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You clean up very nicely, if you don't mind me saying so.

I don't mind you saying so. Thanks.

You look pretty much the same as you always look.

Really? Yes.

This is my dating outfit. Really?

Is this your first date? I mean, since your wife died?

Do I seem out of practice?

Hi. Hi.

My name's Gerard. I'll be your server this evening. Would you like to hear our

specials? I'm sorry to interrupt, Gerard, but I'm getting a message from

your mother.

Janet?

Um, Janet.

Yes. Um, I'm sorry for your loss.

She's happy now, and she wants you to know that she sends her deepest love.

And, um, your Uncle Ed says...

Roll tide?

Does that mean anything to you? Roll tide?

My mother's brother, Edward, he died five years ago. He was a tight end in

Alabama in the 60s.

They're called the Crimson Tide.

That's their rallying cry, roll tide.

Oh.

Well, I'd like to have the soup de jus and the lamb medium and the arugula

salad and the fish for the lady. Thank you. You're welcome.

Thank you.

What?

Oh, come on.

You're so ferocious in your lack of faith.

Like, is it so hard to imagine that I'm not putting on an act? That I really am

what I say I am?

His mother sent a message. I wanted to help, that's all.

It happens to me all the time.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Roll tide.

Bad guys just keep on coming, huh?

I hate the internet.

Listen, if you'd like, I can deal. You go.

No, it's okay.

It's just a web alert for when a name we're interested in pops up.

Wayne?

What is it?

This is not good.

Relax. It's just a hoax. It's staged, almost certainly.

Oh, my God.

No.

Yes. No.

You went to jail?

Yes, I did.

What's so hard to believe?

For how long? I was there for two days and two very luxurious nights. Uh-huh.

Yeah. And how'd you get out?

I just escaped.

Uh-huh. I don't believe you for one second. It wasn't that difficult.

It's all timing.

Uh-huh.

I'm not kidding.

Okay. Uh-huh.

Excuse me.

Hey. Christina, I'm... Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's work.

Hello? Jane, you need to come to the office.

Right now.

It was posted on the internet an hour ago on a popular notice board.

There's a message that goes with it.

I am becoming what I was meant to be. Your children's children will worship

me.

We don't know when or where the video was made. It appears to be an 08

Silverado parked outside the house, so it's got to be at least that recent.

Has Red John made videos or issued statements like this before? No.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, hi, Christina.

Good to see you.

That poor girl.

Yeah, yeah.

For what it's worth, I'm getting a sense that she died very recently.

Her body will be discovered very soon.

She's near water.

Does this feel like Red John to you?

I'm not getting a read on that.

The whole Internet aspect is interesting, though, isn't it? I mean,

why put it up there? This clip's had over a million viewers. A desire for

fame?

Patrick, you're being very quiet. What are you thinking?

I'd have to see the crime scene.

CHP just reported a homicide in the Bay Area. Smiley face on the wall. College

student named Marley Sparrow. Roommate founder called it in about a half hour

ago. Let's get ready to go.

Bay Area.

Yes, that is close to water. That's uncanny.

Oh, come on. That's pretty good.

I am feeling a strong connection to this case somehow.

Madeline, can we have a word, please?

Yeah.

Excuse us.

She's going to ask if she can come along with us.

Obviously, that's your call, but I hope that you refuse.

Because I won't work with her.

I will quit.

What's your objection? If she can help us, why not?

Nothing she says is more than clever guesswork.

So, she has essentially the same skills as you.

Without all the drama.

What's the deal?

Red John is mine.

Okay. Okay, I hear you.

Sorry to interrupt, but... Please.

I was going to offer my services, but I get the sense Mr. Jane is telling you

that he won't work with me.

The last thing I want to do is upset this investigation.

But if I have any more feelings about the case, can I call you?

Of course, Christina.

Always be glad to hear your thoughts.

Have a good night. Thank you.

Listen, uh... I completely understand.

No hard feelings.

Okay.

That was an unusual date, huh?

Thank you.

I'll see you soon, I hope.

Um, could you... Oh, yeah, sure.

Oh.

Bye. Bye.

Guys, give me a minute, please.

Thank you.

