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You really like this guy, huh?

He got a promotion in D.C.,

and he asked me
to go with him

so we can be together.
Ah.

My sister's Amy Welker.

You have to find her.

She was abducted with you?
Yes.

How long
were you held captive?

I couldn't tell.

I never saw the sunlight.

Two days, maybe.

Her sister was there.
There are more girls.

You're right-handed.
Yes.

So, that heart on your hand,
y-you didn't draw that?

No.
They did.

They took
a sample of blood from

all the trafficking victims,
including Daniela.

Why do you think
they needed the blood?

I don't know yet.

Look, I-I've been thinking
a-about you leaving.

And I really want you
to be happy.

And that is the most important
thing to me --

that you do
what makes you happy.

The body's been cut open.

They're killing these girls
for their organs.

And I need a list
of every transplant facility

in the country.

We need to track down
where these organs went.

Thanks, Wylie.

What's going on?

The office said
multiple homicides?

Three, all women.

And we believe

they were from
the same trafficking operation

that we investigated.

It gets worse.

All three girls
were missing vital organs.

What?

They were harvested --

we think for sale
on the black market.

How can I help?

You could
start with this place --

Wheatondale
Medical Center.

We need to know
who had access to it.

And, also,
the Qasimi brothers.

Well, you don't think they had
anything to do with this?

They worked closely with
whoever abducted these girls.

I'm guessing the same people
are behind their murders.

I'll contact
Beaumont penitentiary.

I should be able
to see the Qasimis tonight.

Okay, if you guys have
any problems, give me a call.

Three women.

Think there were more?

Many more.

Covered up
like they're old cars,

just...set there
unceremoniously, you know,

like you set down
a cup of tea.

And look at their feet --

their blood types
written on their soles.

There's nothing special
about these murders.

It's just routine,
transactional.

It's a business,
a production line.

Exactly.

Our Bureau's major-crimes unit
covers the greater D.C. area.

We investigate hundreds
of crimes each year,

ranging from homicide
to armed robbery to kidnapping.

Sounds like
you've got your hands full.

We do.

So when Pike told me
you were thinking of

making a move to D.C.,

I jumped at the chance
to snap you up

before someone else did.

Job's yours if you want it.

Uh, that sounds great,
sir.

I just need some time
to think about it.

Wouldn't have it any other way.
But do me a favor.

Let me know
as soon as you can.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Pike, Abbott.

Talk soon, Don.

Wow.

Sounds like
a great gig, Teresa.

You know
we'd be sorry to lose you.

So...

What are you thinking?

I don't know yet.

Well, Abbott's right.
It's a great job.

And Don's the best.

I believe you.

Well, look, Teresa.

I've been patient.

I...

I kind of
went out on a limb for you --

pushed Don
to pass on other candidates

so that I could have you
with me in D.C.

I mean,
I know it's a big decision,

but it's a decision
you need to make.

Morning, Lisbon.

Pike.

♪ The Mentalist 6x21 ♪
Black Hearts
Original Air Date on May 11, 2014

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@elder_man

All right,
got anything?

We might
have a hit on the truck

used to traffic the girls
to the Qasimi brothers.

It's the one
we intercepted.

We've had that truck
for days.

What's taking so long?

Well, the truck
was leased by one company,

which is owned
by another company,

which is a subsidiary
of another company.

There's six in total,
all privately owned.

Which makes figuring out
who owns it a nightmare.

I just got back
from the prison.

The Qasimi brothers are dead.

What?

They were stabbed to death
in their cell this morning.

Whoever abducted these girls
must have gotten to them.

We think Amy
is with a group of girls

that was trafficked
across the border into Mexico.

From there, she would've been
transported by cargo ship,

most likely
to a buyer in South America.

South America?

We estimate Amy will be arriving
at a foreign port

in the next few days.

That'll be our best chance
to find her.

Why wasn't I with her?
Why was I held separately?

A small number of girls
were pulled from the main group.

You were one of them.

That's why you had the heart
drawn on your hand.

