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Body's inside.

Victim's name is
Gabriel Meadows.

Somebody hit him in the back of
the head with a blunt object.

Cleaning crew found
him around 1:00 am.

Any witnesses?

Local boys talked to a
co-worker, Dave Bisping,

who saw him here at
10:00 last night.

Rigsby's meeting him at CBI.

What about the murder weapon?

Nothing inside. Maybe
the killer dropped it nearby.

Get a group of people together.
Search the area.

Trash duty.

Is there a problem?

No. Nothing.

All right.
When Cho shows up, grab him.

Spread the pain around.

All right.

Morning, Lisbon.

Is it morning yet?

Not quite.

Any prints?

None. But it looks like
someone wiped up.

Some of the blood is smears,
not spatter.

Was anything missing?

Looks like
his laptop was taken,

but whoever took it
was in a hurry.

They left his cell phone
and wallet.

Interesting, yes?

Because the murder and the
theft seem hurried, impulsive.

But the cleanup--
methodical and careful.

Almost as if it was carried
out by two different people.

You think somebody else
cleaned up after he was killed?

Why would
somebody do that?

Excellent question.

"Anti-Cult Activist Network."

I've heard of them.
They expose fake religions,

rescue cult members,
stuff like that?

Meadows specialized
in one in particular.

Visualize. Wait,

that's the cult that Bret Stiles runs.
- You got it.

Great. Great. We get to deal
with those wackos again.

Uncharitable?
What do you mean?

Well, I always knew
that you were, uh,

closed-minded about Visualize,

but I never thought
you were actually bigoted.

I'm not bigoted.

Well, of course
you would think that,

because your preconceptions
blind you.

Use your eyes. Your eyes
are the gateway to truth.

I actually have no idea
what you're talking about.

I know you don't,
but he does.

Hi.

Excuse me?

You're a member of Visualize.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

"Your eyes are the
gateway to truth"--

Visualize dogma.

You're the only one that
recognized it.

Look, uh, I don't know
what you're after.

I'm just trying
to do my job.

Well, let me explain.

A critic of Visualize
was killed here this evening,

and a member shows
up at the scene.

That can't be an accident.

You're the one
that cleared all this up.

Well, that's crazy.

I don't think it's crazy.

What's your name?

Downs.

Were you involved in this,
Officer Downs?

No. No.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

You're gonna have to
come with us.

We're gonna have to
search your car.

- Stop him! Somebody stop him!
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Let me go!
This is religious persecution!

Pre-member bigot!

Sticks and stones
may break my bones...

but names will never hurt me.

♪ The Mentalist 4x16 ♪
His Thoughts Were Red Thought
Original Air Date on February 23, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

We're testing your
uniform for blood,

and we found this
in the trunk of your squad car.

Your watch commander vouched
for your whereabouts

at the time of the murder.

We know you didn't
kill Meadows,

but you did clean up
the crime scene,

making it very difficult
for us to find the killer.

Why would you do that?

Hello?

Mr. Bisping, you set up
A-CAN with Meadows, right?

Yeah.

How'd he get into
the anti-cult business?

Uh, Gabe was born
into Visualize.

When his parents
died five years ago,

he sort of woke up.
Um...

his younger sister
is still in Visualize.

Everything he did
was about getting her out.

All it did
was get him killed.

Visualize has a lot of enemies.
Why would they target Gabe?

To shut him up.

Gabe was a fierce researcher.

He broke a lot of embarrassing
stories about Visualize

for our web site.

He was hitting
the inner circle hard.

The inner circle?

They help Stiles
run Visualize.

It--it's sort of
his College of Cardinals.

What was Gabe working on
before he died?

Murder.

From the early days of
Visualize back in the '70s.

Gabe thought Stiles
killed a rival of his

to consolidate his power.

He dig up any evidence?

He told me last
week he was close.

Now he's dead.

What do you think?

How's the spy?

He hasn't moved since
we brought him in.

