All language subtitles for The.Mentalist.S03E08.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

THREE BOUNCES INTO THIS CUP.

THREE BOUNCES.

HE CAN DO IT.
WON'T HAPPEN.

(clears throat)

AH. YOU--KISS GOOD-BYE
TO YOUR CASH.

(kisses and clears throat)

(clink)

(Van Pelt) WHOA!
OOH!

NICE.
NEVER ANY DOUBT.
JUST A LITTLE SKILL I PICKED UP

WORKING THE NIGHT SHIFT
AT SAN DIEGO. THANK YOU.
(grunts)

YOU WANNA GO AGAIN?
NOPE.

OH, DO I HEAR CHICKEN?
(imitates chicken clucking)
(imitates chicken clucking)

VAN PELT.
LINE TWO--O'LAUGHLIN.

THANKS.

GO AHEAD.
WHAT?

YOU ALWAYS SAY SOMETHING
WHEN O'LAUGHLIN CALLS.

THERE'S NOTHING TO SAY.
I'M OVER IT.

WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE
YOU DONE WITH WAYNE RIGSBY?

HEY. ANYBODY SEE JANE?

(truck horn blares)
(Lisbon) Where are you?

I'M BOOSTING TEAM MORALE.

PEOPLE ARE BORED.
THAT NEEDS TO BE ADDRESSED.

UH, PEOPLE ARE BORED
BECAUSE NOBODY'S BEEN KILLED

THAT NEEDS OUR HELP.
IT'S A GOOD THING

when homicide detectives
are bored.
SO WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME
TO FIND OUT WHERE I AM?

Because I get nervous when
I don't know where you are.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
"BOOSTING MORALE"?
I'M BUYING FRESH FRUIT--

CLEARS AWAY THE COBWEBS,
CHASES AWAY THE BLUES.

OH, GOOD.
GET ME A RED DELICIOUS.
OKAY.

(sets cell phone down,
types on keyboard)

NORBERTO! ¿DóNDE ESTáN
LAS ROJAS DELICIOSAS?

(thud)
LET'S GO.
WE'RE GOING. COME ON!

OKAY. OKAY.

(panting)

(panting)

(beeps)

(rooster crows)

(ring)

(ring)

(types)

GOLDEN DELICIOUS IS FINE
IF THEY DON'T HAVE--
(banging)

LISBON!

(whispering) I'M IN TROUBLE.

(clatter)
LISBON.

**

(police radio chatter)

HOW LONG AGO
DID YOU GET THE CALL?

35 MINUTES.
WITNESSES?

9-1-1 HAD SOME CALLERS.

C.H.P.'s ROUNDING 'EM UP
FOR US NOW.

JANE?
NO SIGN.

HALF A DOZEN 9-MILLIMETER
CASINGS--3 WENT INTO THE VICTIM.

GOT 2 380 CASINGS HERE.
LOOKS LIKE ONE HIT.

THE GUY RUNS A FRUIT STAND.
WHAT'S HE DOING WITH A 380?

HE'S PROBABLY BEEN HELD UP
MORE THAN ONCE.
NOT THIS TIME.
CASH REGISTER'S FULL.

THERE'S A BLOOD TRAIL
STARTING HERE,

HEADING OUT INTO THAT DIRECTION.

LOOKS LIKE WHOEVER THE GROCER
SHOT WENT OVER TO THE BARN

AFTER HE TOOK THE BULLET,
KICKED IN THE DOOR.
JANE WAS THERE.
SO THEY WERE AFTER HIM.

BOSS, C.H.P. ROUNDED UP
THE 9-1-1 CALLERS.

THIS IS HAROLD KEEL.
HE MADE THE FIRST CALL.
DID YOU SEE THE SHOOTING,
MR. KEEL?

NO, JUST SAW TWO GUYS IN A LOT.
ONE OF 'EM HAD A GUN.

