All language subtitles for The Mentalist - 5x13 - The Red Barn.en

(Exhales)

Jane?

(Footsteps approach)

(Latch clinks, door rumbles)

Hi, Lisbon.

What are you doing?

Uh, just working.

Okay, well, out here
in the real world,

we have a case.
We have to go.

Yeah. Okay.

Uh...

(Rumbles)

(Latches clinking)

(Rumbles)

(Clinks)

(Lock snaps shut)

Let's go.

You think
you're so mysterious.

I know
what you're doing in there.

Oh, really? What?

You're making a list,

trying to figure out who it is
that you've met that's Red John.

Not just met,
shaken hands with.

How many people are on
that list, anyway?

A lot.

Got a male shooting victim.
Looks to be early 20s.

Happened about an hour ago.
No I.D.

(Lisbon) Who called it in?

(Rigsby) Bartender.
We're getting a statement.

What do the witnesses
have to say?

Uh, not sure.
Cho's talking to them.

Has the coroner
taken a look at him yet?

Yeah, he's on his way.

What... what's that on his face?

What?
Oh, boy.

(Gasps)
Happy anniversary!

What's goin' on?

Come in, everybody!
(Taps bottle)

Ladies and gentlemen,

ten years ago,
Teresa Lisbon

left the San Francisco
Police Department

to join the California Bureau
of Investigation.

Today she is without doubt

the rootinest, tootinest,
sharp-shootinest cop

in the whole state
of California.

Happy anniversary, boss.

Hear, hear.
(Man) Whoo!

If we could start
the music, please?

I had no idea.
(Rigsby) Let's party!

Congratulations, Lisbon.

(Dance music playing)
Thank you, Ron.

Why did you do this?
(Cell phone rings)

It was Rigsby's idea.

Yeah?

Is he taking
his clothes off?

He is.

Oh, my God.
Uh-oh. Yeah.

Congratulations.

Thank you, Ray.

Haffner. Good to see you.

You know, I really enjoyed
when we worked together.

We should do it again sometime.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

You mean when you
almost got me fired?

Yeah, that was
a lot of fun.

Hey, um,
can we grab lunch?

There's just something
I wanna discuss with you.

Yeah, sure.

All right.
I'll call you. Jane.

How come he doesn't like me?

You got lunch here, you got...

Oh, look out.

What?

Okay, that's enough.
Shoo. Okay?

It was fun.
But not my butt.

(Rapid footsteps)

That was the office.
Homicide out in Placer County.

The team that was supposed to
cover for us today

can't make it out there.

Well, I don't think we can drag
Lisbon away from this.

Can't we cover it, Cho?
Yeah. Yeah, we can.

Okay. Where did you
find that guy?

That was fun.
But we're done, okay?

Oh, yeah.
Those are nice moves.

CBI. I'm Agent Cho,
this is Patrick Jane.

Rick Anaya.
Chief here in Elliston.

Good to meet you.
This way.

The bodies were found
in a secret basement

under the barn floor.

(Cho) And what's with
the secret basement?

Yeah, probably built
in the '20s

to hide booze
during prohibition.

My dad, who was chief
before me,

said there used to be stills
all through these parts.

Kids were playing
in the barn,

found a trap door,
went in, found some bones.

If you boys
are still in town for dinner,

Ella's Diner
on Allen street--

best damn chili in town.

(Sighs)

What's the coroner say?

Well, right now he's guessing
they died 20, 25 years ago.

(Patrick) Whoa.
He confirms three bodies in all.

What is it?

Uh, looks like
a shotgun pellet.

Yeah, we found some of those
under the bones.

Figured they fell out the body
as they decomposed.

No shell casings
in here, though.

Must have shot them
somewhere else,

brought the bodies here.

Anything else?
Yeah, a couple of things.

High school class ring.
Guess it fell off one of them.

We'll check that out.
Is that it?

No, this .38.

And one round's
been fired.

Not in here,
as far as we can tell.

You see that wire?

On the wrist?

See, I'm guessing
at least two of the victims

were tied up with it.

This is very depressing.

I'm gonna wait outside.

