[Exhales]
Keep it in your pants.
You're not gonna need it.
My heart's racing.
Your heart's not racing?
- No. - Liar.
[Alarm sounds]
[Engine starts, siren blares]
Now my heart is racing.
[Tires squeal]
Man: Now my heart is racing.
Hey, what are you doing down here?
It's ok.
Yeah, we're police officers.
22 years as a cop, never fired my weapon.
And now this.
You two yum-yums ain't cops.
Joe, don't!
[Telephone rings]
[Ring] Torres.
Man: The museum's just been broken into
and you are liable for whatever's missing.
What? How is this my fault?
All I'm saying, Miss Torres,
is this better not have anything to do
with any of the people you supposedly vetted.
[Sirens]
What do you mean us? Doing you a favor?
He's blaming you, Torres,
that's exactly what I would do in his place.
[Police radio chatter]
Man: Miss Torres, I went to the Lightman Group
and hired Dr. Lightman.
All I got was you. Thanks for nothing.
Cop got shot?
No, the thieves dressed as a cop.
How many thieves?
Two.
Other one's dead.
Dr. Lightman, good of you to show up.
Always up for a party.
What, do you find this amusing?
You hired us to vet your staff and your security.
And right now you're hoping she messed up
so you can blame this on someone else.
Amusing. Laugh a minute.
But you leave her alone!
[Siren]
Hey, where are you going?
[Indistinct chatter]
At ease. I'm a doctor.
[Panting]
You in a lot of pain, are you?
What do you think?
What were you trying to steal from the museum?
And who for?
[Panting]
We got a man dying here.
Look around. What do you see?
I don't see anyone else dying.
You a doctor?
He's a witness.
A cop. You got some id?
So, are you just gonna let him die, huh?
No, I'm gonna call security.
That's what I'm going to do.
You know what I see?
I see a woman who's been in this game far too long,
who's lost the ability to serve.
Excuse me.
Right. She's gonna be back in a minute,
so make it snappy.
Who are you?
A fellow art lover.
I'm partial to a bit of Van Gogh.
All the arts, artifacts.
You know, something small you can slip in your pocket,
walk out of a museum with, you know, disguised as a cop.
I'll tell you this much.
The item is pre-sold.
The item?
Yeah. Yeah, the item. Sold to who?
That's--that's all I'm gonna say until I walk out of here.
Want to cut a deal against the people who hired you?
How many are there?
I guess I'm finally getting what I deserve, huh?
You hang in there.
What for?
Oh, don't be a wanker.
There must be someone, something--
[grunts]
[Labored breathing]
[Rapid beeping]
♪ Lie to Me 3x04 ♪ Double Blind Brand New Day by Ryan Star
♪ dream, send me a sign ♪
♪ turn back the clock ♪
♪ give me some time ♪
♪ I need to break out ♪
♪ and make a new name ♪
♪ let's open our eyes ♪
♪ to the brand-new day ♪
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PA: Dr. Torres dial 1182.
Dr. Torres, please dial 1182.
Hey, thought you could use some company.
Cal?
What'd you say?
Never mind. I can see you're busy.
With her legs or the case?
Both.
That obnoxious curator just hunted me down at the vending machine.
Sidney Carlton. Now, that's either a fake name,
or the man was born a ponce.
He was--he was screaming at me that this is my fault.
That I screwed up vetting his staff.
That the only reason the thieves were at the museum
was because someone there had leaked where the new art exhibit
was being stored and I missed it.
You're blocking the view, love.
You know the difference between...
A monarch butterfly and a viceroy, Torres?
No.
Well, look at her.
All right. Go on.
Off you go.
What about you?
Busy.
Magazine?
I'm good. Thanks.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Is this taken?
No.
You a patient or a visitor?
I have a friend in surgery.
Is that man bothering you?
Which man?
Oh, the one that was staring at you.
You mean you?
Oh, so you were ignoring me, then.
Are you hitting on me?
Wait, in this place?
It'd be a bit creepy, wouldn't it?
Is it a close friend?
In surgery?
Co-worker.
He doesn't have family,
so I thought--I thought I should be here.
More than just a co-worker, then.
Ok, how about you? Patient or visitor?
Visitor. But it's a long story.