HE WAS TRYING TO SHOVE THE OTHER
GUY INTO THE TRUNK OF HIS CAR.

CAN YOU DESCRIBE HIM?
THE GUY WITH THE GUN HAD
A SWEATSHIRT WITH THE HOOD UP.

AND THE OTHER GUY WAS SMALLER,
IN A SUIT--

NO, NOT REALLY A SUIT,
BUT LIKE A VEST.

YOUR NAME?
I'M SHERRY WINGER.
I HEARD THE SHOTS.

BUT YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING?
I JUST HEARD THEM
WHILE DRIVING BY,

BUT ABOUT A MINUTE LATER, A CAR
BOOKED PAST ME GOING ABOUT 100.

TOOK THE EXIT RAMP
ON THE HIGHWAY GOING NORTH.
WHAT DID THE CAR LOOK LIKE?

SEDAN, BROWNISH-YELLOW.

YOU GET A LOOK
AT THE LICENSE PLATES?
I THINK IT WAS
BLUE AND PURPLE.

THAT'S AN ARIZONA PLATE.
I'M ON IT.
SERGEANT?

YEAH.
WE NEED A ROADBLOCK SET UP
100 MILES NORTH,

LOOKING FOR THAT CAR,

ALSO AN AIRCRAFT CHECKING OUT
THE SIDE ROADS.

HAVE ONE OF YOUR MEN STAY
WITH BOTH THE WITNESSES

AND RUN THEIR LICENSES.
MAKE SURE THEY'RE CLEAN.
YOU GOT IT.

WE NEED THE FBI ON THIS.
I'LL MAKE THE CALL.

IF JANE WERE HERE,
HE--HE'D MAKE SOME SNARKY REMARK

ABOUT SOMETHING WE MISSED
AT THE CRIME SCENE.

SO?

WHAT IS IT?

(police radio chatter continues)

(door closes)

(panting)

HANDS OUT.

(handcuffs clicking)

LOOKS PRETTY PAINFUL.
(handcuffs tighten)

SHUT UP.
I COULD HELP
MAKE THAT HURT LESS.

(metal clinking)

RIGHT.

HEY, WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?
WHY--WHY AM I HERE?

(grunts)

HEY.

HEY.

(panting)

(footsteps retreating)

(footsteps continue overhead)

(elevator bell dings)
C.H.P.'s GOT NOTHING
ON THE ROADBLOCKS YET.

KEEP CHECKING. DON'T WAIT
FOR THEM TO REPORT IN.

THE PHONE COMPANY'S SENDING
OVER JANE'S RECORDS.

RUN HIS CALLS. WE NEED TO KNOW
WHO HE WAS TALKING TO...
(sighs)

AND WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT.
IT FEELS WEIRD TO GO THROUGH
JANE'S PHONE. HE'D HATE IT.

HE'LL HATE IT A LOT MORE
IF WE DON'T FIND HIM.
TERESA.

I CAN'T TALK PRESS
RIGHT NOW, BRENDA.
IT'S ABOUT JANE.

WHAT?
I'M HEARING FROM REPORTERS.

THE HIGHWAY SHUTDOWN'S
GETTING ATTENTION.

THERE ARE RUMORS THAT
A CBI EMPLOYEE HAS BEEN KILLED.
FOR GOD SAKES.

JUST GIVE ME SOMETHING I CAN
GIVE 'EM TO SHUT 'EM UP.
WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING YET,
BRENDA. DON'T SAY ANYTHING.

THAT JUST MAKES IT WORSE.
IT'S AN ONGOING INVESTIGATION.
NO COMMENT.

HEY, LISBON. YOU REMEMBER
AGENT O'LAUGHLIN.

YOU'RE THE LIAISON ON THIS?
ANY ASSISTANCE THE FBI
CAN OFFER, YOU LET ME KNOW.

YOU THINK THIS WAS RED JOHN?
I DON'T SEE ANY SIGNS OF IT.

