All language subtitles for The.Mentalist.2008-S03E23-E24-Strawberries.and.Cream.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.x265.RZeroX

Coffee, double sweet.

Why do I always
have to get the coffee?

Andyou're buying, boot.

'Attention, all units.
Attention, all units.'

'A 2-11 has just occurred
at the Cash in Motion'

'located at 12th Main.'

'$50,000 taken.'

'Suspect, a white male
seen driving a blue Volvo'

'heading north on main.'

'Proceed with caution,
suspect may be armed.'

Hey, check this out.

'Blue Volvo.'

Ready?

'Oh, gosh. Never mind, I'm just
gonna deal with this inside.'

'Can I help you?'

Let's go.

Excuse me, sir!

'You in the coat.'

- Oh, my God.
- 'Sir!'

Sir, talkin' to you.

No!

No police!
Go away.

- Down on the ground.
- Go away! Go away!

- 'Get down!'
- Go away!

- Don't move! Don't move!
- I've got a bomb!

- Please!
- 'Get on the ground!'

- Please!
- Get down on the ground!

- Go away! Please!
- 'Get down!'

- 'Get down on the ground!'
- 'Get down on the ground!'

Back off! Or else..

No!

'We're talking with the company
about the gas in the storage..'

Excuse me.

I didn't call you.

What are you doing here?

Fighting crime. You?

Seriously.

Seriously.

A man uses
a bomb to rob a bank?

I mean, this-this is...baroque,
mysterious even.

What do we know?

Well, for starters,
it wasn't a bank.

Dinkler robbed his employer.
It was a Cash in Motion store.

Cash in Motion?
Sounds like a game show.

It's a payday loan
and money transfer chain.

People use 'em to wire money
all over the world.

It's a cash business but it's
got less security than a bank.

Nice, soft target.

Dinkler got away
with 50 grand.

Almost got away
with 50 grand.

Yeah, well,
he stopped for gas

and Sac PD unis
spotted him.

Lucky for us, the lunatic
only killed himself.

If it's so cut and dried,
why are you here?

Them. The media.

'Director Bertram wanted
a CBI presence here.'

Director Bertram.
Let me ask you something.

If Director Bertram
wanted a CBI presence

to jump off a cliff,
would you and your CBI presence

jump off that cliff?

If there was overtime, sure.

That's very sad.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

'I knew that man was trouble.'

I was looking
right at him in his car.

He was, uh,
making gestures at me.

Gestures?

Yeah, pointing at me like that.

Real i-insistent.

'It was creepy.'

And those eyes,
crazy, angry eyes.

Hmm.

Pointing.
Crazy, angry eyes.

And you, sir, anything else
you remember about the bomber?

I thought I was dead.

I saw the bomb around his waist
and I thought this is it.

I'm dead.

'Lisbon?'

What's up?

This man wasn't angry, or crazy.

He was terrified.

Interesting, huh?

- Get down on the ground!
- No!

This is horrible.

Horrible.

High impact visuals like this

media will carry
the story for days.

Yes, I've got a wolf pack
of journalists outside.

What do you have, J.J.?

Agent Lisbon?

Alan Dinkler,
27-years-old, no priors.

'He robbed his employer,
a Cash in Motion store.'

Walked into his boss' office,
showed him the bomb

demanded to be let
into the vault.

He got $50,000.

We believe that Dinkler
was the victim here

that he was abducted,
put into the bomb jacket

and coerced into
committing the crime.

The bomb squad confirms
that the device was activated

'by remote control.'

Awful. That poor, poor man..

...used as a puppet.

But...the thing is, the person
behind this wants money

so this is not terrorism, right?

It doesn't look that way, sir.

His plan didn't work,
but only through bad luck.

We strongly expect
the perpetrator will try again.

It's guesswork.

Not a terrorist
is what I'll be leading with.

Isolated incident, CBI in charge
of a swift and thorough.

Et cetera, et cetera.

That's just right, sir.

Thank you all.

Let my assistant
know if there's anything new.

- 'Hey, boss.'
- What've we got?

Device used
a plastic explosive called PE4

stable, hard to acquire,
very deadly.

Usually in human bombs
like this

there's ball bearings
or such like within the device

used to create maximum damage
to bystanders.

In this case, no.

Just deadly in a 10-foot radius
around the bomb.

So forensics recovered
the 50 grand from Dinkler's car

plus some fast food wrappers
and a couple of writeable CDs

from Cash in Motion, other crap.

Anything
on Dinkler's cellphone?

It's badly damaged, but the lab
is trying to salvage the chip.

They'll let us know
soon as they get the results.

Good, the cellphone is probably

how the bomber
communicated with Dinkler.

'Rigsby, Van Pelt,
you guys go and talk'

'to Dinkler's co-workers.'

Cho, you and I will go
to his apartment.

Dinkler left work
last night at 5:30.

At 8:00 a.m. he went back
and robbed the place.

Sometime in between,
someone put a bomb on him.

So we track backwards

try and figure out when somebody
could have done that.

If we find out when,
maybe we'll find out who.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

CBI, ma'am.

Looking for
your manager, Mr. Vermillion.

Oh, he's talking
with the other agent.

- I'll buzz you in.
- Other agent?

Thank you.

Rigsby, Van Pelt,
join the party.

Lisbon's been looking for you.
What are you doing here?

Ah, curious.

Putting an explosive
on someone

it's unsporting,
don't you think?

Don't you think?

Uh.. Alan's loss is
very upsetting to all of us

in the Cash in Motion family.

'Cash in Motion family, right.'

Oh, this is Drake Vermilion,
clearly an alias, who knows why?

Thwarted show business
aspirations

or just an unfortunate
birth name.

What-what is it?

Uh, I-I don't think
that's germane, do you?

Ooh, germane.
Definitely showbiz.

I had a very successful career
in the musical theater actually.

Of course you did, Drake.
Can you belt out a tune for us?

Ah.

Smiling now, is it, Tracy?

'All that sniveling,
and now you smile?'

What, I amuse you, do I?

- No, sir.
- Oh, no, sir, she says.

Hey, now everyone's
a little stressed out here

it's understandable.

Would you people please
just get to the point here?

The point. Yes, Drake.

Uh.. Sir, that is
a restricted area.

'Oh. Let's sing that.'

Dinkler took the money
from this vault.

