The Mentalist s04e08 Episode Script

Going around, going around.
It's going down, going down.
Going around, going around.
Till the second you break Better let me demonstrate.
Why won't you show me? Don't you know it's rude to stop and stare? Just keep on going.
Don't give mixed signals from way over there Omar.
Later.
Whoo.
Go, girl! That's right.
On this day, I'm not sure if he's the one.
But, baby, let me translate what you say.
Going around, going around.
It's going down, going down.
Going around, going around.
Till the second you break Better let me demonstrate.
Excuse me.
Going around.
It's going down, going down.
Going around, going around Let me go! Better let me demonstrate.
Why won't you show me? You know it's.
.
- What are you, blind? - I'm sorry.
You look, uh, marginally rested.
I was hoping I'd actually get to REM sleep tonight.
There's another detective, maybe you can go back to bed.
That's weird.
Sac P.
D.
called for our help on this.
- You two CBI? - Yeah, I'm Teresa Lisbon.
This is Patrick Jane.
Sergeant Henderson, holding down the scene until you arrived.
I was in the neighborhood.
Two shots to the head.
No purse or ID on the victim.
The car is registered to Yolanda Herrera.
- Witnesses? - No, but these officers responded to an anonymous tip, so somebody had to see something.
It's from Luxure.
It's a club down the street.
Wouldn't be the first clubhead done in by her dealer.
Mm.
I applaud your certainty, but I don't think it's that cut-and-dried.
She got the clothes right, but look at her hands.
Short nails, sloppy paint job.
Maybe she was in a rush.
- Doubtful.
A free pass to the champagne room requires very careful attention to detail.
You gotta be joking, right? I work these streets.
- I know a club girl when I see one.
- Apparently not.
You missed this small bruise on her left ankle.
I'm guessing she turned her ankle trying to walk in these shoes.
Her arms are well-muscled.
Lisbon, correct me if I'm wrong that appears to be a sports bra she's wearing.
- Probably.
- What are you getting at? Your club girl here was in a disguise.
A tomboy trying to blend in.
The question is why? What was her game? Is this really productive? - You knew her.
- No, I didn't.
Your voice pitched higher.
Like when you said you were in the neighborhood.
Is he right? Did you know the victim? Of course not.
That's ridiculous.
Aha.
I know who this woman This woman here - Okay, I'm here.
- What the hell is going on? - Yolanda Herrera is an undercover cop.
- That's what I was going to say.
Yeah, big whoop for you, smartass.
No one can know that.
Make it more dangerous the next cop we put out there.
You're not known for management skills.
Work the case.
I'll help you where I can.
But Yoli's identity must remain confidential.
Keep this circus act under control, got it? Got it.
Yeah.
Disappointing, I thought you might push back.
The guy called me a circus act.
Hey, the man is grieving.
You push back.
- Okay, I will.
- Don't you dare.
- Okay.
You said that I could.
- I take it back.
Okay? I need a little rest.
Yolanda Concepcion was her real name, but everyone called her Yoli.
She leaves behind a family.
Husband, two young children.
She was a valuable member of my Narcotics Task Force.
What was she doing here tonight? She was supposed to be getting friendly with a dealer named Omar Vega.
He's a major player here in South Sac.
We think his crew was behind a recent rise in crime around here.
- You think Vega made her cover? - Too early to tell.
He's popped people for less then being undercover cops.
Okay.
We'll start at the club.
Thanks.
Jane.
Meet me at Luxure.
What? I can't hear you.
Still can't hear you.
Bye.
- Jane.
- Oh.
Hey, Lisbon.
Meet Vince Candide, he's our host.
A womanizing buffoon, but you'll be amused by his presumption.
- What? - H u h? He This is He Have you seen this woman? - What about Omar Vega? - Who? Omar Vega! - Sorry.
I gotta go run the place.
- He can't hear.
Thanks, Vince.
If Vega's here, he's over there.
Thank you.
Ah, this is more like it.
Pardon me, have you seen Omar Vega? You're never gonna find him like that.
What have we got here? Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your attention.
My colleague over there in her not-here-to-party clothes is 5-O, yeah, CBI.
She's looking for Omar Vega.
I have $500 in this pocket for whoever can point him out.
That's 500 big ones just to use your pointy finger, we'll take it from there.
Thank you.
Party on.
- Subtle.
- But effective.
He's over by the bar.