It's creepy.

Well, it's not surprising.

He's a member
of a brainwashing cult.

The thought of a clean mind

is terribly frightening
to you,

isn't it, Patrick?

Bret Stiles.

The brainwasher-in-chief.

Ah, Agent Lisbon,
it's been far too long.

Why are you here,
Mr. Stiles?

I'm the spiritual advisor
of a man that you've imprisoned,

and I was told
that Patrick here

tricked him into revealing that
he was a member of my church,

which, of course,
is not a crime.

He tampered with evidence.
That is a crime.

Well... if you let me
talk to him, Agent Lisbon,

I'm sure
we can clear all this up.

Uh, what's going on, Bret?

- Hmm?
- They're not Visualize members.

They're professional muscle.

You don't trust your own people
to protect you?

What are you scared of?

Well, I wouldn't want you
to mistake me for Red John

and shoot me.

Look at me.

Tell them everything.

I heard a report of the body
over my radio.

Got to the office
before the first responders.

Wiped the surfaces
for fingerprints,

wiped up some blood, too.

Why?

Meadows was an ex-member.

A non-person.

Whoever killed him was
doing Visualize a service.

You were duty-bound to help
clean up the evidence,

weren't you?

No. I did it
of my own initiative.

You know, as a rule, we hope

to welcome back ex-members
into the fold.

We certainly don't want to aid
their assassins.

What about the missing laptop?
Did you take that?

No. The computer was already
gone when I got there.

Hmm. That's the truth.

All right.
Take him to booking.

Well, I've done
my good deed for the day.

If there's nothing else,
I'll be getting along.

Just have a few more questions.

Well, uh, could we
do it on the walk?

Uh, I've gotta get back
to running my religion.

Yes, your flock
won't fleece itself.

Mr. Stiles, where were you last
night between 10:00 and 1:00?

What, uh, during the murder?
Let me see.

I was at Casper's Bistro.

Had the roasted turbot.
It was a little dry.

We'll check. I'm also
gonna have Agent Rigsby

get in contact with your people

to see what your schedule
was yesterday.

Of course.

Uh, I have one last question.

You did this
for a lowly drone.

Why is that?

Every man in Visualize
is like a son to me.

Every woman
is my daughter.

Ooh. How are those demons
of yours coming on, Patrick?

They're still chasing you,
are they?

I'm chasing them.

Are you?

Seriously, I haven't had
hot water in three days.

My landlord's being a total jerk
and won't fix it.

You should buy.

So I can deal with a bank
instead of a landlord?

Big step up.

Excuse me, agents?
We found something.

You should take a look.

They were stuffed
inside this old TV.

We almost missed 'em.

Ooh, a lot of blood here.

Yeah, that suit
looks handmade.

If the tailor's local, maybe
we can ID the owner.

"Gerard's on Sutter."

That's in San Fran,
isn't it?

Yeah.

What are you reading?

"Visualize Self"?

You thinking about converting?

Yeah, just brushing up.

Well, Stiles might have to write
his next book from jail.

His alibi didn't hold up.

He left the restaurant
at 10:30.

- Well, that's not like him.
- To lie?

No, to do it so poorly.

Van Pelt and Cho called in.

Tailor identified the clothes.
They belong to Bret Stiles.

All right.
We're dealing with the head

of a multi-national cult--
a 900-pound gorilla.

We need to proceed
carefully and slowly.

Put together a timeline
of the day of the murder.

I wanna know where he was
every minute.

You got it.

We should pay Bret a visit.

Not until we have
an airtight case.

Where's the fun in that?

Let's get a stick and go
and poke this 900-pound gorilla,

see what happens.

Mr. Stiles.

Oh, Patrick. Agent Lisbon.
How nice of you to join us.

This is Cal Leben
and Jason Cooper,

two of
my most loyal lieutenants.

Your alibi for the Meadows
killing didn't hold up.

You left that restaurant
hours earlier

than you told me you did.

