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Hey, Patrick. Lorelei.

Perhaps we can
see each other again.

I do what Red John
tells me to do.

Accept his friendship.

It's that easy?

Sure. And you'll need
to bring him a gift.

What kind of gift?
Teresa Lisbon's dead body

would be the perfect thing.

Good luck, Teresa. Love you.

Well, the question remains,
why did Jane do this?

Orders from Red John?
I don't know what to think.

I want arrest warrants prepped
for every single member

of that CBI team,
dead or alive.

FBI! Nobody move!

CBI! Don't shoot!
We're CBI agents!

You're making a terrible mistake.
Get out.

Got the gift?

Red John in there?
Mm-hmm.

Our fake deaths were a ruse
to trap Red John, and it worked.

What if you and I
were friends?

Imagine the life we could lead.

Go to hell.

You're gonna break down
and you're gonna tell us

everything you know
about Red John.

You're gonna sing like a bird.

No, lover. I won't.

Yes, you will.

Yes,
you will.

We're up.

What?

We have a case.

Now?

You can't talk to her yet
anyhow.

I'll be right there.

Hey. You can't leave
your car there.

Hey, boys.

You the responding officer?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

What have you got?

A 9-1-1 call came in
from this location. 7:33 p.m.

But, uh, nobody spoke.

Door was unlocked, and, uh,
this is how we found 'em.

This is Rex Lango
and, uh, Callie Karlsen.

They both worked together

at the hotel
convention center.

Uh, this is her place.

Mm.

So the door was already open?
Yes, sir.

I figure the marks

and bruising on the neck
indicate strangulation and, uh,

he got clubbed to death
with the bottle, ah?

Yes. Nice analysis there,
Yannick.

Couldn't have killed each other,
could they?

Unlikely. She'd have to be
conscious and active

to hit him with that bottle.

Check out the lipstick
on his cheek.

Yeah, so it's
your classic love triangle.

Third wheel comes in,
finds these two kissing,

whacks the rival
with the bubbly,

chokes out jezebel here.
Yeah, that's pretty much what I...

Uh, figured. Yeah.

Jane? Thoughts?

Well, the champagne's
an excellent vintage.

Callie didn't have
a steady boyfriend.

Uh, no spare toothbrush.

She believes--poor soul--
in a benevolent universe,

and she, uh, comes from money.

- Money? She works in a hotel.
- I've seen enough.

We're out of here.
Let forensics do their job.

So, uh, if you need me,
you know where to find me.

Thank you, officer Yannick.
You're welcome. My pleasure.

Anytime.

What are you guys doing here?

What are you doing here?

Hey. Hey, Teresa.

What's up? You're all under
suspension, aren't you?

We were told
to cover your calls.

Suspension? What?
Who are you guys?

FBI. Walk away.

You didn't hear? The suspensions
have been lifted.

The brass made a deal.

Yeah, we heard
that they were talking.

They put a lid
on the whole thing.

It's business as usual.
Suspension's lifted.

So you guys don't need
to be here.

Look, I'm sorry
for the mix-up.

Wait. Wait.
You mean to tell me

that after the monumental
crap storm you guys created,

they're just gonna
let you walk away?

I'm stunned, frankly.

I understand.

I mean, you destroyed
the career of a fine FBI agent.

You--you caused the death
of your own boss.

And this one?

This one's got assault,
narcotics,

and fraud charges
against him.

Dismissed.
Part of the deal. Phew.

How'd you get
such a sweet deal?

Uh, we got a deal because, uh,

it was the FBI that messed up,
not me or the CBI. The FBI.

That's right.
That's incorrect.

- Oh, touche.
- We were this close

to catching Red John
before you blew it.

And even in spite
of your interference,

we caught Lorelei Martins,
so she's our--

She's our suspect,
and we want her back.

You're not getting her.

Oh, we'll see about that.

We'll see.

"We'll see"?

Your inarticulate rage is
understandable,

but it's misplaced. You should
probably just calm down.

You calm yourself down.
I'm not angry.