You're the man no one wants to look at, I'm guessing Mr.
Vega.
- I like your swagger.
- Well, thank you.
- We're investigating a murder.
- No need.
I know what Yoli looks like.
I hear she got popped.
Shame.
Was Yoli at the club tonight? You know the answer or you wouldn't be here.
- Did you talk to her? - Yeah, maybe.
- What did you talk about? - Foolishness.
She was just another 'haina' from the neighborhood - trying to get my attention.
- Hm.
And did she get your attention? Did you take her outside? No, ma'am, I did not.
I've been here all night.
- Please, ask around.
- No need.
He's telling the truth.
- I've got nothing to hide.
- Well, that's not entirely true.
You're hiding profound anger.
Is that right? Mm.
The tension in your jawline gives it away.
What is it that's bothering you? Not a woman, I don't think you care enough.
Not global warming.
What is it you covet most? Money? No.
Respect.
This is a question of respect.
Someone disrespected you, didn't they? How? What did they do? Keep guessing, pinstripes.
- "Pinstripes.
" - Ma'am, are we done? Yes, we're done, sir.
Oh.
- Interesting.
- Yeah.
I like the pinstripes.
Vega took control of South Sac in less than a year.
If his competitors didn't agree to work with him, they ended up like this.
- That could be persuasive.
- No criminal record? Well, Vega's brutal and smart.
Always one step ahead of us.
Ran his organization like a terror cell.
Everyone knows what they need - to get the job done.
- So his hands stay clean.
- What was Yoli's assignment? - Find Vega's base of operation.
- It's always changing.
- We've got our work cut out.
Rigsby, where we at with suspects? None we can find.
I got the 911 call.
Tip came from a payphone three blocks from the crime scene.
Um, yeah, there's a dead chick on Kennon near 4th, in case you're interested.
- Are there cameras near that phone? - None.
Got a hit on the victim's credit cards.
A room charge this morning, downtown hotel.
Take Rigsby.
Yoli's cell phone was missing too, right? But the carrier hasn't received a signal since last night.
Whoever took it powered it down or pulled the battery.
Stay on it.
- Did you talk to the family yet? - I'm headed there now.
What do they know about Yoli's assignment? Nothing.
It's an ongoing investigation, so they can't.
Understood.
I told her not to get involved in this undercover crap.
Desk jobs had benefits and paid good enough.
It was one of these drug dealers, wasn't it? I'm afraid I can't talk about that now.
Still? Are you kidding me? What does it matter now? My wife is She's the greatest mother in the world.
Who is it? Rafi.
Rafi? Rafi? Oh, there you are.
I got him.
Sorry about that, Lalo.
This is Elvia, Yoli's cousin.
She moved in a couple months ago to help with the kids.
He's a beautiful boy.
He doesn't know yet.
How do you tell a little kid he's not gonna see his mom again? Did she talk to you about her work? No.
But I barely knew what Yoli was doing on a daily basis.
I'm sorry, why are we doing this? To bring your wife's murderer to justice.
For you and your family.
Justice? You think my kids are gonna care when some crack dealer goes down for this? They lost their mother.
I lost my wife.
For what? War on drugs? Give me a break.
That's a nice tune.
- Oh.
Whoa.
Didn't mean to startle you, sorry.
What's cooking? - Spaghetti, it's for the kids' lunch.
- Oh.
You and Yoli must have been very close to help out with the family like this.
Yeah, we were like sisters.
Really? I don't think so.
- What? - The humming.
I hum.
So what? Well, humming, it's like comfort food.
It takes us back to the breast.
And you are the mom of the family now.
- Deep down you're glad she's dead.
- What kind of cop are you? - Jane? What's going on? - I was just about to ask Elvia what she was doing at Luxure last night.
The faded stamp on your wrist I have one just like it.
You followed Yoli while she was working? What were you thinking? - If you did anything to get her killed - Why did you follow her? Uh, she has a little thing for Lalo.
What are you talking about? I think she should explain.
Yoli didn't deserve you.
Look what I found in her jeans when I was doing the wash.
More than once.
Condoms? Yoli was on the pill.
I went to the club to see who she was sleeping with.
- What did you see? - Nothing.
She was in a rush to get out of there and texting somebody, but I lost her.
We're gonna need you to come down to the office, make a full statement.
Pack your things before you go.
You're not coming back in this house.
But I went there for you, Lalo.
Whoa.
