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(Projector whirring)

(Woman) Stay away from me.
Let go.

Let go of me.

(Man) Save the phony tears.

Just get back.

Oh, you little fool.
You just stay away from me.

(Gun fires, people screaming)

(Man) We can't get involved
in this.

(Lowered voice) Hello, Patrick.
How are you?

(Lowered voice) Good.

So what do you think?

Oh, it's a classic.

You know, it just gets

better and better
every time.

Yes.

What do you think
of my request?

I don't think much of it,
really, Patrick.

Really, I don't.

Meaning you can't
accomplish it?

Any task can be accomplished,

as long as it's broken down
into manageable pieces.

So you'll do it?

Look, I know
that I'm in your debt.

Okay, so we both agree
that you owe me a favor.

Yes, I do.

So let this be
my favor to you--

let it go--
the whole idea.

It's just not worth it.

Well, I find this
very interesting.

I'm presenting you
with a challenge,

and yet
you're backing away.

It's very unlike you,
Mr. Stiles.

Look, if you must know,

I've grown mildly accustomed
to you, Patrick.

You make me sit up
and pay attention.

I'm very glad
you're amused by me.

But what you're
planning now, it's...

Well, it's
certainly different.

Yes, it is.

If I do what you're asking
of me and you get caught,

you're gonna spend
the rest of your life

in a federal prison.

I'm well aware of that.

I just have to make sure
I don't get caught.

(Sighs and chuckles)

All right.

Well, it's been a great pleasure
knowing you, Mr. Jane.

Good luck.

Well, I-I used
some pretty harsh words.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

But naturally,
if I'd known...

(Metal clanking)

(Machines whirring)

(Speaks inaudibly)

(Pounds truck)

Need a ride?

You?

♪ The Mentalist 5x08 ♪
Red Sails in the Sunset
Original Air Date on November 18, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Hey, come on. Please.
Just--just get in the car.

This is ridiculous.

Why are you mad at me?

I-I didn't force you
to escape from prison.

No, you just tricked me
into it.

Oh, come on.

Wait.

You thought it was Red John
that got you out, didn't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, it wasn't.
I did. I got you out.

He would have left you
in there to rot.

And I took a lot of risks
in doing it.

Nobody ever accused you
of good judgment.

Well, what about you?

You're the one walking off
into the desert

10 miles from a prison
you just broke out of.

I'm offering you a ride.

I'll take you
wherever you wanna go.

You can dump me
at any time.

Fine.

Jane, how many messages
do I have to leave you?

Call me back.

(Speaking inaudibly)

Hold on, Tom.
She just walked in.

No.

No, don't inform
the Marshals yet.

I want to bring CBI
up to speed first.

I'll call you back.

What's going on?

Have you heard
about Lorelei Martins yet?

No.

She escaped from federal prison
this morning.

Your Mr. Jane was questioning
prison transport drivers.

Yes, but no.

He wouldn't.

He wouldn't.

He wouldn't?

Where is he now?

I don't know. I haven't heard
from him since yesterday.

He hasn't answered
his phone.

But that doesn't mean
he did this.

It would make it
much more likely,

wouldn't it?

Why is this
a Homeland Security issue?

It's complicated.

I mean, if he is with her,

he's in a lot of danger.

You know him
better than anybody.

Now if he did do this,
where would he go?

Any place I could
possibly think of

is where he wouldn't go.

Uh, would you excuse me
for a minute?

I'll be right back.

Has anyone seen Jane?

No.

We need to find him
right now.

Put a B.O.L.O. out
on his car.

Grace, Cho, I want you
to go to his motel room.

Rigs,
call his cell phone company.

Get GPS tracking on his phone.

What's going on?

Lorelei Martins escaped
from prison this morning.

Was Jane involved?

We don't know yet.

Bob Kirkland,
Homeland Security.

He's leading the search
to find Martins.

Boss.

Sac P.D. got a report
of an abandoned blue Citroen

this morning. Uh, parking lot
at 16th and K Street.

Text it to me.

This isn't gonna work.

Well, that's optimistic.

I won't tell you
who he is or where he is.

Give it time.

Not now. Not ever.

(Clicks)

Doesn't work.