No? Your temples are pulsing

like some weird
undersea creature.

If that's not anger,
you should see a doctor.

Jane, stop.

Okay, I'm going.
Nice to see you.

Watch this one.

He's a hothead.

I am sorry.
He does that.

- I'm not angry.
- I believe you.

I just think you people
should be in jail,

- not out working cases.
- That's right.

But we're not in jail.
We're here, so keep moving.

Or else what,
you're gonna make us move?

If you like.

Then go ahead.
Make me move.

All right, that's enough.
You're both being childish.

Take your hands off! Get off me!
Hey! Hey!

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Come on.

Hey!
Come on!

- Get your hands off me!
- Break it up!

Come on.

- Sorry.
- Come on, people.

- Oh!
- Come on!

I'll see you back at the office.

Guys, come on.

Stop it!

Get off! Get off! No! Hey!

♪ The Mentalist 5x01 ♪
The Crimson Ticket
Original Air Date on September 30, 2012

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- Welcome back.
- Thank you so much.

I could not be less happy
to be back.

And, uh...

I'd like to take
this opportunity

to thank you for, uh...

- fixing things.
- Yes, sir. We--

you know, I thought
I had, as you say,

fixed things,

and now I discover that you
and your FBI counterparts

have been fighting...
at a crime scene?

Sir, it was--

If I can persuade
the FBI

to forget this latest
incident,

you, Jane, are down to
your very last chance.

A-and you are only
granted this chance

because to get rid of you now
would be evidence

of the scandal we are trying
so hard to conceal!

Looking on the bright side,

we have Lorelei Martins.

She can lead us
to Red John.

She knows who he is.

California's most notorious
serial killer,

caught on your watch.

Well, that remains
to be seen.

But until I negotiate
an arrangement with the feds,

you cannot talk to her.

That's the deal!

I understand.
But here's the thing.

The FBI can't have her.

In a half an hour, I have to
stand up at a press conference

and lie to the people
of California

in order to protect you,

and you are arguing
with me now?!

They can't have her.

I will do my best
to keep her, but you have--

I promise, uh, there'll be
no more trouble from me.

I-I won't say a word
at this press conference.

You're damn right you won't
say a word,

'cause you won't be there!
Hmm.

Alexa.

Hi.

We still have a deal,
right?

I'd rather eat spiders,
but, yeah, we still have a deal.

Good, good.

God, you look fabulous,
by the way.

Camera ready.
Is--is my tie straight?

You understand, Gale,
this matter doesn't end here.

You have to give us
Lorelei Martins,

or there'll be consequences
down the line.

Consequences for whom?

It was your agents that killed
the best chance we've had yet

of catching Red John.

It was your Agent Darcy
that killed Wainright.

Tragic outcome
in a deadly force situation.

Agent Darcy is devastated.

She's had a nervous collapse,
in fact.

Your people committed
deliberate crimes.

Well, that's debatable.

Look!

We have agreed to a cover-up.
That's the deal.

If you're saying now
that...

you're gonna dig this all up
again unless I do your bidding,

then no deal.

No, let--let's
tell the truth right now.

An FBI agent shot and killed
a CBI agent

in the midst
of a botched operation.

It'll be a huge scandal,
we'll probably lose our jobs,

but I'm sure we'll both
feel better for it.

I am very proud to tell you
that last week,

in a joint FBI/CBI
sting operation

of great complexity
and danger,

Lorelei Martins,
a close associate

of notorious serial killer
Red John, was arrested.

Tragically,
in the course of that operation,

CBI Special Agent in charge
Luther Wainright

was shot and killed.
Gale?

Luther Wainright
was a good friend,

a valued colleague, and we all
mourn his passing deeply.

He's a hero.

As part of the sting operation,

one of our operatives,
Patrick Jane,

had criminal charges
fabricated against him

in order to go undercover,

and we apologize to the public
for that deception.

Today, the story is
of the great job done

by these two teams
of consummate professionals

working together in harmony.

Questions?

This working in harmony business
is very hard to believe.

There's a very long public
history of disharmony

between your two bureaus.

