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(Whirring)

(Grunting and clattering)

(Grunting continues)

(Door closes)

(Speaks indistinctly
and grunts)

(Labored breathing)

Please.

I-I won't say anything.

What are you waiting for?

No. No.

No! No!

Aah!

(Grunts)

(Chokes)

(Choking)

Charles.
(Cell phone rings)

A word when you're finished.

Yes, Mr. Volker.

No, I'm on my way now.

Our reservation's at 8:00.

(Man grunts)

Ah!

(Door squeaks)

(Body thuds)

(Door clanks)

(Men pant)

(Whirs)

Wait.

You hear that?

Hello?
Is someone there?

Yeah.

What do we do?

No choice.

He's a witness.

Take care of it.

(Police radio chatter)

What do we got?

Victim's male, 30s.

Still working to I.D. him.

Based on the level of decomp,
the coroner thinks

he's been dead
for about two months.

Oakland P.D. says that's when
the building was boarded up.

Cause of death?

Because of marks
on the victim's neck,

the coroner's thinking
strangulation.

Dried blood?
Looks like.

So the victim was killed here
and then moved over there?

Yeah, but no drag marks,

and he looks to be
at least 200 pounds.

You think there's
a second killer?

Big guy like that?
Tough to carry on your own.

Rigsby, did anyone else have,
uh, access to this building?

Not since it was boarded up.

Oakland P.D. say there was
no sign of forced entry

when the demo crew arrived
and found the body.

Hmm.

(Cell phone rings)

Excuse me a minute.

(Ring)

(People speaking indistinctly)

It's
a remote-controlled car.

I found it, just there.
Odd, don't you think?

Okay, I have an I.D.
on the victim.

His name's Horatio Jones.

Horatio Jones?

Yeah, you know him?

I know of him.

Horatio Jones--

he was a geologist
for an energy company

owned by Tommy Volker.

He was set to testify
before a grand jury

against Volker
two months ago,

and then he disappeared.

I always thought
Volker was behind it,

but now I know it.

Volker did this.

♪ The Mentalist 5x12 ♪
Little Red Corvette
Original Air Date on January 13, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

(Police radio chatter)

The coroner investigator
found tissue

under the victim's
fingernails.

It's headed to the lab now.

Good, and make sure
the M.E. gets me

the results from the autopsy
as soon as possible.

I want to move quickly
on this.

Yes, boss.

(People speaking indistinctly)

Volker wouldn't have
killed Jones himself.

He never
gets his hands dirty.

I'm thinking it was
Charles Milk.

Well, that would be helpful

if only Charles Milk hadn't
been killed last week.

Forensics thinks
they might have something.

It might even
tie Volker to the crime.

Oh, you think he was here?

I--he gets off on this,
watching his victims die.

I need Volker's D.N.A.

Well, just ask him
for it.

You think he'd give it
to me?

Yes.
Volker's arrogant.

He likes to pretend
he has nothing to hide.

Lisbon, answer me this.

Who would leave this here?

A-a small child?

Yeah,
like 9 or 10 years old.

Something like that.

Most likely a boy.

Yeah.

A boy that hasn't
been here in two months,

'cause that's when Oakland P.D.
said this place was boarded up.

What are you getting at?

Well, no self-respecting kid
would leave this behind.

Other than the dust,
it's practically brand-new.

Which means he left it
for an urgent reason.

He witnessed the murder.

Or it's just a toy car.

It's thin, I know.

If there was a boy,
and if he witnessed a murder,

he would've come forward
months ago.

Not if the killer
found him.

If that was the case,

we would've found his body
with Jones', don't you think?

Yes, one would think.

I'm gonna go talk
to Volker.

You go and look into
this theoretical kid.

You don't want me
to come with you?

No, I'll meet you
back at the office.

Fine.

(Volker) The maiden voyage

of Volker Intergalactic
has been set.

It's been publicized.
We're not postponing.

If you can't find a solution,
find another job.