Hey, Marley.

I'm gonna get this iron out for you.

Hey, hey, Patrick Jane.

Long time.

So, keep up, dude.

My people need to do their thing.

It won't be long.

Hmm.

Hoovering up the, uh, little psychic ectoplasm.

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing.

We have a schedule to keep, amigo.

Tick-tock.

Sooner you're done fooling around, sooner my people can find actual clues.

It's from Iowa.

She played the guitar. She liked dark chocolate, sudoku, and snowboarding.

Shy but strong.

Honorable. Modest.

Didn't drink or smoke.

Parents died when she was very young. And after college, she wanted to go into

family law and help foster kids like herself.

Or become a singer.

She hadn't made up her mind yet.

Yeah, that's great, dude. But where's Red John?

No, this wasn't Red John.

So you say.

So I say.

Make sure you have your people send those papers and journals to the CBI

office. Will do.

Thank you.

Marley was the best.

The best person.

A beautiful soul.

Ruth, you found her body, yes?

When I entered your house, did you notice anything unusual before you found

the body? Something missing or out of place?

No, I don't think so. How long had you been gone? Two days. No boarding?

Marley was supposed to come, but then her boyfriend was coming over to see

her, so she stayed.

Boyfriend's name?

Grady Shipp.

He's a policeman in San Francisco.

They've been dating for, like, a month.

Okay, what was he like? Nice guy?

Marley really liked him a lot.

Said he was super nice.

But I don't know, we never actually met him.

No? She'd go to his place mostly.

And when he came by here, he'd wait for her in his car.

Weird. No? I think Marley was a bit embarrassed for hooking up with a cop,

you know?

So she kept him on the down low.

Embarrassed why?

Marley was cool.

And we'll... Cops are sort of nerds with guns, aren't they? Ruth.

Hello.

No offense.

Sorry. Marley Sparrow. Yes, I was her academic advisor for two semesters. Nice

enough girl, but not as clever as she likes to think she is. But none of them

are, are they?

Did you notice any changes in her behavior recently?

No, but nor do I pay close attention.

They're all empty vessels to be filled with knowledge. Here is a horrible

coincidence.

Last semester, I taught a criminology elective, Murder, Myth, and Marketing,

The Serial Killer as Commodity.

Red John was actually mentioned in our class discussions. Isn't that eerie?

Who mentioned him? What'd they say?

Oh, damned if I know. It was eight or nine months ago.

Do you have a student list from the class?

You know, I do.

I do.

Somewhere.

I do. We would love to get a look at that list.

So there's no Grady ship with any San Fran police agency. There's no Grady

ship, period.

There was a Grady ship once.

Killed a native next door neighbor in Little Rock back in the 90s. It was

lethally injected by the state of Arkansas in 2002.

Huh. So Marley's boyfriend doesn't want anybody to see his face, and he named

himself after a cannibal.

That's two strikes against him. Jim, we don't have a name or a description.

The roommate Ruth said that he never got out of his car. Maybe we can get a make

and model from her. Greatest ship.

In 1989, he did a six-month spell in the same wing at Lompoc as Orville Tanner.

Orville Tanner? Right, John's right.

You have the entire Lompoc prison registry in your head?

Well, only the 11 sections.

What does it mean? Is it a joke? Maybe Marley's boyfriend is Richard.

That doesn't make any sense.

In the hunt for this beast known as Red John.

Well, he's not a beast, Jackie.

He's a human being.

Now, he has done terrible things, but he is still capable of redemption.

Like all of us.

Red John.

If you're listening to us now I urge you to reach out and get help.

You can change.

What the hell are you thinking?

Don't you understand who you're dealing with?

I do understand, yes. No, you don't. Clearly, you don't understand.

I asked Miss Fry here so that I could fully express my deep dismay. I was

speaking from the heart. That may be.

But you are also hustling for business, and that's okay.

But you present me now with a problem.

We don't have any obligation to protect you. I wasn't asking for protection.

It's completely unnecessary.

Red John is not coming after me. Are you blind?

You've done exactly what I did.

I went on television and talked about him as though I knew him, and he killed

my wife and child.

Patrick, he was punishing you because you lied about him.

