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Hmm. Your... identification.

Congratulations, you are once
again a consultant for the CBI.

Thank you.
What about Lisbon?

Agent Lisbon
remains on suspension

pending
departmental investigation

of her actions
in the Red John matter.

You'll be working with...

Ray Haffner from now on.
He's an excellent agent.

Top-flight team.

You're dumping her.

Not at all.

Uh, we're conducting a careful
and scrupulously fair review.

You're rehiring me
and you're firing Lisbon.

That's a little perverse,
don't you think?

No, see, you close cases.

Agent Lisbon
ran a covert operation

that led to the deaths
of two police officers

and one FBI agent.

There just has to be
some accountability there.

My operation.

That was my operation.

Well,
that's exactly the problem.

We expect better supervision
from our senior agents,

which is why Lisbon
is being investigated

and her team reassigned
to other posts.

Uh, Haffner and his team
already caught another case.

Here's the address.
You can hit the ground running.

No, I don't think so.

No? What--what do you mean?

Just what I said.

I'll get right on this.

Jane, right?

Yeah.

- Ray Haffner.
- Hi.

Hey, look, I'm--I'm hoping we
can just jump in and do the job.

- Sound good?
- Sure.

Great.

This is Patrick Jane.
Jane, this is Rick Tork.

- How are you?
- Hi.

- Anthony Niskin.
- Nice to meet you.

- Hi.
- And Ed Masterson.

- Hello. Hi.
- Yeah.

Absolutely.

The victim's name is
Markus Kuzmenko.

Got hit
with something pretty heavy

on the left side of his head.
No sign of the murder weapon.

May I?

Thank you.

Gardener found the body
when he, uh, came this morning.

Coroner says it happened
around 11:00 last night.

Haven't found any witnesses.

Jane?

Hmm?

Any thoughts?

Yeah.

"The years teach us patience.

The shorter our time,

the greater our capacity
for waiting."

That's pretty deep.
Is it Buddha?

Elizabeth Taylor.

This man's dead.
I'm all but certain of it.

What?

All right then.

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Thank you.

Mmm.

How's the arm?

Better. Yeah,
physical therapy's helping.

Good.

Tell me, uh,

what do you know about
this guy Ray Heffner?

You're back at work?

Yeah, you know,
just consulting.

Haffner. Uh...

- Word is he's tough, by the book.
- Mm-hmm.

I think he started out

in the FBI
organized crime division.

He had a couple
of high-profile busts

using wiretaps and creative
surveillance techniques.

Surveillance, huh?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Why do you wanna know?

Eh, just curious.

Oh.

- Can I take this?
- You're leaving?

Yeah, new case. I, uh,
I gotta man the phones,

hit the sidewalk.
You know how it is.

Yeah, I know.
Thanks for coming by.

Pleasure.

Yeah.

Just so you know, Jane,
I'm okay.

About?

Losing my job.

I'm not gonna say
that I like it,

but we got Red John.
It was worth it.

Don't be silly.
"A," you haven't lost your job.

The hearing's a formality.

And "B,"
we didn't get Red John.

Timothy Carter told you
he was Red John.

He lied. Carter must have known
him because he told me things

that only the killer of my wife
and daughter could know.

But he's not the man.
That man is still out there.

Jane.

Someone told
that security guard

to take Carter's gun and phone,
then killed him.

Who would do that
besides Red John?

Ergo, Timothy Carter is
not Red John.

Carter had to have known
there was a possibility

you'd kill him.
You always said you would.

- Ye--
- So maybe he asked a guard

to take the gun
and the cell phone if you did.

Why?

To mess with your head,
and it's working.

You're looking for a man
you already killed.

Uh, Carter's wife is in custody.
She said anything?

Nothing.

When she does talk, you know
what she's gonna tell you?

That you shot
and killed Red John.

Good for you.

No.

Thanks for the tea.

What do you mean?

Uh, lovely to see you.

Keep working that bum wing.

Keys, change, anything metal.

Thank you.

Thanks.