What happened to them?

They were taken
to an abandoned medical facility

outside Dallas.

We found the girls
murdered.

Their organs
had been harvested.

Oh, my God.

Was -- was Amy --

No. We're sure of that.

We're gonna find her.

What you doing?

Nothing. Thinking.

What, uh,
meaning-of-life-type stuff?

Something like that,
yeah.

I got something.
Wheatondale Medical Center.

I started background checks
on everyone associated with it.

Anything turn up?
No.

But then I cross-referenced
that list of names

with the trucking-company
information.

Got a hit --
Michael Ridley.

Who's he?

A partner
in the equity group

that sold Wheatondale
two years ago,

so he would have had access
to the building.

And he just so happens
to own the same company

I traced our confiscated truck
back to.

That is
quite a coincidence.

Yes, it is.

So, you can understand
why we're here, Mr. Ridley.

Oh, I'll admit
it's suspect,

but I can assure you
I had nothing to do

with these horrific acts.

What was your involvement in
the Wheatondale Medical Center?

It was
a distressed property.

My partners and I
purchased it,

sold off the medical equipment
that was still valuable.

Just like
harvesting a crop.

When was the last time
you were there?

Wheatondale?
I've never been there.

Mr. Ridley, what was --

Interesting office.

Very plain, simple.

No muss, no fuss.

I never felt the need
to decorate.

An office is for work.

You were saying?

What were
30 abducted women

doing in a truck
owned by your company?

One of my companies.
I'm in shipping and logistics.

I own or co-own dozens.

Let's talk about that.

Your corporate structure
is incredibly convoluted.

It's almost like

you didn't want the truck
linked back to your company.

Not at all.

It's simply done that way
for tax purposes.

I wouldn't want to bore you
with the details.

What is so boring
about the details?

Well, to me, nothing,
but for most people,

corporate accounting
isn't exactly thrilling.

We've got time.

Unless, of course,

there's something
you're trying to hide.

I think we're getting off
on the wrong foot.

Here's the name and number
of my CFO.

He'll make sure you have access
to everything you need.

I have absolutely
nothing to hide.

Hello, Mr. Ridley.

Anthony, I just had
a conversation with the FBI.

I see.
Is everything all right?

No. Apparently,
they found three dead women

at the Wheatondale
medical facility.

Hmm.
Well, that is disturbing.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

I'm sure the FBI will find
whoever's responsible.

Nevertheless,
I'd like you to look into it.

Absolutely, sir.
Anything you need.

Hey, Cho.

Hey.

You got a minute?

What's up?

I got offered a job
in D.C.

You gonna take it?

I don't know. Maybe.

Don't tell anybody,
all right?

Okay.

It'd be a great move,
though.

You think?
Absolutely.

You remember the first day
we worked together?

Sure.

I almost quit.

Really? Why?
Rigsby.

But then I saw
the way you worked.

I knew I had to stay.

I wouldn't be where I am today
if it weren't for you.

Whatever decision you make,
it's been an honor.

Thank you.

By the way, they're ordering
Chinese for lunch.

Forensics found something
at Wheatondale --

DNA from 16 different people,
so far.

Wait.

Are you saying that 16 women
were killed in there?

About 15 of them were women.

Some of the DNA
comes from a man.

His name's
Alexander Lark.

At first, I thought
he might be another victim,

but he was
never reported missing.

Do you think
he was involved?

I think that he's the one
that carved up these women.

Up until seven years ago,
Lark was a surgeon,

and that's when
he lost his license.

Well, where is he now?

The local P.D.
went to Lark's house,

but they didn't
find anything.

His neighbors haven't seen him
in a couple of days.

Does he have any family
in the area?

He has a daughter --
April.

She lives in San Antonio.

Okay.

Well, grab Cho
and see what the daughter knows.

April, have you spoken
to your father recently?

Does two years ago count?

He's been missing
for a few days.

We need to
ask him some questions.

Like I said,
we don't talk much.

Why not?

Do you have
a couple hours?