RED JOHN IS CLEAN AND EFFICIENT.
THIS WAS SLOPPY.

ALL RIGHT, WELL,
IT COULD BE DELIBERATE,

KEEP YOU OFF HIS TRAIL.
RED JOHN ALREADY TOOK JANE
ONCE AND LET HIM GO.

WHY WOULD HE TAKE HIM AGAIN?
HE'S A PSYCHO. WHO KNOWS WHY
HE DOES WHAT HE DOES?

YEAH, WELL, HE TAKES HIM
A SECOND TIME,

I DON'T THINK HE'S COMING BACK,
SO LET'S JUST ASSUME

THAT IT'S NOT HIM UNTIL
WE HEAR SOMETHING OTHERWISE.

RIGSBY, WHERE ARE WE
WITH THE LICENSE PLATE?

GOT A LIST OF CARS WITH ARIZONA
PLATES THAT HAVE BEEN STOPPED

AND TICKETED IN THE STATE.
GETTING THE NAMES NOW.
CHO, BALLISTICS?

DEAD END. NO MATCHES
FROM THE SHELL CASINGS

WE FOUND AT THE SCENE.
HELP RIGSBY RUN
THE ARIZONA NAMES.

(Cho) ALREADY AM.
TERESA, I NEED A STATEMENT.

YOU ALREADY HAVE
MY STATEMENT, BRENDA.

WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?
IF WE DON'T SAY SOMETHING
ABOUT JANE,

THERE'S GONNA BE RUMORS AND LIES
OUT THERE UNTIL WE DO.
THAT'S FINE WITH ME.

NOT WITH ME.
DOES JANE HAVE MONEY?

UH, JUST ENOUGH TO USE. HE
DOESN'T REALLY CARE ABOUT MONEY.

OKAY, SO THIS PROBABLY ISN'T
A KIDNAPPING FOR RANSOM,

WHICH MEANS WHOEVER DID THIS
IS MOTIVATED

BY SOMETHING PERSONAL--
ANGER, REVENGE.
YEAH.

SO IT WOULD PROBABLY BE
A GOOD IDEA

TO GET JANE'S NAME AND PICTURE
OUT IN THE MEDIA.

RIGHT. HUMANIZE HIM. LET THEM
KNOW WE'RE LOOKING FOR HIM.

WE SHOULDN'T MAKE A STATEMENT
UNTIL WE KNOW SOMETHING.

I'M SORRY, BUT THAT IS NOT
YOUR CALL. OKAY, BRENDA.

CBI CONSULTANT PATRICK JANE
HAS BEEN TAKEN

BY PERSON
OR PERSONS UNKNOWN.

WE'RE INVESTIGATING
AND CONDUCTING A SEARCH--

AN EXTENSIVE SEARCH--
IN THE AREA. OKAY?

THAT'LL WORK.

HEY. ARE YOU WORKING THIS?

YEAH. SORRY, I DIDN'T GET
A CHANCE TO CALL.

IT'S OKAY.
I'LL FIND YOU LATER.
RIGHT.

(exhales deeply)

WE DIDN'T NEED TO SHARE THIS
WITH THE PUBLIC.

YES, WE DID.

AND, TERESA, NOT SAYING
SOMETHING DOESN'T MEAN

THAT SOMETHING
ISN'T HAPPENING.

I KNOW.

SO, CAN YOU GET ME A RUNDOWN
ON HIS ENEMIES?

YOU MEAN, THE BAD GUYS?
OR COPS, LAWYERS...

WHAT, HE MESSED WITH COPS
THAT BADLY?

(sighs) OH, YES,

BUT I DON'T THINK A COP WOULD
COME AFTER A CITIZEN OVER JANE.

ALL RIGHT. SO WHAT ABOUT
HIS PERSONAL LIFE--

FAMILY, FRIENDS, LOVERS?
HE'S A LONER.
WE'RE HIS FAMILY, PRETTY MUCH.