(Receiver clatters)

Agent Lisbon.
(Clears throat)

I have to admit,

I'm surprised
to see you again.

Surprised, but... pleased.

We found
your missing employee.

Employee?

Horatio Jones.

He'd been missing
for two months.

He worked for a company
you own--V.N.X. Energy.

We found his body
earlier this morning...

Murdered.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Did you know him?

Oh, I have thousands
of employees, Agent.

Unfortunately, I don't
get to meet each one.

Well, that's odd,

because Jones was deposed
in a grand jury inquiry

into your activities.

I said I didn't know him,

not that I didn't know
about him.

Jones was working
in the Amazon

as part of a geothermal energy
project I was developing.

A project
that ran into problems

when a local tribe claimed
the site as sacred ground.

Weeks later, the tribe
was found dead

in a mass grave.

This again.
I see we've come full circle.

You were implicated
in a crime.

In fact, a grand jury

was convened to investigate
your involvement.

That investigation
was dropped.

Only after two people who were
gonna testify against you

were found dead--

Cassie Flood
and Amanda Shaw.

Jones makes three.

Tragic loss, but again,
territory we've covered.

Jones was on his way
to turn in evidence against you

when he went missing.

Well, excuse me.
When he was murdered.

Do you enjoy this,
Agent Lisbon,

hmm?

Wasting your time

on this fruitless effort
to persecute me?

Is that really
why you're here?

Actually, um...

I came to get
a D.N.A. sample.

Unless for some reason,
you'd rather not.

And what reason
would that be?

I know
you had Jones killed,

just like Cassie Flood
and Amanda Shaw.

And this time,
I'm gonna prove it.

Best of luck to you,
Agent.

All right, here it is.

A complete list of all
the children reported missing

two months ago
in the Oakland area.

How many are there?

12 total.

Well, let's cut that down.

We know we're looking
for a boy

between the ages
of 9 and 12.

Old enough to be out
on the street,

but young enough to be playing
with a remote-controlled car.

(Clicks key)

Okay, that got us
down to five.

All right.

Now the boy was playing alone
in a bad neighborhood.

Probably from a low-income,

single-parent family.

(Clicks keys)

Two left.

Which one lived closer
to the crime scene?

(Clicks keys)

Mm. Marvin Pettigrew.

His home is half a mile
from the warehouse.

Marvin Pettigrew.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

How'd it go with Volker?

Good. He gave up his D.N.A.
just like you said he would.

He's behind this, Jane.
I know it.

But?

When the grand jury
investigation was dropped,

Volker's lawyers had
all the evidence

and court documents
sealed from the case,

including Jones' deposition.

I think there's something
in there

that Volker doesn't want us
to know.

If I could just get
my hands on it...

Well, why can't you?

They're sealed documents,
Jane.

It's against the law.

Well, if you want
to get Volker,

you can't let that
stop you.

What do you suggest?

Well,
Ardiles is a Deputy D.A.

He's gonna have
the deposition.

Ardiles is not gonna
stick his neck out for me.

Well, of course not.

He's a smart lawyer.

You have to get
something on him

that will make him
help you.

Blackmail the deputy
district attorney?

Sure. Why not?

(Lowered voice) Well, how
could I get dirt on Ardiles?

Ask yourself this--

who makes it their business
to know everyone else's?

Well, I have to hand it to you.
You get right to the point.

It's actually refreshing.

Will you help me?

Maybe.

What's your problem
with Ardiles?

I don't have
a problem with Ardiles.

It's about a case.

What case?

I can't tell you.

Mm. I don't know,
Teresa.

Brenda,

I'll owe you.

One day,
you'll need a favor,

and I will owe you.

I can't give you
any specific details,

but if you were to mention
the Ferland case to Ardiles,

you might find him
more compliant to your request.

Thank you.

Teresa,

it's murky water
you're swimming in.

Whatever this is about,
I hope it's worth it.

It is.

Marvin went missing

61 days ago.

His teacher watched him
leave the school.

That was the last time
anyone saw him.