- Jane.
- New assignment?

Just temporary.
Security's shorthanded.

At least that's
what they tell me.

Cho got a call this morning. Not
sure we're they're putting him.

Grace is still waiting to hear.
At least we still have jobs.

You, uh, talked to Lisbon?

Uh, yes. We're gonna have a...

a little
secret meeting later.

Tell Cho and Van Pelt.

Secret meeting? About what?

I'll tell you then.

Keys.

Hey, Tork, you're still
20 short on Tuesday's dinner.

Man up, my brother.

Yeah.

Hey, Jane, I heard
you used to be in the circus.

Is that right?

Um, not exactly.

I like your shoes.

Yeah.

Hey.

I doubt Niskin meant anything,
by the way.

What do you mean?

"You're short." "Man up."

I don't think
he was referring to...

No.

I mean...

No.

What have we got on the victim?

Kuzmenko was a naturalized
citizen originally from Estonia.

He was a swimmer on
the Estonian national swim team,

came over to the U.S. 2002,
no family here.

Tork, stop playing
with that little damn ball.

Man, you're driving me crazy.

He, uh, worked
as a personal trainer

at a gym near the capitol
called work-it.

Got his picture
off their web site.

I know that gym.
A lot of bigwigs work out there.

Hey. Jane.

Your thing's reading people.
What's this guy say to you?

I'd guess he was a narcissist

and a serial seducer.

How do you get that?

A jock with manicured nails,

too much cologne,
too tight of pants,

and he drives
a 20-year-old muscle car.

Okay.
We'll see if that's useful.

Uh, Masterson, you and Tork--

you cover
Kuzmenko's neighborhood.

Niskin, you run his phone
and e-mails.

I'll talk to the people
at the gym.

I'll go with you.

Sure. You can come.

Agent Haffner,
you asked to see me?

Yeah, Cho, let's talk in
my office. Meet you at the gym.

Sit down.

I saw your old team member
downstairs--Rigsby?

That's tough.

I guess.

I know your reputation, Cho.
I read your file.

You're a good cop,

but this Red John thing
really pissed Bertram off.

Puts you in a bad spot.

What do you think of Jane?

What do you mean?

You trust him?

Depends.

Think he's smarter than you?

Yes.

Think he's smarter than me?

Yes.

You're probably right.

I read Jane's file.
I know what's gonna happen.

He's gonna go
behind my back...

lie to me,
run a scam on me, right?

Pretty much.

He's also gonna close cases.

I get that, too.
I can work with Jane.

I just need some help,

someone who knows him,

someone who can telle
what's going on,

warn me
when something's coming.

Now I'm not talking about
betraying a confidence.

I just want to be kept
in the loop.

What's the difference?

Well, the difference is,
you help me,

you can sit at your desk
and work cases.

You don't, you're downstairs

working the lobby
with your pal Rigsby.

Where do you want to be?

Here.

Glad to hear it.

Here's the case file.

Good to have you aboard,
Cho.

Oh. Just admiring your son.
He as tall as you?

No, no.
He's just 9 years old.

Right. So, what, he's
about, uh, Tork's size?

No, man.
No, Tork's not that short.

No, my little man's probably
about, like, right here.

Hey.

Was Niskin just talking
about me?

Yeah, I-I gotta make
an important phone call.

Son of a bitch.

Hi. I need some help
locating a special item.

Gym's owner is
Jocelyn Chapin.

You don't mind,
I'll take lead.

Lead. Sure.

Good.

Ms. Chapin?

Ms. Chapin, hi.
Agent Ray Haffner, CBI.

This is Patrick Jane.
He's a consultant.

Hi.

I can't believe
what happened.

I understand. How long
had Kuzmenko worked here?

Uh, almost nine years.

He, uh, he started here
right when he got to the U.S.

- He get along with people?
- Oh, yeah, everybody.

Markus was
a real people person,

just charming.

You couldn't really say no
to him.

So was he having
any troubles recently or...

Not that I know of. Uh...

Um...

Mike.