Mom died, I don't know,
eight years ago.

Dad decided that was a good time
to start drinking.

He became
someone different --

lost his job, his house.

I don't even know how
to be around him anymore.

Do you have any guesses
where he might have gone?

Anything could be useful.

It's probably nothing,

but my father grew up
near the beach,

in Corpus Christi.

Sometimes, when he wanted to
get away, he'd go there.

Okay.
Thanks for your time.

What kind of trouble is he in,
anyway?

Actually, never mind.
I don't even want to know.

Hmm.

Thank you for seeing us again,
Mr. Ridley.

Anything to help.

Garish, I know.
My ex-wife's idea.

No.
It was your idea.

It's an intimidation technique.

Is it?

Yeah. You want
whoever comes here

to know exactly
who they're dealing with.

Well, now we know.

Very perceptive.

So, how can I help you?

You recognize this man?

His name's
Alexander Lark.

He was a doctor
years ago.

No, can't say
that I do.

He's lying.
Excuse me?

Lark worked with you.

It's as plain to me
as that nose on your face.

I'm beginning
to realize

you've got a certain idea
about me,

but let me be
more than clear.

You are mistaken.

We're gonna find Lark,
and when we do,

we'll know
if you're involved.

Cho, it's Wylie.

Corpus Christi P.D.
spotted Lark's car.

It's in the marina district.

There's his car.

Here we go.

Alexander Lark!

FBI!
Don't even think about running!

Let me see your hands.

Hello.

We have a problem.
The FBI is arresting Lark.

They cannot take him alive.

Is Lark in range?

Yes,
but he's not alone.

Go. Go now.

Everybody okay?

Yeah, I think so.

You've had your drink.

Now tell us
how Ridley's operation worked.

Uh...

Ridley had a guy
named Jesse.

His real name
was James O'Conner.

He was found dead
this week.

Uh, h-he'd find the girls
for Ridley.

Most of them
were sold off,

but if their tissue
and blood type were a match...

for someone needing
an organ transplant

they were brought to me --
a heart drawn on their hand.

And you killed them?

They came to me drugged.

But yes, yes.

Propofol.

They never felt a thing.

I'd remove the organ,

and one of Ridley's employees
would pick it up

and deliver it
to the buyer.

Ridley forged paperwork so
the organs seemed aboveboard.

The hospitals
that performed the transplants

never had a clue.

This employee --
you have a name?

No.
He wasn't a chatty type.

He was, uh, young,
maybe late 20s.

I'd store the bodies
in the freezer.

Every few weeks,

that same guy would come
and take them away.

When did you start working
for Ridley?

Uh...Six years ago.

He was an old patient.

When I lost my license,
he offered me a job.

I needed the money,
and he paid well.

You see,
Ridley's been involved

with human trafficking
for years.

He used the money he made
to go into legitimate business.

I'm curious.

Did it ever bother you --
killing these women?

Sure.

Of course.

But after a while...

You stop
thinking about it.

And that means profits
for the next quarter

are expected to rise
by at least 7%.

Yeah, I wouldn't
be so sure of that,

especially
when your C.E.O. is behind bars.

Michael Ridley,
you're under arrest

for human trafficking
and murder.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say or do
can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

No, we don't know
which ship the girls are on,

but we believe
they're headed to South America.

How many ships
are we looking at?

45 total, but 33 have docked
and been inspected.

Unfortunately,
nothing was found.

The remaining 12 will be
arriving in your territories.

We need a search
of each one.

That's gonna be a problem
on my end.

Colombian port officials
are bought off by the cartels,

and drugs
are going in and out.

They're not just gonna
open the doors for the FBI.

Ambassador Moreno,
this is agent Cho with the FBI.

Hello agent. I was just briefed
on your situation.

I'd be happy to facilitate
a search warrant...

but it may take some time.

We don't have time, sir.

I'm sorry, but there's
a chain of procedure.

You understand
what will happen to these girls

if we don't find them?

Agent Cho --

You understand
what will happen to you?