I was telling the truth.

He won't take offense with me.

He might even listen to what I said. In fact, I believe he will.

People do change, Patrick. It's possible.

Agent Hightower, I'm truly sorry for dismaying you.

If you'll excuse me, I have some other appointments.

She needs 24-hour protection the best that you can provide.

The SAC PD Special Protection Unit will provide security. The CBI will be on the

inside bodyguarding Ms. Fry. Jane and I will take the first shift. The next 24

-hour rotation will be split among us, alternating with the Sparrow case.

Well, we're going to have to stop protecting her sooner or later. That's

when he'll go for her. He'll just wait.

Van Pelt, what do you got?

We're looking for Grady Shipp, right? This is Morley's address book.

That's different writing. Maybe that's Grady Shipp himself.

Can I? Keep digging.

Ringsby, take Cho with you. Check it out. Yeah, you got it.

Hello?

Blood? Yep.

Eggs, blood maybe.

For practice?

What is it?

Lens cap.

Interesting.

Practicing the red John symbol and not just watching us pursue him, but filming

the pursuit.

What does it mean?

It means Marley Sparrow's killer loves cameras.

He's a voyeur, a fanboy, a slasher movie geek.

Great. But where does that take us now?

Like in a car?

Well, try the campus film club.

All right.

Nice place, huh?

Tasteful?

To me, it looks like we're about to pay way too much money to get our legs

waxed. Hi.

I was just making some lunch. Would you like something to eat? Sure. Thanks.

I'm good.

Patrick, on reflection, I'm truly sorry for the situation I put you in.

I hadn't thought through your involvement. All right.

I'll eat some lunch. Just please don't make a fuss.

Miss Ketchum?

Leaseman. Okay. I knew I'd forgotten something.

Okay.

There it is.

I thought for sure I'd sent that. Sent what? The class list of the students in

my criminology class.

Your colleague could ask for it. And you're chair of the film club also?

I have that honor.

You know what? I have the film club register here as well.

Okay.

Yes. Yes.

Would you like to see it?

Yes, that would be good.

Okay. Ah, there you go.

Now, where were you Tuesday night, Miss Ketchum?

Oh, how thrilling.

Am I a suspect?

Are you?

Well, I like to think I can still summon that kind of passion.

So, where were you?

Home, alone.

Reading a murder mystery, actually.

and there's only one name on both lists wesley blankfine oh wait you just made a

face well he is a sweet boy rather a good actor actually

but uh strange strange yeah i can't really put my finger on it it's a

look in his eyes yep that's him i remember when he moved in i mentioned to

him he was a little older than most of our students and he said he needed to

escape from his mother

Which I thought was an odd response.

When did you last see him?

Three weeks ago, maybe.

I figured he had a girlfriend.

Nothing here.

Oh, hey, Dylan.

Oh, hey, you guys, quick question.

You guys said Marley's boyfriend waited for her outside in her car?

Yes. Do you recall what type of car he drove?

Um, it was black, I think.

I'm bad with cars. It was a black SUV.

What car did Blank find drive?

Uh, he didn't have a car.

Try locating Blankfein's mother. Maybe she knows where he is.

All right, let me know.

Wesley Blankfein's in the wind. Looks like he might be good for this.

I don't think so.

Marley made contact with me. The name Blankfein doesn't resonate.

Marley made contact with you? Yes.

Of course.

I think we might have had enough of your crime-fighting skills, Christina.

It might be best to stick to the crystal therapy and the foot massages.

Reflexology. Right.

Reflexology.

This is Lisbon.

Agent Fenton, FBI.

Yeah, we got a case here in Lake Tahoe.

Looks like your boy Red John.

Victim's name is Jacqueline Sandoval.

Want to come take a look?

You can smile your arrogant smile and act like you know everything about

everything, but you don't.

There are whole worlds that you can't even begin to understand.

Synchronized swimming is the only world that springs to mind, but I'm sure

you're right. There may be many others.

What's the matter?

Red John killed the woman who interviewed you.

It's Red John, all right.

Okay, I'll reach out to the feds. I'll make sure they keep us in the loop.