Really? I must have been
mistaken. I'm sorry.

And, uh, we found bloody
clothes in a dumpster

near the crime scene--

bloody clothes
that belong to you.

Listen, I give clothes away
all the time

to Visualize charities.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

Would you excuse me?

Rigsby, what's up?

What's going on, Bret?

Beg your pardon?

You know
this doesn't look good,

yet you're not asking
the questions that you should.

Huh?

Why is it
that you're not worried?

What does Bret Stiles
have to be worried about?

Well, he's about to get
arrested for murder.

Bret, what's he talking about?

Let it go.

Do you recognize this?

Well, let me see. Ooh.

Well, I suppose it could
be me giving a speech.

Aha.
I give lots of speeches.

It was taken yesterday,
and you're wearing

the shirt and tie
we found covered in blood.

Bret Stiles, you're under arrest

for the murder of
Gabriel Meadows.

You're gonna have to come
with us. Let's go.

I said let's go.

Uh...

Everyone, no cause for alarm.

Be at peace.

Thank you. Sorry.

Yes. That appears
to be mine.

Where did the blood
come from?

I don't know.

Meadows was writing an article
on Timothy Farragut.

He thought
you'd murdered him.

Poor old Tim. He died,
oh, 30 years ago now.

Car crash on PCH.

And what if Meadows
found evidence

that it wasn't an accident?

That would give you motive
for murder, wouldn't it?

No. Because there's nothing
to find.

Look, I'm not responsible
for Tim's death,

or the demise of Mr. Meadows.

Then why does the evidence
say you are?

Well,
maybe I'm being set up.

And why would somebody
do that?

Tell me, Agent Lisbon,

do you enjoy watching
Patrick Jane

take over your team
and your life?

We close cases.
That's all that matters to me.

Oh, I see.
So you're telling me

that you love justice
more than yourself?

Come on. I mean, justice--
what is that?

It's just an idea.
You are flesh and blood.

Why sacrifice
the real for the imaginary?

I'm not looking for a guru.

I'm looking for a murderer.

Hmm.

Well...

I didn't kill anybody.

And if you keep insisting
that I did,

then... gonna have to
lawyer up.

He's lawyered up.

It doesn't give us
much time to nail him.

Where are we at
with the bloody clothes?

Lab confirmed the blood type
is A-Negative,

same as the victim,

but they won't have the DNA
results for three or four days.

We don't have that much time.
We need something else.

We're still missing the murder
weapon and the victim's laptop.

We're gonna need to search
his house and office.

- I'll get a warrant.
- Good.

Where are we at with
the Farragut motive?

Well, apparently, his notes
were on the laptop,

so that's no good.

I have a file of his stories.

Meadows definitely
had a solid contact

feeding him inside information
about Visualize.

Any idea
on how to find the source?

Yeah, there's an old hippie
named Randall Parker.

He's an ex-Visualize member.

Meadows went to talk to him
last week.

Start with him.
What about Meadows' sister?

She's at Clearview,
the Visualize College.

Visualize has a college?

Apparently,
you major in yourself.

Ah. Patrick.
I wondered when you'd pop in.

Mm.

Reading about you.

Gabe Meadows doesn't paint
a very pretty picture.

Oh, surely you're not going to
fall for gutter journalism.

One thing that's consistent
in all these stories

is that you never actually
wield the knife yourself.

You always manipulate
someone else

into doing your dirty work.

That's something you'd know
a little bit about.

Getting Red John to kill
the San Joaquin killer--

that was very nice.
Almost elegant, I'd say.

Yes, you're coming along.

I'm doing
nothing of the sort.

You're not very happy,
are you, Patrick?

Perhaps you feel a bit like
the sorcerer's apprentice--

you've woken up a power
that you can't control.

Tell me,
how is Rosalind Harker

enjoying life under
FBI protection?

Is she glad that you brought
Red John back into her life?

Are you enjoying this?