That's why they call it
history, Josh.

- It's in the past.
- Exactly.

What we're celebrating today
is the dawn of a new era.

Just this morning,
these two teams

began work on another
case together.

A double murder
in Dupont Gardens.

Best of luck on that one, guys.
Go get 'em.

Let's call it a truce,
shall we, guys?

I mean, we're all
grownups here.

- Yep, sure.
- Yeah.

Nice place.

It is.

This is like a bad date.

I wish these bozos
would just vanish.

Wow. Four cops.

Must be a red ball, huh?

A red ball?

Well, that's what you guys
call an urgent case, right?

All murder cases are urgent.

Yes, of course. I--

I would never imply
otherwise. I--

What can you tell us
about Callie and Rex?

Um, Callie has been with us
two years as a housekeeper.

Reliable. Always upbeat.

Really, uh, just
a lovely girl.

Well, a woman, that is.

Uh, Rex Lango
I don't know so well.

He's only been here
a couple weeks

and, uh, works over
in tech support.

But he seems like, you know,
a good fellow.

He--uh, punctual.

Were they friends? Lovers?

Uh, well, I wouldn't know.

Um, you know, you should
check with their workmates.

Yes, me and Callie
were friends.

She was such a good,
kind person.

Poor thing.
Oh, my God.

Did she have any boyfriend
troubles that you know of?

Nuh-unh. Men were always
asking her out,

but she would always
say no.

Was anybody bothering her?

Not that she told me.

What was her relationship
with Rex Lango?

- None, I don't think.
- Hmm.

What about Mr. Norris?
Did he have a thing for Callie?

Oh, you think Mr. Norris?

He would ogle her.

But he did that
to all the women--

ogle them and, you know,
cop a feel sometimes.

He always asks people out,
but nobody says yes,

because he had a girlfriend
once who worked here,

and they broke up,
and he fired her butt so fast.

- Hmm.
- You think he did this?

Did you get
anything useful?

- Nope. You?
- Nope.

Be right back.

Nah, nothing useful.

Uh, excuse me.
Mr. Norris?

Uh, thank you so much for
your help in the investigation.

I just have a couple more
questions before we go.

Yeah.

Um... how many employees

are you responsible for
here at the hotel?

I supervise 210 employees.

Wow. That is a lot.

Yeah. Have you ever seen
your mother naked?

What?! No!

Well, we'll leave that alone
for a moment.

Let me ask you this.

Have you ever looked
at Callie Karlsen

in a sexual way?

No!

I mean, you know,
she's an attractive...

- Woman.
- Sure.

I didn't look away.

So, yes, you looked at her
sexually.

Uh, have you touched her?

No!

Why are you shielding
your right side?

Are you hiding something?

Hiding? I'm not hiding
anything!

Something. Your--your
inside jacket pocket

- is making you nervous.
- No!

- What do you have in there?
- Uh, w--nothing. Oh. Okay.

A wallet.

Wh-why are you wanting
to hide your wallet from us?

I don't. It's just a wallet.

- Hey, you can't do that.
- It's a gray area.

Okay--there's nothing
in there.

Well, lookee here. Callie Karlsen.
That's our girl, isn't it?

Couldn't resist
a souvenir, huh?

Okay. I have never
seen that before in my life.

Really? Has this wallet been
out of your possession recently?

No, but--I swear,
I-I've never seen that before.

- I swear to God.
- Well, I tell you what, Mr. Norris.

Why don't we talk some more
downtown,

see if we can solve
this mystery?

No. No, no, no. No, no.
I've got a hotel to run.

- I cannot--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a second.

He's our suspect.

Looks like he's ours to me.

Oh, no. That's not fair.

Fair? What are you,
seven years old? Fair!

Tell you what.
You give us Lorelei Martins,

we'll give you this guy.

That's fair.

No? Okay. Bye-bye.

Bastards.

Hey, no need to be
so grumpy.

You got your wish.

You wanted them to vanish?

Vanished.

What is so funny?
They took our suspect.

No, they took
their suspect.