YEAH.
(knock on door)

I WENT THROUGH JANE'S CALLS
FOR THE PAST THREE WEEKS.

THEY'RE ALL CASE-RELATED.
NOTHING ELSE.
LOOK FURTHER BACK.

OKAY.
DIDN'T ONE OF JANE'S OLD
PSYCHIC CLIENTS COME AFTER HIM?

(Hightower) YEAH, WE'RE GOING
THROUGH HIS CLIENT LIST,

BUT WHY COME AFTER HIM NOW?

I MEAN, IT'S BEEN SO LONG
SINCE HE WAS IN THAT GAME.

RIGHT. WHICH LEADS US
TO THE INEVITABLE CONCLUSION.

I THINK SOMEONE JANE PUT AWAY
IS GETTING BACK AT HIM.

MAYBE THEY'VE BEEN RELEASED.
MAYBE THEY'RE REACHING OUT

FROM PRISON. WHICHEVER IT IS,
WE NEED TO GO THROUGH

EVERY CASE JANE'S WORKED ON
SINCE HE CAME TO THE CBI.

VAN PELT, START DIGGING.

WHOEVER DID THIS HAS PROBABLY
BEEN UNHAPPY A LONG TIME.

(grunts)

(door opens)

(click)

EVERYTHING OKAY?

(breathing heavily) YOU SAID...
YOU CAN MAKE IT HURT LESS.

SURE. I CAN DO THAT.

WHAT'D YOU MEAN BY THAT?

PAIN'S IN THE MIND,

AND THAT'S MY SPECIALTY.

YOU GOT SOME KIND OF PILL
ON YOU?

(whispers) NO. NO.

(normal voice)
JUST RELAX. LOOK AT ME.

LET MY VOICE TAKE THE PLACE
OF THE PAIN.

FEEL THE PAIN
GETTING SMALLER.

FEEL THE PAIN GOING AWAY.

IT'S FOLDING IN ON ITSELF.

FOLDING...

AND YOU'RE FEELING
RELAXED...

AND CALM.

(gunshots, thud)

(chuckles)

HELLO, PATRICK.

DO YOU REMEMBER ME?

MAYBE.

THAT MEANS YOU DON'T.

NO, IT JUST MEANS THAT
I HAVE DIFFICULTY TALKING

WHEN SOMEONE IS POINTING
A GUN AT ME.

WHY?

DOES IT MAKE YOU SCARED?

YES, IT DOES.
I DON'T LIKE BEING BULLIED.

PLEASE PUT THE GUN DOWN.

MM. I LIKE THE LOOK ON
YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW TOO MUCH.

THEN JUST TAKE A PHOTOGRAPH.
PLEASE PUT THE GUN DOWN. I--

IF YOU WERE GONNA KILL ME, THEN
YOU WOULD'VE KILLED ME ALREADY.

WHATEVER YOU WANT FROM ME,
YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET IT

UNLESS YOU PUT THE GUN DOWN.

(chuckles)

THANK YOU.

YOU DON'T REMEMBER ME,
DO YOU?

IS THAT STRANGE?

GIVEN THE WAY YOU'RE CARRYING
YOURSELF, I'D BE SURPRISED

IF YOUR OWN MOTHER
RECOGNIZED YOU.

MM. WELL, MY MOTHER DIED
WHEN I WAS BORN,

SO YOU'RE PROBABLY RIGHT.

SORRY. BAD CHOICE.

LITTLE HARSH
ON YOUR COLLEAGUE THERE.

(chuckles)

WHO CARES ABOUT HIM?

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS.
(chuckles)

YOU'RE HERE.

I MEAN, YOU'RE REALLY--
YOU'RE REALLY HERE.

YEAH. I'M--I'M HERE.

MM.

SO WHAT'S THE PLAN, RACHEL?

HMM.
SO YOU DO KNOW WHO I AM.