- Yeah?
- This--this is Mike Villanueva.

He and Markus were friends.
These are, uh, agents from CBI.

Oh. Oh, it's crazy, huh?

Yeah, we're all
pretty racked up here.

Yeah.

Did Markus mention
any other difficulties

that he was having--
money, other issues?

No. No, he was doing great.

Ooh. Feeling that.
Yeah.

We boring you, Jane?

Nope.
Not at all.

Sorry.

I thought
you were taking lead on this.

How many clients
was Kuzmenko sleeping with?

Excuse me?

You said
he was a charming fellow,

good looker.

He must have had his pick
of the bunch.

I, uh, I gotta get back
to my client now.

I have a firm policy
against that.

Doesn't answer the question.

Listen,
a lot of prominent people

come here, all right?

Politicians,
politicians' wives,

and frankly, they expect
some discretion.

Yeah, we don't really care.
Answer his question.

Yeah, I-I heard rumors about
Markus and some of his clients.

If they were true,
then I would've had to fire him,

and I didn't want to do that.

Markus was the most successful
trainer that we had,

so I-I didn't ask.

I don't have any names.

Except your own.

Yeah.

Yeah, a long time ago,
very, very briefly,

Markus and I had a thing.

A thing?

Nothing serious.

We were friends.

Oh. Okay.

I'm gonna need the names
of all of Kuzmenko's clients.

Hi.

Lovely rings you have.

Thanks.

Expensive, I expect.

Your husband must be
very generous.

Yeah. Do you mind?

Just, uh, one more thing.

Markus Kuzmenko--

more of a gentle lover
or a brute?

You okay?

Man down!

Your Mr. Jane--
how did he know?

Your eyes were puffy.
He could tell you'd been crying.

Does my husbd have
to find out about this?

Depends on what you say.

It happened
a few months back.

Markus was coming
by my house once a week

he was so funny
and charming,

with a faintly...
wicked quality.

Amoral,
you know what I mean?

Unaware of moral precepts,

as opposed
to being purposely bad.

It can be
a very attractive quality.

My husband's not like that.

Amoral, I mean.

Markus never hit on me.

I think I seduced him.

How long did
the relationship last?

Twice.

Markus wasn't
a relationship.

Yeah, if it was a just a fling
a couple months back,

why were you crying
this morning?

He's dead.

It's sad.

Your phone records show
Markus called you last week.

You sure
the relationship was over?

Um...

Markus said that
he had a business venture

he wanted to talk
to my husband and me

about investing in.

It didn't even
occur to him that

that would be
an awkward conversation.

What was the business?

I don't know.

I told him
we couldn't discuss it.

So what about my husband?

There's a pretty good chance
we won't need to talk to him.

I'd hate for him
to have to find out,

although a little bit,
I wish he would.

Should we keep an eye on her?

She seemed
pretty sincere to me.

Eh, she's
a timid suburban adulteress.

The only thing
she's killed lately is

a bottle of Chardonnay.

Niskin!
You think this is funny?!

What do you mean?

I just found these
on my desk with a note.

"Tork, try these lifts."

That funny to you?

I got nothing
to do with that, man.

Just 'cause I wear lifts,
you think I'm a joke?

I don't know
about your lifts,

but, yes, these are
real funny, man.

Aah!

Help!

My money's on the little guy!

I was engaged
to this guy--Craig.

You know, he seemed like
a good person.

We were happy.

Then I found out
that he was an assassin

for a serial killer
named Red John,

and he tried to... kill me

and some other people, so...

I had to shoot him.

Tell me, how it does it feel
telling that,

recounting it?

Not good. Pretty bad.

Can you elaborate?

Can I ask, how long does
this therapy usually last?

It depends.
There's no set calendar.

I'm sensing hesitation
on your part.

I guess...

I just don't believe
that this will really work,

talking about it.

What's the point?

Grace, somebody you trusted
and loved betrayed you--

betrayed you so badly,
you had to take his life.

That needs to be
talked about.

It could've been worse.

I could've married him.