Yes. Uh, he made
me open it for him.

And he made Tracy and me
go inside the vault with him

while he shoveled money
into a bag.

Then he locked us in the vault.

He probably thought
we would suffocate.

No, he knew
there was ventilation.

He knew we'd be alright.

Oh. You-you think that, do you?

Wait, do you have
some special insight here?

- No, s--
- Did he talk to you?

- No, sir.
- Oh, no, sir.

But he was a good person.
He wouldn't wanna hurt anyone.

Hmm. Thank you, Tracy.
Useful to know.

Wait. You-you cannot
go in there alone.

Tracy, can you show me
Dinkler's work space?

- How much money is this?
- '$10,000.'

Wow. He left a lot
more than he took.

In a hurry, I suppose.

Oh, look.

Two seconds. $50,000.
How much time did he need?

Did he take anything else?

I-I-I don't know.

I-I had my eyes closed
to be honest.

Put that back.

Where were you standing
in here exactly?

Exactly.

Uh...here.

I was here and-and
Tracy was here.

Mm-hmm. And when he exited,
did he exit facing you

or did he have his back to you?

Facing us,
just like you're doing now.

Oh, he did.

Then what did Dinkler do?

- He shut the door.
- Oh, like this?

Yes, exactly like that.

Thank you.
Thanks for your help.

'Wait, no! Wait, wait.'

'Oh, come on!'

Tracy, there were
some CDs in Alan's car

that contained these lists.

'Oh, these are
client transaction reports'

from the past two months.

Alan must have gotten them
from the vault.

We're not allowed to see them.

But they could be valuable

like bank account,
or credit card data?

No, no, account info is
encrypted on a separate system.

These are just names of clients
who sent money and locations

they sent it to.

It's not worth anything,
I don't think.

I'm.. Alan just kept apologizing

when he first came in,
and I didn't know

what was going on at first,
why he kept saying

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Well..

...you've had a rough day, huh?

Why don't you
head off home, Tracy?

Get yourself some rest.
We're done here.

Yeah, I'm sorry,
I couldn't be more helpful.

Oh, no, on the contrary

you've practically solved
the case single-handedly.

- I have?
- Yeah, you have.

She has?

Okay. Any suspicious vehicles?
Drive-bys?

'Not a one.'

Alright.
Thanks for the help.

Sergeant says he's been sitting

on Dinkler's place
since the incident.

He knocked, no answer.
Nobody's been in or out.

Dinkler had a roommate?

Yeah, a deadbeat
according to the landlord.

Always home.

Check the garage.
I got the back.

Alright.

Hello?

Police.

Ugh!

Cho, I think I've got somethin'.

'Hey, boss.Be right there.'

'Cho, get in here.
We got a body.'

Roommate?

'Looks like.'

Gunshot to the head.

Where have you been?

Oh. Uh, you know, out, about.

Oh, that's good
because we just found

'a body at Dinkler's house.'

Huh. Figures.

You wanna come
and have a look, maybe?

- 'Do a little detective work?'
- Not really.

'I'm pretty sure it's
collateral damage.

'Roommate, probably.'

Hey, why don't you come by
the office and I will show you

what the real motive is
behind the crime?

- And it wasn't money.
- No? Well, what was it?

Oh, and while I think of it,
could you send Sac PD to check

on the Cash in Motion offices?

'Why?'

'Hello?'

'Hello?'

'Can anyone hear me?'

'Anyone?'

So,you know the real motive
for the robbery?

What's up
with the dead roommate?

Michael Takashima.

Coroner says he's been dead
just under 24 hours.

So killed last night
way before the robbery.

Killer put the bomb
on Dinkler in the house.

Roommate probably came home,
had to be disposed of.

Yeah. Uh, don't keep
me in suspense.

What's the motive
if it wasn't about the money?

Dinkler left as much as he took
and half as much again

just left it there in the vault.

Why?

That's weird.

His life was on the line.

He'd been careful to do
what the killer told him.

So the killer must have told him
the money wasn't the object.

Told him steal the money
to hide the real theft.

And what's the real theft?

The list of customers
on the CDs he took.

Oh, yeah?

Well, the CDs are the only
other thing he took.

Ergo, that was what
he was after.

Two thousand or so names
of people that had sent

money orders via that store
and where they'd sent them.

- Why would he want that?
- Haven't figured that out yet.

Frankly, this is less thrilling
than you advertised

and possibly wrong.

No, he wanted that list.

Okay, I'll have
the clerical staff

run the list of names,
see if anything pops.

Something will.

Here's an odd thing.

Dinkler's car's gas tank
was nearly full.

Maybe he filled it
at the gas station.

Nope, never activated the pump.

Then why would he stop there?

Hmm.

'Hey, Craig.'

Excuse me, boss,
you mind if I..

- No, go ahead.
- Thanks. Sorry.

Hey, sorry to interrupt.

I was across the street
for a prelim.

- Just wanted to say hey.
- Hey.

You working
the mad bomber case, huh?

Yep. It's a weird one.
No real breaks yet.

They'll come.

Look, I, uh...got a little
surprise for you.

- Kind of a pre-wedding gift.
- I love surprises.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Oh!

It was my mother's.

- You like it?
- I love it.

Here. Let me do it for you.

How's it look?

Looks great.

Oh, I love you.

'Jane and I are going back
to the gas station.'

Check with the lab
about the cellphone.

Yes, boss.

Alright.
I'll see you later.

- Okay.
- Alright.

More questions?
Everyone has more questions.

Chit-chat, chit-chat, police,
journalists, more police.

Makes work very difficult.

We'll try and be brief.

Just wanna ask
about Dinkler, the bomber.

Did he say anything?

Indicate why
he was here, maybe?

He asked
for the restroom key.

That is why I thought
he was so agitated.

'He needs to urinate.'

But no, he did not.

Can we have it?

What?

The restroom key, please.

Yes.

Why would he come in here?

Well, maybe he just needed
to go to the bathroom.

Stress will do that to you.

Ah. Or..

Huh? "A.D."

Alan Dinkler.

"297A6 Windsor."

Location maybe?
Where to go next?

Yeah.

Scavenger hunt.
Interesting.

Let's not jump
to conclusions.

Excuse me?

- Sir?
- Yes?

Does that mean anything to you?