HOW MANY
MOTHERLESS 23-YEAR-OLDS

WITH
A SLIGHT PIGEON-TOED STANCE

AND A HINT
OF A NEW ENGLAND CHILDHOOD

IN THEIR VOICE
DO YOU THINK I'VE MET?

IT WAS A TRICK THEN--
THE COMMENT ABOUT MY MOTHER.

(laughs) YOU ARE
A SLY ONE, MR. JANE.

THIS IS ABOUT YOUR FATHER,
ISN'T IT?

WE'RE NOT GOING TO TALK
ABOUT THIS.

WE CAN TALK ABOUT WHATEVER
YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT.
NO. WE'RE NOT GOING
TO TALK, PERIOD.

OKAY.
I KNOW WHAT YOU DO
WHEN YOU TALK TO PEOPLE--

THAT GENTLE HAND ON
THEIR SHOULDER, THE LONG LOOK

IN THEIR EYES.
YOU'RE NOT DOING THAT TO ME.
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

YOU THINK I'M STUPID.
NO, I DON'T.

YOU THINK EVERYBODY'S STUPID
EXCEPT FOR YOU. YOU'RE WRONG.
NO. NO.

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT'S GOING ON HERE.

I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.

(bullet ricochets)
BUT I AM GOING TO HURT YOU
FIRST.

(panting)

I HAVE TO TAKE
MY MEDICATION NOW.

(breathing heavily)

(door closes)

(footsteps overhead)

(Brenda) AND EVERYONE AT CBI
IS HOPING AND WORKING

FOR THE SAFE RETURN
OF OUR FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE.

WE ALSO WANT TO EXTEND
OUR CONDOLENCES

TO THE FAMILY
OF NORBERTO RIVERA,

WHO DIED TRYING TO HELP
MR. JANE.

THE CBI IS OFFERING
A $10,000 REWARD FOR ANYONE

PROVIDING INFORMATION LEADING
TO THE RETURN OF MR. JANE.

WE ARE GOING TO PUT UP
A PHONE NUMBER.

WE ENCOURAGE ANYONE WITH
RELEVANT INFORMATION TO CALL.

THANK YOU.
(turns off TV)

THESE ARE JANE'S CASES.

WE NEED A DISPOSITION
ON EACH CASE.

IS THE SUSPECT IN JAIL?
IF NOT, WHERE ARE THEY?

THEN LOOK FOR ANYTHING
THAT STICKS OUT.
OKAY.

MORE CASES?
COMPLAINTS. I WENT DOWN
TO THE OUTREACH OFFICER

IN COMMUNITY RELATIONS AND ASKED
IF THEY HAD A FILE ON JANE.
LOOKS LIKE THERE'S
MORE THAN ONE.

(sighs) HE HAS
HIS OWN FILING CABINET.
HAVE BOB IN ADMIN HAVE
HIS JUNIORS HELP YOU

DO A PRELIMINARY SEARCH.
I'LL CLEAR IT WITH HIGHTOWER.
(Rigsby) I GOT SOMETHING.

(file thuds)
C.H.P. GOT A CALL FROM
A RANCHER OUTSIDE WILTON.

SAYS ONE OF HIS WORKERS SAW
A GRAY CAR ON A PRIVATE ROAD

THAT RUNS THROUGH HIS LAND
A FEW HOURS AGO.

A FARMHAND APPROACHED THE CAR.
DRIVER WAVED A GUN AT HIM.
WILTON? THAT'S SOUTH
OF WHERE JANE WAS TAKEN.

THE WITNESS SAID
HE WAS GOING NORTH.

(picks up telephone receiver)
I'LL GET WILTON P.D.
TO CHECK IT OUT.