No phone calls during session.
That's a rule.

It's work.
I gotta take this.

Sorry.

Van Pelt.

I can be there
in 15 minutes.

Who should I report to?

Since agent Tork has been
removed from active duty,

I assumed you'd want
to replace him.

Was I incorrect?

Agent?

No, you were not.

We could, uh, definitely use
another set of hands.

Get inside.
We'll put you to work.

Thank you, sir.

All right.

Everything all right, agent?

Oh, yeah. Excuse me.

That was a nice little game
you ran on Tork.

Meh. Tork.

He was angry with everybody
taller than him.

Certain to burst eventually.

You wanted my attention.

You got my attention.

But if you try to run
another game on me

or my people,
we're gonna have a problem.

You know that Babe Ruth
wore a cabbage leaf

under his cap
to keep himself cool?

Changed it
every other inning.

- Agent?
- Yeah.

The night before the murder,
a woman walking her dog

called in a suspicious man
sitting in a car

near Kuzmenko's house. Said he'd
been there a couple hours.

She get the plate?

Belongs to Mike Villanueva.

Mike, when we talked,
you didn't mention visiting

your buddy Markus' house
right before he got killed.

I didn't wanna talk about it
in front of my boss, that's all.

Why are you worried
about your boss?

Business is down at the gym.

Jocelyn's on us
to bring in new clients.

Anyone who loses clients
is in trouble.

And you're losing clients.

No.
No, I'm not.

Was Markus stealing
your clients?

Yeah. Basically.

Look, Markus got the looks
and the talk,

so people wanna work
with him.

He doesn't push them
like I do.

I work 'em hard.

And you know what I get?

Five clients signing up
with Markus in a month.

Right, so you went to
Markus' house to confront him.

And I wanted to have it out
with him.

What happened?

Nothing. He apologized.
Said that he took the clients

'cause he needed the cash.

But he'd just gotten
a lot of money,

said he didn't need
the extra clients anymore.

And then we went into his house,
and we got wasted.

And that's Markus, man.

Went there to punch him out,
ended up partying.

What'd he need the money for?

He wouldn't tell me.

Said that nobody at the gym
could know.

Where'd he get the cash?

He wouldn't tell me.

But, uh...

I got a feeling...

from the way he talked...

it wasn't anyplace good.

The question is, what did
Kuzmenko need money for?

And who did he get it from?

- That's two questions.
- Excuse me?

Two questions.

Kuzmenko's boss at the gym,
Jocelyn Chapin,

sent over a list of his clients.

There are some pretty
high-powered people on it--

state senator, assemblyman,

people who work
for the governor.

It's just the names
that I recognized.

There's a lot of women here.

You gotta think
some of them would pay

to keep an affair
with Kuzmenko quiet.

You think Kuzmenko slept
with one of these women

then blackmailed her.

Maybe.
What do you think, Jane?

Meh...

Well, I wanna pursue it,

and look for this money
that Kuzmenko got.

If it's not
in his bank account,

look for other accounts,
safety deposit boxes,

- things like that.
- Okay.

Cho, you and me, we're gonna
work through this list,

starting with
his most recent clients,

try to identify
who he was sleeping with.

Where are you going?

Uh, I thought I'd just go
over to Kuzmenko's house,

take a little look around.

Why?

It's what I do.

Not alone.

Masterson, go with him.

Okay.

- Keep an eye on him.
- Yep.

Okeydokey.

So what are you
looking for?

Whatever's here to see.

We already went
through the house.

We didn't find anything.

I'm sure you didn't.

Pretty dull, yeah?

You know, if you wanna go get
a coffee, I won't tell Heffner.

Yeah, I'm gonna go do that.

Suit yourself.

Some more just tottering around.

Mm.

See, me...

I like to take a break
now and then.

A moment to, uh,
rest and relax.

Take it easy.

Close the eyes...

and shut out the day.

Rest...

and relax.

Try not to see anything...

or hear anything.

Let time stop.

Rest...

and relax.

What happened?