'"AD-297A6 Windsor?"'

Half an hour
of villainous scrubbing

and this sort of ink
never comes out entirely.

Scavenger hunt then.

Okay.

"297A6 Windsor."

Maybe an address?

We got a Windsor Drive, a, uh

Windsor Lane,
and a Windsor Point Way.

A6?

Like an apartment?

Kind of a low street number.
I'm betting map coordinates.

But which map?

Good question.

I generated a list
of possible locations

using pretty much
every road map online.

Triple-A, USGS.

There's a whole bunch
of possibilities.

Divvy up the list by proximity
to the gas station.

We need to run down
every one of those locations.

Okay.

Any revelations?

No. Scavenger hunt,
secret codes.

I just can't seem
to put my finger on it.

It's all so, uh, so..

- Baroque? Mysterious even?
- Yes.

I thought you liked
that sort of thing.

I do, very much.

Any progress
to report, agent?

Uh, yes, sir.

We're moving
forward on several fronts.

Right now we're working
on getting the location

of a rendezvous that Dinkler
was meant to be at.

Is there something concrete
I can tell Bertram?

'Not really, sir.'

Hmm.

Thank you, Lisbon.

'Bye.'

God, I miss Hightower.

Aside from the murder stuff,
obviously.

Uh, Screw it.
Even with the murder stuff

how does he just appear
out of nowhere like that?

He's a ghost from
the fifth dimension.

- Right, Rigsby?
- He's the boss.

Not going there.

Divvied up the list.
This is your share.

Thanks. Are you coming?

Hmm.

Come along
on a methodical grinding search

through Sacramento County,
or rearrange my sock drawer..

I'll go with the or.
Thanks.

- Have fun with it.
- Thank you.

- Lisbon.
- 'Hi, boss.'

No luck at Windsor Lane,
or Windsor Arms Pub

and Cho and Rigsby
haven't found anything yet.

Same here.

And more bad news
about the cellphone

from Dinkler's car,
apparently the killer

routed all calls
through China and back.

There's no way to trace
where they originated.

Great. Thanks.

Oh, but good news.

The dresses are ready
at the tailor's.

You can pick
yours up anytime.

Boss?

'My dress.'

Yes. Right.

The satin bow looks gorgeous.
I can't wait to see it on you.

Great. Well, thank you.

'Goodnight.'

Night.

Yeah?

'Hi, Captain Ahab.'

How goes the hunt?

Done. I'm practically done.
One more.

Windsor High School.
It's over on Alameda.

'Shut down
a couple of years ago.'

Hmm. That's kind
of an iffy area.

You have, uh,
plenty of harpoons?

I've got
a few 9-millimeter ones

but if it looks hinky,
I'll call for backup.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Hey, Lisbon?

I was in the neighborhood.

So I thought I'd drop by.

'Lisbon?'

Lisbon?

You decent?

Lisbon?

It's okay.

I want you to just let me
try and help you

get out of that thing.

It's gonna be okay.

Alright?

Talk me through it.

Um..

you see the flap
in the front of the vest?

- This here?
- Yeah. O-open it gently.

Slowly.

Okay. Um..

Is there a lock inside?

Yes.

Uh, does the lock have any wires
attached to it, or..

There's a bunch.
That's not good, is it?

Don't pick the lock.

No, I won't.
Where does this wire go?

Did you do that?

I-I-I swear,
I didn't do anything.

I didn't touch a thing.

It's a phone.
You should answer it.

You sure?

About 75%.

You-you think we should answer?

Yeah.

Wh-what if.. What if it
triggers the bomb?

We'll never know.

- Hello?
- 'Hello, Agent Lisbon.'

'You must do exactly as I say
if you want to live.'

Who is this?

'You will go to the CBI now.'

- Why?
- 'No questions please.'

'You will obtain
the two Cash in Motion disks'

'from the CBI evidence storage
and bring them to me.'

'After delivery, I will give you
the instructions'

'on how to disarm the bomb.'

- You have 30 minutes.
- No. I-I'm not--

Not no. Yes, yes.

'Who's that with you?'

Patrick Jane.
I-I work with Agent Lisbon. Hi.

'Hello, Patrick.'

'You're welcome to join us
if you'd like.'

Well, I gotta tell you,
there's other--

'In fact, I insist on it.'

'You'll be of useful help
to Agent Lisbon.'

What do we call you?

'No questions, please.'

'And two other ground rules.'

Number one, do not alert
anyone to your situation.

No one.

If you do,
I will detonate the device.

Number two, keep this line open.

If I lose phone contact with you
for any reason at all

I will detonate the device.

Now get a move on.
You don't have very much time.

- No, I'm not gonna do it--
- Don't listen to her.

She can't think straight.

We'll do exactly
what you asked for.

We're on our way
to the CBI right now.

Okay. Let's go, Lisbon.
We don't have time.

Hail Mary, full of grace
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women
and blessed is the fruit

'of thy womb, Jesus.

'Holy Mary, Mother of God'

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of death. Amen.

You're whispering.

Stop it.

'She's just praying.'

She's scared, and so am I.

'If I could find someone
to pray to'

'then I'd probably do
the same.'

'Well, it's irritating.'

Be quiet.

'You're not a religious man?'

Oh.

Deeply.

But not in any way
that you would understand.

Well, try me.

I do like
a good theological debate.

'I would enjoy that.'

But some other time, perhaps.

Jane, the CBI building
is filled with people.

This isn't right.

We're putting
them in harm's way.

He doesn't wanna
blow up the CBI.

He just wants the disk.

You just want
the disks, right?

There's no call
to blow us up for fun.

'Correct.'

Dinkler was unlucky enough
to run into the police.

That's the only reason he died.

I am a rational
and humane person.

'Obey me,
and you will live.'

How far away are you?

'I said how far away are you?'

'Uh, yeah, about five minutes.'

Just, uh,
around the corner.

'Good.'

'You see how simple
this could be?'

You just go through those doors,
up the stairs and get the disks.

'You know, when we get inside,
it gets a little tricky.'

Because, uh, the evidence,
uh, storage unit

is locked this time of night.

Uh, so we're gonna have to
try and sneak in or..

...ormake a whole fuss
getting it opened.

'So sneak in.'

Do whatever you have to do

but if I get even
the faintest suspicion

that you are
playing games with me

I will detonate the device.