'Cause I know you didn't kill
Gabe Meadows.

I've been telling you that
all along.

But you're not acting like
a man that's being framed.

Even someone in your position
is gonna reach out for help

when being framed.

Jon Musashi.
I'm Mr. Stiles' attorney.

This interview is over.

Hi, Jon.

Are you a member of Visualize?
Yes, I think you are.

Did you know that Mr. Stiles'
last lawyer was a murderer?

Whereas I am not.

And again,
this interview is over.

Excellent. Well, uh,
if you'll excuse me,

always a pleasure.
Nice to meet you, Jon.

Jon...

thank you for coming.
Thank you.

Mr. Stiles, please...

We need
to tell them everything,

but I mean, you know me.

I don't have to say that.

I mean, I'm the leader
of a church. I mean--

Mr. Stiles...

Really, I'm okay.

I'm glad to hear it.

No, I mean you can
go back to class.

Oh, my inner visions don't
start for another hour.

Agent Lisbon.
Dean Nora Hill.

Ah. Thank you for taking
the time to meet me.

Happy to assist.
That will be all, Rose.

Thank you, Dean Hill.

Jessie Meadows is waiting
for you in Stiles Hall.

It's an impressive campus.

Thank you.

4,642 students
from 27 countries.

Only the best
and the brightest young people.

How are the students
taking the news?

What news?

That one of the students'
brother's been murdered,

and your leader's been
arrested for the crime?

They don't know about that.
They don't need to.

But it's all over
the internet.

They don't have
the internet.

The mind suffers from junk
food as much as the body does.

We keep it away.

Does Jessie know
her brother's dead?

Aren't you gonna
tell her?

We'll do whatever we can
to find out who did this.

I am so sorry for your loss.

Oh, Gabe.

I'm sorry he's dead,

but he wasn't
a part of my life anymore.

He's still your brother.

He left me.

Left us.

That's not
what a brother does.

Can you think of anybody
who may have wanted to hurt him?

Gabe published stories
about our community.

Some of the students here--
they didn't like it.

Some of them even thought that
I was feeding him information.

Were you?

No, I wouldn't do that.

I know you and your brother
didn't get along.

He wanted to help you.

I think he wanted that
more than anything.

That was the problem.
I didn't need his help.

He couldn't see that.

I'm with my real family here.

Thanks for seeing me,
Mr. Parker.

Meadows broke a lot of
stories about Visualize.

Were you his source?

All my stories are
30 years old.

All I know about are
the old days.

Did he ask you about
Timothy Farragut?

Sure.

What'd you tell him?

Well, Farragut
was into dispelling

all the bad vibes
in the world.

I liked how that sounded.

A lot of people did--

people who felt guilty
about having too much money.

When did Bret Stiles
come into the picture?

'76 or so.

A year later, Farragut died,
and Stiles was the man.

I read the police report.

Farragut's death seems like

an open-and-shut
drunk driving fatality.

Well, you notice
who wrote that report--

Sheriff Elliott Elswit.

Oh, he liked
those Visualize ladies,

and Stiles made sure
he met plenty.

So you're saying that
the sheriff doctored the report?

Well, Farragut didn't drink.

How'd he get so loaded
he couldn't see a tree?

How do I get in touch
with the sheriff?

Elswit's been dead 20 years.

A suicide, they say.

And you think that Bret
Stiles killed him, too?

You bet I do.

You think I'm crazy.

No, it's just a lot
of conspiracy talk, that's all.

Well, just because
you're paranoid

don't mean
they're not after you

Hey. Where are you?

I'm back at the snake pit.

Visualize? Why?

Okay, so the Visualize attorney
shows up,

and Stiles starts acting
all weird and scared.

It's just like a little show.

Hey, could you hold on?

Yeah.

Uh, would you mind giving
me some privacy, please?

Really? Go.

So Stiles is acting scared. So?

Well, it's for the benefit
of the lawyer.