Norris isn't our man?

Small hands,
addicted to routine.

No way a man like that
strangles a woman on impulse.

- But the photos in his wallet--
- Planted.

I took them
from Callie's apartment

for just such an occasion.

You know full well that is
illegal in 20 different ways.

- Oh...
- What about your promise to Bertram?

I had my fingers crossed.

Didn't you wish for Mancini
and Smith to just disappear?

Well, voila, your wish
was granted, like magic.

Now we can focus
on catching the real killer

while the FBI's
dealing with Norris.

That is not the point.

We're supposed
to be rebuilding

our relationship
with the FBI.

- Rebuilding trust.
- Trust is not an option.

Red John has a friend
inside the FBI.

If they get hold of Lorelei,
she will die or escape.

Oh, God, here we go.
How do you know that?

Red John told me.

Well, he was lying, of course,
to muddy the waters.

Why would he tell you
the truth?

Because he knows we'll assume
he's lying.

And he knows we'll begin
to suspect the truth anyway.

It's a double bluff
to conceal his friend.

Or he's lying
and he has no friend in the FBI.

Why are you so determined
to believe that?

Because I would like to feel
solid ground under my feet.

I would like to trust
somebody or something.

You know, you, with your
wheels within wheels--

you're driving me nuts.

Hey, boss.

Hey, Grace.

Where are we with Karlsen
and Lango?

Uh, looked into
the phone records.

No calls in or out
for Lango that evening.

Callie Karlsen called
Nicola Karlsen at 7:15,

18 minutes before
the 9-1-1 call.

Hey, boss. Where's the FBI?

They are pursuing
other inquiries.

Sweet!

Listen to me.

The FBI is a fine
organization,

and they are our partners.

We need to work with them.
They deserve our respect

and our trust--
am I clear?

Yeah.

Did you contact the sister?

Yes. She lives out in Boone.
She was out of contact

for two days at a swap meet in Tahoe.
Got home this morning.

The local sheriff
gave her the news.

What's her story?

Oh, the Karlsen family
used to own

half of Alameda county.

Lost it all
in the crash of '06,

parents died a year later--
highway collision.

Nicola is the older sister.
Single mom, two kids.

Jewelry designer is what
it says on her I.R.S. forms.

What about Lango?

Moved to town from L.A.
six months ago.

No rap sheet on him.
No relatives or friends nearby.

We went through his apartment.
Nothing.

Bare bones.
Mattress on the floor.

Running from something,
maybe?

Keep digging on Lango.
It sounds promising.

Jane and I will go
talk to the sister.

You two go and canvass
the crime scene

like you should have instead
of fighting with the FBI!

- Yes, boss.
- Yes, boss.

Hey, Yannick.

Agents.

- Thanks for your help.
- No problemo.

Just don't hit me, okay?

Funny.

Hey, no offense, but...
I never saw that before.

Law enforcement agents
fighting it out in the street?

You guys are hard-core, man!
Ha.

Yes. Uh, so, anyway,
we started canvassing already.

Nothing useful so far.

- Let's check out the rest of...
- Yeah.

All right. Thank you very much
for your time. Appreciate it.

Saw a young fellow
over there--

same one they've been showing
on the TV--

got beat to death.

And you saw
just one man?

- Rex Lango?
- Yes, sir.

Knocking on her door
about 6:30.

We were sitting out in the sun,
then we came inside.

Did you ever see him
around here before?

No, first time.

She didn't have
visitors much.

And then later we heard
a scream from over that way,

just a little short one,
like, uh, "aah!"

And you weren't concerned?

Well, no. At the time,
I thought it was,

you know, passion.

I said to Bucky,
"good for her.

That Karlsen girl
got a boyfriend at last."

And what time was this?

I know what time it was

because we were checking our
lottery tickets on the TV.

It was 10 past 7:00.

Here's me thinking
her luck had changed,

when really, she was dying.

Poor girl.

I'll be right back.

Hi. Um, you must be
the CBI.

We're very sorry
for your loss.

Uh, girls, could you maybe
take the boys to your place,

watch some TV or something?