A little more salt, but that's pretty good.
Kids are gonna love that.
A charge was made here from a stolen credit card.
- Let me guess, husband on the prowl? - Killer on the run.
Oh.
Uh, here we go.
One American Breakfast, three Bloody Marys - delivered to Room 618.
- Thank you.
Who's there? - Police.
Open the door.
Just a minute.
Please, don't shoot! I got him.
Get up, come on.
- Can you pass me a hand towel? - Step out of the bathroom, please.
I swear, I've never seen that woman in my life.
Shush.
Put that thing away.
What are you, a maniac? You could hurt someone.
So Summer Tell me why you were making charges on a murder victim's credit card, unh - hours after her death.
- Cho.
That's Korean, right? Explain how you came into possession of the card.
- Bad back, huh? - Yeah.
I can tell.
Is there anything I could do to make it any better? No.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Look, I don't know anything about any dead chick.
Um, yeah, there's a dead chick on Kennon near 4th, in case you're interested.
Well, you're way more slick than the trolls that usually bust my butt.
- Did you shoot the victim? - No.
Did you see who did? I heard shots, I ran to help, she was already dead.
At least I called it in.
You ran to help? Why wouldn't I? Poor thing.
You took the victim's credit cards.
This is about Omar Vega, isn't it? - What do you know about Vega? - Heh.
I know that your dead girl was hanging with him.
I also know that I have an 18-hour window with a stolen card but you made it there in record time.
You're after someone big.
Ahem.
Look, I know things.
Maybe we can make a deal.
- What do you got? - What's your deal? You give me something useful, I'll drop the theft charge.
Pinkie swear? Fine.
Vega just got his ass handed to him.
The Perry Boys raided one of his stash houses, cleaned out all his coke.
- How much? - Ten keys, maybe more.
The Perry Boys.
- Yeah, the Perry Boys.
Vega needs more product and revenge fast or else his customers are gonna be lost and he'll lose respect.
I bet you just doodle in that thing, don't you? So that's enough to get me out of here, right? I'll let you know.
So do you like her for the murder? No.
But I like her.
What do you got? Uh, text messages from the victim's cell phone.
Yoli's cousin said she was sending a text when she left the club.
What was the last text she sent before she was murdered? "On my way.
Open the champagne.
Our favorite hotel?" - Sounds personal.
- Very personal.
Who's it to? A pre-paid phone.
No record of the owner.
Her cousin might have been right about this affair.
I think we should talk to her boss again.
Excuse me.
Uh, we're looking for Sergeant Henderson's office.
- Towards the back on the left.
- Thanks.
- Is that Yoli's desk there? - Yeah.
That's where she sat.
Thank you.
I'll catch up with you.
All right, don't wander off.
- Wouldn't dream of it.
The text messages started two weeks ago.
They paint a picture of a pretty wild affair.
Did you know if Yoli was romantically involved with anyone on the job? I assure you, Agent Lisbon, I keep a tight rein over my undercover officers.
How do you explain those texts? There's pages.
These aren't love tweets.
These are gang codes.
Yoli picked this up surveilling a gang a couple of months back.
"Champagne" is cocaine.
"On our way" is someone's in trouble.
- Who uses that code? - Nobody you ever heard of.
- The Perry Boys.
- A renegade stickup outfit.
- Two brothers and a cousin? - How do you know? I did some research on the Perrys when I found out they hit Vegas' stash house.
- Vega was robbed? - Two days before Yoli's murder.
She didn't tell you about it? I thought you kept a tight rein on your people.
Lookit, nothing in Yoli's surveillance reports ever mentioned the Perrys.
Is it possible she was working with them? That's why she didn't tell you about the robbery? She wouldn't compromise her team that way.
Yoli wasn't dirty.
You sure? I got my people at her house now looking for evidence of an affair.
Van Pelt? New orders.
Find out if Yoli was on the take or in contact with a gang called the Perry Boys.
Can I help you? Oh, I'm sorry, I was trying not to bother you but since you asked, yes.
Uh Who's that guy? - That's Trey.
- Trey.
Fellow officer? Yeah.
We all came in the same year.
So you and Yoli must have been close.
That girl was my heart.
She was always there for me.
My partner seems to believe that, um That Yoli was having an affair.
No.
Yoli would never cheat on Lalo.
Her family found condoms in her pockets more than once.
We all carry them.