Whatever game he's playing,
it isn't aimed at us.

It's aimed at Visualize, and
I'm here to find out why.

I'll call you when I get out.

Okay.

Bye.

Leben.

Mr. Jane.

Hope the whole
"arrest your master" thing

didn't ruin your lunch.

No hard feelings, right?

Did you come here to gloat?

No, I can gloat from a distance.
I have a message from Stiles.

Hmm. What is it?

Sorry. It's for
the entire inner circle.

Ah, you can give it to me.

I'll pass it to the other
members of the circle.

Yeah, I-I don't think so.
I think I need the whole gang.

Light the Bret signal.

Gather the pooh-bahs.

Come on. Let's go.

Agent Grace Van Pelt,

I presume.

Mr. Stiles, I'm hoping you can
help me with something.

I'm trying to find
any property

held by you in the
state of California.

A car, a residence?

Please, Agent Grace Van Pelt.

Excuse me?

The helpless maiden routine?

Worth a try. Look,
I can't find anything you own.

Well, that's because
there's nothing to find.

I have no house, no car,

certainly not in my name.
Hmm?

I've dedicated my life
to Visualize.

So there's no place
for us to look?

Oh, no.
You can look and look.

You will not find.

You're upset.

Something small, domestic.

A household problem.

No.

Hmm?
But no, it's not family.

But still, it's...

connected to the home.

Landlord.

Hmm.
Petty dictator, no doubt.

Abuses you because he can.

Or because he's a jerk.
He won't fix--

You're good.

Not as good as Jane,
but good.

The anger that you feel
is a symptom

of a deeper condition,

an organic rage,
if you will.

You know...

I can help you with that.

Not interested.

Hmm?

Close your eyes.

Come on. Close your eyes.

Visualize your anger
as a red cloud inside your body.

Take some deep breaths.

Exhale.

Let the red smoke
come out of your body.

Try it.

Red smoke?

Seriously?

Or not.

Your choice.

Mr. Jane, you have a message
for us from Bret?

Uh, no, not really, no.

Do you mind if I sit here?
Just can't resist.

Looks too comfortable.

Wow.

I don't understand.

We were told
you had a message.

No, that was a lie.

I just wanted to get you all
together. Sorry.

Why did you need to get in here?

Get the lay of the land,

see who's running the show
now that Bret's in the clink.

None of us would presume to.

Bret Stiles is
still our leader.

Other members of
the inner circle are flying in.

We hold a vote
reaffirming Bret tomorrow.

Is that what you came here
to find out?

I came here to accuse one of you

of framing Bret Stiles for
the murder of Gabriel Meadows.

And judging from your reactions,
none of you did that.

Of course we didn't.

Well, that clarifies things
considerably.

How?

Well, either one of you framed
Bret Stiles...

Or?

Or you didn't.

What does that mean?

Sorry. Can't tell you that.
That is a police secret.

But you're gonna love it
when you do find out.

Carry on.

You said you'd fix it.

Do you have hot water
at your place?

Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?

Fine. Whatever.

Hmm.

Well, what do you know?

Farragut had a commune
called Visualize

down at Big Sur
in the mid '70s.

Just a few hundred members

and a promising young guru
named Bret Stiles.

Farragut crashes his car.
Stiles takes over.

Now the police report says
it was an accident.

Randal Parker says no,
Stiles killed Farragut

and the cop that made
the accident report

and Meadows, who was
investigating the whole thing.

That's crazy.

I don't know. I wouldn't put
anything past Stiles.

Well, one thing's for certain.
We can't prove it.

But Meadows may have a source
inside Visualize who can.

- Any idea who that source is?
- No.

It's definitely not the sister.
Who else is there?

Maybe Stiles knows.

I could ask.
He talked to me earlier.

Maybe I could get him
to open up.

What'd he say?

He showed me something.

Never mind. It's nothing.

He's trying to get to you.

What?

No.

Okay. Take another run at him,
but be careful.