I was at a crafts fair
in the Sierras.

The hippie geniuses in charge
picked a place

with great vibes and no cell phone
reception. So I didn't get this message.

Nic!
Call me as soon as you can!

I didn't get that call till
last night when I came home.

Then I called her,
and called...

and called, and then the sheriff
came by this morning.

Nicola, tell us
about your sister.

To be honest, we haven't found
a motive yet.

Who would want to hurt
Callie?

I mean, she was a warm,
happy spirit.

Everybody loved her.

Did she have any failed
relationships in her past?

No.

What about feuds
with neighbors

or financial disputes,
maybe somebody who felt burned

when your family's business
went under?

We paid off all the debts.

All of them.

That's why I'm here
doing this, a--

and Callie was cleaning rooms
instead of going to college.

Wow, you make some
beautiful things here.

Thank you.

Do you know Rex Lango?

Is that the man
who died with her?

No, I've never heard
the name before.

Well, it seems that, uh,
Callie and Rex were, uh,

about to drink a very nice
vintage champagne--

1975. About, uh, 500 bucks
a bottle, I'd guess.

At least.

That was the last
from my dad's cellar.

There's no way Callie'd take it
out of the fridge herself.

She'd been saving
that bottle for years

for a special occasion,
like a talisman.

She would have told you
if there was

a relationship brewing
with her and Lango?

Yes. Absolutely.

We're very close.

Callie was not interested
in finding a man.

She wanted to go
to college first

and get her career going.

And what kind of career
did she want?

She had all kinds
of big hopes.

She was the optimist
of the two of us.

She always said our luck was
gonna turn somehow.

I always said...

"Don't hold your breath."

Oh, sorry.

Excuse me.
I have to take this.

Hello?

There's good news, Jane.

The FBI folded
on Lorelei Martins.

She's all yours.

Folded? Well,
that's not like them.

You want her or not?

Yes. I'm on my way.

Uh, we need to go soon.

That's all for now,
Nicola.

Mm.

But I want you to know
we're gonna do everything we can

to bring whoever did this
to justice.

Yes, we sure will.

I don't really care
who did this.

Justice for them
won't help Callie or me.

That was rude.
I'm sorry.

It's your job. I'm sure
you do it very well.

No apology needed.
You make a very valid point.

Can I ask you--how much
is this particular one?

What are you thinking?

She's ready to crack.

Nicola?

Lorelei.

I meant,
what are you thinking

of the case
we're working on now?

Well, that one's a puzzle
isn't it?

What the hell is the motive?

I don't think it was
the sister. I like her.

So did you buy that
bracelet for Lorelei?

- No, just a whim.
- Mm.

I liked it.

When I talk to her,
I need to be alone.

You will be.

I mean, with nobody
watching or listening.

I need to be able
to tell her truthfully

that we are alone.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Just be careful.

Don't get pulled
into her game.

What game is that?

I don't know.
You tell me.

Well, I'm supposed to tell you
a game that you're thinking of?

Okay. Uh, you're thinking
of, uh, Twister?

Go ahead. Laugh.

But she's practically
the first person

since your wife that you've,
you know...

Ohh.

It wouldn't be surprising
if you had feelings for her.

She's a stepping stone
to Red John.

I knew that
from the beginning.

I don't have any feelings
for her.

Hello, Patrick.

Lorelei.

Is it just us, or are
your friends listening?

It's just us.
We're alone.

Good.
It's much nicer that way.

Sorry I didn't come
to visit you sooner.

I've been a little busy
with a case.

It's okay.

I've been enjoying
the peace and quiet.

Is there anything you need?

I'm fine.

Never mind about me.
How are you?

Back to solving crimes, huh?

Yeah.

Mmm.

Why do you bother?

You're trying to hold back
the tide with a broom.

What good are you doing?

I think...

you do it to be close
to Teresa Lisbon.

I think you're a little bit
in love with her.

Heh. Heh. Hmm...

I-I do it to, uh...

pass the time.

What good are you doing?

Not much in here.

