
Okay? We're good?
You are hiding information from the police, which is a crime.
Why would I do that?
Possibly to protect yourself by protecting Hollis Percy.
I'm not sure.
What's he talking about?
-He doesn't know. -Yes, but you do.
You talk big about fighting for this town, for this staff.
The truth is you sold out to Hollis long ago.
So long ago, you thought he was your friend...
...which is not sad, just stupid.
You son of a bitch.
Maybe we got a problem.
Is this part of the show?
CHO: No.
He could have asked nicely, that's all I was saying.
CHO: I was there.
-You want more coffee? -No. I'm good.
And Jane thinks you know who came after Hollis Percy.
-Based on what, precisely? -We don't need to be precise. You do.
Okay.
We got into some trouble when we were kids.
Hollis got involved with this one crazy girl.
A townie from a few miles up the road. She was pretty.
This was right after he married Joanna.
He do that a lot? Slumming it with the local girls?
Yeah, he did, but this girl got pregnant.
And Hollis paid her to deal with it.
Her brother found out. The brother was bad news.
-He roughed up Hollis thoroughly. -Brother held a grudge this whole time.
He might have. He was in prison for 12 years. Got out a month ago.
I thought he came for a handout from Hollis.
-The rich guy he had dirt on. -Something like that.
-What happened to the girl? -She went back home.
This was 30 years ago.
Hollis was a mess.
His dad found out. Almost disowned him.
-Poor guy. -Yes, we had a falling out.
But Hollis was always my friend. And Ian, he had no idea. He's a good kid.
You may have given your friend's killer a two-day head start.
I need to know the guy's name. The brother.
Flores. Dominic Flores.
CHO: Are you gonna touch all of them? -I haven't touched that one.
-I'm looking for poppy. -Lisbon took it. Grab the everything bagel.
But it has all that other stuff.
Like onion scraps. What are the point of those?
All you see are problems.
-All I see are bagels. -Just make a choice.
Great.
Where are we with the brother? Hollis' buddy.
You mean Dominic Flores?
Fresh out of Folsom, 12 years and seven weeks for robbing-- What?
Sixteen jewelry stores and a pet shop.
-Yeah. He stole a boa constrictor. -Of course he did.
His parole officer says he's been diligent.
Night of the murder, he was at a job fair in Sacramento.
Coroner puts the attack at 8. He couldn't be in both places.
I don't think so. I spoke to a guy who had a booth at the job fair.
A solar panel company. Dominic signed in for an interview at 7:45.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
Okay. What about the sister, Juliana?
Still looking. She fell out of touch with the family.
So it's possible Dominic got out and paid Hollis an awkward visit.
Might explain his drinking, doesn't explain his murder.
Ask Joanna if she knew about the pregnancy, after the show.
-What do you mean? -Jane says we need to go...
...to the medicine man show.
Rigsby, you wanna drive?
As long as I'm not called up to volunteer, sure.
-Kevin. -You again.
You know, I'm afraid we got off on the wrong foot.
You need my help, I need your help, maybe we can come to an agreement.
-Why do I need your help? -Your magic sucks eggs.
I can help you with that and you can help me...
...by giving me a couple minutes of stage time.
Sucks eggs, huh?
-Pick a card. I won't look. -All right.
-Pick what card? -You took my cards.
-I don't know what you're talking about. -Give me my cards.
Kevin, let's modulate the attitude. What's the problem?
KEVIN: This guy is trying to get in my head.
He's trying to ruin my act. He stole my cards.
Kevin, that's not true.
You should cool down before you go near an audience.
Stop playing with me.
You'd be better off taking your seat. I can handle this.
I'd appreciate that. He's a little scary.
Oh, you're gonna handle it, Francisco? Handle this. I quit.
Here you go. Candy-ass pickpocket trying to bust my chops.
-Nobody handles me. -What did you do?
-Who's he calling a candy-ass? -Well, now I have no magic show.
-Thank you. That's great. -I know magic.
-Yeah? -Yes. What's your favorite number?
-Uh, twenty-three. -Heh, really?
Check that pocket there.
NAVARRO: How'd you do that? -Do I get the gig?
[LAUGHING]
Hell, yeah.
-So, what is that Jane's gonna do? -No idea.
Really?
Sometimes it's best just to be relaxed about this stuff.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. And cowboys too.
Now, you all are in for a frontier treat that will mesmerize and amaze.
Because I'm proud to present to you the daring work...
...of magician and mental mystic, Patrick Jane.
Let's hear it for him.
Thank you, Doc Navarro. Very impressive introduction.
I hope I don't disappoint.
Some people say I have special powers. It's not true.
Everyone can read minds.
I can just do it marginally better than most, that's all.
I'm gonna need some volunteers for my first effect.
I don't call them "tricks." Tricks are mean. What we're here to do is to have some fun.
What about you lovebirds over there? You here on your honeymoon?
Nope, we're just passing through. We got an RV.
Oh, great. Don't tell me where you're from. But here, we're gonna start real simple.
I'm gonna tell you the town you folks left from...
...and the town that you folks are headed to.