Friend, relative?
I don't know want to burden you with my problems.
Suit yourself.
Right. Well, good-bye and nice to meet you.
Um, I didn't mean to be rude.
Please sit.
Lovers tiff?
Worse?
That bad, eh?
He didn't make it, did he?
I'm sorry.
We did our best.
There was too much internal bleeding.
Sorry.
Mr. Carlton, Ria Torres is very thorough.
And she doesn't work for you, she works for me.
Those thieves knew exactly where the new exhibit is being stored.
They were shot 6 feet from it.
Now, somebody at the museum tipped them off.
She interviewed everyone there.
Except you.
What, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?
What'd you find out?
I already told you,
the man died before Dr. Lightman could get much out of him.
Wait, not even what they were there to steal?
Well, my guess would be art.
The opening is this Friday.
A black tie gala fundraiser.
Now, I need to know there is no danger of a second attempt.
Hey.
I was just gonna check if you're ok.
This is my friend Gill.
Hi, Naomi.
Hi.
I was just leaving.
Call me if you need to.
I feel terrible for your loss.
I was gonna offer to buy you a cup of coffee.
What about your friend, co-worker?
Routine surgery. Nothing like what you're dealing with.
I've got a half hour.
Ok.
For the record, this isn't how we first met.
If anyone asks, we met online.
Someone's feeling better.
Can I ask how close a relative that was?
Well, it depends what you mean by close.
Is it possible, just a little bit,
that you're playing the grief card with me?
I resent that.
Is it working?
Naomi. Russel.
Cal Lightman.
Pleased to meet you, Cal.
Call me Lightman.
And pleased to meet me, that's an understatement, that is.
When I beat the other guy to the seat next to you,
you were relieved. Who was he?
Come on, I saw that look in your eyes.
What look?
Fear.
He's my ex-boyfriend. Jack.
What'd you do to him?
Nothing. Why?
'Cause he wants to hurt you.
How do you know?
And I don't think it's over nothing, love.
All right, well, next time he shows his face...
I want to know, all right?
Are you gonna clue me in?
In a fish tank! What?
Please, you weren't really sleeping.
I was in the middle of a rather unusual dream.
Was that woman in it?
What woman?
Interesting personality.
I have no doubt.
Tricky, though.
Not to be trusted,
but then, you know, I like them th way.
Know what I mean? Mmm.
Did you notice anything odd
about the janitor who was mopping up at the hospital?
Have we given up knocking?
This is important.
I've been doing some checking into the museum staff.
The museum repaints before every new exhibit,
and they always use the same guys.
No id tag. The janitor.
Really?
Is that what you're talking about?
No. My thing was more a feeling thing,
you know, but your thing's better.
Better?
Get your helmet on, Loker.
Never crossed your mind, Torres.
Temporary employees at the museum ever cross your mind?
What are you talking about?
Loker?
I found 2 painters who fixed the place up
before every exhibit.
The curator never mentioned that.
I called both men in.
Thank you, Loker.
Did you look up those 2 butterflies that I told you about?
The monarch and the viceroy. Did you look them up?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, they're nearly identical.
A predator can't tell the difference between them.
All he knows is one of them's toxic,
so he leaves them both alone.
So, do you get it, then?
Get what?
If someone like that ponce at the museum
takes a bit out of you, you make sure he regrets it.
Ok?
Well, off you trot, then.
The 2 painters Loker dragged in.
Sometime this year would be nice.
[Cell phone chimes]
Who's Naomi?
Torres: So, no work permit, Mr. Garcia?
[Speaking spanish]
I love this country.
If only they'd make you legal.
Is this about the robbery?
[Speaking spanish]
Nervous tick.
People from some latin cultures kiss their thumbs
and then flick them as a swearing gesture.
Like he swears he didn't do it.
Mr. Garcia, there's something else you're not telling me.
Kiss? That looks more like a bite.
[Speaking spanish]
Ok.
Ok, Mr. Garcia. Thank you for your time.
We're looking for thieves, not family men.
Open the door. I just want to talk to you.
Open the door! I just want to talk to you!
Come on, Naomi.
Is this how you treat me, huh?
Open the door! Hey!
First the hospital,
now you're parked up at her building.