(Birds chirping)

♪ The Mentalist 5x13 ♪
The Red Barn
Original Air Date on January 27, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

The Red John symbol
was on the side of the barn?

That's weird.
Yeah.

Must have been there
15, 20 years.

Wonder what it means.
What did Jane say?

Nothing.
Wouldn't talk about it.

Okay. (Sighs)
Everybody feel as bad as I do?

Not if you feel
like you look.

I feel fine.

What time did you get back
to the party last night?

A little past 10:00.
Not that you noticed.

Yeah. That, uh, Tequila
was a killer. (Pills rattle)

(Pill bottle snaps shut)

Did I, uh... (Closes drawer)
Do anything embarrassing?

Yes.
Really? What?

Good morning.
Thank you for the party.

It was very thoughtful.
You're welcome.

But I am never gonna forgive you
for that stripper.

Where are we
with the three victims?

Coroner says they probably
died 25 years ago, so 1988.

Talked to
the ring manufacturer.

They traced it back
to a Lester Bradovich

who went
to a high school in Dixon.

Checking him out now.

The gun that was found near
the bodies isn't registered.

No sign of the bullet
that was fired, either.

But I've got techs sweeping
the area around the barn.

Nice work.
Let me know what you find.

She was kidding, right?

About never forgiving?
Nope.

How was the rest
of the party?

Torture. That can never,
ever happen again.

Ten years, huh?

More, actually.

Every year with you
counts as two.

Ah.
Are those from the crime scene?

Yes.

This can't be
a coincidence, can it?

There's no such thing.

These murders happened ten years
before Red John was even active.

A shotgun was never
his weapon of choice.

True.

Well, what happened?
How'd it get there?

Hmm.

They're excellent questions.
You know where to find me.

Got a hit
on Lester Bradovich.

He had a couple of arrests
in the mid-'80s.

Small stuff. Possession,
drunk and disorderly.

No record of him
after 1987.

Family?
A brother in town,

but here's the weird thing--

nobody ever filed
a missing persons report on him.

That's odd.
You and Rigsby go

and see what
the brother has to say.

All right.

So what did I do last night?
Come on. I'm dying here.

You got up on the table
and sang "Bohemian Rhapsody."

Oh. I do a pretty good
Freddie Mercury.

That's not so embarrassing.

Maybe not for you.

Gordon Bradovich?

Yeah?

We need to talk to you
about your brother Lester.

Lester? Are you serious?

(Sighs)

You're--you're positive
it's Lester?

We're waiting for final
confirmation from the coroner,

but we're pretty sure, yeah.

This is just unreal.

When was your last contact
with your brother?

Oh, God, uh,
sometime in the late '80s.

So you haven't seen him
in almost 25 years,

but you never reported him
missing. Why is that?

We didn't think
he was missing.

I don't understand.

Lester had been
in a lot of trouble.

Drugs and scrapes
with the law, and...

then, uh,
when he was about 24,

he--he joined with this,
uh, this group.

A little weird, but, uh,
very strict, very disciplined.

Seemed to straighten him out.

He, uh, he got calmer,
stopped getting into trouble.

And what does that have to do
with his disappearance?

Well, after about
a year with them,

he, uh, he came
to my dad and me,

and he said that he had
to break off all contact

with his biological family.

Yeah. His group said
that this was the only way

his true identity
could emerge.

We were pretty hurt.

But Lester--he was totally
matter-of-fact about it,

had to be done.

That was...
the last time I talked to him.

Now you're telling me
he's been dead all this time?

I just--I-I don't even know
what to think.

What's the name
of the group?

Vision.

No.

Visualize.

You've heard of it?

(Cell phone rings)

(Lisbon) Hello?

(Haffner) Teresa.

Ray Haffner. I've been
looking for you.

Hey, Ray. What's up?

I was wondering if we could
snag that lunch today

at 1:00
at the State House Cafe.

Sure. You wanna tell me
what this is about?

I'm intrigued.

Then my plan is working.
I'll see you then.

What does he want?
Lunch.

Mm.
Mm.

Mr. Jane. Agent Lisbon.

Good to see you again.
Jason Cooper.

Brother Cooper. Ah.
(Pats back)

Last time, uh,
I saw you was, uh,

when Bret Stiles had just
uncovered your plan

to take over this place.