Huh? Nothing.

You did something to me,
didn't you?

Huh?

You hypnotized me.

That's absurd.

You know that only weak-minded
and easily manipulated people

can be hypnotized.

Yeah, we're leaving.

I'm not finished.

Yes, you are.

Okay.

Hello?

- Laroche.
- Yes.

Hi. It's Lisbon.
I wanted to ask a favor.

It's about Sally Carter.

Sir?

I'm busy, agent.

Sorry,
but there's nothing unusual

in Kuzmenko's checking
or savings accounts.

I did find something else,
though.

What?

A couple days
before he was killed,

Kuzmenko made four phone calls
to an Oleg Mostovoi.

He's not with the gym,

and it's the only time
Kuzmenko made the calls.

It's right before
Kuzmenko started saying

he had a lot of cash.

Maybe Mostovoi had
something to do with it.

Yeah,
or maybe he's a friend.

You wanna find the money,
track the money.

Find that, and then we can
talk about Mustavoi,

Muscavoi,
whatever his name is.

Van Pelt.

Grace,
time for the secret meeting.

I'll be right there.

The way I see it,
we got one shot

at saving Lisbon's job.

You think we can?

All we have to do is solve
the murder without Haffner.

Then we take the murderer
to Bertram,

use our success as leverage
to get Lisbon back.

That's not gonna work.

- Come on. When have I steered you wrong?
- Recently?

How do we solve the murder
without Haffner?

We catch the killer
before he does.

Kuzmenko was an athlete.

He was
a compulsive record keeper.

No doubt that included
very detailed records

of his sexual partners,
probably with a rating system.

You have to get into the house,
and you have to find

that list of lovers.

It's probably
in an address book, a calendar,

- or a journal.
- I don't like it.

It's insubordination.
We're already on the edge here.

It's for the boss.

This goes wrong, we're out.

They're not gonna give us
another chance.

I don't care. I'm in.

Me, too.

Okay.

That's the spirit.

You wanted to know
if Jane is doing anything.

Take a seat.

Thank you for doing this.

I don't mind, Teresa.

Bertram has treated you poorly.

Not that he solicits
my opinion on such matters.

Why do you wanna talk
to Sally Carter?

I wanna ask her some questions
about Red John.

Hmm.

She hasn't spoken since
her arrest, not to anyone,

so set your expectations
accordingly.

Just so you know, um...

I am leaving
the Major Crimes unit,

returning
to professional services.

Was always
a temporary assignment.

Well, good luck to you.

Thank you.

It was... interesting
working with you and... Jane.

I think that's the polite word
for what it was, but thanks.

Open it up.

Mrs. Carter.

Mrs. Carter.

Get a medical team here!

Medical team to cell 117.

All prisoners,
return to your cells.

How?

She got hold of a spoon,

sharpened the shaft,
slit her wrists and throat.

What are you doing here?

I came to ask her
if her husband was Red John,

because you need convincing.

Nice try.

Turns out I didn't need to ask.
She left a note.

"My life began the day I met

the lord and master
of my heart, Red John.

Now that he is dead,
all is shadows and silence."

She goes on.

Yeah, it's a bit purple.
Let me see.

See?

You did it.

You killed Red John.

Jane...

Shh! I'm reading.

So how was the therapist?

You know,
talking about what happened

just makes me feel worse.

I don't think I'm gonna
see her anymore.

Grace, you have to go
to counseling. The job says so.

It could be
a spiritual adviser.

You know, my godfather's
a Presbyterian minister.

He'll sign the forms for me.

You think
that's a good idea?

Yeah, I do.

I got this.

Agents?

Looking for this?

So I found this hidden
in Kuzmenko's bedroom.

14 of his clients are named
in it, with sexual details

and some kind of
coded rating system.

So there's
a really good chance

that one of these women
killed him.

But you weren't gonna
tell me that, were you?

Probably not. No.

Right.

You wanted to solve this one
yourself.

Oh... that was the plan.

Did you really think
that was gonna happen?

