Judge Fitzwilliam will change her tune once I reveal her daughter's killer, won't she?
I don't imagine she will. When are you planning on doing that?
But you have to trust me.
Right, and what if you're wrong again?
Well, if I'm wrong then we're in deep trouble, but what are the chances, really, of me being wrong twice in a row. Think about that one. Of course, if either of you have a better idea how to find Abby's body and catch her killer, please: these are not taxi doors, they're ears.
[Lisbon and Jane hiding in a kitchen]
[whispers] This isn't going to work unless you're quiet.
[whispers] I can't keep quiet. My legs are asleep. [squirms]
What do you mean your legs are asleep? Lets don't sleep. That's absurd. Don't say that.
Hey. So, I just talked to Judge Fitzwilliam.
And she says if you will apologize for the cavalier method in which you disrupted her mother's burial she will not pursue disciplinary action against you, Lisbon or myself.
Hmm. Tell her Jane says she is a self righteous embittered, old bat and she should thank me.
JFJudge Fitzwilliam
[surprising both Hightower and Jane] You're right, Mr. Jane. I came here for an apology, but I realize now I was wrong to stand on my dignity. I am embittered, and your arrogant, callous, juvenile behavior did reveal he truth after all, so thank you. Thank you very much. Good evening to you.
Hello Lisbon. What a great day to not be blown up.
What you took from Bajoran's house.
[Jane looks blankly at Lisbon]
The toupee, Jane, the housekeeper called.
[Jane throws Lisbon the toupee]
That's just gross! Why would you take it?
[Jane just guessed something about Mashburn.]
Yes. When someone see something that they want, their pupils dilate.
Pupil dilation... [stares at Lisbon] It's fantastic!
[glances at Mashburn's eyes, then at Lisbon's] Yes, it is. [Lisbon smiles]
AAuctioneer
That's $90,000 for lot 10. And I see $100,000 from the woman in red. $110,000? Do I hear $110,000? $110,000, and $120,000? [Jane bids $120,000] $120,000. Thank you. $120,000.
$150,000. [to the woman next to him] Never was any good at math.
AAuctioneer
I've got $150,000 from the gentleman in the vest. How about $160,000? $160,000. [the woman in red bids] $160,000 is bid. How about $170,000? I've got $170,000, and $180,000. And the gentleman in the front row, $180,000 is your bid, sir. You've got the bid at $180,000. $190,000?
Can we move this thing along? $200,000.
AAuctioneer
And $200,000 from our enthusiastic friend in the back. Do I hear $210,000?
WIWoman in red dress
Nice day for it, huh?
WIWoman in red dress
And whose interests do you represent?
Well, that's supposed to be confidential, isn't it, but what the heck? Walter Mashburn.
AAuctioneer
$230,000 if you wish, sir. $230,000?
$230,000. $230,000. Do we have $240,000?
$240,000. Do we have $240,000?
$240,000, we have $240,000 right here. And we also have $250,000. I know that because I am bidding it. Do we have $260,000?
AAuctioneer
Hey, wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait.
$260,000? Come on, ma'am, you can do $260,000. I know you can.
Let's go! What about you, sir?
AAuctioneer
We have $250,000.
No. I want the thing for $260,000. Can I have it?
You're looking a little creaky.
Yeah, a cattle prod will do that to you.
The doctor says there's no lasting effects.
Well, that doctor should try it himself sometime. [watches as Lisbon smiles] That was a big smile.
Of course I'm glad you're back. I'm also glad we solved one without you.
You were kidnapped and delivered to me. That counts as solving one?
Hightower and the team found us.
But if I hadn't held off Rachel, they would have found us dead in a burned out house.
My apple. I asked you to get me an apple.
I come through the valley of death and all you can think about is your stomach. A piece of fruit.
That's just plain selfish.
Yes, it is. You're on my couch. I'm trying to have a cup of tea. Have you finished? You called me creaky. I've been cattle prodded all week. I just want to have a rest and a cup of tea and a little sleep.
[sigh] Oh, I wish I had a cattle prod.