Write it down there on that piece of paper. As you do it, imagine them.
Imagine yourself pulling out of the driveway.
Lily Soto. You look like you should be up here being my assistant.
Ladies and gentleman, Lily Soto.
I said I would discover the town you folks are from...
...and the town you folks are headed to.
I believe you started out in Albuquerque...
...and you are headed to...
...Seattle, Washington.
How'd I do, Lily?
Albuquerque and Seattle.
Thank you for your help. Take a seat.
Lily, I'm not done with you yet. You have to stay up here and help me.
I wrote a prediction yesterday and gave it to you, yes?
-You did. -Yes.
-Did you peek at it? Are you sure? -No, I didn't peek at it.
-No little peeky peeks? -No peeks.
And what did I say I'd predict?
Uh, what I had for breakfast this morning.
Okay, that is impossible.
Uh, and I have to admit, I told a little white lie.
That is not what I wrote down.
In fact, what I wrote down was the name of Hollis Percy's killer.
That's right. Yes.
I have an envelope too.
And inside this envelope...
...I wrote down the reason for this brutal murder.
The motive, if you will.
Now, Lily, if you would please open your envelope...
...and read out that name.
I-- Do I have to?
I'm afraid you do.
"Ian Percy."
Okay, Mr. Jane, that's quite enough.
This is insane. Did you put him up to this?
-Why would I do that? -Why, indeed?
Because he wants to get rid of me? I don't know.
-He's trying to frame me. -Well, if he's lying...
...then you wouldn't object to Lily opening this envelope and reading what's inside.
Francisco, shut this travesty down.
Can't do that. This is a CBI matter.
-Right, Lisbon? -Yes, I am afraid so.
Ian, either Lily reads out the reason you killed your father for everyone to hear...
...or you come with us right now and confess.
-The choice is yours. -What's happening?
I don't know.
And I don't know what you think happened, but whatever's on that paper, it's not true.
I think you do know. And the clock is ticking.
You ready, Lily?
Ian, when Lily reads what's inside, I can't control what happens next.
-Okay. I'll read it myself. -No, no, no. Not now.
Not here.
I'm sorry, folks.
I'll come with you. Whatever you want.
A wise choice.
Ian Percy, you're under arrest for murder.
Ian? Ian.
IAN: It's okay, Mom. It's gonna be okay.
JANE: You were dating Lily, right?
On the down low.
I thought Dad wouldn't approve.
He thought the Percy name was something special.
And she wasn't like us.
-How'd you know? -That you two were in love? That was easy.
There were little things. Little things that said that there was something...
...off.
You know, everybody thought my dad was some good guy.
That he kept the town going, you know.
But they didn't know...
...how he terrorized us.
That he wasn't fit.
Not to raise a family.
We need to know how it happened.
Start a month ago.
Oh, it started before that.
When I moved back from San Francisco, it was like a few months ago.
And meeting Lily was....
It was like a dream.
And I figured he knew something when he started drinking again.
He was too ashamed to come to me...
...so I went to him.
And he was drunk.
I didn't know about his affair. How could I have even guessed?
I'm trying to tell you.
Lily is your sister.
No. No, that is absurd. No.
-I know my own my daughter. -No!
We didn't think you were coming back.
You abandoned us.
-Mom knows? -No, of course not.
Lily's mother and me were kind of a-- A fling.
You know, we were young. Thirty years ago.
-How could you do this to me? -Do this to you?
You spoiled brat.
What the hell did I ever do to you?
I betrayed your mother, not you, and that's my business.
Lily and you, that's on you.
-You should have been able to tell. -So it's my fault?
It's not mine.
Either way, it doesn't matter.
So, son, you gotta suck it up and move on.
Lily is not for you.
She's the only girl I have ever loved. I wanna marry her.
[IMITATES CRYING]
For the first time in your life, son...
...face the facts that are staring you in the face and stop whining.
What do I even say to her?
Dad had an affair, I'm your brother.
It's not gonna be easy.
But you are gonna have to tell her the truth at some point.
I finally got through to him, you know.
It felt good, for a second.
I think the old bastard finally understood.
When he was dying, he finally understood what he'd done to all of us.
-Hey. -Hey.
You fooled a guy with a mobile made-up arson lab?
-Neat trick. -He didn't seem to think so, but thanks.
-So good week, then? -Yeah, yeah.
Great, yeah.
Just moving with the wind.
[CHUCKLING]
No, I'm sorry, that was a lie.
Today is not a good day.
We have to talk.
-Okay. About what? -About you and me.
Great, because there's something I've really been meaning to tell you.
I--
-Excuse me. -Oh, hi.
-I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was just.... -It's fine.
Oh, uh, Duncan, this is Wayne. Wayne, Duncan.
-Wayne Rigsby. It's good to meet you. -Pleasure.
Wayne and I met in Los Angeles at the white hat program.
Actually, that's where we met.
-What'd I say? -You said Wayne.
Oh, I'm sorry. Weird. Heh.
Oh. I just remembered, I left something in my desk.
Duncan, it's great to meet you.