Like I wasn't watching you
every minute?

Jane, I would have
worked with you

if you'd given me
the chance.

I'm taking this to Bertram.
Get out.

He go for it?

Oh, did he.
Time to break the news.

Let me get this straight.

Haffner has the address book,
but it's a fake?

Fake as a $3 bill.

And then how did he find it
in Kuzmenko's house?

Well, I copied

the names from the list
of Kuzmenko's clients.

Then I put the book where
Haffner would find it.

Then I told Haffner that
Jane thought the address book

was at the house,
so he went to the house.

- Why?
- Haffner's all about surveillance.

I knew he'd be following us.

I had to do something
to throw him off the scent.

Now we can solve the case

without Haffner
looking over our shoulders.

No. No, no.

- Don't be hasty.
- I will deal with you in a minute.

When Bertram finds out
about this,

- he'll have a coronary.
- We knew there was a risk.

Which is why you shouldn't
have done it.

Go to Haffner and apologize.

Tell him
it was all Jane's fault.

Oh, well,
that hardly seems fair.

Maybe you can convince him
to give you another chance.

It's not gonna happen.

She's right.

Oh, God. Why are you doing this?

You were okay. All you had to do
was keep your heads down.

We wanna work for you.

Let me talk to Jane alone.

I could kill
you with my bare hands.

Well,
it's not the first time.

Come on.
You don't have a choice.

You do nothing,
they get fired.

You work with me,
they keep their jobs.

And you might even
get yours back.

All right,
but it's just you and me.

- They don't do anything else.
- Okay.

What's the plan?

Plan is we catch the killer.

Kind of obvious.

Jocelyn Chapin.
Patrick Jane.

We're on the verge
of catching the killer,

but we're gonna need your help
to pin him down.

Get a pen and paper.
There's some people

I need you to get
to your gym.

Oh. We're gonna need some of
that...

the--the glow-y spray stuff
the crime scene guys use.

Glow-y spray stuff?

Yes. Yeah, the glow-y
spray stuff. It's vital.

Got a pen?

We appreciate your help.

Think this will work?

Oh, about 68.2% sure.

Can I have everybody's
attention, please?

Yes, everybody, you--
those with the, uh, ear things.

Uh, yes, could you-- thank you.
Sir.

You as well. Yeah. Thank you.

This won't hurt a bit.
My name is Patrick Jane.

This is Teresa Lisbon.

We're investigating the death
of Markus Kuzmenko.

His killer is somewhere
in this room right now.

Kuzmenko was struck in the head
with a heavy object,

and we believe it was
one of those weights

from this gym, so we're gonna
test them with a spray

that can detect
trace elements

of blood on a surface
by glowing,

even after it's been cleaned.

We find the weight,
we find our murderer.

So if you could all sit tight,
be patient,

the killer will soon
be revealed. Thank you.

- Excuse me.
- Yes.

- Hi. I'm an attorney.
- Oh.

Even if you do find blood
on one of those weights,

there's no way to connect it
to anyone in this room.

- Ah, fingerprints, my friend.
- Fingerprints?

My fingerprints are
on lots of those weights.

That doesn't mean I used them
to kill anybody.

You make an interesting point.
Okay. Hypothetical.

What if I hid the weight
in my car?

Or my office? My house?

Would that prove
that I was the killer?

I-if you found the murder weapon
in my car, yeah.

- Is it in your car?
- No.

No, I knew it wasn't
in your car,

because it's in her car.

Right, Jocelyn?

What?

The weight you used
to kill Markus--

you hid it in your car

when we told you we were
coming over, didn't you?

No.

Oh, please. You practically
jumped out of your skin

at the mention of "car."

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

Okay. There's only one way
we can settle this.

Shall we?

What's this?

It's a kettlebell.

I keep it in my trunk
for visits to clients' houses.

Can you explain why
it has blood on it?

Ms. Chapin, I just spoke
to a man named Oleg Mostovoi.

He's a loan shark.