I thought he would have
gutted you like a trout,

but here you are.

Bret's generosity
is only exceeded

by his capacity
for forgiveness.

Mm.

Is Mr. stiles here?
We need to speak with him.

Unfortunately, Bret was called
out of the country this morning.

Convenient.

But he asked me to answer
any question you have.

Won't you come this way?
There's tea.

Lester Bradovich
belonged to our church.

I believe there's a good chance

that all three of the bodies
you found were church members.

Well, what makes you say that,
Mr. Cooper?

These murders occurred in 1988.

At that time, Visualize
owned the Elliston farm.

Everyone who worked there
was a member of the church.

Why did Bret Stiles
own a farm?

He had a dream.

He saw Visualize controlling
an agricultural empire

based on wheat,
but he wanted each of the farms

to be a self-sustaining
bio-community.

So they had to raise their own
vegetables and livestock.

It was a grand vision.

The church bought
a half-dozen farms.

Half a dozen? All run by people
that knew nothing about farming?

Let's just say that enthusiasm

was a poor substitute
for expertise.

They all failed
in a year or two.

Lester Bradovich
ran the Elliston farm

with two others--

Martin Talbot
and Allan Charney.

That's what we have on them.

In July of 1988, when we hadn't
had any word for some weeks,

we sent people down
to investigate.

They found it empty.

We assumed that Bradovich
and the others had abandoned it.

Why didn't you file
a missing persons report?

They were adults.
We weren't their parents.

We assumed they'd run off.

Besides, we have found,
then and now,

that the police rarely take
church complaints seriously

when we do file them.

But we are all horrified
by what happened.

We'll do anything at all
to assist in your investigation.

You have my word.

Martin Talbot was older.
No family.

That explains why
nobody was looking for him.

Allan Charney
had family in Idaho.

They did file
a missing persons report,

but nothing ever came of it.

There's no other information
on either one of them.

All right,
call Charney's family

and let them know
what happened.

Visualize is sending down
their files on Elliston farm.

Go through 'em.
There might be something useful.

All right. Will do.
(Receiver clatters)

I hate cold cases.
No evidence, no witnesses,

and where do you start?

Oh, it's not so bad.
You know what you need?

A viable suspect?

Big bowl of chili verde.
Come on. Let's go.

Ella's Diner?

Best damn chili in town,
I'm told.

Please tell me
we're not here for chili.

Of course not.
We're here to find a killer.

What are we doing here, Jane?

Look around.

The collective memory of this
entire town is in this room.

Anything that happened
in the last 50 years,

you'll find out
about it here.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Lemon for your tea?

No, thanks.

Ma'am,
we're with the CBI.

We're investigating
some murders

that took place in town
20 years back.

You mean the three bodies
in the barn?

Yeah, I heard.

The victims were from
a group called Visualize

that owned the farm.
Do you know anything about that?

All I know is that
they found three dead guys.

Can I get you anything else?

No, thanks.
Collective memory?

Uh, if I may,

who told you about
the three dead guys?

Everybody knows.
Yes, but who told you?

Look, I don't wanna
get anybody in trouble.

Oh, of course. Thank you.

Patrick Jane.
I'm with the CBI.

What's your name?

Miles MacCambridge. Why?

This is my colleague,
Teresa Lisbon.

Hi.

You're the town gossip,
I take it?

I am?

Retired schoolteacher,
by the looks.

Who's your source
on the murders?

Former student,
I'm guessing?

Am I in some kind of trouble?

Possibly.
No, you're not.

Jury's still out.

We're investigating
the murders,

and we'd really appreciate it
if you could tell us

anything about that farm
that we found the bodies at.

Oh, yeah. Well, it's--it's been
through a lot of hands.

It's not very good land.

No one's worked it
for at least a decade.

What about the group,
Visualize?

They owned the farm
back in the mid-'80s?

Sure, I remember them.
They stuck out.

Pretty useless as farm folk.

How did they get along
with the other people in town?

Were there any conflicts
that you remember?

They mostly kept to themselves.

I remember one person
bitching about 'em--

a farmer named Tom Crayhew.