'Do you understand?'

'Yes, sir.'

Agent Lisbon,
did you understand also?

Yes, sir.

When we get the disks,
where do we go?

Get them first,
and then I'll tell you.

'Okay, sir, we are at CBI.'

We're on the third floor,
approaching the evidence storage

'at the end of the hall.'

'Which door is it?'

'That one over there.'

'Here.'

Okay.

It's locked.

Can you open it?

I think so.
Sure it's the right door?

I'm pretty sure.

Lisbon?

Yeah?

'Listen, uh..'

...if this doesn't
turn out well, um..

'I-I just.. Well, there's been
something I've been wanting'

'to tell you for a long time.'

You know, the moment just
hasn't presented itself, and--

'Wait. Now?'

'Are you sure this is
really the best time?'

'Well, if not now, then when?'

Disarm the bomb.

I press this trigger, you die.

So do you.

You let me go.

I let you live.

No, you have two choices,
disarm the bomb

or die here with us.

With me. Jane, you go now.

- Oh, I would if I could.
- Go!

'Look at me, sir.'

I don't wanna die.

I'm not afraid of death.

I'm afraid of the pain
of dying

because it's gonna hurt.

You think it's gonna hurt?
You feel like dying?

Jane, go! That's an order! Go!

You're not the boss of me.
Look at me--

Just once, listen to me,
you pigheaded, arrogant..

Stay with me. Don't look at her.
Don't look at her. Stay with me.

'You've not listened to a thing
I've said all the..'

You listen to me.

'You tell me right now
how to get this damn vest off'

or god forgive me,
I will kill you.

Yes, madam.

The device is in the southeast
corner of the room.

It's under the desk,
you won't miss it.

Lisbon, Jane, well done.
Well done indeed.

Has he given you anything?

Not a thing.
Wouldn't give us his name.

Wouldn't say why he wanted
the Cash in Motion client list

so badly either.

There's a reason
for everything I did.

Let's go.

Hey, you are not
off the hook.

Off the hook? Oh, come on.
All's well that ends well.

All is not well.

Oh, please.

'Oh, don't give me a please.'

'You just disobeyed
a direct order.'

Don't sulk.

I gave you an order.
It is my job to keep you alive.

When I give you an order,
you follow it.

- That's the deal.
- And I wanted to leave.

I wanted to leave desperately

but I would have looked
like a complete coward.

It was my ego, my sheer vanity
that kept me there.

Uh, that is not the point.
The point is..

He tried to escape.

He went for a gun.

I had no choice.

Well, you seem no worse
for wear, and I didn't think

it would work out that way,
to be candid.

Me neither.

So...how the hell
did Jane know

that it was
the gas station attendant?

The code message
in the men's room.

When Jane realized the bomber
could speak directly to Dinkler

he knew there was no need
to leave Dinkler a message.

The bomber could have just told
him where to go like he did me.

So the message
had to be a fake.

And then everything
fell into place.

If the message was fake,
then what was the real reason

for Dinkler to stop
at the gas station?

To deliver the customer
lists of course.

Now that makes sense.

Dinkler must have
been told to wait there

and someone
would approach him.

Dammit.

Excuse me, sir!

'You in the coat.'

But it all went wrong

when the Sac PD
tumbled to Dinkler.

So he had to be killed.

And the lists wound up
in evidence.

So the attendant set up a trap

leaving a simple code
for the CBI to find

knowing that he could
snag a CBI agent

to retrieve the list for him.

Well, it's risky,
but it's quite elegant, really.

What was so important
about those client lists?

Uh, we're still trying
to find that out.

We're going through
every customer name on the list

but there's a lot of 'em.

Oh, well, never mind.

With the culprit dead,
the case is as good as closed.

- Job well done, both of you.
- Thank you.

Thank you, people.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I'm so glad you're okay.

Thank you.

And look, I know it's
the last thing on your mind

so I thought I'd help out
and pick up your dress for you.

So thoughtful. Thanks.

- I left it in your office.
- Okay.

Make sure it fits.

Lisbon, any word
on that list yet?

Jeez, Jane!
You mind knocking?

Whoa.

Oh, my.

Van Pelt must die.

No, no, no, no.
You look good.

This is..

...beautiful, like a princess,
an angry little princess.

Someone stole your tiara.

She caught me by surprise
when she asked me.

Otherwise, I'd never agree
to be a bridesmaid.

And why would she even ask me
to do something like this?

She knows I hate this crap.

I told her to ask you.

I told her that you were
secretly dying

to be a bridesmaid.

Really? Why would you do that?

Oh, for the fun of it,
and because, uh, of course

deep down, you secretly
dowanna be a bridesmaid.

Go ahead. Confess.

Customer lists
from the Cash in Motion CDs.

One name on there is Max James.

The Sac PD homicide got
an anonymous call

a few hours back.

Dead man in a house on Cosgrove.

Turns out
it's the same Max James.

You might wanna change first.

Hmm.

Max James.

Looks good.

Very feminine.

Max James, age 59.

Coroner thinks he's been dead
at least four days.

So he was dead before Gupta
put the bomb on Dinkler.

'And Gupta did this one too.'

The bullet wound in the knee,
same caliber

'as Dinkler's roommate.'

Ah, but look at the ear
and the eye.

'It's a completely
different MO.'

Because the purpose
is different.

This was torture.

Gupta wanted
something from him.

'Well, James didn't die
from these injuries.'

'Coroner thinks
he had a heart attack.'

There you go, he expired

before the killer got
what he wanted.

A Cash in Motion receipt.

This is what led him
to Dinkler.

Gupta came here,
wanted information from James

tortured him, but then
James ended up dying.

He found this receipt,
and decided that he'd go

'and get the information
some other way.'

But all the lists had
were client names

and cities
where they sent money.

And Gupta already had
James' name.

'So what the hell did
the lists get him?'

Yes, that is the question.

Huh, this is weird.
Madeleine Hightower.

What?

That's Hightower.

'With Max James.'

Oh, crap.

I'll call LaRoche.

No, no, no, don't.

Why not? It's his case.

We gotta get
outta here now.

Fix it with Sac PD,
we were never here.

What's he talking about?

I can't tell you
what's going on

but you need to
keep this quiet.

Hightower's a fugitive.
She killed two people.