He said a few days
before the murder,

he loaned Kuzmenko $75,000

and that Kuzmenko said he needed
the money to start his own gym.

Is that why you killed him--
he was gonna compete with you?

You know,
I heard from a realtor

that Markus was looking
at gym spaces.

My gym isn't doing so well
anymore,

so if he would--would have left
and... taken his clients,

I wouldn't have been able
to stay open.

You confronted him.

I begged him to stay.

And it's embarrassing.
I...

I said
that he shouldn't leave

because of what
we meant to each other.

And he just looked at me

like he had no idea
what I was talking about.

And he had just forgotten.

I suppose there had been
that many girls since.

Oh, and then
he remembered later,

and he was charming,
of course, but...

I just... I just couldn't
help remember that look.

Like I'd been deleted.

And so I went to his house
and I waited for him.

Ohh!

You know, I-I don't know why
I did it.

I...

I've been on this
super strict diet,

and it messes
with your blood sugar.

M-maybe that's it.

Ray, you told me that
this book contained the names

of many politically
prominent women

who were carrying on affairs
with the victim in your case

and that your killer was
likely one of these women.

Yeah, which is
a PR nightmare.

Right? So I called
the leadership

of both parties to warn them

that we--we might have
to act on this

because the one thing
they hate more than bad news

is being surprised by it.

But then... lo and behold,

I find out that--

that the names in here
are forged.

There's no scandal.

No, the book didn't even
belong to the victim.

It's yours, I assume.

Uh, yeah, if I could.
Uh, thank you.

I hate raising false alarms.
It makes me feel so foolish,

which I suppose
was the point.

- Well, maybe just a little.
- Okay, if I may say, sir--

no, you may not.

Now, Ray, I-I thought that
you could handle Jane.

Well, we all make mistakes.

But we'll find something else
for you to do. Don't worry.

Now... I have a problem.

Because, uh, our urgent need
for your skills

is precisely balanced
by my desire to fire you

before you destroy
the bureau

or my career...

or both.

I understand.

Mm. You're in a tough spot.

You know who's always, uh,
been a very, uh,

healthy moderating influence
on me?

Yeah. Of course.

Lisbon.

I'm sorry.

Not possible.

Well, then...

you will continue
to have a problem.

Hey.

Hey yourself.
You settling back in?

Almost.

Yeah.

How'd you do it--
get Bertram to come around?

Oh, wasn't so hard.

Rational discussion
between two reasonable men.

Rational discussion.
I bet.

Mm-hmm.

But, uh... by all means.
Go ahead.

I'm sorry?

Say it.
I won't get embarrassed.

Say what?

Oh. You mean say "thank you"?

Oh, you're welcome.
Was it so hard?

The thing is, not dealing
with you every day

has been very restful
for me.

My back pain's gone.

I sleep really well,
so I'm actually not so sure

I'm grateful to be back.

You're a terrible liar.

No offense. Good, honest
people--always bad liars.

Which makes you what?

Jane? Security just called.

They've got someone
waiting for you downstairs.

Name's Rosalind Harker.

- Thanks, Grace.
- No problem.

Rosalind Harker? The woman
that lived with Red John

three or four years ago?

Ah, they didn't actually
live together.

Uh, he was more
the gentleman caller.

- What are you seeing her for?
- Great to have you back, Lisbon. Just great.

What are you doing, Jane?

Thanks for agreeing to this,
Rosalind.

I wasn't busy.
Besides, it sounded urgent.

It is, in a way.
Are you still playing piano?

Not really. I'm tired
of playing for myself.

I think I need an audience.

Okay, it's just here,

and through a doorway
to your right.

Something the matter?

Just a chill.

Let's go.

Okay.

No one claimed the body?

That's so sad.

You'd think they'd have
done something with it.

There must be a waiting period
or something.

Yeah, something like that.

You understand...

he never called himself
"Red John" to me.

The man I knew was
Roy Tagliaferro.

Roy and Red John
are the same person.

I'm sure of it.

Is this him?

I never met this man.

I have no idea who he is.

Thank you.

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