What kind of a man are you, eh?
[Engine starts]
[Tires squeal]
[Sighs]
You got fabulous taste in men.
This is far from over, love.
Your ex has got government plates.
Immigration and Customs Enforcement.
Did you report him?
I don't know why I'm so cold.
So, you want to ask me out?
Can we go somewhere else?
Yeah, maybe you're right.
Maybe you are smarter than me.
You go to college?
Carnegie Mellon.
But you didn't graduate.
Didn't need to.
Because that would be beneath you.
I'm an artist.
You paint walls.
Einstein was a patent clerk.
Yeah.
I know what you mean.
I was a TSA screener.
No college.
Yeah.
You know why you're here?
To do with the attempted robbery last night.
Ask the curator why he keeps ordering town cars
and goes out to pay the guy in cash,
but never gets in the car.
The curator?
Sidney Carlton.
Hey, where's Lightman?
Um, not here.
You should try his office.
What?
What are you hiding?
He had me put a hidden camera
on those 2 painters in the lobby.
He wanted to see what they did when no one was watching.
You guys used me as a decoy?
He planted a catalogue of the upcoming museum exhibit
on the coffee table.
I thought he wanted you out of the lab.
Just watch, ok?
Because, like, you can't see what I can see.
See how he flips through the pages like he couldn't care less?
Like he's looking through an issue of "cat lover."
Ahem.
You're a cat lover?
And I had you down for a poodle.
But your other painter...
He's taking his time,
soaking up the images.
Yeah, you see that?
[Typing]
Turns to a specific page, then quickly moves on.
He's seen it before.
He doesn't need to see it again.
He's interested in something on that page.
And they're going to go back for it.
He's your inside man.
Still think I should be fired?
An Egyptian statue of Osiris and an emerald from India.
So what, in your opinion,
is the most important piece
in this new exhibit?
Well, the statue of Osiris without a doubt.
Why pay cash for a town car you never actually use?
What's the money for? Catnip?
You're divorced, you have a teenage daughter,
and you cook.
Well, call me Mr. right.
But enough about me.
What would I have found if you had invited me up to your place?
[Laughs] Aside from the bad housekeeping,
I'm about as vanilla as they come.
Want a bite?
That's the third time you've offered.
Maybe I wasn't talking about food.
Flirting while scared. That's unusual.
Is your ex still on your mind?
[Chuckles]
You know, this is kind of a drag.
I can't seem to hide anything from you.
You don't want.
You just don't know it yet.
This is like a therapy session in the middle of a police interrogation.
That's my idea of foreplay.
Well, when I'm getting to know a man,
I like to put my best foot forward.
You're not letting me.
You're not listening.
I'm all ears, I am. Trust me on that.
And eyes.
And the rest.
Don't call it foreplay if you don't mean it.
Ahem.
Way to make a girl feel special.
Oh, you don't need me to tell you you're special, love.
You already know it.
Mr. Carlton, do you have a drug problem?
But you have it under control.
So what the painter saw was you paying your dealing.
And you know he saw you,
which is why you failed to mention him
when I was screening your staff.
What's this got to do with the attempted robbery?
The thief, before he died,
said there was already a buy for something in the collection.
I bet that statue buys a whole lot of drugs.
Now wait a minute.
Even if I was a thief, I wouldn't steal from my own museum.
This exhibit is a game changer for me.
Now, focus on the real suspects,
not some recreational drug user.
He was telling the truth.
Except the recreational part.
Why am I here?
Well, I seem to remember coming to your rescue.
You barely know me.
That's the way I like it.
Relationships scare you.
Well, we all have our weaknesses, darling.
[Chuckles]
Tell me.
Scientifically--
yes.
You haven't heard the question yet.
Am I attracted to you?
Well?
All right, for you,
scientifically speaking,
your breathing's shallow,
your pupils are dilated.
You want me to carry on, do you?
I have a habit of jumping into things too quickly.
Well, if it's a gentleman you're after,
you're in the wrong house, love.
[Clatter]
[Crash]
[Dog barking]
Hold that thought.
Oh.
Bang.
Breaking and entering.
Another day, another dollar working for the government.
You don't know what you're dealing with.