We've got to get back to Christina Fry's place. There are cops all around her

house. Van Pelt is with her, and there's other CBI agents on their way. She's

safe.

I am confident Red John's not going to go in there. That is exactly why he

might. If he does, we'll get him.

Do you really want to hang out at Christina's house waiting for Red John

to show up? Let's just go back to the office. We'll work the Morley Sparrow

case. There's nothing useful that I can do there. This Blank Fine character, he

looks good for it, right?

Go and wait for Red John.

It's not a good idea, though.

Hey, we're in Nevada.

You can't just walk off and leave me here.

Hey. Hey, boss.

So Wesley Blankfein's mother is Myra Hauser Blankfein, an actress in Franklin

Heights. And she owns a black SUV like Grady should dress.

Good. Go check her out.

No. It's a long drive.

You leave now, you'll be there by the morning.

Grace, thank you.

How you doing?

I'm doing fine.

Red John certainly made his point.

Quite possibly, he'll leave things be now.

I know he will.

I have a clear vision of him.

He needs to create fear, that's all.

He's done that now, and he feels calm, and I'm perfectly safe.

Will you stop that nonsense?

You wanted to promote your psychic business, and you made a big mistake.

Now, will you just... Will you please just own it?

Why are you here? I am here because I want to protect you.

How are you going to protect me?

If Red John comes through that door right now, what are you going to do,

hypnotize him? I will do what I need to do.

If Red John wants to reach me, he will.

I choose to believe that he doesn't want to. Now, please, go away. I'm gone.

What?

You're wasting your time.

Ma'am, we're looking for Mrs. Blankfein and her son.

Gone and left the cats to starve. It's not right.

Do you know where they went?

Nope. Never leaves before.

Never. Every day, 11 o'clock, like a machine. She's watching her TV shows.

Three days now, I hear nothing.

Quiet, like the grave.

How about her son Wesley? Have you seen him?

Nope. Gone, too. Did it occur to you that Mrs. Blankfein might be dead in

there? Yes, it did.

But there'd be a smell, wouldn't there? She was dead.

Step back inside, please, ma'am.

Bedroom's clear.

Brigsby.

Oh, jeez.

G.S.

Grady Shipp.

Bingo.

Inside the mind, Wesley Blankfein, a.k.a. Grady Shipp. Not pretty.

It looks like he's obsessed with Marley, so he builds a shrine.

And he fakes up all these photos of them together.

Then he tries to turn the fantasy into a reality.

Imposing his greedy ship, he asks her out. And she says yes. Big mistake.

Fantasy and reality collide, and she dies.

Sounds about right.

Where the hell is he?

Where's his mom?

You didn't find anything useful in the apartment? No computer, nothing?

No. A lot of cats.

The pictures of Marley, they were all taken at different times and places.

The pictures of Wesley were all taken in the same place.

Nowhere we've been.

Maybe that's a safe house for him. Nothing to say where it is, though.

Jane. I want to take a look, see if you see anything useful.

Yeah, sure.

If you want.

There's a photo of Wesley with a sign in the distance, a yellow KC backward on a

pole. His shadow is pointing right to him.

Yeah, it's way small back there, but I see it.

Yeah, that's the logo for Kenny's Chili, Southern California fast food chain.

It's about 50 or so. Memorized trademarks?

With Wesley's long shadow and the golden light, that would say afternoon, sun is

in the west.

So that puts Kenny's due east of this location.

About a block and a half, I'd say.

Huh?

He's right.

50 or so outlets?

Hardware store and a liquor store on the block right next to it. That should

narrow it down.

Get on it.

Thank you. Oh, no.

We should make that call.

What call?

Right. Like I'm not a detective, too?

Hey, Jane, it's Grace.

Christina's taking a nap. I can get her for you, if you'd like. I appreciate

that, Grace. Thank you.

Christina?

Christina, I have a thing for you.

Open the door.

Christina?

Christina?

How did Christina get past the guards? We don't know, but she also packed a

bag. She took her passport and her credit card so we can assume she wasn't

abducted. No, no, no, no. You can't assume.

Red John could have gotten in and taken her.

Maybe, but the likelihood is she panicked and ran somewhere to hide.