Couldn't tell you
what he was upset about,

too long ago.

Uh, we really appreciate it.
Thank you.

So I'm not in any trouble?
Jury's still out.

You're fine, sir.
(Door opens)

Looky here.

Took me up on
my recommendation, I see?

Tell Elena to put your check
on my tab.

Aw, that's okay.

Please. It's a long tab.

Enjoy.

(Singsongy)
You don't like him.

(Normal voice) Former student?
Yes.

Mean kid? Pulled on
the girls' pigtails?

He's chief of police,

which is a pretty
powerful position around here.

If you'll excuse me.

Hmm.

Is this the stuff
from Visualize?

Yeah, it's mostly letters
from the farm to Visualize

asking for more help
and more money.

And Bradovich,
Charney, and Talbot

were the only
full-time workers.

But Visualize was sending
temporary people all the time--

some members,
some potential recruits.

Their names weren't even
recorded most of the time.

Most of the time?

Yeah, there's one lead--
a guy named Peter Dibuono

is listed as working at the farm
in '86 and '87.

He might be able
to tell us something.

I reached him on e-mail.
He's coming in to talk.

Good.

You and Rigsby
go to Elliston.

Talk to a farmer
named Tom Crayhew.

Apparently he had some sort of
beef with the Visualize farm.

I'll be back in an hour.
Where you going?

Lunch.
Ah.

No, no. My hat's off.

I-I only lasted two days
as Jane's boss.

He nearly killed me.

So you--you --clearly
know things that I don't.

He is not
that hard to handle.

Really? Seriously?
'Cause I know a couple...

thousand people
who would disagree with that.

So... ten years?

People keep on saying that.
I don't know why.

I don't feel any different.

I'm hoping it means
you're ready for a change.

Oh, what is that
supposed to mean?

I'm leaving CBI.

I've lined up some capital.
I'm starting my own firm.

Security and investigations
for high-end clients.

I was wondering if you'd
consider coming with me.

Right.

You're one of the top agents
in the division.

Everyone knows it.

You--you deserve a position
commensurate with your gifts.

I am flattered, Ray,
but I like my job.

Yeah, I like my job, too.

I'd like it better if I'd had
a raise in the past three years.

California's broke,
if you didn't notice.

It's not about the money.

That's the starting salary.

That'll keep you in
leather jackets, I think.

It's not about the money.
I like what I do.

It's a good job.
It's good work.

Is it the work,
or is it Jane?

He's part of the work.

Sure. And you guys--you guys
have a track record,

I-I understand why
you wanna stick with that.

But if there's one thing
that I've learned about Jane,

it's that catching bad guys
is a game to him,

and--and he's gonna
quit someday.

Maybe because he gets
Red John,

maybe because--what--
he just gets bored.

When that happens,
you're gonna be on your own.

Driving out
to some crime scene

in the middle of nowhere
at 5:00 a.m.,

asking Rigsby
what sort of sad story

you gotta unravel this time.

Is that what
you really want?

Because I think
you deserve better.

Think about it.

(Shifts gears)

Mr. Crayhew?

Mr. Crayhew, we're with CBI.
Open up, please!

I will not be bullied!

Put the gun down.

You cannot make a man
render unto Caesar

that which he does not
choose to render.

What?

Sir, whatever the problem is,

we can work it out.
Just put the gun away.

Federal income tax
is an illegal taking

under the Fifth Amendment of
the United States Constitution,

and I will not pay it!

Sir, we're not
with the I.R.S.

Says you.

We have nothing to do
with your taxes.

We wanna talk about some
killings at a nearby farm.

You're not federal agents?

You're not here to collect?

No, sir. California Bureau
of Investigation.

Now put the gun down.
Do it now.

Yeah, I remember
those clowns from Visualize.

That land's
right next to mine.

Killed everything
they--they touched.

Plus they were thieves.

Why thieves?

Well, they stole
my damn water.

I got a stream
up that way.

They diverted it
into their fields,

like I wouldn't notice.

So me and my 12-gauge went
to talk it over with them.

I told those wackadoodles
to stop stealing my water,

and one of 'em
pulled a revolver.