She nearly killed Jane.
What can't you tell me?

Cho, this is an order.
We are gonna walk away.

Sac PD is gonna
handle this case.

Boss..

Kimball, I need you
to trust me, please.

When I can tell you
what's going on, I will.

Until then, it's better
you don't know.

It's for your own good.

Red John's behind the bombs.
He's hunting Hightower.

Yeah.

Max James was a friend
of hers, or a relative.

He must have known
where she is.

- We have to warn her.
- How?

I don't know where she is.

If Red John failed, what do you
think he's gonna do next?

- I have to think about that.
- He could come after you, Jane.

Why?

I truly don't know
where Hightower is right now.

If I don't
totally believe you

Red John probably
doesn't either.

If Red john wants me,
he knows where to find me.

I can't worry about that.

Hello.

Hello, Patrick.

We need to talk.

Hightower.

Are you alone?

Yes, just me and my demons,
and they're not gonna hurt you

so please, Madeleine,
could you put the gun down?

You people and your guns.

Thank you.

Would you like some tea?

Yes.

Civilized.

So this is where you live.

Sometimes.

Oh, it's nice.

Could use
a few personal touches.

I gather you're not here to give
me decoration tips, are you?

Your murder victim today..

- Max James.
- 'Hmm.'

He was my cousin.

He had been helping me out,
sending me money.

When he stopped
picking up the phone

I went to go check on him.

I'm sorry.

'Yeah.'

I saw what
they did to him.

They tortured him
a good, long while

before they killed him.

Must have been asking him
where me and the kids were.

And he knew.

He knew.
But he didn't tell.

A good man.

He was.

Red John is getting closer.

He's gonna find me,
eventually.

- 'I know it.'
- Not necessarily.

I've had it, Jane.

I'm turning myself in.

I just wanted you
to know first.

Okay.

I'll prove I'm innocent
of Todd Johnson's murder.

Prove it in court.

At least I'll know my kids will
be properly taken care of, safe.

'It's no life for kids,
no life at all.'

'We've had enough running.'

'Please don't try to make me
change my mind.'

I-I understand. No.

Jane, I'm sorry, I..

I know this messes
things up, your plan

but it's.. It's not like you're
getting anywhere, are you?

I mean, are you
any closer to finding out

who Red John's accomplice
is in the CBI?

Yes. Uh, well, I..
It's complicated.

'I've been trying to work'

very slowly and carefully,
but this..

This, uh, changes things.

- I've got to do this.
- 'No, I understand.'

'It's the right thing to do.'

Please, just give me 48 hours
before you surrender.

Lisbon and the team
will protect you and your kids

and I will find
Red John's friend.

How will you do in 48 hours

what you haven't been able
to do in months?

I will because I have to.

- Follow me.
- What's up?

Uh, we have a situation.

Guys, O'Malley's half an hour.

Rigsby, O'Malley's
half an hour.

What kind of situation?

Hightower situation.

When I was held
captive by Red John

I-I told you that he
didn't say anything to me.

Um...that was a lie.

He recited a poem.

"Tiger tiger burning bright,
in the forests of the night

"What immortal hand or eye..

"Could frame
thy fearful symmetry?

"In what distant deeps or skies

"burnt the fire of thine eyes."

- That's William Blake.
- What does it mean?

Well, God made the lamb..

...but he also made the tiger.

You can't have light without
darkness, life without death.

Here's the thing.

Before he died, Todd Johnson

recited the first two words
of that exact same poem.

- "Tiger tiger."
- Oh.

He knew about Red John.
He was gonna talk.

Red John had him killed
to stop him talking.

But he was killed
by Agent Hightower.

- She's with Red John?
- She didn't do it.

She was framed to conceal
the identity of the real killer.

Someone else inside the CBI
is working for Red John.

Hightower wants to surrender.

She wants to prove
her innocence in court.

She wants her kids to be safe.

I asked her to give us 48 hours

before she turns herself
into the authorities

'and you guys will protect her
in the meantime.'

Wearethe authorities.

Yes, well, you know,
you're not the man.

Yeah, we are.
We can't look after her.

If we see Hightower,
we're supposed to arrest her.

So arrest her.
Just don't tell anybody.

She gave you
48 hours to do what?

48 hours to find
Red John's friend

and have that friend
lead us to Red John.

And how will you do that?

LaRoche had a list
with Hightower's name on it

and four other suspects
who were in the building

'at the time of the murder.'

And who are
the four other suspects?

- I don't know.
- Did you ask LaRoche?

No. I didn't.

'Because if one
of LaRoche's suspects'

'isn't Red John's friend'

then LaRoche is
Red John's friend.

And if I ask him
about the suspects

then he'll know
that I know, and I will lose

the one advantage
I had over Red John.

So first you have to get
the list off LaRoche.

Who doesn't like
to tell you the time.

And then you have to figure out
which one of the suspects

is Red John's friend
if it's not LaRoche himself.

- In 48 hours.
- Don't worry.

I have a brilliant plan
which requires your help

but we must act...now.

- Oh.
- I know.

I know, this scares me too.

I'm gonna do this, but if any
of you do not wanna take part

that is totally okay.

- I'm in.
- Yep.

Me too.

Thank you.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, you can.

Yes?

I need the names
of the four other suspects

you identified
in the Todd Johnson murder.

Why?

Madeleine Hightower
contacted me.

She says she's innocent.
I believe her.

Which means
one of those four people

is the real culprit.

Where is Hightower?

Oh, you don't need to know.

She's gonna
turn herself in soon

fight her case in court.

Why is this your business?

If the case is reopened,
I will investigate

any other suspects
if necessary.

You know me.

I'm inquisitive, nosy.

The answer is no.

You cannot have the names
of the other suspects.

Why not?

Policy, rules.

Well, that's a shame.

How about I make sure Hightower
surrenders to you personally?

I'll tell you
where she's hiding out.

You should do that anyway.

It's your duty as a citizen.

I love you.

I'll tell you what.

You give me the list

and I will tell you
where Hightower is.

And as an added bonus..

...I promise I will keep
your secret entirely to myself.

My secret?

Yeah, let me jog your memory.

Donald Culpepper.

'Remember him?'

Burglarized your house.

Yes.

He was looking
for the list. My guy.

You're admitting
to a serious criminal offense.

I could arrest you
right now.