Never know when you have to waterproof drug samples - when you're in the field.
- Handy to know.
Aw, come on, Scoob We gotta talk at some point, dude.
If we don't, we're gonna have to find new best friends, right? Right.
All right, mama, nap time is now.
Get in bed.
How much longer is this gonna take? I don't know.
Tell me what you're looking for.
Maybe I can speed this up.
My kids, they're not gonna go to sleep with you here.
I'm sorry, sir, but I can't discuss the case.
Another RoboCop.
Where do they find you people? These are all family files.
Did Yoli keep any private records? A personal journal or diary, maybe? You can check her computer.
We already did.
At work and her laptop at home.
She didn't keep anything important on those.
Too paranoid.
What computer did she use? Right there.
Excuse me.
It's okay, Raf.
The lady needs to look at the computer.
She won't be here long.
She'll be gone in a few minutes.
It's okay.
Van Pelt.
- Hey, boss.
Did you find anything? Yoli uploaded photos of a house onto her kid's computer the day before the crime.
The photos link to a foreclosure site that show the house has been vacant for six months.
The perfect place for the Perrys to hide out.
We're gonna need that address.
Daddy's home.
Hey, you must be Trey.
Hey.
I must be.
Who am I waving at? I'm one of the CBI people investigating Yoli's murder.
- Yeah? On our couch? - You'd be surprised what you can learn.
Really? Like what? Well, this particular couch is very comfortable on the first sit but after time, gonna give your back a lot of grief.
- Hey, you ready to go? - Where we going? - Tracking down the Perry Boys.
- They may have killed Yoli.
- You want me to come? - We have vests.
- Probably not my size.
- Why don't you wait here? That's a great I'll wait here.
Hold down the fort.
Good luck.
It's a whole new you.
Yeah.
Be happy I wasn't out there as a crackhead today.
- Props include urine-soaked pants.
- Charming.
Uh, are those props too? The drugs? No, these are the real deal.
I was doing hand-to-hands today.
Making buys in different areas, see who the current sellers are.
That's quite a haul.
Colorful.
What do you do with the goods? Everything goes in the property room.
Investigation Unit catches you with as much as a crack pipe - they come down pretty hard.
- Mm.
Must be difficult living two lives.
- Well, you learn to compartmentalize.
- Mm.
How was Yoli with that? Yoli.
God bless her.
She was one of the best, actually.
She had to be.
- You met her family, right? - Mm-hm.
She was putting that husband of hers through school.
So Yoli was good, but you're better.
So why is it that Yoli got the Vega case and not you? That's a big case, right? Well, let's just say the short dresses didn't hurt Yoli at all.
I'll tell you one thing.
I wouldn't have let Vega's men do me like that.
You think Vega had her killed? Come on.
She's an undercover cop.
This guy's a notorious gangster.
How far you really gotta look? - What's up, Trey? - You got it.
Oh, I am so sorry.
I'm sorry, Trey.
That's embarrassing.
Mike, you got a towel? A napkin or something? Come on.
This is terrible.
My bad.
Wipe that up there.
Gonna need another one of these, Mike.
Okay.
Great.
Okay.
Thank you.
So clumsy.
I'm sorry.
We're looking for Warren, Dwayne and Russell Perry.
Expect them to be armed.
They're erratic and extremely dangerous.
- Van Pelt, you take this side.
- Yes, ma'am.
Police! We didn't come here to work out.
Wrong move, kid.
Wrong move.
Put your hands in the air.
- Upstairs clear! - Front room clear.
Kitchen clear! I couldn't let this place beat me.
I did what I had to do.
- Clear.
- It's definitely the Perrys.
I fought.
Hey, boss.
I got one down back here.
A police officer was all it took.
My dreams, my freedom, everything was taken from me.
Nobody could help me.
- Where'd all this come from? - Mm.
Your friend Wayne is so sweet.
Now, there's a man who knows how to smile.
Was he in a boy band? You were right about Vega.
- So my information was helpful? - No, but it was accurate.
You're free to go.
Charges are dropped.
Thank you, Agent Cho.
- Kimball.
- You're welcome.
You know, you really should do something about that back of yours.
- It's nothing.
- You're very invested in this man-in-an-iron-face routine, aren't you? I bet I could make you cry like a baby.
No bet.
There may be hope for you yet.
Sac P.
D.
Narco Unit just finished searching the Perry's house.