I found a toy car
at an abandoned warehouse.

I just wanted to...

I just wanted to know
if it, uh,

if it belonged
to your son.

(Sobs)

(Sniffles) That was
his birthday present.

(Sniffles)
He'd wanted it for months.

(Crying)

You say you found this
at a warehouse?

Yeah, half a mile
from here.

I know the one.

Marvin used to walk...

past it on his way home
from school.

I told him
not to play there.

That, uh, warehouse
was the...

was the scene of a crime.

A man
was found murdered there.

Mr. Jane...

Is my boy dead?

I-I-I don't know.
I don't know.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Knocks)

Ardiles.

Lisbon.

Thanks for coming by.

Can I get you something to drink?
A drink? No.

I, uh, I gotta be back
in court in 20 minutes.

So... what's this about?

Uh, two months ago, there was
a grand jury investigation

into Tommy Volker.

A-a witness was deposed
by the name of Horatio Jones.

The documents were sealed.

And?

I need that deposition.

The deposition was sealed
by a grand jury.

Two witnesses against Volker
have been found dead.

We found a third
this morning.

Yeah, and I'm sorry
to hear about that,

but I am not gonna break
the law for you.

I understand. You're under
a lot of pressure.

Maybe it's the job,
maybe it's the Ferland case...

What do you know
about the Ferland case?

Not a lot. Now.

But I will if you don't
get me those depositions.

Okay.
You'll have them within an hour.

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey, boss.
How's it coming?

Nothing so far.

We already know
everything that's here.

What about you?
Did you find anything?

Maybe. In the deposition,
Jones mentions

that a friend from college
visited him in Brazil--

Annabelle Sugalski.

It's a shot in the dark,
but maybe Jones talked to her

about Volker.

Bring her in.
Okay.

I knew Horatio
worked for Volker,

but that's it.

He never really
said much about him.

Did he mention work,
the project he was on?

Briefly.

Um, it was
an energy project, right?

Yeah.

In the Amazon.

All he said was that
they were having problems.

Did Horatio say anything
about a mass killing?

(Huffs) No.

You're certain?

Yeah. Of course.

Annabelle, has anyone else
talked to you about this?

What do you mean?

Has anyone asked you to
withhold information from us?

(Scoffs and chuckles)
God, no.

(Sighs) Look,

I was in Brazil on vacation.

Horatio and I only saw
each other

a couple of times--
dinner, drinks.

That's it.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

I wish I could.

(Volker)
So what did you tell them?

Exactly what you
told me to--nothing.

And they believed you?

Every word.

And the voice mail

Jones left for you?

I deleted it.
You can check my phone.

You know...

you're quite the liability.

And I hate liabilities.

But I like you, Annabelle.

And I would hate
for something to happen to you.

Please. I won't tell anyone.
I promise.

I'm leaving the country
tonight.

You'll--you'll never
see me again.

Well, that's a shame.

(Gasps)

(Kisses)

Good night.

Hi.

Any luck
finding the kid?

Well, we gave his name
and his photo to local police,

and the FBI's department
of missing persons,

but it's like finding
a needle in a stack of needles.

I heard you talked
to his mother.

Yes.
She thinks the worst.

Hard not to agree
with her.

What about you?

Burning the midnight oil,
I see.

There's gotta be
something here.

Mm.

Jane...

Amanda Shaw
was my witness.

I gave her my word
that I'd protect her,

and Volker had her killed.

You done with this?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

(Crunches)

(Bell dings)

Morning, boss. Just got word.

Annabelle Sugalski
left the country last night.

Flew out on a red-eye
to London.

He got to her. Damn it.

In Jones' deposition,
he said that

he gave evidence against Volker
in written reports.

I saw that,
but none were ever found.

What if Jones gave them
to his employer?

V.N.X. Energy.
(Ding)

Let's go check it out.
Okay.

(Doors open)

That was the M.E.

With the test results
from the autopsy.

D.N.A. identifies Charles Milk
as one of the killers.