Hello, Grace.
You look refreshed.

You tried
my little trick then.

No.

Works though, doesn't it?

I wanted to ask you
about Timothy Farragut.

He ran Visualize
before you did, right?

No one ran Visualize
before I did.

No one.

Mm.

Tim said things that people
wanted to hear,

but he didn't know what to do
with the people who listened.

What do you mean.

Farragut was a dreamer.

Dreamers are useful
in their way,

but we don't live in dreams,
do we?

We live in the here
and the now.

Did you kill him?

You've killed, haven't you?

Someone who mattered to you,
who hurt you.

Did you enjoy it?

No.

Really?

I'm told it gives the feeling
of great perspective,

like waking from a dream.

It...

changes you.

Did your friends notice?

A little.

But I think
it freaks 'em out.

Of course.
They don't have the imagination

or the vocabulary
to converse with you about it.

Hmm.

You know...

you're like a little bird
that fell out of a nest,

but you don't need the nest.

You need to fly,

and that...

I can teach you.

How was your trip
to Visualize?

Enlightening.

I need a little
more information.

Could Bret Stiles know what
blood type Bret Meadows was?

Sure. Visualize keeps medical
records on all its members.

And the source for Meadows'
stories was highly placed?

Way high.

Great.

Do you know
who the killer is?

Better.
I know how to catch them.

We need Stiles' lawyer in here
first thing in the morning.

Did you get anything
from Stiles?

No. He's not saying anything.

Van Pelt, you know how to do

that computer picture
makeover thing?

You mean Photoshop?

Yeah.
We got a lot of work to do.

On what?

Manufacturing evidence,
of course.

One of our people was
canvassing the neighborhood

and noticed
a traffic light camera

across
from the A-CAN building.

We blew up an image
and hit pay dirt.

That looks like blood to me.
What do you think?

Mr. Stiles?

Bret?

Meadows got evidence
that you killed Farragut.

That's what was
on his computer.

So you killed him
and stole it,

but it was the cover-up
that got you.

We're filing charges
against your client

and booking him immediately.

I'll stay with him, of course.

It's all right, Jon.
Bye.

But, Bret, I think--

Jon.

A phony photograph, Patrick?

Worth a thousand lies.

So you've stooped
to framing me now?

Well,
you framed yourself first.

Well, that's true.

I did, but you
never believed it anyway.

Well, I didn't think
you were that stupid

unless, of course,
you were doing it on purpose.

It was a pity.

One of my better suits.

Shame to have to ruin it
like that.

Where'd you get the blood?

Oh, I have my sources.

The DNA won't match,
of course,

but by the time
that comes to light,

I'll know
what I need to know.

Which is which one
of the inner circle

wanted to take your place.

Well, it's best
to smoke out your rivals

before they get too strong.

I appeared weak

because I wanted to see
who would reach for the crown.

Who did?

No one.

You overestimated the courage
of your bootlickers.

They're all too scared
to make a move.

Oh. That's why you doctored up
that ridiculous photograph.

Well, I figured if they wanted
to cook your goose

a little better,
I'd turn up the heat for them.

Well, thank you, Patrick.
I didn't know you cared.

I don't.

I did it to catch the killer.
You coming?

Where are we going?

Crash the party.

Oh, I love a party.

Oh, thank you.

I nominate Jason Cooper

to assume all roles and
duties as head of Visualize.

I second the motion.

Then we vote. I vote "aye."

Well, I will not allow
false modesty

to tarnish the moment.

Aye.

Aye.

Nay.

Bret Stiles is and always will
be the leader of Visualize.

Nay.

Aye.

Uh, I'm sorry.
Are we interrupting something?

Bret, you're free.

We dropped the charges.

Looks like you guys
have been busy.

Hello, Cooper.

I see you've taken the seat
at the head of the table.

That's very bold of you.

We thought--

What, you thought, what,

my corpse cold enough to loot?

Bret.