Yeah, you could.

But you won't.

Culpepper didn't come up
with the list.

But he certainly searched
your house very thoroughly.

Opened the safe..

...looked inside that Tupperware
box you keep in there.

Interesting.

That's private.

You're not kidding.
It should be.

I'd love to help you
try and keep it that way.

You're a fascinating man,
Patrick.

Who knows what you might have
achieved in this world

were you not quite
so damaged.

You were going to tell me
where Hightower is.

Oh, I'll tell you,
but listen, uh

it's important to let her be
until she's ready to come in.

She needs to make arrangements
with her kids.

- Give her two days.
- Alright.

So I have here in my hand

LaRoche's four suspects.

How did you get him to tell?

I threatened to reveal
his dark secret.

- Which is what?
- I have no idea.

I was bluffing. But it
must be something horrible.

Who are the suspects?

Brenda Shettrick,
CBI media relations.

Assistant DA,
Osvaldo Ardiles.

Gale Bertram,
bureau director

and Craig O'Laughlin.

Craig?
Craig is on the list?

- That's ridiculous!
- 'No doubt, no doubt.'

Now there are three
innocent people on that list

and only one bad guy.

Or they're all innocent,
and it was LaRoche.

LaRoche did kill
the gas station attendant

maybe to keep him quiet.

It's not Craig.

- Well, you never know.
- Director Bertram?

Brenda Shettrick? Ardiles?

None of them look
like villains, do they?

He's my fiance.

Grace, while Craig's a suspect,
he's a suspect.

Do you understand that?

Meaning you can't talk
to him about any of this.

'It's probably best to avoid him
for a couple of days.'

You go up to the mountains
and stand guard over Hightower.

You can explain
everything to Craig

once we've ID'd
Red John's accomplice.

'Grace, it's a good thing.'

Little coolness keeps
a man on their toes.

So how are we gonna work out
which one's guilty?

Red John is out
to kill Hightower.

Yeah.

So we tell all the suspects

where Hightower is.

Ah, only she won't be there,
and we will

and then one of the suspects
will come to kill her. Nice.

- No.
- 'No?'

No.

Red John is
not gonna send in

his inside man in CBI.

That is a very valuable asset.

He will send in
an anonymous assassin

someone disposable.

Well, then how are we gonna know

which one of
the suspects told Red John?

What?

Okay. Here's how it works.

Pacific Palms Hotel,
room 705.

- Thank you.
- Give her two days, yes?

That was our deal.

- Hey, Brenda.
- Hey, Teresa. What's up?

Like you asked for,
ideas from the unit

for the community
outreach program.

Really? Oh, that's great.
That's very efficient of you.

Most departments just
blew me off on that one.

We aim to please.

'"Hightower,
Pacific Palms, room 405?"'

Morning, agent.

Speak.

Heads up on
a situation, sir.

Jane's in contact
with Madeleine Hightower.

'He's trying to persuade her
to give herself up.'

You think she'll do it?

Yes, sir.

Hell.

That's what we need. That damn
situation back in the news.

But she still insists that she's
innocent, that she was framed.

Well, if that's true,
it's even worse.

The thing is, sir,
we know where she's at.

We could go in and get her,
but I would much rather have

Jane bring her in peacefully
than to take her in by force.

God forbid somebody get hurt.
I'd like to give Jane 48 hours.

If that doesn't work,
we'll go in and arrest her.

You sure you can
control the situation?

Yes, sir.
We know her exact location.

She's at the Pacific Palms
Hotel, room 605.

If she leaves that building,
we're on her.

Well, okay.

It's your call.

I wish Hightower
and this whole mess

would just vanish, frankly.

- 'What can you do?'
- Yes, sir.

Gracias,Raquel.

Hey, Ardiles.

So did you find a good spot
for the package?

You mean Hightower?

We agreed to
call her package.

Oh, right. Yeah.

She's at the, uh,
Pacific Palms Hotel.

You know what's really weird?

Pacific Palms
is the name of the street

my mom lives on and Hightower

I mean, the package
is in room 305

which is my mom's house number.
305 Pacific Palms.

- How weird is that?
- 'Ah, it's not very weird.'

I thought it was really weird.

I'll take a medium
non-fat latte, please.

I'll have the same.

Hey. You, uh, you seen Grace?

She's not answering
her phone.

Uh, no, she's kinda
super busy right now.

Oh, yeah?
What's going on?

Um..

Hightower's surfaced.
Grace is guarding her.

Hightower? Wow.
What's the deal?

Well, it's, um..
It's kind of a long story.

Yeah, I bet. So Grace will be
gone for a while I guess.

- Yeah, she could be.
- Oh, that's too bad.

Oh, what, you can't live
without her now?

Well, what can I say?

I-I miss her when
she's not around.

I'm man enough to admit it.

Alright, well, so you
don't get too anxious

and you didn't hear
this from me.

But you might wanna check out

the Pacific Palms Hotel,
room 505.

Okay. Great. Thanks.
Appreciate it.

But I'll probably
tough it out, you know?

I don't wanna be too clingy.
Women hate that.

Right.

Alright, I'll see ya.

Oh, thank God. There it is.
I gave you the wrong file.

Yeah. There you go.

You didn't
read this, did you?

It's totally top secret.

No, no, of course not.
I mean, no.

Listen, please don't
tell anybody I did this.

I would feel like
such a fool.

Uh.. My lips are sealed.
I swear.

Thank you.

Um, Teresa?

What about
the community outreach?

Oh! Yeah. I-I'm gonna
get back to you on that.

Each individual suspect
was told that Hightower

is at the Pacific Palms Hotel.

But each was given
a different room number.

So the room the killer goes to

will tell us
which suspect told Red John.

'Hey, Rigsby, move
the camera more to the right.'

Yep. Okay.

- Better?
- Good.

There.

Simple, elegant, foolproof.

'Please don't say that.
Nothing is foolproof.'

'Who has a key
to the minibar?'

I do, and I'm keeping it.
We're on the job.

You're on the job.
I'm an amateur.

Besides, all I want
is those expensive peanuts.

Thank you.

'Hey, boss.'

'Van Pelt, you alright?'

Everyone's safe and sound.
All good here.

- Did you talk to Craig?
- 'No, but I'm sure he's fine.'

Look, I'll come and spell you
in a bit as soon as this thing

'plays out here.'