Really?

I figured that when
no sound came out of it.

Yes.

(Chuckles)

Can we go?

Tell me where.

The ocean.
I wanna see the ocean.

(Police radio chatter)

(Car door closes)

(Horn honks)

(Cell phone beeps)

He was leaving
a text message.

It's for you.

"Someone after me."

He was being followed.

Looks like
he's been abducted.

Jane doesn't have Lorelei.
Lorelei has Jane.

Our fugitive
is a known associate

of the serial killer
Red John.

She's wanted
for murder conspiracy,

kidnapping,
and weapons violations.

We believe that Martins
and unknown accomplices

abducted CBI consultant
Patrick Jane.

Jane led a 6-month
undercover operation

that resulted
in Lorelei's arrest.

Martins may have
kidnapped him for payback

or to take him to Red John.

Either way,
we need to find them.

Martins is
a Sacramento girl.

I want systematic searches
of old residences,

old friends, old coworkers.

You all have
information packets.

Study them,
and when you're done,

contact myself or Agent Kirkland
for your assignments.

Thank you.

- Let's start with Lorelei's mother.
- Okay.

(Waves rolling)

(Lorelei)
I wonder where they're going.

I'm gonna make a fire.

So, what's this about?

(Clears throat) Your daughter

broke out of prison
this morning.

Oh. Of course.

Have you had any contact with--
with Lorelei recently?

(Chuckles) Lorelei hasn't
contacted me in years.

Thankfully.

When she does,

it's always trouble.
Always.

We have reason to believe that
Lorelei has taken a hostage.

His life could be in danger.

Do you have any information
that you could give us

about where we could find her?

Any, uh, old friends?

Favorite places?

Nope. I don't have
anything to do with her,

and she doesn't have
anything to do with me.

Do you have any insight

as to how
she became this way?

(Chuckles)

Lorelei only ever cared
about Lorelei.

What are you gonna do
with a kid like that?

Well, you don't feel
at all responsible for her?

(Chuckles)
Now there's a question

from a woman
without children.

I've satisfied all my duties

and responsibilities
of motherhood.

I mean, look around. Lorelei
grew up in a beautiful home.

She could be anything.

Is this your father?

(Inhales deeply)

That's my husband.
He's away in Munich.

He's away a lot?

Yes.

Oh. Figures.

I don't like your tone.

Dana, your daughter
is the mistress

of a psychopathic killer,

yet you have no information
to give us

about how or why
she got that way.

Frankly, I don't care
if you like my tone.

To hell with you, lady.

What happened to her?

Get out of my house.

Thank you.

(Waves rolling)

(Crackling)

(Waves crashing)

You should try it.

Water's lovely.

Eh.

Uh, quickly--go and hide
yourself behind those rocks.

(Sighs)

Hello, young man.

How you doing?

(Sniffs)

(Sniffs)

Was that your campfire?

No, Officer.

I'm not an officer.
I'm a Park Ranger.

So no gun, huh?

Right.

Campfires are illegal
on this beach without a permit.

Well, it... it's not mine.

Are you okay, sir?
You seem a little nervous.

Never better.

Are you alone?

Hi, Officer!
I'm over here!

I'm sorry. I can't come out!

I don't have any clothes on.

Yeah, well, public nudity's
prohibited on state beaches.

Yes, uh, I'm sorry!
It won't happen again!

Promise, it--
it won't happen again.

Sorry, sir.

Okay.

You folks
have a nice day.

Yeah.

No campfires.

So where to now?

North to Canada?

South to Mexico?
I'm flexible.

I know a place
where no one will find us.

Take the I-60 East, but I
gotta change my look first.

Find a convenience store.

I like
the take-charge attitude.

No, you don't.

I do.

Clearly, you've taken care
of someone in your life.

Made all the decisions.
Acted the adult.

I'm guessing you had
a vain, selfish,

and controlling mother.

But you found
the strength to pull away.

Does she
resent you for that?

Patrick, do you really
want to get to know me?

Of course.

Give the act a rest.

What? I-I wasn't...

Yes, you were.

Okay.

I knew it.

Soon as I heard that kidnapping
report on my radio.

I called it in.