The M.E. also found
a second D.N.A.--

a strand of hair.

Was kind of hoping it was
Volker, but no such luck.

No, Volker's far too careful.

So far, no match
in the federal database.

But it does prove there was

another person present
at the murder.

The question is,
who was it?

(People speaking indistinctly)

Hi. We need to speak
with a manager.

Is everything all right?

Just have a few questions.

Okay. Let me get him.

(Whirring)

Come on.

We're leaving?

Volker has been a step ahead
of us this entire time.

He finds out we're looking
into V.N.X. Energy,

any chance we have of finding
that evidence is gone.

(Volker) "It rained for a week,
night and day.

"During the week, the fish
were in their houses,

"keeping nice and warm.

"When it finally
stopped raining,

"all the fish went outside

"and saw Spike in a small puddle
growing gills.

"The fish yelled, 'how's life
in the water?'

"and Spike yelled back,
'great. Come on in.'

"and that is why fish

live in water."

The end.

What do we say to Mr. Volker

for sharing his time
with us?

(Children)
Thank you, Mr. Volker.

You're very welcome.

Thank you. See you again.

Mm-hmm.

Bye, kids.

Uh, Mr. Volker.

Patrick Jane.

I work with Teresa Lisbon.

Ah, yes. Mr. Jane.

Nice to meet you.

Any friend of Teresa's...

She's a--she's a fascinating
woman, isn't she?

Certainly.

Well, that was impressive.

Not only are you
a super-successful businessman,

but you're
quite the vivid storyteller.

For a moment there,
I was splashing around

in that puddle with Spike,
growing some gills.

(Chuckles)

Was there something
you needed?

Need? No.

I just wanted to meet you
while I have the chance.

Are you going somewhere?

No. But you are.

After your arrest, things are
bound to get a little hectic,

and I probably won't have
the chance to introduce myself.

So here I am.

Very droll.

But you and I both know

that I'm not
gonna be arrested.

You sure about that?

Are you finished?

Yes.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Cell phone rings)

(Patrick) Grayuit,

salt-and-pepper hair,
6 feet tall.

He's coming out now.

All right. Got him.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Click)

(Click)

(Clicking)

Good evening, Agent Lisbon.

I am sorry to bother you,
Your Honor.

All right, let's see it.

So how are Emily and Ruth?

They're good.

Emily's at Santa Cruz,
right?

Santa Clara.

Yeah.

Is this all you have?

Yes, but it's clear

that Tommy Volker
is a very dangerous man.

Well, that may be true,
Agent Lisbon,

but this is not enough
for a warrant.

Your Honor, if you just--

you have no proof that
evidence against Mr. Volker

is inside V.N.X. Industries.

I'm sorry. I can't sign it.

Yes, Your Honor.

Good evening.

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

Hello, Lisbon.
What's up?

I just left
Judge Davis' office.

She won't sign
the V.N.X. Warrant.

Are you asking me
what I would do?

No.
I already know the answer.

Okay.
Good night, Lisbon.

I am sorry,
but that was my office.

We got it--confirmation
that there's evidence

against Thomas Volker inside
the V.N.X. Energy offices.

What kind of confirmation?

It's a coworker of Jones
who still works at the company.

I can get you a transcript
of the questioning

first thing in the morning,
but time is of the essence.

Got something.

Don Clyde, 48.

No priors.

Looks like he was a ward of
the state when his mother died.

Spent the last six years

working as
a private security contractor

in the Middle East.

A mercenary.
Does he have any family?

Uh... yep.

Younger brother.
John Clyde.

But he's serving two years
in Lompoc on a battery charge.

Mm.

All right.

I want this to be careful
and methodical.

I don't want anything
to slip through the cracks.

Oh, no.

Volker.

How'd he know?

(Door creaks)

(Door closes)

(Indistinct conversations)

I'm looking for Agent Lisbon.

What are you doing here?

Such hostility.

And here I thought
we were mending fences.

Answer the question.

I came to ask you to drop

this ridiculous
investigation.