I thought we were gonna
have a shooting right there.

Do you recall
what kind of revolver it was?

Nope.

Was one of these...
the man that threatened you?

It was that one.

He was wound up.
Had that look, you know?

Just ready to go.

I truly thought I was gonna have
to shoot him right there.

But I didn't.

I didn't.
I swear to God.

But I don't condemn
whoever did shoot him, though.

You've heard how
they treated their animals?

No. How?

They... tortured 'em,
basically.

Unnatural stuff.

Satanic ritual stuff.

Really?
You know that for a fact?

If you don't believe me,
talk to the Vet.

She was on 'em all the time

about how they were treating
their stock.

She was ready to call
the county on 'em.

And what's this vet's name?

I think she retired now.

Mm.

Preston. That's it.

(Jane) Hello, Lisbon.

Are you ever gonna
let me in there again?

How was lunch?

Lovely.
Haffner offered me a job.

(Latch clinks)

(Door rumbles)

Really?

You gonna take it?

Right now
I'm considering it.

Come on. We have to
go talk to the Vet.

(Rumbles)

(Clattering)
Oh, my God.

(Rumbles)

(Lock snaps shut)

(Dog barks)

(Toy squeaks)
This one's for Doug.

Dr. Ellen Preston?

Oh, uh, no, I'm...

Dr. Preston's my mom.
I'm Holly Preston.

Holly. Pretty good
with those dogs.

Oh, well, thanks.
I should be.

I'm with them all day. (Dog panting)
I run a doggy day care.

Is there something
I can do for you?

We're with the CBI.

We need to ask
your mother some questions.

(Dog barks)

Oh.

Is that a problem?

(Holly) She was diagnosed
with Alzheimer's

about eight years ago.

She still responds,

but she's not very good at
talking to people anymore.

I'm sorry.

(Lisbon) Oh, don't be.

She looks peaceful.

She is... mostly.

(Lisbon) You've probably heard

we found three bodies
on a nearby farm.

25 years ago,
the farm was owned

by a church called Visualize.
Does that ring a bell?

I've heard about them.
They made kind of a splash.

Hi, little boy.
Who's a good boy?

Yeah. Oh, he likes that.
You like that?

Is... that what you wanted
to talk to my mom about?

We heard
that she was concerned

about the way some of
the animals were being treat.

We just wanted to know
what that was about.

Rumor has it they were
performing satanic rituals.

What? (Sighs)
We'd heard there may have been

some unnatural acts going on.

Have you been talking
to Tom Crayhew?

Why? Does it sound like him?

Oh, exactly like him.

I would remember if my mom
thought something was happening.

There were no rituals.

I think my mom
was just concerned

that the farm was failing.

People take it out
on the animals

once a place goes south.

Did you ever go up there?
No.

I was 16, and I was
all about boys then.

I wouldn't go to the farm
with my mom if I could avoid it.

Well,
all the academic achievements

suggest you were focused
on a little more than just boys.

Well, maybe now and then,

but that was
a long time ago.

Is that all you wanted
to ask about?

Yes. Yeah.
Thank you for your time.

Jane. Jane.
Yes. Who's that, huh?

Is that good?
That's really good. (Chuckles)

Jane?
That's really good.

Agent Van Pelt?
Yes?

Father Peter Dibuono.
You asked to see me?

Obviously,
I haven't been a member

of Visualize for some time.

If I were to be kind
to my younger self,

I would say
that my time with them

was an early stage
in a long spiritual journey.

What if you
weren't being kind?

I was a stupid punk
who didn't know any better.

Bret Stiles says a lot
of things that sound good

if you don't think
about 'em too hard.

Some of what he says
makes sense, though.

Yes. And there's a core of truth
in every good lie.

All that talk
about self-actualization

can be very, very seductive.

Oh, it's not just seduction.
What's wrong with wanting to be

the most powerful version
of you you can be?

If you were a good person,

it would just make you
an even better one.

Well, it depends on how
you look at it, I guess.

You wanted to ask me
about the Elliston farm?

You worked there, right?

No, I ran it.
From mid-'86 to late '87.

That was a crazy time.

There was a lot of pressure
from Visualize

to make that place work.