Are you threatening me?
No, sir.

But I'm not an enemy
you want to make.

Now,
we know that the cartels

have infiltrated
local government --

even high-ranking officials
like yourself.

If this warrant
doesn't come through in time,

we'll be forced
to look into it.

Let me see what I can do.

Thank you, sir.

They're letting Ridley out
on bail.

I'd say
congratulations,

but I think your victory
will be short-lived.

Give us a moment?

Michael. I --
a moment.

I know
you want me punished.

You want to
see me suffer.

I wouldn't object to it.

You've misjudged me.

I've done nothing wrong.

You truly believe that,
don't you?

Of course I do.

It's just business to you --
all these women dead.

It's just numbers
on a spreadsheet,

figures
on your bottom line.

First of all,
I didn't kill anyone.

But perhaps
the man who did

wasn't solely concerned
with money.

Perhaps he had
a greater cause in mind.

Perhaps the lives
of these women were taken

so that the lives of
important men could be spared --

scientists, leaders,
philanthropists,

people
who shape the world.

I-I'm not sure how
I'm supposed to react to that.

Oh, come on.
It's just us.

If anyone could understand
that perspective, it's you.

Well, you're right.

I've worked with psychopaths
and monsters for years,

so, yes, I do understand
your perspective...very well.

Have a lovely afternoon.

Sure.

You too.

We want names
of every organ recipient.

We find these people,

we can get them
to testify against Ridley.

I -- I need
another drink.

Not this time.
Not until you talk.

I-I can't help you.

Ridley was the only one
who knew their names.

He kept the information
on an encrypted laptop.

I never
had access to it.

And you never talked to Ridley
about any of these people --

not once in six years?

Mr. Lark, you have the chance
to do something right for once.

Um...

Uh, well, it's not much,
but, uh, last week,

uh, I had a meeting
at, uh, Ridley's house.

I got there early

and overheard Ridley
with a client.

He was sick, uh,

said he needed a transplant
as soon as possible.

I heard him say
he was Nigerian

and in the states
conducting meetings

for his oil business.

H-h-he and Ridley had met
at a fundraiser in Houston.

Okay. Anything else?

He had, uh,
an expensive gold watch --

a Philippe Badeaux.

I used to have one
just like it.

Okay, so you don't
have recipient names.

What about
Ridley's employee?

You know, anything else
you can tell me about him?

What's this?

Ridley's employee had
that tattooed on his forearm.

Run it through the database.
See if anything pops.

You got it.

Jane.

Scooch over.

How often do you sleep
in your own bed, anyway?

Oh,
I don't like that bed.

Too many lumps.

Maybe you should
get a new bed.

Mm.

Actually, you know what?

I always
did like this couch.

Jane.

Jane --

Take your call,
Lisbon.

Fischer?

What? When?

Guards found him
this morning.

Did he leave a note?

No.

But they found that
on his bed.

Now, what do you
make of that?

Does this belong to you?

Where did you find this?

We found it
in your father's cell.

But that's impossible.

I was wearing it last night.

I -- I thought I lost it.

April...

Were you alone last night?

Yes.

Why?

Wait,
a-are you telling me

that there was someone
in my house?

Ridley found her.
That's why Lark killed himself.

And killed our case
against Ridley in the process.

Maybe so,
but we can't prove it.

I'm having Wylie

pull the security tapes
from the jail.

Maybe we can find out

how Ridley got the necklace
into Lark's cell.

Good idea.

What about the man
that worked for him?

We're looking into it,

but all we have
is a vague description

and a tattoo.

The Nigerian.

Excuse me?

The man Lark spoke of.

The man Ridley met with.

If Lark was right

and the man
was an organ recipient,

he'd be able
to implicate Ridley.

If he'll talk,

and if he actually
was a recipient.

We don't even know
if he's still in the country.

You don't have to be
so negative.

You haven't found her?

No. Not yet.

She's alive.

I know she is.

We think
we've narrowed down her location

to one of four cargo ships
headed for Colombia.