This is the young man
I talked to.

Was there a woman
with him?

Yes, there most certainly was.

Only I didn't see her
on account of she was naked.

At least that what
she said.

She was behind that rock there
where she was changing.

The young man
got kind of jumpy.

Uh-huh.

Asked me if I had a gun.

She probably had a gun
on you the whole time.

That's what I figured.

And if he said one wrong word
or tried to run--bam.

I mean, she would have
shot us both dead.

I'm just thankful
he kept his head.

Happen to see what kind
of car they were driving?

Yes, sir. There was
only one car on the bluff.

A dark blue 1990s
Dynasty Sedan.

(Gears shift)

Stay low.

(Wylie & the Wild West's
"Without You" playing)

(Indistinct conversations,
laughter)

(Cash register beeps)

♪ On an island all alone

♪ a thousand miles
away from home ♪

(Wind chimes tinkling)

♪ ...without you

♪ surrounded by
an endless sea ♪

♪ not a soul...

♪

♪ Can make me feel
the way you do ♪

♪ You're the rock
I build upon ♪

♪ You give me hope
and keep me strong ♪

♪ There's a place
where the sun won't shine ♪

♪ where broken hearts
don't mend with time ♪

(Clears throat) Thank you.

(Mutters indistinctly)

(Wind chimes tinkling)

(Whistles)

Scared you, didn't I?

No.

Saw some cops. Spooked me.
(Door alert chimes)

(Door closes) Well, I'm glad
I left you the keys.

You're gonna be
a French honey blonde.

- How's that sound?
- Sure.

Did you get snacks?
(Engine starts)

Sure did.
(Shifts gears)

(Gravel crunches)

(Sighs)

I have something to say.

Come in. Sit down, Dana.

What's going on?

(Exhales)

Couldn't sleep last night.
(Chuckles)

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales) Hmm.

My husband mustn't know.

Mustn't know what?

(Clears throat)

(Exhales)

I sold Lorelei's sister.

Sister?

I don't remember reading
anything about a sister

in Lorelei's file.

(Voice breaking)
Because I sold her.

All right, you're gonna have
to help me out here, Dana.

30 years ago, I didn't have
the money to raise 2 girls.

(Inhales deeply)

(Whispers)
I had substance issues.

Go on.

So after... (Clears throat)

their dad left...

(Inhales deeply)

I just stopped functioning,
you know?

And, um, Lorelei--
she was 5.

And she held me up,
you know?

But... (Cries)

Miranda--
that was her name...

She was 2.

I mean, what was I gonna do
with a 2-year-old?

What did you do?

Well, I knew...

I knew this rich...
(Clears throat) foreign couple,

who... (sniffles)
childless.

So we made a deal under
the table. (Clears throat)

Why didn't
they just adopt her?

We all wanted what we wanted,
so we just got it done.

What did you tell Lorelei?

I told her...

I told her all kinds
of stuff.

I... (sniffles)

And she never forgave me.

(Sniffles)

I didn't realize it
at the time,

but... that day...

I lost two daughters.

Not one.

Want me
to get you a tissue?

(Children shouting playfully)

(Child laughs)

Hey there.

Looking for a room.

Place to rest
my weary bones.

Been on the road
since New Mexico.

It's $48 cash,
$52 credit.

Oop. I'll be paying cash.

Okay.

You don't happen to
have one without a television?

Uh, TV's busted in 13.
No discount.

Okay.

(Children continue shouting,
ball bouncing)

(Bell dings)

Have a nice day.

Mm-hmm.

We tried to have
our own children.

I could not.

Why didn't you
just adopt legally?

Well, I was on work visa
from Romania.

And we could not adopt
until we were citizens,

and that takes years.

Mr. Kirkland,
this is Marta and Virgil Roman.

They're just telling me how they
came to buy Miranda Martins.

You had to see her.

She was in
a bad situation.

Virgil and I knew we could
give her a life

full of love
and opportunity.

But she turned out to be
a very troubled girl.

Very unhappy.

So when she was
in high school,

we sent her
to a therapist,

and she remembered
a lot of things

we thought
she had forgotten.

Her mother?

No.

She remembered
only one name--

Lorelei.