But I'll be out soon enough.

How and when
is up to Red John.

You think he'll get you
out of this?

He'll kill you.
It's easier.

That's okay, if that's
what he wants.

You're that far
under his control?

He'll kill you as well
if that's what he wants.

You just can't accept
the fact.

I can make you a better offer.

No killing.

I can get you out of here now--
today, if you want.

I can get you money,
a new identity, uh,

set you up with a new life
far away from here.

You can do that?

Yes, I can.

I can do anything you want
if you give me Red John.

I want...

your trust

and friendship.

You have that.

I don't believe you.

How can I make you believe?

Kiss me.

What does that prove?

First you say
you'll do anything I want,

then you refuse
the first thing I ask for.

You're very complicated.

Let me get you out of here.

I need time to think.

Not for long.

I don't know how much longer

we're gonna get
to keep you here.

We'll talk again
this evening.

What are you? Huh?
Crazy?

- Excuse me?
- I told you to be careful.

I told you not to go over
the edge.

And I told you not to listen.

Don't be childish!
I am not your girlfriend.

I am an officer of the law.
How could I not listen?

You kissed her.

You offered to help her
escape.

And I would ask her to marry me
if I thought she'd buy it.

- I was playing her.
- She's playing you.

We should have given her
to the feds.

Um... M.E. sent his report
on Callie and Rex.

Confirmed it's not possible
they killed each other.

And Callie had
a small white feather

lodged in the back
of her mouth.

A feather, huh?
Like from a pillow?

Right.

Which suggests Callie
was strangled by hand

and suffocated with a pillow,
probably in that order.

Why two methods?
Two different people?

Or the killer wasn't
strong enough

- to complete the strangulation.
- Right.

A woman?

Women can strangle people.

Oh, believe me,
I know I could.

Where's Cho and Rigsby?

I got a line on Rex Lango
finally.

Changed his name.

Used to be Erzat Lonagul
out of Bakersfield.

Cho and Rigsby drove down there
to speak to his family.

Nobody could say his name,
so he changed it to Rex.

He was gonna be
a big businessman,

and he thought
that sounded rich.

Rex Lango.

Was there any particular
business he was interested in?

You know, he was
good at computers.

But he didn't know yet
exactly.

The Internet, robots,

or whatever.

Any brushes with the law?
Shady friends?

No. My cousin
was a good man.

Ah!

He was a good man,

and he's gone now,
so be nice.

He was a bum!

He was not.
He nearly always had a job,

and he was never
in trouble with the law.

Is that a bum?

He was never in trouble
because he was too sneaky!

The kid was stealing candy
and quarters

from before he could walk.

And then he would lie to your
face like a drug seller!

He was a dog
to the women always!

A bum!

Dishonest, greedy,
selfish womanizer.

Yeah, but not a criminal.
Just a creep.

He left Bakersfield two years
ago to avoid a paternity suit.

They had no idea
he was in SAC.

Last they heard,
he was in L.A.

Hmm. That's interesting.

So like I said,
it's a love triangle.

But we've got
no jealous boyfriend,

and I can't see Callie
dating a sleaze like him.

And she logged no calls
or texts to him, right?

Nope.

I'm waiting
for her e-mail records.

I couldn't get them
direct from her P.C.

The hard drive is fried.

Oh. Well, that's why
he was there.

He was in tech support, right?

So he offers to fix her
computer. How could she refuse?

- And then what happened?
- I don't know.

I gotta run. Lorelei's
on her way up from holding.

Wait.

We still haven't resolved
our issue.

I don't think you should be
talking to Lorelei.

- You're too close.
- Well, I disagree.

I could put a stop
to this right now.

One word to Bertram about
what you've been--

Please don't do that.

I know I can turn her.

I know I can.

And I promise you
I will be careful.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hey.
Stand down, man.

I'm taking charge
of this prisoner.

I'm sorry. What are you
talking about?

This is a federal judge's
warrant

transferring custody
of Lorelei to the FBI.

- No, no, no. You can't do that.
- Back off.

- No, don't touch me.
- Stand down.