Mr. Stiles--

Do you really think that I am
weak enough to be pushed aside?

I mean, do--do you think
that I'm stupid enough

to get caught
with blood on my hands?

Tell me, Cooper.

Do I seem weak to you now?

Hmm?

Sit down.

Thank you.

Nice to be back.

Just one more piece of business
to, uh, clear up.

In the matter
of personal curiosity,

who of you voted
for Cooper here?

Hmm?

Well, I don't see
how that's important.

Well, that's one vote,

obviously.
Who else voted for Cooper?

You did.

And you.

Yes, and you.

Oh, Bret, looks like
it was a landslide.

Well, Leben.

You've always been true to me,
I know.

Hmm.

I see.

I stood by you, Bret.

I told them they were fools
to doubt you.

Really?

Stiles is going down for murder.

Shouldn't you have sucked up
to the new boss

like the rest of these folks?

The bloody clothes,
the security footage--

Stiles seemed very guilty.

You had to be 100% sure
he wasn't.

How would you know that?

You're the killer.

That's ridiculous.

Hmm?

Is it?

You couldn't warn the others

because then they would know
you were a murderer.

You voted for Stiles because
you knew he'd be coming back.

Damn you for
what you've turned me into.

So you were
Meadows' inside source?

I fed him information
when it helped me.

You leaked stories that hurt
your enemies at Visualize.

My mistake was...

was letting him know
who I was.

Meadows was desperate

to connect Stiles
to the murder of Farragut,

and he thought I knew
something that could prove it.

Why not give it to him?

Doesn't exist.

Do you think Bret Stiles
needs a smoking gun?

He probably did kill Farragut

and that sheriff,

but there'll never be
any evidence to prove it.

I don't believe you.

It's the truth.

What do you think
Stiles would do

if he found out you'd been
feeding me information?

I sensed
that Meadows' crusade

was pushing him to
desperate measures.

So...

I brought the hammer,
just in case.

I knew my name was all over
the laptop, so I took it.

I examined myself honestly,

and I find I feel no remorse.

150,000 people die
every single day.

Why should I feel anything

for one man, just 'cause...

Just 'cause
I was the cause of his death?

That's a good question.

Sign here.

So that's it then.

Thank you
for letting me watch this.

No problem.

Visualizing my anger
works really well.

Just returning the favor.

There's so much more
that I could teach you.

Is there?

To be free
of doubt, anger, fear.

Let me show you the world
as you've never seen it.

Let me show you

you as you've never seen
yourself.

Great sales pitch.

But I'm sort of over bad boys
these days.

Thanks anyway.

Ms. Hill killed Gabe? Why?

There was political stuff
going on.

But I think mostly your brother
just wanted you to be happy

and to get out.

I don't know what to do.

We were going through
your brother's laptop,

and we found some videos
that he'd made for you.

Kinda like letters.

I thought you might like
to see one.

Happy Birthday, sis.

I hope it's a good one.

I don't know
if you'll ever see this,

but I just wanted to say
that I'm proud of you.

I miss you so much, sis.

I know we don't agree
about some things,

but, uh, I hope you know
that I'm always here for you,

anytime.

I'll be waiting.

See you soon, I hope.

Are there more of these?

Yeah,
there's a whole lot of 'em.

Would it be okay
if I stayed to watch a few?

You can stay
as long as you'd like.

Ah, Patrick.

Always a pleasure
doing business with you.

There are many fearful men
hiding from my wrath tonight.

It's a good feeling.

And the murder of Farragut goes
back in the cold case file,

so that's a nice twofer.

Well, you didn't
do too badly yourself.

You played a deep game here,
Patrick.

A mind like yours could've
developed a dozen ways

of tricking Nora Hill

without helping me
in my little power play.

Well, I'm flattered.
It was the easiest way.

No.

No.

You wanted me to owe you
a favor, didn't you?

Mm. Well, all right.

I owe you.

Yes.

You do.

Good night.

Good night.

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