They found baggies, scales, drug residue, but no drugs.
- Looks like Vega stole his coke back.
- No.
The Perrys let the killer in.
It was someone they trusted.
Otherwise Dwayne would have died with a gun in his hand instead of a video game controller.
- Ballistics come back? - Yeah.
Casings found at the house matched the ones from Yoli's crime scene.
Same gun.
M.
E.
puts the Perrys' time of death the same night as Yoli's.
So whoever killed the Perrys, killed Yoli.
Great.
We've got no suspects.
- We're back to square one.
- Well l wouldn't say square one exactly.
- No? - No.
Hey, Candide, we're ready.
That's quite an impressive pile you have there.
What are you doing here? - I'm looking for you.
- No.
You can't be back here.
I can be wherever I wanna be.
- Well Who says? - The law.
It knows no bounds.
What do you want? I'm not sure yet.
Glad to see you're having such a good week.
How much do you want? Mm.
Twenty.
- G rand? - Percent.
That's insane.
Okay, then, make it 25.
Get out.
I'll tell you what.
You tell Omar Vega I got a deal to make and we'll call it square.
I told you, I don't know any Vega.
No? Then why are you counting his money? Vega uses this club to launder his drug money.
It's his club.
That's obvious.
Look at you.
You're not a big-time club owner.
You tell Vega there's more where that came from.
So that pro seemed like a piece of work, huh? - Who? Summer? - Oh, she's Summer now.
She is Summer.
That's her name.
- Like she knows your name is Wayne.
- It was just some potato chips.
- You emptied out the vending machine.
- Yeah.
She was hungry.
Copy that.
- Hi.
I was just leaving.
- No.
You're not.
No? I guess I'm not.
We're up.
Whoa.
You mind turning the bass down a little? Makes me wanna go to the bathroom.
- You got a signal? - Yeah.
Just give them a lead before you go.
Straight ahead.
Turn right here.
I know this neighborhood.
It's derelict.
It's the perfect place to set up a drug operation.
Okay, they stopped.
Slow down.
They're just a few hundred feet up ahead.
Let's park here.
How many months has Sac P.
D.
's Narco Team been looking for Vega's hideout? We found it in one day.
I don't see the SUV.
They must have pulled into one of these warehouses.
Yeah, but where? Wait a second, where'd you hide Jane's tracking device? His jacket lining.
Jane's jacket and shoes.
- We're screwed.
- We're fine.
Jane's screwed.
Heh, heh.
So I was thinking, it's getting a little crowded in here.
Walk away.
Right now.
If you wanted a date, all you had to do was ask.
- Where can I find Omar Vega? - Why? - He's got one of our people.
- What makes you think I know? You're a hooker.
You had intel on Vega.
You must sleep with his men.
You don't mince your words, do you? - I don't have time for this.
- Neither do I.
I just spent an hour talking to him.
You chased off big money.
Now I have to start from the beginning.
- What the hell are you doing? - I'm arresting you for solicitation.
Make sure you make it nice and tight.
I know how you love to assert authority.
What is the matter with you? A life's at stake.
What is wrong with you? You think you can just take whatever you want from me whenever you want? You're used to getting paid.
Fine.
How much do you want? I don't want your money, Cho.
I was just looking for a little common courtesy.
Vega's holed up at an abandoned garage on 10th Street.
Now take these off of me and leave me the hell alone.
I'm disappointed about my shoes.
Is this how you treat all your guests? - What do you want to sell me? - Drugs, of course.
You need a new supply, or you might end up shoeless yourself.
Mr.
Tonto thinks he's on one, yes? So, this supply, where exactly does it come from? The Narcotics Task Force collects information on every dealer in the city.
Where they operate, where their stash houses are.
I give you that information, for a fee, and you can restock your supply at will.
How is that amusing? Oh, it's not funny "ha, ha," it's more funny "crazy.
" You see, I just got the exact same offer yesterday.
Mm.
Heh-heh-heh.
Interesting negotiating tactic.
I'm gonna call your bluff.
Ah.
You think I'm lying.
There's only one rainmaker.
Bring her in.
Look, where is he? What are you doing to me? Get your hands off of me! Yo.
Where's Vega? I demand to speak to him.
We're business partners.
What's he doing here? Vega, what are you doing to me? - This woman is an undercover cop.
- Yes, I know exactly what she is.
Actually, she's part of the same Narcotics Task Force that you claim to have access to.