Thanks, boss.

- Tell her I said hey.
- Madeleine says hey.

Hi back.

Oh, tell Hightower
she'll soon be exonerated.

I already hung up,
and stop being so confident.

It makes me nervous.

This is beginning to look like
a huge waste of time.

Whenever you say that, success
is just around the corner.

'There. Look.'

The assassin's here.

What, her? How can you tell?

'She's carrying a large bag
with very little in it'

no jewelry,
and she has a killer's face.

Come on.

'Yeah, she looks
kinda nice to me.'

No. Homicidal eyes.
Clear as day.

What's your bet, Jane?
Which room will she go to?

'It's a five horse race.
Fool's bet.'

You, boss? Any guesses?

For all we know,
she's a tourist from Iowa.

No.

'Eighth floor?'

That's our floor.

She just went by.

Told ya. Tourist.

No, she's taking
the fire stairs.

'Maybe.'

'Patience.'

'She'll appear
any moment.'

'Or she's just gotten
back from day of sightseeing'

'and she wants
to get into a nice--'

'There!'

'There she is.'

'Oh, my God.'

- Bertram!
- Wow.

Bertram. Red John's man
is the CBI director?

'How messed up is that?'

Ready.

Now.

Don't move! Police!

Ma'am, stay right where you are.
We're not gonna hurt you.

Hands.
Put your hands in the air.

No, thanks.

Damn!

Knockout drugs, rope, bag.

'Looks like she was trying
to take Hightower alive.'

'Back to Red John.'

Yeah. Maybe. Let's go.

We've got a dead body out there.

Call it in, if we're still
here when the hotel security

gets here, we're gonna
be here forever.

We got a lot to do.
We gotta keep moving.

Wait. A lot of what to do?

We have to find a good spot
for a trap to lure Bertram

'a trap that Red John
will follow him into.'

Oh, simple, then. You're getting
that crazy look in your eyes.

- Calm down!
- Perfectly calm.

'Red John is
one step behind me'

'but he thinks
he's one step ahead'

so in effect, he's two steps
behind, and he doesn't know it.

He's gonna be overconfident
when he walks into my trap.

And what will you use
as a lure for this trap?

Can we move, please?

Because I can answer
all your questions in motion.

I'm clever like that.
Thank you.

Hey! There you are.

Hey, stranger.

Okay, I'm sorry, but I have
a good explanation.

Uh, Rigsby told me.
'Cause Hightower is back.

But I don't see why that means
you can't answer your phone.

I know, it's a long story.

But I've been
guarding Hightower

who is totally innocent,
but whoever killed Todd Johnson

is working with Red John.

Wow.

And...you were a suspect.

Me? You're kidding.

I know, right?

But we found who's the real
killer, so...you're cleared.

Oh, glad to hear.

So who is it?
Who's the real killer?

When I tell you,
you'll freak out.

But right now I have
to go relieve Lisbon

from guarding Hightower.

Hey, will you come
with me? It's a drive.

I don't know. This all sounds
kinda sketchy, so..

It is kinda sketchy.
Please?

Of course.
I'll go with you.

Thank you.

- 'Jane?'
- Yes?

Yes? I-I'm kind
of in a hurry here.

Oh, I can imagine.

Busy boy.

- How's Hightower?
- She's fine.

Still at that hotel,
is she?

Yes. Why do you ask?

No reason.

Okay.
Well, nice talking to you.

'Legislatures and
lawyers believe'

'Governor General Brown's
plan to eliminate'

'redevelopment agencies
is unconstitutional.'

'Because the state cannot
reimburse itself with..'

- Hi.
- Hello.

Uh, did we have
a meeting scheduled?

Uh, no, so listen, uh,
things went a little haywire

with Hightower last night.
Someone tried to kill her.

Oh?

Yes, which suggests
she's telling the truth

about being framed.

Well, maybe, but--

The thing is, I can still
get her to come in peacefully

but she insists
she wants to talk to you first

face to face,
nail down a deal.

- Me?
- She trusts you.

Well, she should.

Yeah, she...should, but I don't
know about any deal making.

She's a loose cannon,
to say the least.

She won't come in otherwise.

She says she'll take her story
straight to the media.

- That would not be good.
- No.

That would be bad.

So you'll do it.
Excellent.

She wants to meet
at 2:00 p.m. on the dot.

I will pick you up at 1:30.

W-Wait, wait. Uh..

Alright, I'll do it.

Good man.

- Here you go, boys.
- Hey, appreciate it.

- How much we owe you?
- It's on the CBI.

- It's the least we can do.
- 'Oh, thank you.'

Ma'am, we were debating who it
is who we're guarding in there.

I'm thinking
it's a celebrity.

If I told ya,
I'd have to kill ya.

'Fair enough.'

- Hey, look, a tadpole!
- Get it!

'Get it, Will! Get it!'

- Pizza's here!
- Pizza!

- Pizza!
- Pizza!

You saved me.

They were
about to turn on me.

- Hey, guys! Are you hungry?
- Yes.

'Why here?'

'Well, Hightower figured
no one would try to kill her'

'in a public place
like this.'

Here. Have a seat.

Excuse me.

Uh, can I get a pot
of your Lapsang Souchong?

- And..
- Coffee, black.

Jane, I can hear you
loud and clear.

Tap the table
if you can hear me.

- You got him, Rigs?
- Got him.

And all the doors
in and out.

'We got tape on everyone
who enters the mall.'

If Red John comes,
we got him on camera.

If he comes.

He will.

I'm sorry?

Oh, just, uh,
muttering to myself.

You don't seem nervous.

No. W-well, should
I be nervous?

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Dear Lord, we thank you
for this great food

'we are about to eat.'

We thank you for our friends.

We thank you
for your many blessings. Amen.

Amen.

Alrighty.

- Want some?
- Yeah, thanks.

They should be at the mall now.

Think it'll work?

Frankly, no.
Trying to be hopeful.

'You like that pizza?'

She's not coming,
is she?

She'll be here.

Just who exactly is trying
to kill her, anyhow?

Well, it's hard to say.

Who would be your guess?

Well, I run
the department, Patrick.

- I don't read case files.
- You have no idea at all?

None. You tell me.

Red John, of course.

Oh, of course.

I believe he has a friend
inside the CBI.