YOU GO. O'LAUGHLIN,
YOU MIND GOING WITH HIM?
(receiver clatters)

WE'VE ALREADY HAD ONE PERSON
TAKEN TODAY. UNTIL WE KNOW

WHAT'S GOING ON, I DON'T WANT
ANYONE GOING ANYWHERE ALONE.
(file thuds)

SURE.
LET'S GO.

(telephone ringing in distance)

(Rigsby)
THANKS FOR COMING ALONG.
NO PROBLEM.

(button clicks)

SECOND SET OF EYES.
ALWAYS GOOD.

YEAH.

(exhales deeply)

I'LL DRIVE.

(rattling)

AREN'T YOU WORKING
JANE'S CASE FILES?

(sighs) LISBON WANTS ME TO GO
THROUGH HIS DESK FIRST.

NOT THAT ANY OF THIS IS
GETTING US ANYWHERE.

YOU EVER SEEN
WHERE HE KEEPS THE KEY?
NO.

(sighs) I'LL GET TECH SERVICES
TO HAVE 'EM POP THE LOCK.

NAH, THAT'LL TAKE TOO LONG.
HERE.

(lock clicks)

THANKS.

DON'T TELL JANE I DID THAT.

(sighs) OKAY.

COUGH DROPS.

SUPERGLUE.

CLIPPINGS.

PFFT. BIG HELP.

WELL, IT FIGURES.

JANE'S NOT GONNA KEEP ANYTHING
IMPORTANT IN THE OFFICE.

WAIT. THERE'S
SOMETHING ELSE IN HERE.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

IT'S TAPED TO THE TOP
OF THE DRAWER.

(chuckles)

YOU THINK HE'S DEAD?

(telephone rings)

(sighs)

(ring, button clicks)

CHO.

WHO?

(receiver clatters)

HEY, BOSS. CALL FOR YOU.
LINUS WAGNER FROM COUNTY JAIL.

LINE TWO.
LINUS WAGNER?

HE SAYS IT'S ABOUT JANE.

WHO'S LINUS WAGNER?

HE'S THIS CREEPY DOCTOR
THAT JANE PUT AWAY

A COUPLE YEARS AGO.

HE--HE KILLED TWO PEOPLE

AND TRIED TO MAKE IT LOOK
LIKE RED JOHN DID IT.

(button clicks)

THIS IS LISBON.

AGENT. DR. LINUS WAGNER.
HOW ARE YOU?

WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?

I happened to see on the TV
in our recreation area

the announcement
about Patrick Jane.

VERY SORRY TO HEAR IT.
I HOPE HE'S ALL RIGHT.

YEAH, I'M SURE. DO YOU HAVE
INFORMATION ABOUT HIM?

Yes. Yes, I think I may.

WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT HERE,
AND WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT?

JUST TELL ME.

NO. YOU SHOULD COME.

(cell door clanks)

IT'S COMPLICATED.

(line disconnects)

(emergency radio chatter)

(Rigsby) OKAY. HERE WE GO.

MR. MENDOZA?

YEAH?

WAYNE RIGSBY, CBI. YOU CALLED
C.H.P. ABOUT THE CAR?

THAT'S RIGHT.
YOU COULD'VE MENTIONED
IT WAS ON FIRE.

W-WELL, IT WASN'T.
NOT--NOT THEN.

ONE OF MY HANDS SAW A CAR ON OUR
ROAD WITH A GUY HOLDING A GUN,

SO I CALLED THE COPS.

A LITTLE LATER I SAW SMOKE,
SO I CALLED THE FIRE DEPARTMENT.

YOU COULD'VE GIVEN US
A HEADS-UP.
WHY? YOU GUYS PUT OUT FIRES?

YOUR GUY GET A LOOK
AT THE DRIVER?

CAN HE GIVE US A DESCRIPTION?
NO. UH, HE SAID HE WAS
WEARING A SWEATSHIRT

WITH, UH, WITH THE HOOD UP.
THANKS.

I HAVE NOTHING. YOU?

NOPE. (sighs)

WE GOT CALIFORNIA PLATES.