Of course, we found
her sister Lorelei

and reunited them.

The sisters were so happy,
and they were so close.

You've never seen
two sisters who were closer.

Where is Miranda now?
We need to talk to her.

She... she was murdered.

She's dead.

Thanks for the dress.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

So, listen, uh...

(Clears throat)

You gonna tell me
where we're going?

To a cabin my sister and I
used to go to.

You have a sister?

I did.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Her death was a gift,
sort of.

You want
to explain that?

You wouldn't understand.

Well, you could try me.

I mean, I-I'd like
to understand.

In case you haven't noticed,
healing is not my strong suit.

Losing my sister brought me
into my full reality.

I faced my deepest fear.

I have complete awareness.

Nothing can hurt me.

That's nonsense.
Believe me.

Things can hurt you.

Try me.
(Bottle cap fizzes)

(Cap clatters)

Mm. This beer is warm.

(Bottle clatters)

I'll get some ice.

Miranda was beautiful,
like her sister.

What does the coroner's report
say about the cause of death?

Heatstroke.

After she was raped,

she was left chained
inside of an empty warehouse.

Daytime temperatures
reached 120 degrees inside.

Coroner figures
she lasted about two days.

And they never found
the killer?

The case is still open.

There's no trace evidence,
no witnesses. Just this.

(Cell phone chimes)

(Beep)

Hello?
(Jane) Hey, Lisbon.

I need your help.

(Lowered voice) I need
to take this. Could you...

I'll be right back.

(Stations change,
static crackles)

(Bing Crosby) ♪ and this
refrain was her song ♪

♪ red sails in the sunset

♪ way out on the sea

Jane, what's going on?
Have you been kidnapped?

Yes. I'm in fear
of my life.

I can't talk long.

Did you know Lorelei
had a sister?

Yes. Miranda.
Her mother gave her up.

Where are you?

If she catches me on the phone,

she'll kill me.

What happened to Miranda?

She was murdered.

Abducted, raped, and left
for dead five years ago.

- Who did it?
- They don't know.

They don't even
have a suspect.

But listen to this--

the police kept back
a key detail from the public.

Before Miranda died,

she carved a message
into the warehouse floor.

What'd it say?

I'm looking at
the crime scene photo now.

It says "Roy."

I need a copy of that photo.

Uh, Lisbon, yeah. Fax it
to me at this number...

(Female announcer on radio)
I'm Katie Riley,

and I'll be back with more
of your favorite mellow blends

right after the news.

(Male announcer)
State and federal authorities

have intensified the search

for a Sacramento woman,
Lorelei Martins.

Jane, just tell me
where you are.

We can help you.

Just fax it to me.

I gotta go. Gotta go.

(Receiver clatters)

(Fax machine whirring)

According to police,
Martins is holding a hostage,

Patrick Jane. Yesterday,
CBI consultant Jane's car

was found abandoned
by the side of the road.

(Fax machine whirring)

(Whirring)

Everything okay?

Jane just called me.

(Door squeaks)

You lie!
Aah!

(Grunts)

Liar!

Filthy liar! Kidnapped you?!

Please...

How dare you?! You lied!

(Panting)

I didn't lie. I just
didn't tell you everything.

Why didn't you tell me?

I had to protect myself.

(Grunts)

Aah!

Oh!

Please. Just stop.
(Panting)

You had me going, Patrick.

(Panting)

For a second there,
I almost trusted you.

You should.
You should trust me.

Oh, stop!
Just stop playing the role.

Yes, I play a role,
but not with you.

I'm being honest with you.
Lies on lies!

Lorelei, listen to me.
You have to listen to me.

Your buddy Red John--
he killed your sister.

What are you talking about?
Your sister Miranda.

She wrote a name on the floor
of the warehouse where she died.

The name of the man
who raped and killed her.

It was never released
to the public.

You're making that up.
No.

This is a crime scene photo
of your sister's murder.

"Roy."

Yes, Roy.

We both know
who uses that alias.

I don't understand.

- Where did you get this?
- It doesn't matter.

Red John raped
and killed your sister.

No.

He made you a victim
so that he could rescue you.

No.

He preyed on your pain.