Oh, another one. Oh, good Lord,
this man's a prodigy.

I believe he has friends
all over the state.

Powerful friends.

- Oh, oh, come on.
- I'm serious.

You know..

I beg of you,
Patrick, seek help.

I sound crazy, don't I?
Maybe I am.

- Maybe I'm not.
- No, you don't sound crazy.

You just sound like a man
who's pushed himself too hard

who's reached
the end of his rope.

You need to take a break,
consult a therapist maybe.

I-I know a lot of doc..
Excellent doctors.

- Rope.
- Who have helped people--

The rope.
Did you kill Todd Johnson?

- What? N-no.
- Did you kill Todd Johnson?

No! What is wrong with you?

Rigsby, Cho,
she needed the rope

to climb over the balcony
to get to the room below.

She wasn't targeting room 605.
She was targeting room 505.

'Room 505.'

What's going on?

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Van Pelt.

This is
Agent O'Laughlin, FBI.

We're here relieving
Agent Lisbon.

- Good to meet ya.
- Yeah, likewise.

Oh, you know what?

- I left my phone in the car.
- Oh.

- Can I have the keys?
- There you go.

Thanks. Won't be a sec, alright?

Okay.

Can you get the gate?

Do you know
how beautiful you look?

Oh, hush.

'Oh, come on.'

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Jane,
this is totally unacceptable.

If I don't get an immediate
and clear explanation

on what the hell
is going on here.

I'm walking away right now.

Walk away. Walk away.

Alright, there will be
consequences.

Mark my words.

Answer your damn phone.

'Mommy!'

This is is what you're watching,
Mimi. No arguments.

Your shows are
too grown up for Will.

- Ya-hoo!
- You know that. You know it!

Hey, Jane, hold on a sec.

- Hey, guys.
- Hi, boss.

Hey!

- What's up?
- 'Lisbon, Listen to me.'

It's not Bertram.
It's O'Laughlin.

Oh, uh, Jane, I-I can't
hear you. What?

O'Laughlin. Red John's
man is O'Laughlin.

'Lisbon! Oh, my God!'

Lisbon.

Don't move.

What did you do, Craig?

Sorry about this,
Grace, truly.

I've grown genuinely
fond of you.

I don't understand.
Why are you doing this?

It's not you. It's me.

'Mom!'

'Stay there!'

'Come on,
don't look! Don't look!'

'Go in the room.
Come on.'

Craig. Craig.

Craig.

Grace.

Lisbon! Lisbon!

'Lisbon!'

- Lisbon.
- O'Laughlin's dead.

I'm wounded, but I'm okay.

Grace, call 911
from the landline.

Okay.

Are you gonna be alright?

I think I'll be alright.

Lisbon, listen to me.

Can you get
O'Laughlin's phone?

- 'I got it.'
- Great.

Press redial
and tell whoever answers..

...tell him O'Laughlin is dead.

Hey.

This is Agent Lisbon.
O'Laughlin's dead.

Oh, that's too bad.

Never mind. You win some,
you lose some I guess.

He says, never mind.
Win some, lose some.

I'll call you back.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Who were you just speaking to?

- Why is that your business?
- Don't play with me.

Sir, I don't know what
your issues are

but you're-you're making me
very uncomfortable.

Were you not just speaking
to Teresa Lisbon?

- To who?
- Who are you? What's your name?

Do I need to call security?

I'm just messing with ya.

You know who I am.

Tell me anyhow.

I have many names.

Some people call me Red John.

Mm-hmm.

Hollow points.

They make a fist-sized hole.

'But I won't hurt you
if I don't need to.'

It's great to meet you,
face to face so to speak.

I mean, the last time I saw you,
everything was so hyper.

So unrelaxed.

It's hard to talk
in that kind of environment.

How do I know you are
who you say you are?

That's a deep question.

How does anyone
really know who anyone is?

Who are you?

What do you want?

When O'Laughlin told me
about your little trap

I was so happy.

Perfect opportunity to teach you
one last lesson in humility

but no.

You prevailed for once.
Bravo.

'Sincerely, bravo. And you know
what? It's a good thing.'

It confirms
what I've been thinking.

- It is time to quit.
- Quit?

Yeah, no more killing,
no more blood. Enough.

Been there, done that.
I'm retiring.

Give myself a new face,
a new identity.

Start a new life.

I have skills
and-and resources that I can use

to really make a positive change
in this world for other people.

You know, for children.

I guess I've been..

...pursuing my own dreams
for so long, that I just..

I-I lost sight of what's
truly important in this world.

I think that happens
to a lot of people, don't you?

Am I supposed to laugh?

Why are you telling me
all this?

Well..

I think we have a connection
that needs to be honored.

I-I wanna say goodbye.

I want to apologize..

...for any pain
I might have caused you

and I want to release you from
this curse you've been under.

I'm not under a curse.

Doomed to
an endless, angry search

for a vengeance
you will never have.

I would call that a curse,
wouldn't you?

I look on it more as a hobby,
and I will have that vengeance.

Vengeance? On-on..

On what? Look at.. Look at me.
I'm just a regular guy.

I bet you-you thought
I'd have horns, huh?

Right? I'm not a monster.

I'm not the devil.

I'm just another human being
with flaws, and vices

and problems
just like anybody else.

Forget about me.

I'm not worth
ruining your life over.

Wherever you go,
you delusional freak

I will find you,
and I will kill you.

Andthen...then I will
forget about you.

Tough guy.

Here I am.

Let's see what you can do.
Come on.

You put that gun away,
and I'll show you what I can do.

See how we sound?

We sound like
kids...on a playground.

Don't you see that
I-I'm trying to do you a favor?

Seeking revenge..

...is a waste
of your precious time.

Your life is precious,
Patrick.

Get on with that precious life.

Find yourself a woman
to love, start a family.

When you're dead.

Okay.

I thought you might
take that attitude.

'Oh, well. I tried.'

Goodbye.

Hey, you can't just walk away.

I can't?

Your colleagues are gone.

What can you do
to stop me?

I don't know that
you reallyareRed John.

Fair enough.

Your wife was very clean.

She smelled like coal tar soap
and lavender.

Your daughter
smelled like sweat..

...and strawberries and cream.

I expect it was some kind
of kids' shampoo.

Please, wait.

Can I get the check, please?

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