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Well, my pleasure.

I'm gonna let you think about it.

- We can take a break, if you'd like. - No, no. Let's just get through it.

I've heard the stories since I was a kid, but nobody believes them.

My cousin had told me about the equipment Beckworth had built in.

Ma'am, we find out you're lying, you become suspect number one.

I'm shutting this down. Everybody out. Cho, secure the place and set the alarm.

So somebody was trying to scare Foster. Why?

Strange sightings? Unusual noises? Apparitions?

But about a week after we closed, she just blew up.

You were grateful when he purchased it. What changed your mind?

Do not ask about ghosts.

Was it all just for the money?

It means we're wasting our time.

That, and suicides usually open the window before they jump.

All you need is a sheet of glass that slides out of the wall.

The dead, I mean.

It's an old conjurer's trick. A simple optical illusion.

Grace, I love you. I've loved you from the first moment I met you.

What does it say?

Break it up. He said break it up.

- Alternate. - Yes, that's better. I'll go first.

Off and on for about three weeks, since we closed on it.

Have Rigsby and Van Pelt set up on the mansion tonight.

- He's got something in his hand. - Jane, gloves.

Unless you stop me, I'm gonna kiss you now.

I haven't handled many homicides. None, in fact.

Hey. Get her off of me.

Screw the rules. Screw the CBI. I need you.

I didn't kill anybody. I never saw Foster, and I never went into his house.

Didn't come through the front door.