SECOND THING THE WITNESS
GOT WRONG. TYPICAL.

LOOK, THEY MUST'VE
BROUGHT JANE HERE

AND SWITCHED TO ANOTHER CAR.

YEP. IT'S STOLEN.

FORENSICS CAN SIFT THE ASHES.

WE SHOULD GET BACK
TO THE OFFICE.

RIGSBY?

WHAT PEOPLE DON'T REALIZE
IS WHEN THEY TORCH A CAR,

THE GAS TANK GOES FIRST.

WHOLE THING BURNS
BACK TO FRONT.

SO THE TRUNK GETS INCINERATED,
BUT SOMETIMES...

SOMETIMES STUFF UP FRONT
SURVIVES.

WELL, THE CAR'S STOLEN.
PAPERWORK'S USELESS.

THE GUY WHO TOOK JANE--
HE GOT SHOT, RIGHT?

SO HE'S DRIVING,
AND HE'S BLEEDING.

HE'S LOOKING FOR SOMETHING
TO PUT ON THE WOUND.

WHAT DO PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY'RE
DRIVING AND THEY'RE LOOKING

FOR SOMETHING
IN THE GLOVE COMPARTMENT?

(papers rustle)

THIS...
WE TAKE TO FORENSICS.

AH. A FINGERPRINT.
NO NEED. HOLD IT UP.

WHY?

BUREAU TECHS CAN SCAN
THE IMAGE INTO A.F.I.S.
(camera shutter clicks)

IF HE'S IN THE SYSTEM, WE'LL
HAVE AN I.D. IN TEN MINUTES.

NICE CATCH.

YEAH.

THANKS.

(Van Pelt)
THE PRINT RIGSBY FOUND

MATCHES A GUY NAMED FRED KITTEL,
A THUG OUT OF YUBA CITY.

ARRESTS FOR ASSAULT, ARMED
ROBBERY, AND ATTEMPTED MURDER.

WHERE'S THE JANE CONNECTION?
CAN'T SEE ONE. HE WASN'T
INVOLVED IN ANY OF JANE'S CASES,

AND HE'S NEVER BEEN QUESTIONED
BY THE CBI.

SO VERY LIKELY
HE'S A HIRED HAND.

SOMEBODY CHECKING
HIS RESIDENCE?

YUBA CITY P.D. WENT.
SAY IT'S EMPTY, STRIPPED.

THEY'RE CIRCULATING HIS PICTURE.

OKAY.

CHECK HIS FAMILY, RUNNING
BUDDIES, CELLMATES, EMPLOYERS.

GOTTA BE A CONNECTION.

(buzzer sounds)

(cell door clanks)

(clank)

(keys jangle)

(door squeaks)

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU FOR MAKING
THE TRIP, AGENT.

WHY AM I HERE, WAGNER?

(chuckles)

I DO HOPE WE CAN BE CORDIAL.

WHAT'S THE INFORMATION?

I'VE BEEN IN CONTACT

WITH THE PERSON
BEHIND JANE'S DISAPPEARANCE.

WHO'S THAT?

FIRST THINGS FIRST.

(cell door clanks in distance)

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'VE
KEPT UP WITH MY TRIAL.

IT WAS LONG

AND... TEDIOUS.

UNFORTUNATELY, IT CONCLUDED
WITH MY CONVICTION

ON TWO COUNTS
OF FIRST-DEGREE MURDER,

SO THE DEATH PENALTY
IS AN OPTION.

THAT SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT.

(chuckles)

SENTENCING IS
IN A FEW WEEKS.

THE JUDGE MIGHT BE CONVINCED

TO CHOOSE SOMETHING...
LESSER.

LIFE IN PRISON, SAY.

PREFERABLE,
FROM MY POINT OF VIEW,

BUT I NEED PEOPLE

TO TESTIFY ON MY BEHALF,

TO ASK FOR CLEMENCY,

AND WHO BETTER
THAN A CBI AGENT?