Immigration and CEstoms enforcement.
ICE.
It's tough sounding.
Oh, yeah.
I've seen that look before.
On my ex-wife's face.
You really did a number on this one, darling.
He came here to use this.
You' crazy.
Easy, tiger.
What have you been saying about me?
Look at her face.
She's terrified of you.
What do you think she's been saying?
Get out.
I'm wondering what it is you're really after.
I'm wondering why the world's leading deception expert
can't see the world's biggest liar...
When she's right under his nose.
Anything to add?
When you said you were crazy for me,
was that the truth?
I have the habit of jumping into things
too quick.
[Computer beeps]
Try not to be so hard on yourself, Ria.
We can't see everything all the time.
Is Lightman giving you a hard time?
A retired cop,
who had never fired his weapon,
kills 2 men 'cause I dropped the ball.
It's my fault.
You get my message?
Uh-oh. The painter should be here
any second. Loker's waiting in the lobby.
We told him that you were interested in his art.
Right. Well, she's in the loo.
So, do your worst.
Were you two talking about me?
You're all we ever talk about. You know that.
Anything juicy?
Torres is upset. She thinks she messed up.
Well, as well she should be.
I told her you'd understand.
Good news. Oh?
My new bird is trying to play me.
How is that good news?
I'm still working on that part.
You're working on it. For both of us?
See? I told you it was good news.
Torres: Oh.
Hi. You're the woman from--
the woman from the hospital. Your boss is helping me out.
With what?
I'm sorry. That's confidential.
It's just--we share all information here,
like one big, happy family.
Even personal information.
[Water running] You said he was helping you out,
so I made the leap to it, being related to the work we do here.
It's kind of personal.
Well, that explains it.
It's just that he's been acting distracted.
Oh, no. That's a good thing.
[Cell phone rings] Oh.
Hey.
Well, she's into you. That part seems genuine.
That's not what I sent you in there for.
I didn't see anything.
Foster said that you want to make amends
'cause you screwed up at the museum.
My gut says that you're right. She's hiding something.
Oi.
Everyone screws up now and then, love.
This is al Larson, the painter from the Parker museum.
Painter, eh?
I paint the walls.
Proper artist, then. Yeah.
Loker, why don't you take mistress Naomi to my office?
I'll be along later.
With me, Pablo.
Al: I like to work in acrylics.
And I do limited edition prints.
And art theft.
Surely you don't want anyone else to get killed.
You're talented. How much?
You used my art to get me in here.
No, I'm serious.
Crime shouldn't pay, but this bloody well should.
You know what they say.
When life gives you lemons--
Chuck 'em at people.
That's what I do, anyway. This is what you do.
You don't kill people.
Who said I had anything to do with that? I did.
And you did, too.
And you're not proud of it, are you? This is what you're proud of.
I didn't know anyone would die.
What about Naomi?
Did she know, eh?
I know you know her.
I met Naomi with the 2 guys who were killed.
One of whom died at the hospital. She was there for him.
She didn't have anything to do with the heist.
She tell you that, did she?
The first mention of guns, she was out.
She doesn't work like that.
She knew the museum hired me.
That's how she works.
[Scoffs]
She got to you.
Didn't she?
Who mentioned guns?
All I know is, they had a thing.
And he's having a hard time letting go.
Is this what they were trying to steal?
Lightman: Probably both.
Rude not to, really.
Can I go now?
Nope.
There's only one way I don't call the cops.
[Indistinct chattering]
That's the guy from the hospital.
Lightman: Yep. That's Naomi's ex.
Naomi's part of the crew?
No. Her fear of him is so raw, it's real.
She's working against him. She's using me to take him out.
Mm-hmm. Before he shuts her up for good.
You got played.
Would that make you feel better about your mistake?
Mm-hmm. A little.
When one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, right,
lets me eyeball her, unchecked,
and then lets me hit on her, at will--
no, I never smelled a rat.
Call the cops on these two.
What about Naomi?
Oh, no, don't be daft.
I'm not even half done with her yet.
I had your ex arrested today.
Because of me?
Well, it turns out...
He's using his job at customs to move stolen art.
Stolen art?
Oh, bollocks. You knew. Be honest.
I knew he was up to something.