We just didn't have
the people or the expertise.

And that's why they brought
Bradovich in to take over.

Lester Bradovich?

Mm-hmm, and Lester--
he was a true believer.

He worked people
insanely hard--

18, 20 hours a day.

No one lasted long except
for him, Talbot and Charney.

After I left, um, I heard--
this is just a rumor--

that--that Lester had been
giving people drugs

to keep them working
when they were tired.

What kind of drugs?

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

Speed, I would guess.

But he must have
been desperate,

because there were
so many ex-addicts

in the church at that time

that Visualize
was very strict about drugs.

If he couldn't get
the drugs from the church,

where would he get 'em?

I have no idea.

Father Dibuono.
Uh, Patrick Jane.

Uh, Agent Van Pelt told me
you used to work

on the Elliston farm.

That's right.

May I show you something?

Do you know what that is?

Uh, sure.
Yeah, I saw that.

When?

A few months
after I left the farm,

I, uh, I went back
for a visit,

and that's when I saw it.

Talbot said that some kid
who worked on the farm--

he did it.

"Some kid," that's all
he said about it?

Yeah, yeah. Some kid.

How old was Talbot?

Uh, 50-something?

Ah. So anyone under the age
of 30 could be "some kid".

You know, I asked Talbot
what it meant,

the smiley face.

He said,
"what does anything mean?"

Hmm.

But he said it with this really
deranged expression on his face.

There was a bad vibe
about that place.

Evil.

I didn't spend
more than half an hour there,

and I never went back.

And you've never seen
that image

anywhere else ever since?

No. No. But I've been out
of the country a lot.

Missionary work.
Central America. (Bell dings)

Is something the matter,
Mr. Jane?

No. No, not at all.
Appreciate your time.

(Bell dings)

When the murders occurred,

Bradovich was pushing the farm
workers as hard as possible.

They were stealing water
from neighboring farms,

and still failing
to make the farm produce.

How does any of that
get the three of them killed?

Well, I checked on Crayhew.

He spent some time
with a right-wing militia

in the mid-'80s.

The county sheriff
still thinks

he's got a lot more guns
on that farm.

(Lisbon)
It wouldn't surprise me.

What about the forensics team
that was searching the farm?

Did they come up
with anything?

Nothing yet. They're still looking.
Stay on 'em.

I'm interested in the drugs
the good father mentioned.

He said
it was just a rumor.

Well, if Bradovich is working
them around the clock,

I'm betting they had
a little chemical help.

And if they didn't get it
from Visualize,

then where did they
get it from?

Who knows?

Everyone who could tell us
is dead.

Not everyone.

Hmm. Nope.

Don't remember
any of 'em.

Of course, I was just...
(Exhales) 17 at the time.

Not likely to run
into boys like these.

And, uh, as far
as drug deals in 1988,

I couldn't tell you
anything about that.

Wasn't bustin' drug dealers
quite yet.

Hmm.

Would your office
have any record

of drug arrests back then?

A lot of the old files
have been archived.

They're in some warehouse
in Fresno.

I can send somebody
to go look,

but it's gonna--
it's gonna take a while.

Hmm. Could do that.

Or you could just tell us
what drugs you sold 'em.

(Laughs) Excuse me?

You were dealing drugs
back then, weren't you?

And they were clients.

Whatever gives you the idea
that I dealt drugs?

You're self-indulgent.
You're corrupt.

You pretended
not to know Bradovich

when clearly,
you recognize him.

You knew we were gonna
talk about drugs.

So why lie
about not selling 'em?

Look, I'm--I'm not
sitting still for this, okay?

You withhold information from us
during this investigation,

it's considered
obstruction of justice.

They'll take your badge
for that.

You might have to start paying
for that chili verde.

(Inhales and exhales)

I might have dealt
a little in high school.

Lot of people did, okay?
It wasn't no big deal.

And by the way,
I'm pretty sure

the statute of limitations
has expired on that.

Did you sell drugs
to Bradovich?

This is between us, right?

Law officer
to law officer?

Chief...

He was looking for speed
to keep his people working.

I sold him some.

But right away,
he came back for more.

A lot more.