Yeah, or maybe he lured her out somehow.

We'll check the phone records.

Let's start contacting her relatives and friends. She's out there somewhere.

Forgive me, Agent Lisbon, but belay that order.

The search for Christina Fry will now be conducted by the missing persons unit.

What?

They're the best at what they do.

They will find her if she can be found.

And then, Pelt, snap out of it.

Wasn't your fault.

Yes, ma'am. Move on.

All right, where are we on the Marley Sparrow case?

We have a suspect at large by the name of Wesley Blankfein.

He's been obsessed with both Red John and Marley Sparrow. He seems to have

created an alter ego by the name of Grady Shipp.

It's after a killer with Red John connections.

Any leads?

All our photos he took. We've ID'd six possible locations for what we assume is

Blank Find's safe house.

It's pretty much a long shot, but it's all we have. Okay. All right, go to it.

Let's start divvying up the locations.

Joe, you take Riverside County, bring Rigsby with you, and Pals and I take the

San Bernardino locations.

Jane, you stay here. Take a break.

I don't need a break.

I think you do.

I'd rather keep active.

You're too hyped up to be out in the field. Oh, that's nonsense.

I agree with Lisbon. Get some rest.

Some rest.

Just lie down and catch up on some Z's.

Kick back with a good book. Rest?

I'm fine.

Debatable.

You want me to ask the site counselor for an evaluation?

Sorry. Leave

a

message, I'll call you back.

Lisbon, it's Jane.

I found it. It's 52 North Esperanza, Hotel Del Corona in Salinger Mill.

I'm going to.

I'm going to wait for you, Kenny's.

OK, give me a call when you get this message. Thank you.

Welcome, Detective.

I'm Grady Shipp.

So good of you to come visit me.

You're a lucky man.

Very lucky.

Tonight, you will have the dying honor.

Let me do that again.

Tonight.

You will have the honor of dying as a sacrifice to the Holy Master, Red John.

Behold, the blood sacrament of the Master.

Stop.

You want to try that again?

Just try it again.

Say it like you mean it. You know, where's the passion gone?

Behold the blood sacrament of the master. I'm not buying it. Come on Just

just stop for a second. Think think about what you're doing here. Then we'll

start again from the top, okay?

Uh It's alright wise I know what's going on there got your mother tell day

Yeah, how'd you know they're forcing you to play a part in their sick little

movie yes You're playing the part of Grady ship, right?

Yes. It's okay.

It's okay.

Dylan?

Ruth?

We need to talk.

Thank you very much for totally ruining a freaking brilliant scene.

Jerk.

Hush, Dil.

How did you know it was us?

Oh, you were the only people that mentioned Grady's ship. He was your

creation.

And it was you that killed Marley, wasn't it, Dylan?

Wesley couldn't hurt a fly.

It's a truly sick individual that did that.

It was me, actually.

Oh. Dill's much better with the camera.

And Marley?

Deserved what she got.

Pious little bitch.

Keep the camera running.

This is all good stuff.

No offense, but you wouldn't know good stuff if it smacked you in the face.

This is just a corny slasher movie.

Yeah, but real, dude.

Real blood.

Real guts.

Yours. Wesley, let's wrap this scene up now, okay? Gonna pick it up right at the

end, hold the blood, et cetera, and then stab the sucker, okay?

I don't know.

What do you not know?

This man is dead.

Okay, the only question is whether you and your mom want to live or you want to

die. Like him. Okay, that's your choice. Those people are nuttier than a

fruitcake. They're gonna kill you regardless.

You don't have to do this.

We are not monsters, Wesley.

We're artists.

We are making art.

When the movie's done, of course you and your mom are free to go.

With our gratitude for your help.

Stay calm.

Hold the blood.

Wesley.

I'm sorry.

Wesley. The blood.

No, it's okay. Wesley.

If there's one thing I can't tolerate, it's cheap imitations of my work.

Do you know who I am?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night

What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?

I almost forgot.

Christina would want me to send her love.

She's very fond of you, despite your differences.

Roll tide.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You're sure he said nothing?

Nothing at all?

Nothing.

Tiger, tiger, running bright in the forests

of the night.

What a mortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?