If we're right,

she should be arriving
within 12 hours,

and we'll be there
to find her.

And if you're wrong?

I got him.

Well not him,
specifically,

but I think I found
the fundraising event

Lark was talking about.

The Blue Skies gala.

It was held six weeks ago
in Houston.

Looks like it was
an environmental charity event

put on
by domestic oil companies.

Including
representatives

from Africa-based
Ar Ahim Energy.

This must be the event

where Ridley
met this Nigerian man.

Nice work.

E-mail me the contact info
for the event company.

Already did.

Hi. I'm Patrick Jane.

I'd like to see the evidence
from the abandoned hospital --

all of it, please.

So, these are
all the pictures

from the Blue Skies gala?

Every last one,

according to
the event-planning company.

You know, we can wait for Jane
if you want.

Why?
He hates this kind of stuff.

I don't know.
You guys always work together.

Not always.

Here we go.

I-it must be
one of these guys.

Lark said the man
wore an expensive watch.

Gold, right?

That's him.

His name is Jonas Diop.
You were right.

He's a Nigerian
oil executive.

But according to
his recent credit-card activity,

he's still
in the Houston area.

Do you know
where he's staying?

Uh...

The Park Huntley hotel.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Diop.

How are you?

You doing okay?

I hate to
have to make this call,

but the FBI
may be looking for you.

You knew the risks
when you got involved.

If I were you, I'd leave
the country immediately.

Lisbon?

Jonas Diop's gone.

His driver says
he left the Houston airport

on a private plane
20 minutes ago.

He's headed
back to Nigeria.

Ridley.
He was our only lead.

I'm running out of ideas.

Well, I'm not.

You have a plan?

Yeah, but I'm gonna need
your help.

Why don't I like
the sound of that?

Well, I'm gonna need you
to be deceitful and corrupt,

and you'll be breaking
numerous laws.

Lisbon?

I'm thinking.

Ridley will walk.

This is the only way.

Hey, hey, are you
a medium or a small?

You're not helping yourself out
here, Jane.

Meet me in Wheatondale
in two hours.

Thank you.

Mmm.

What is this?

You'd guess scotch,
wouldn't you?

Japanese whiskey --
25-year-old single malt.

One of
my few indulgences.

Mmm.
It's delicious.

But that's just scotch.
It's Speyside.

I'm sure of it.

Here,
I'll prove it to you.

Wow. Look at that.

I stand corrected.

You're not the first one
to make that mistake.

People assume it's not as good,
but they're wrong.

It's better, in fact.

Some say it's the water,
but I have my own theory.

I think it's cultural.

Japanese
have it in their blood

to sacrifice everything
in order to succeed...like I do.

Like you do, I believe.

We tracked down
one of your clients --

Jonas diop.

Diop's a business associate,
not a client.

But I'm curious --
what did he have to say?

Nothing.

He fled the country

as soon as he heard
we wanted to talk to him.

How unfortunate.

Yeah, I know it was you
that tipped him off.

So far, you've been
one step ahead of me,

but, uh...well,
sooner or later...

Oh, if you and the FBI

were gonna prove
your case against me,

you would have done so
by now.

No, I think you've lost
the battle, my friend.

Best to concede defeat
and move on.

I'm not sure
that I can do that.

Something wrong?

I, uh...

I-I don't feel well.

I think
it's time for you to leave.

Yeah, might be time.

Y-you don't look so good --
a little pale, shaky.

You look like
you need to lie down.

It's almost as though
you've been...drugged.

You know,
I've been thinking about

what you said,
you know?

Some lives
are more valuable than others.

Anyway...

I figured, uh...

Well,
I couldn't agree more.

Sorry
you didn't catch it.

Sayonara.

All set?

Yeah.

Jane,
we don't have to do this.

We can still stop.

No, no. It's a little late
for that, isn't it?

Can you help me?

Is he restrained?
Yes.

And the gag
is securely in his mouth?

Yes, it is.

Okay.

He's a screamer.