I didn't have the kind
of quantity he wanted,

so I put him in touch with some
serious guys I knew in Stockton.

Scary dudes.

Hell, maybe they killed 'em.

I'm gonna need those names.

Two of the drug dealers
Anaya gave us are dead.

The other one's
on death row in Texas.

I've got a call in
to the Department of Corrections

to see if I can interview him.

Oh, remember
the missing bullet

from the gun
we found near the bodies?

Techs finally found it.

It was buried in the dirt
in front of the barn.

Like somebody
had shot into the ground.

Where outside the barn?

Right in front
of the big painted face.

Hmm.

So what do you think?

Should I go to Texas
and talk to this guy?

By all means, take a trek
to the Lone Star state.

But I think I can
solve this case quicker.

How?

Get everyone we've interviewed
to Ella's Diner

first thing tomorrow morning.

Well, why the diner?

For the coffee, of course.

Hey, Ray.

Hey. I was, uh,
just checking in.

Seeing if you had a chance
to think about the offer.

I think you already know
my answer.

You're missing out
on something big.

I'm sure I am.

How's the case?
You getting anywhere?

We're making progress.

Did you get anything from
the stuff Cooper sent down?

No, not much.

Hmm.

Ray, Jason Cooper's name
isn't on that board.

So?

How did you know
that he sent us material?

Someone on your team
must have told me.

No one else knew
except myself and Jane.

Did somebody from
the church tell you?

Ray?

Are you a member
of Visualize?

As a matter of fact, I am.

I don't talk about it much.

People tend to
take it the wrong way--

the way that you're taking it
right now, I think.

Oh, that's not true.

Really?

No.

Look,
I was a screwed-up kid.

I was headed down
a bad path,

and some people from Visualize
took an interest

and helped straighten me out.

I-I-I don't think
that Bret Stiles is God.

You know, he just happens to say
some things that I believe.

The money to fund
your agency--

is that coming
from Visualize?

Some, not all.

(Chuckles)

(Laughs) Teresa,
stop looking at me

like I just
turned into a robot.

It's just me.

Just in time, Lisbon.

Morning, Jane. Nice party.

Can I get some of that coffee?

Nope.

This is only
for the suspects.

What?
For who?

What did you say?
That's right.

You're all here

because one of you
killed Lester Bradovich,

Martin Talbot,
and Allen Charney.

Why would I kill three members
of my own church?

Well, because the farm
was failing,

and Bret Stiles
didn't want that to happen.

But maybe it wasn't you.

Mr. Bradovich here
was angry with his brother

for abandoning his family.

Even if I was, why would I kill
the other two guys?

Who knows
how a homicidal maniac thinks?

Homicidal maniac?

I was 16, Mr. Jane.

Yes, but your mother
was an adult,

and she was angry
with the farmers

over how they were
treating the animals.

Are you seriously saying
my mother killed these people?

You're right.
Maybe it was the priest.

He was angry because he was
displaced as the farm's leader.

No, I wasn't.

Then there's the angry farmer
and the police chief.

Whoever did this,
it was definitely one of you,

and in a moment,
we're gonna find out which one.

But first...

more coffee, anyone?

(Whispers) No.

(Crying) No. No. No. No.
Mom. Mom.

No, no, no.
Mom...

Mom, take it easy.
(Whimpering)

What's her problem?
Why's she so upset?

She recognizes the symbol.
There was one at the farm.

You mean the face on the barn?
Right.

And she knows
what happened underneath it.

Are you saying
she's the killer?

We're gonna have to ask
your mother some questions.

No. You can't.

Ms. Preston,
you got no choice.

She won't understand.

Well, we're gonna
have to try.

Come on.
We'll treat her right.

No. It's not her.

It's me. (Breathing heavily)

It's me.

You thought it was me
when we met, didn't you?

I thought that was
a possibility.

Young woman, high-achieving,

ends up running
a doggy day care.

Suggested something went wrong
along the way.

Yeah.

That sounds about right.

(Exhales)

My mother was concerned
about the Visualize farm.

I was riding along when she made
a visit in the area.

And she said
she wanted to check on them

to see what was going on.

It had rained that day...
(Turns off engine)

So the ground was wet.