Don't let them take me. Patrick!

Wait, wait! You can't
just take her!

Patrick!

There isn't a choice.
We have to get her back.

Jane, the FBI outfoxed us.

Th-they only pretended
to give up Lorelei

while they were preparing
the warrant to take her.

We should have known
they wouldn't fold.

Just deal with it.

I-I'd have to strong-arm
a judge and the FBI

into an arbitration hearing,
and even then...

Well, do it.

The FBI know
how to interrogate people.

They'll do a fine job.

They will either kill her,
or she'll escape.

And we will lose
our best chance--

the best chance we have had
of getting to Red John.

Kill her? Uh, what--why?

The--the FBI?
D-don't be ridiculous.

Red John has a friend
high up in the FBI.

Oh, please.
Now how do you know that?

He told me.

Well, there you go.

If we don't get her,

I will blow this whole
cover-up wide open.

The truth of Wainright's death,
all over the news.

If you do that,
this whole deal collapses,

and you go to jail.

I don't care.

You call a hearing, or I will be
very glad to sing like a bird.

Well, I've studied
all the documents in this matter

and it is very clear to me
that all of you people

- are lying through your teeth.
- Judge--

No, I don't want to know.

Whatever sordid errors

you're all conspiring
to cover up,

I don't want to know.

The sole purpose of this meeting
is to decide

who is best equipped to have
custody of Lorelei Martins.

I will decide in favor
of whichever side

irritates me the least.

I will tolerate no misbehavior
of any kind.

Proceed with care.

Your Honor,
I would ask you

to simply to look at the record
of Patrick Jane.

Red John killed his family.

Lorelei Martins is a close
confederate of Red John.

How can this man possibly
treat her

with the clarity
and the objectivity required?

He's not
a trained professional.

He's a vigilante.

And that alone should
disqualify the CBI

from custody in this matter.

For many years,
I have been pursuing Red John.

I know this case better
than anybody else.

These people,
they don't know

how to make
Lorelei Martins talk.

I do.

If I may interject,
Miss Martins tells us

that she has had sexual
relations with Mr. Jane.

That may be the source
of his confidence.

Is that so?

Yes, it is.

We have a relationship.
Uh, that's a good thing.

That's how you turn people.

I'd expected a denial,
to be honest.

Do we need to continue?

Um, that does tend
to disqualify you, Mr. Jane.

So, um, if you have
nothing further--

She's already given me
valuable information.

Let's not stop me now.

Valuable information
like what?

With all due respect,
this is not the time

or the place to share
the details.

If you want to see
Lorelei Martins again,

this is both the time
and the place.

She told me that
all Red John's friends...

have a secret sign they use
to identify each other.

And what is it?

Go on.

They carry a glass bead
in their pocket--

blood red,
the size of a pea.

Lorelei showed me hers.

That's it? Un-provable trivia?

- It proves she trusts me.
- It proves nothing.

Can we stop this farce now?

It is a bit thin, Mr. Jane.
Is that all you have?

No.

- Not at all.
- Well?

Red John has an accomplice...

inside the FBI.

Come on.

Judge, this man is just
spinning fantasies now.

Yes, you would say that.
I saw you.

What do you mean by that?

When I mentioned
the glass bead,

you suddenly looked very guilty

and you glanced at your
right-hand jacket pocket.

What's in there, Mancini?

This--this is the same thing
that you did to Norris.

- Son of a bitch--
- Agent.

What's in your pocket,
Mancini?

There's nothing--this is
a childish trick, Your Honor.

Th-this man has just planted
a bead on me.

Uh, let's be clear.
I have not touched you.

Everybody in this room
has seen that.

But you're saying
that there is in fact

a red glass bead
in your pocket.

Is that what you're saying?

No! You're
putting words in my mouth.

Show us what's
in your pockets, Agent.

- You don't understand--
- Show us!

He planted it.

He planted it!

But he didn't touch you,
did he?

He--

you son of a bitch!

Ah, well done. Good job.
When do we get her back?