He's not gonna last long.

That's all right.
He isn't meant to.

Sponge.

Sponge.

Get it in there.

He's gone.

He's awake.

You said he was gonna be
unconscious, Jane!

It doesn't matter
what I said.

What's going on?

Where am I?

Quiet.

You killed him.

You killed Anthony.

I said, be quiet.

What are you
gonna do to me?

I think you already know
the answer to that.

You're insane!

Let me go now!

Or else what?

You're a cop.
You can't do this.

This is wrong.

Not after
what you've done.

This is poetic justice

What do you want,
a confession?

You know it'll never hold up
in court.

Eh, I think
you might be right about that.

Stop. Stop!

I'll tell you everything!

I think
it's a bit late for that.

Just -- would you --
Wait. Wait.

My laptop.

I -- I kept records...
Of everyone.

We know
about the laptop.

It's password-protected.

I'll tell you
the passwords! Stop!

Stop. I'll tell you
anything you want.

Just stop, please.

Please.

Tell it to me.
What's the password?

I'm the last person
who can save you.

F79VR22.

All right?!

We got it.
We're done here.

Your agents
tortured my client.

He's lying.

Jane.

There is no evidence
of physical abuse.

Psychological torture
is still torture, agent Abbott.

My client
was made to believe

that he'd be killed
by Mr. Jane,

making any evidence you may have
gathered inadmissible.

Yes,
if that evidence is ruled

to have been gathered
illegally.

Which it won't be.

My client has sworn
to these accusations.

Your client is a monster
facing life in prison

for what he's done.

I'd say just about anything
if I were him.

You killed him.

Please,
don't say anything.

He murdered a man
that worked for me.

Anthony Tremmel.

You're certain?

I watched him die.

This is from
a live security feed...

from our holding cells
downstairs.

No...I-it can't --

I saw him.

Perhaps your client

would like to revise
his statement.

Hey.

Try this.

How you doing?

Good.
Are you kidding?

That was amazing.

Can we do it again?

Lisbon.
My office. Now.

Mr. Ridley and his lawyer

have made some serious claims
against you two.

They're only serious
if they're true.

Are they?

No.

No.

So, you didn't threaten
to kill Ridley?

And you didn't stage the death
of his associate?

No, of course not.

All right.
Well, then I'm done with you.

Okay.
Not you, Lisbon.

Jane is a liar.

No need to deny it.
I expect it of him.

But you're not a liar,
Lisbon.

You're an honest,
good person

with a long career
ahead of you,

and I don't want to see you
throw away

this new opportunity
of yours.

So...I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

Is there any truth
to Ridley's accusations?

No.

Everything Jane said
was true.

You had
an update for me?

I do.

Earlier today,

FBI agents working with
Colombian authorities

searched a container ship
in San Marta.

They found 30 women
on board.

Your sister, Amy,
was one of them.

We found her.

There you are.

Hey.
Ready to go?

I am so ready.

You won't believe
the day I've had.

Yeah?

Ugh.

Look, uh, about D.C.

I know
it's a lot to take in,

and I didn't mean
to pressure you.

Yeah, you did.

Yeah, I did.

Maybe a little.

But it's your life,

and I just want to be
a part of it.

I've made up my mind.

I'm gonna call Don tomorrow
and tell him I'll take the job.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Wow.

Wow.

I wish we were somewhere
more romantic,

but what the hell?

Will you marry me?

What?

What?

Don't freak out.

Um, wow.
Marry you?

Um...

I know. I know.
You need time to think about it.

Yeah.
It's -- it's a big decision.

It's huge.

There's no pressure,
okay?

Okay.

You're a tough date.

Have you told Jane
that you're leaving yet?

No. No, not yet.

Oh.
He'll understand.

Yeah.

All right.

I'll be downstairs.
All right.

How'd it go
with Abbott?

Eh.

Thanks.

We make a good team
sometimes.

Yeah. We do.

You heading out?

Yeah.

I-I'll see you
tomorrow?

I'll be here.

Good night.

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