I hate to see
an officer of the law

humiliated like this.

Cho, will you show
Mr. Volker out of here?

Gladly.

I'm only looking out
for your best interests.

No, you're not.

You want us to think
that you're gloating,

but you're not.

You're afraid.

(Chuckles) Afraid?

Yeah.

(Chuckles) Well, this certainly
is a strange way of showing it.

I can see
right through you.

We were close, searching
your offices like that.

Too close.

You want us to think
that you're in control,

that you're untouchable.

But you're not.

You're afraid of us.

And you should be.

So you think Don Clyde
helped kill Horatio Jones?

Yeah, I'm sure of it.

Well... fairly sure of it.

But we have no proof.

Correct.

So if we bring him in,
we won't have any leverage,

but if we keep digging,

Volker might find out
and make him disappear.

So bring him in
and fake the leverage.

(Tires screech)

Get out.
Hands in the air.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Turn around.

Whoa. Whoa.

Turn around.
Do it now.

(Handcuffs clatter)

(Click)
Come on. What is this?

What's going on?
Get in the car.

Ah, man.

What did I do?

(Starts engine)

We know you work
for Tommy Volker.

You were working for him
the day

that you and Charles Milk
murdered Horatio Jones.

Volker was there,
wasn't he?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

We can help you.

But you're gonna
have to work with us.

Something just occurred
to me.

You haven't asked
for a lawyer.

Why?

A man in your vocation,

wouldn't that be
second nature?

Only guilty men
need lawyers.

Nice try,
butt that's not it.

We'll go back to that.

I just want to run
a theory by you.

You see, we know
someone saw you kill Jones--

a boy.

Marvin--he saw what you did,
didn't he?

Yes.

So you killed him.

I would never kill
a child.

No, you wouldn't.

You didn't choose this life.

You were forced into it--

a ward of the state
with no options.

You don't enjoy
what you do.

And you're not a sociopath
like Volker

or Charles Milk.

So you let one of them
kill the boy.

No.

No?

Unless...

Unless he's still alive.

He is, isn't he?

You couldn't kill him,

but you couldn't let
a witness

to a murder
that you committed

go free.

So you took him.

You gave him
up someone you trusted.

The boy would be safe,

and any talk of murder
would fall on deaf ears.

What did you do with him,
Clyde?

Where is Marvin Pettigrew?

If I talk...
I'm a dead man.

If you don't,
it's just a matter of time.

Think about
your situation here.

We are gonna start actively
looking for Marvin Pettigrew.

When Volker finds out that
you let a witness go,

a witness that could
tie him to the Jones murder,

what do you think
he's gonna do?

You know his methods
better than anyone.

I'm not saying another word.
I...

(Coughs) No.

So what now?

We have to let him go.

Volker will go after him,
just like you said he would.

Yes, but not today.
Volker's not that good.

Ah, and meanwhile,
Clyde will lead us to Marvin.

Exactly.

Cold. I like it.

Rigsby,

I'm releasing Clyde.

Drop him off
a couple of miles away.

Volker cannot know
he was here.

Sure thing, boss.

Cho, I need you
to tail him.

Maybe he'll lead us
to Marvin Pettigrew.

You got it.

(Gear shift clunks)

All right. Get out.

My apartment's
half an hour away.

Call a cab.

(Car door closes)

(People speaking indistinctly)

Yeah, can I have a cab?

Hey.

Ooh. Is that diet?

Yeah.

Mm.

(Spits) Ugh.

It's like a week old.
Why didn't you tell me?

You didn't ask.

(Blows air)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

Hello.

How is Agent Lisbon today?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

(Exhales deeply)

Clyde...

you're lying to me.

You're a dead man.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

(Engine revs)

(People gasp)

(Brakes squealing)

(All speaking indistinctly)

You said
there was something else.

Yes.

But...

There's no need to be worried
about it, Brenda.

What is it?

Please don't make me
do this.

Make you?

You entered into
this relationship willingly.

Not this.