Uh, judge says we can pick her
up at county jail tomorrow.

Did, uh, Mancini really
throw a bottle at you?

Yes, he did, and then he
proceeded to chase me

through the state house,
but failed to catch me.

Congratulations.
Another mortal enemy made.

You should be very proud.

Uh, meanwhile,
we've got a case to solve.

Well, let's get busy
then, boss.

So let's just assume
that Rex

was at Callie's apartment
to fix her computer.

What happened next?

How does that escalate
to a double murder?

Well, maybe the computer
is key.

Maybe there was something
important on the hard drive.

She cleans hotel rooms.
What could be important?

How does that connect
to her lipstick on his cheek?

He couldn't fix her computer
so they made out instead?

Well, there are other
reasons for kissing someone.

Celebration, for instance,
hence the champagne.

- What would they be celebrating?
- Well, maybe the kiss was,

"thanks for trying to fix
my computer."

So who's the third person here?
What are we missing?

Sorry I'm late.
They're setting up a stage

for the state lottery prize
presentation at the capital.

- Traffic on L Street was crazy.
- Oh, the lottery.

They should do that
at Raley Field

or someplace where
they have parking.

Uh, when did computer
forensics say they'd be done

with Callie's hard drive?

- End of the week, but--
- Got it!

- What?
- Callie's sister--Nicola.

You have a phone number?

Ladies
and gentlemen, friends,

it is my very great pleasure
to introduce to you at this time

the lucky winner of this year's
biggest lottery jackpot.

Please welcome to the stage
a young woman

who is now worth $56 million--

Valerie Whittaker.

- Come on out here, Valerie.
- Hi.

Hey. Oh--
there you go, Valerie.

Wow!

- Congratulations.
- Thank you!

Thank you so, so, so much.

I'm so blessed.
Thank you.

Valerie, how you feeling?

Oh...
I'm just in shock.

It's like a movie.

- Any plans for the money?
- Not yet.

Ah. I'm gonna take a flier.

Do you happen to know
a Tom Yannick

of the Sacramento Police?

- No.
- Are you sure?

'Cause I'm pretty sure.

Who else would have had
the opportunity,

a random intruder?
Unlikely.

Tom Yannick.
He's not your boyfriend then?

Huh-unh.

Okay. Just a moment.

Valerie, this is
Nicola Karlsen.

She's Callie Karlsen's
sister,

the woman that was brutally
murdered for the lottery ticket

that won that check
you're holding there.

Would you tell her
you don't know Tom Yannick?

- I--
- Aha!

- You told me nothing would go wrong!
- Shh! No! Stop, stop!

Thomas Yannick...

you're under arrest
for murder.

Yes.

This doesn't belong to you.

We're gonna have to get
the name changed.

Do you have a... marker,
pen?

Callie was checking
the lottery numbers

while Rex tried to fix
her computer.

She won $56 million.

She kissed Rex,

got the champagne
out of the fridge,

then she called her sister.

Then greed got
the better of Rex,

and he tried to strangle Callie
so he could steal the ticket.

But she killed him instead

with a champagne bottle
and called 9-1-1.

Then half-strangled
and in shock, she fainted.

And that's where you come in.

You found the two of them, and you
saw the ticket and champagne bottle.

You put 2 and 2 together--
quite the detective.

So you killed Callie.

You think about it for a while,
or you just go for it?

I-I thought about it
for a while.

I felt bad for her.

But $56 million, man.

Yeah.

Well, you should have thought
about it a while longer.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

You are such a good man.
Mmm.

Thank you. Mm.

Sorry to interrupt, Nicola,
but Jane and I

have to pick up a prisoner.

Thank you.

Pleasure.

Come on!

What is taking so long?

Relax. She'll be here.

Look, I-I'm sorry,
by the way.

For what? There's a long
list of possibilities.

Yeah, well, this is more of a...

general purpose apology.

Use it for your top issue.

Thanks.

Who's this?

5467B.

That's not her.
There's been a mistake.

There's no mistake.
Her paperwork's all in order.

It's the only
Lorelei Martins we got.

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