- No, it's not true.
- Yes. You don't want it to be true,

but it's true, and you can
feel that it's true.

Just stop!

God, you're just
like him, you know that?

- Relentless manipulation.
- I am nothing like him.

How would you know?

I know.

I only wonder why the two of you
didn't become lifelong friends

the moment you shook hands.

(Ice clatters)

(Door slams)
Wait!

Where are we going?

We still going
to the cabin?

That's where I'm going.
You can go where you like.

We traced Jane's call
to a truck stop motel

on Route 99 just north of Chico.
Right here.

The fugitive and her hostage
were gone

by the time
deputies got to the motel.

(Buffalo Springfield)
♪ step out of line

♪ the man come
and take you away ♪

♪ you better stop,
hey, what's that sound? ♪

♪ everybody look what's going ♪

♪ you better stop,
hey, what's that sound? ♪

(Kirkland)
They were moving north.

Let's assume they still are.
Where are they going?

Well, if they take the 97 North,

they'll hit
the Butter Valley Airport.

One runway. Public use.
Five takeoffs a day.

They might go for a plane.
Okay, lock it down. What else?

I've been going
through financial records

for Lorelei's sister.

She owned a cabin in the Sierras

about 200 miles north
of that motel.

From what I can see, the cabin
was never sold after her death.

An anonymous third party has
been paying the taxes on it.

Red John?
(Kirkland) Call tactical.

I want a chopper here in ten.

It's just up ahead,
at the end of the road.

(Shifts gears)

You go ahead.
I'll get the stuff.

Okay.

The key
is under the flower pot.

Welcome.
(Gasps)

Well, it's a nice place.

Yeah.

Belonged to my sister.

We used to come here
to forget about the world.

(Sighs)

It's safe.

Red John didn't
kill her, Patrick.

You'll never convince me
that he did.

I'd kill for
a cup of tea right now.

I can make you one.

I'd like that.

But we can't stay here.

Why not?

If Miranda bought this place,
the police'll find it.

They're probably
on their way here right now.

- Then we have to go.
- No, you have to go.

- I'll stay. I'll try and delay them.
- What?

Well, like you said,
I'm never gonna convince you

that Red John killed
your sister.

You need to go and find out
the truth for yourself.

But, Patrick--
and when you do,

when you know the truth...

You know
where to find me.

Just call me.

Where are the car keys?

In the car.

Is there a back way
out of here?

Um, there's--no.
There's just fire trails.

Okay. What about this thing?
Does this run?

It's been on a trickle charge.

Yeah, it should.

Okay, you take the 4x4
on the fire road.

They won't be
looking for that.

I'm gonna cover for you.

You can't stay here,
Patrick.

There's no way they'll believe
you were my hostage.

I will make them believe.

You want me to beat you up
or something?

- Knock you out?
- Uh, no, thanks.

You gotta go.

(Hood closes)

(Engine sputters, turns over)

(Engine starts,
door alert chiming)

(Seat belt clicks)

(Exhales deeply)

(Engine revving)

(Exhaling deeply)

(Engine revs loudly)

(Tires screech)

(Hissing)

(Vehicle approaches)

(Car doors close)

(Kirkland) Check the cabin.
Search the surrounding woods.

Jane.

(Groans)
He's okay.

(Groans)

Did you get her?

Not yet.

She's, uh, she's on foot.

Agent Kirkland,
Homeland Security.

I need rescue hot
south of Orr Lake,

forest Route 42 North 12.
(Static crackles)

- Who's that guy?
- Don't talk.

Help's on the way.

(Exhales) Hurts.

(Groans)
Shh. It's okay.

You'll never know.

I'll never know what?

Whether I engineered
the escape and abduction.

Trust me. I know.

You don't know.

You just guess.

And you didn't tell your new
best friend, Kirkland, either.

I don't have any evidence.

If I did, I'd put you
in cuffs myself.

No, you wouldn't.

Try me.

(Chuckles)

What's so funny?

Nothing. Sorry.

All of it's worth it.

She told me Red John and I
are very much alike.

That it's a wonder
we weren't best friends

from the moment
we shook hands.

You've met Red John?

Yes.

He's someone I know.

(Chuckles)

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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