I know you're happy.
Heh. Can we call it relieved?
I was hoping...
You'd want to celebrate.
Now?
Would it be too old school if I asked for a date first?
Uh, wow.
Oh, really, no, relax.
I'm just the same as most of the wankers out there.
It's just that I'm tired of making the same mistake over and over again.
You know what I mean? Mm-hmm.
Parker Museum is having a posh do tomorrow night.
You up for it?
I don't have a dress.
Oh.
That suits me.
[Chuckling]
[Indistinct chattering] [Classical music playing]
Champagne at 12 o'clock.
Do you know much about Egyptian art there?
I know when something's beautiful.
And pricey.
Beauty and cost don't always go hand in hand.
[Clattering and glass breaking]
You know, I could never quite understand
what art saw in commerce.
You know, most artists will tell you that starving is overrated.
Well, I bet the bloke in India who made this
could use the 3 mill it's worth today.
That's just a rock.
Hi.
Naomi, you remember Torres.
Ria. Hi again.
Rental?
Stole it.
You know, I'll go nab those drinks.
Amongst other things.
You mean you want a sausage on a stick as well?
You like my butterfly?
Yeah. It's beautiful.
You know, at the hospital,
she went out of her way to avoid eye contact with the janitor.
She knew.
Right.
Keep an eye out for a man
in his late sixties with white hair.
Thank u.
Where's my drink?
Here. All yours.
Thank you very much.
You're staring.
It's just I don't want to let you out of my sight, darling.
I like that. [Chuckles]
If this is going to work out,
we have to allow each other some alone time.
Oh, we both know this isn't going to work out, love.
Well, then, before our romance ends,
can you grab us another glass of champagne?
Old white people all look alike.
You just figured that out?
[Indistinct chatter]
Wow.
If I didn't know better, I'd say you're surprised to see me.
No. I mean,
wow.
You scrub up well.
Thank you.
That was a good-bye kiss if ever I had one.
Another?
Have we met?
That's your best line?
Dance, Ginger?
There's no music.
Who needs music?
Have you been drinking?
Not enough.
[Thuds] Woman: Oh!
[Crowd murmuring]
It's the Congressman. Someone call an ambulance.
He's been drugged. He'll get over it.
[Alarm ringing]
The statue!
She got it. I don't believe it.
How is that possible?
It's not.
[Car door shuts]
[Panting]
Guess what's in my purse?
It's not green, and it's not a rock.
Tell me it's not about money.
This isn't about money.
Ok. Tell me that again.
Why?
'Cause with your face, it's hard for me to do what I usually do.
This isn't about money.
The emerald is from Kali's Temple in--
I read the catalog description, love.
Archaeologists smuggled it out of India in 1908.
It vanished, only to reappear in 1975 on the open market.
So he's taking it home, is he?
I know I lied to you.
Technically speaking.
You just scared of Jack, huh?
We were partners.
He got tired of the Robin Hood act.
Time to make a buck.
I split.
He couldn't take no for an answer.
'Cause of Jack,
my friends got killed.
When did you know?
Well, all I knew was,
that like most beautiful things,
you wanted to be seen.
I didn't want any other people to die.
You could have got rid of Jack another way.
[Chuckles]
Maybe I wanted to play
with the world's greatest deception expert.
Never crossed my mind
that you were a decoy.
You won.
Well done. I mean that.
I needed to get into the gala,
or the emerald never returns to India,
its rightful owner.
You want to have dinner?
A viceroy butterfly.
What does that mean?
FBI want to ask you some questions.
Oh, yeah?
Do you know where she is?
Long gone by now, I should think.
I gave her time to disappear.
I had to turn down...
Dinner.
It wasn't theirs to take.
They didn't get it.
What haven't you told me?
Well, I didn't actually...
Get to tell you how beautiful you looked last night.
You're so irritating.
They stole a fake.
A fake?
I had the curator switch out the real one.
Why?
Well, the real one's worth about...
[Exhales] 3 million-ish.
The fake cost just under 100.
No. I mean, why keep me in the dark about that?
It's cat and mouse, Gill,
not cats and mouse.
That's what you're calling this?
Tell me we're ok.
You know I've always had more trouble reading you than anyone else.
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