Oh, you're good.
You're very good.
She's good.
You're being set up for a one-way trip to the Gray Bar Hotel.
You patted her down for a wire yet? Vega, you can't be taking this guy seriously.
No, to be honest with you, I don't know what to make of you two.
I mean, it's not every week that two dirty cops show up on my doorstep both offering me the same deal.
I mean, what are the odds, hm? Oh, the odds? The odds are someone's lying.
Shoot her now.
Then we'll talk some business.
Like hell.
He's not even a real cop.
This guy's a consultant.
No, you know, I think that maybe my safest option is to shoot you both.
Whoa.
Wait a minute.
Just wait a minute.
Let's be cool here.
You can't shoot me.
I took out the Perry Boys for you.
Explain.
I knew they hit your stash house.
I knew where they were hiding.
So I fixed it.
As a gesture of goodwill.
- He is lying.
- How would you know? - You weren't there.
- Yes, I was.
- I shot them.
- That's impossible.
The gun that was used to kill the Perry Boys was the same gun that was used to shoot Yoli Concepcion.
You didn't kill her.
She was your friend.
Yes, she was.
I loved Yoli.
She was starting to suspect someone in our unit was dirty.
It was just a matter of time before she figured out it was me.
Yoli was five-O? - Damn.
- That's a touching story.
There's just one problem with it.
I killed Yoli.
And I killed the Perry Boys.
I did them all.
Eenie, meenie, minie, mo.
Catch a liar by the toe.
If they holler, let them go.
Eenie, meenie, minie - Mo.
- CBI! Drop the weapon! Everybody face down on the ground now.
Don't even think about it.
Do it.
Don't move.
Anyone happen to see my shoes? So you're the one who helped the Perrys steal Vega's cocaine.
That's right.
When Yoli suspected a dirty cop was behind it, why didn't she come to me? You're a bureaucrat.
Me and Yoli, we came up together.
I was the one that sh - I was the one she trusted most.
- Look what it got her.
And you framed the Perry Boys for Yoli's murder.
That's why you sent her the text messages in code.
It was easy to get Yoli to bite on that.
I told her if there was a dirty cop on our team we needed to use code so we didn't tip him off.
The champagne text meant that I was in trouble.
Once I sent it, all I had to do was wait for her to show up at her car.
You worked so hard to frame them for Yoli's murder and then you killed them with the same gun? Yeah, that part wasn't planned.
I went to the Perrys to split our take.
They wanted to revise the deal.
Told me I had to take a reduced cut.
Told me they'd drop dime on me if I didn't give in.
I didn't give in.
I guess you showed them.
You don't get it.
Suits never do.
Try me.
I've been in Narcotics my whole career.
Busting punks like the Perrys that got more money in their pockets than I make in a year.
It never ends.
So why try to beat them when you can just join them? Well, now you can join them in prison.
Thank you.
Hey.
What do you want? Feeling bad now? Roughed up the down-on-her luck call girl? Don't worry about me.
I'm fine.
I wanna use you.
- Oh, be still my beating heart.
- Yes or no? Okay.
Don't expect just because you're a cop you get a discount.
- Standard rates apply.
- Not for sex.
For information.
I can use a good confidential informant.
Cash money, right? Right.
You know, Cho, I like you.
You got a mysterious, feline vibe.
Is that a yes? Kimball, for cash money, I'd snitch on my mom.
What'd she do? You got paperwork to sign, or what? Oh, hey.
You don't look any worse for wear after your showdown.
Oh, I'm fine apart from a couple of holes in my socks from tap dancing.
You were right.
Your offer to Vega helped flush out the real killer.
- How'd you know it was Bianca? - Unlike her co-workers - Bianca never took off her disguise.
- So it was a guess? Ah, you make it sound so artless.
- It's time.
- For what? We need to talk about Red John.
Oh, grieving widower at my 12 o'clock.
Your 6:30.
- Agent Lisbon.
- Hi.
Can I help you? I'm looking for the evidence room.
They're releasing Yoli's things.
It's downstairs two levels.
Sir? Your wife's undercover assignment was to help take down Omar Vega a drug dealer wanted in connection with multiple murders.
With what we learned from Yoli we found Vega's operation last night and we arrested him with 20 pounds of cocaine.
I doubt he'll ever set foot on the streets again.
Yoli saved a lot of lives.
Thank you.
I guess.