I didn't agree to this.

Give me the envelope.

(Snaps)

(Rustles papers)

Who is he?

They think he's a witness
to Jones' murder.

(Sighs) Where is he?

I don't know.

I said... where is he?

I don't know. I swear.

Mr. Costa...

I have a job for you.

(People speaking indistinctly)

Did he say anything?

No, he made a call,
dropped his cell,

and walked into the street.

Last call
was from Volker's office.

We need to find
the boy.

And we need to hurry.
Volker knows about him.

How,
you think Clyde told him?

Someone is
feeding Volker information.

Yeah, but who?

I'm not sure, but that's how
he knew about Annabelle

and the search warrant
for V.N.X. Energy.

And it's how he knew
about Clyde.

It's only a matter of time
before he finds Marvin.

(Lisbon) Excuse me.

Van Pelt,
did you get a printout

of Clyde's
cell phone contacts?

Yeah, right here.

All right, here's how
we're gonna do this--

we'll split up the list

and see if we can figure out
who Clyde left the boy with.

We'll need background checks
on everyone.

It'll be someone close to Clyde,
but not immediate family--

a cousin, a childhood friend,
ex-girlfriend.

Most likely a woman that doesn't
have children of her own,

somewhere between the age
of 25 and 50.

And someone who'd want
to be a mother.

Exactly.

All right. We're on a clock
let's move.

(Clicks keyboard keys)

I think I got something.

Anita Doty, 33.

She's the ex-wife
of Clyde's brother.

She has an arrest
for check kiting.

She's single, no dependents.

Clyde sent her money
last month--$500.

Mm. That's her.

Do we have an address?

225-B Cedar Street
in Hayward.

All right, if we can find her,
so can Volker.

Cho, Rigsby, let's go.

Yep, right behind you.

It's apartment B.

Upstairs.

What's this?

That's the job.

What do you want me
to do with him?

What do you think?

I can't do that.

What do you mean?

Get up there now.

No. Sorry. No kids.

I never killed a kid.
I'm not starting now.

(Huffs)

I will bury you for this.
You hear me?

You do what you have to.

But I'm not killing
a little kid.

(Door opens)

Aah!

(Starts engine)

(Cell phone rings)

Hey, Cho. What's up?

We're at the apartment.

No one's here,
but the door's broken open.

There are signs of a struggle.

Do you think
he took Marvin?

Can't be sure.

Damn it.

Cho.

Hang on a second.

Check this out.

Boss, I don't think
Volker has him.

Why?

Because Marvin's
on a school field trip.

He's at the city zoo.

Get Oakland P.D. there.

We're on our way.

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey, Marvin?

Marvin Pettigrew?

(Tires squeal)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Panting)

I'm with her!

You see him?

No.

(Indistinct conversations)

Marvin?

Marvin Pettigrew?

Hey, it's, uh...
It's okay.

I-I need you
to come with me, Marvin.

I'm gonna--I'm gonna
take you to see your mother.

But Anita said
that my mother was dead.

No. No, that's--that's--
that's not true.

Um, I'm gonna--I'm gonna
take you to see her.

Just come with me.

Come with me, Marvin.

Come here.

(Grunts) Let go of me.

(Grunts) Ow.

(Marvin) Let go! Help!

It's Volker. He's here.

(Animals chatter)

(Speaks indistinctly)

(Grunting)

Hey, shut up, kid!
Help!

Help!
Shut up!

Let go of me.
He's taking me!

(Woman) Hey, let go of that kid!
You, stop!

Hey!

(Thuds)

Lisbon, you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.
Ohh!

I'm gonna find the kid.

(Grunts)
You're under arrest.

(Handcuffs click)
(Grunts)

(Grunts)

Ohh!

Relax, Volker. It's over.

(Panting)

(Groans)

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Moans)

(Knock on door)

Be right there.

(Door creaks)

Marvin!

Mom.
Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Mom.

(Cries)

(Kisses)

(Sniffles)

(Kisses)

Oh, my God.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==