(Crickets chirping)

You stay here.
I'll be just a minute.

Next thing I knew,
I heard someone shouting.

Don't tell me what to do!

There are laws.

I don't care
about any of your laws!

Laws that say this animal

has to be fed
and taken care of!

And if you won't take care
of it, I will report you!

I... I should...

You want me
to take care of it? Fine!

I'll take care of it!
(Gunshot)

(Squeals)

(Breathing heavily)

He looked so crazy.
Just out of his mind.

Well,
he was amped up on speed.

He'd been sleep-deprived
for weeks.

He was out of his mind.

What happened next?

Oh, you son of a bitch!

(Slaps)

(Holly) Mom!

(Ellen screaming)

(Grunting)

I thought he was gonna
kill my mother.

I had to do something.

Hey!

Get off her!

Hey!
(Gun cocks)

(Fires)

(Breathing heavily)

I-I don't understand...

Where were Charney and Talbot?
How did they get shot?

I don't know.

What?

I-I don't know anything
about them, I swear. I...

It wasn't me.

What wasn't you?

Holly?

What happened
when you hid the body?

My mother was sure
I could go to jail.

And she couldn't
let that happen.

She wouldn't
let that happen.

She knew there was
a basement in the barn.

So we went down there,

and that's when we found
the other two.

Talbot and Charney's bodies
were already there?

I-I guess it was them.

Did you see anything else?
Anything at all?

No.

After we dumped the body,

we got out of there
as fast as we could.

I had a feeling...

Someone was there with us.

Someone was watching us.

Hey. You got a second?

Sure.

Word is Holly Preston's only
gonna face manslaughter charges

for the homicides.
That true?

We suggested it to the D.D.A.,
and he agreed.

Really?

She claims she did it
in self-defense,

and we believed her.
She'll serve time.

Three guys got killed.

She only killed one of them,
and it was in self-defense.

That's what she says.

Are you in the business
of taking killers at their word?

I believe her.

Did someone from Visualize
ask you to talk to me?

Because you've never
come to my office

and questioned
my arrests before.

Yeah, I might have
gotten some calls.

Might've heard some concern

that you pushed
for lighter sentences

because the victims
were church,

and maybe
you don't like the church.

Absolutely not.

Would you be willing
to push for a murder charge,

have another talk
with the D.D.A.?

Absolutely not.

Okay. Had to try.

Thank you
for hearing me out.

Hey, I-I heard
about Jane's trick.

How did he make
that symbol appear on the table?

Lemon juice.
Kid's invisible ink.

The heat from the coffee pot
made it appear.

Lemon juice. Of course.

Hey, Ray...

You said that you joined
Visualize as a teenager.

So 1988,
you would have been 21?

Yeah, about that.

Did they ever send you to work
at the Elliston farm?

Were you there?

Lisbon, we're still
friends, right?

Why would you ask me that?

(Latch clinks)

(Door rumbles)

Lisbon.

Hi, Jane.

What's up?

I had something
I wanted to tell you,

but I've had enough of this.
Let me in, or else.

Or else what?

I don't know, but you're not
gonna like it.

Hmm.

Are we partners or what?

(Whispers)
Come in, partner.

(Latch clinks)

Wow.

What did you want
to tell me?

Visualize absolutely refuses

to let us look at
a membership list from 1988,

or any other year
before or after.

And since they're a recognized
religious organization,

no judge
will give us a warrant.

If Red John was a member
of Visualize in 1988,

we'll never know.

Figures.

Never mind.

We know that Red John
was at Elliston farm in 1988.

That is a huge leap forward,
Lisbon. Huge.

How so?

I recalled all the names
of the 2,164 people

that I met
and shook hands with

since Red John
murdered my family.

I might have missed
one or two, but not many.

807 of those names
were women.

And Red John's
probably not a woman.

Another 949 were men that I had
brief encounters with

that I never saw
or heard from again.

That leaves 408 names.

And Elliston farm will exclude
a whole bunch more.

I'm getting close, Lisbon.

I'm getting very close.

Tell me some of the names.

There's gotta be some
that are at the top of the list.

Sure.

There's some
interesting names.

Well, tell me.

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