CLEMENCY?
ON WHAT POSSIBLE GROUNDS?

(buzzer sounds in distance)

FOR COMPASSION'S SAKE

AND... AND...

HUMANITY,

MORE THAN ANY
PARTICULAR PERSONAL WORTH

I MIGHT HAVE.

ALTHOUGH I DID DO
A GREAT DEAL OF GOOD

IN MY TIME, AS YOU KNOW.

THERE ARE VILLAGES
IN AFRICA--

YOU KILLED
AND MUTILATED TWO PEOPLE.

I'M AWARE OF THAT.

(cell door clanks in distance)

IF YOU HELP US WITH JANE,

WE CAN HELP MAKE YOUR LIFE
EASIER IN HERE.

AGENT, I'M ABOUT TO BE PUT
ON DEATH ROW.

DO YOU REALLY THINK

I CARE ABOUT EXTRA SOAP
AND CHEESEBURGERS?

YOUR FRIEND JANE
IS VERY CLEVER,

BUT I DON'T THINK
HE REALIZES

THE RAGEFUL FEELINGS
HIS TRICKERY CAN PROVOKE.

I'VE FELT THAT RAGE.

I'VE THOUGHT OF
VARIOUS UNPLEASANT THINGS

I WOULD DO TO HIM,

AND RIGHT NOW SOMEONE
IS ACTING

ON THOUGHTS LIKE THOSE.

AREN'T YOU WORRIED
WHAT'S BEING DONE TO HIM?

THERE ARE THINGS
SO MUCH WORSE

THAN KILLING A MAN.

YOU CAN GO TO HELL.

AND WHEN THEY KILL YOU,
I'M GONNA BE THERE TO WATCH.

COME ON.

(buzzer sounds)

(cell door clanks in distance)

(lock clicks, door squeaks)

(door squeaks)

(door clanks shut)

I WILL TELL THEM
THAT YOU HELPED ON A CASE

AND ASK FOR CLEMENCY,

BUT ONLY IF YOUR INFORMATION
BRINGS JANE BACK ALIVE.

I DON'T CONTROL THAT.

I DON'T CARE.

(cell door clanks in distance)

(clears throat)

I'VE DONE A LOT OF WRITING
IN HERE.

THE BOUNTIFUL FREE TIME.

A WHILE BACK,
I PUBLISHED AN ARTICLE

IN AN ONLINE JOURNAL
ABOUT EMOTIONAL TRAUMA

AND ITS EFFECT
ON THE PSYCHE.

IT INCLUDED
SOME OBSERVATIONS ON JANE.

NOT LONG AFTER,

I GOT A LETTER FROM
A YOUNG WOMAN WHO CLAIMED

TO BE A GRADUATE STUDENT
IN PSYCHOLOGY.

SHE SAID
SHE WAS RESEARCHING JANE,

BUT SHE DIDN'T KNOW A LICK
ABOUT PSYCHOLOGY.

SHE WAS, HOWEVER,

OBSESSED WITH JANE...

AND EXCEEDINGLY HOSTILE
TOWARD HIM.

WHAT'S HER NAME?

YOU, UH...

YOU PLANNING ON DOING
ANYTHING ABOUT HIM?

NO.

THAT'S NOT VERY HYGIENIC.

YOU KNOW, MAYBE YOU CAN JUST
SHOVE HIM IN THE CORNER

BEFORE HE STARTS TO SMELL.
I MEAN, I'D DO IT MYSELF, BUT...

NO.

FINE. (chuckles)

THAT SMELL GETS IN YOUR DRAPES,
YOU'RE NEVER GETTING IT OUT.

YOU THINK
EVERYTHING'S FUNNY.

JUST THE FUNNY THINGS.

(chuckles) YOU NEVER
FEEL GUILTY, DO YOU?

I FEEL GUILTY EVERY MINUTE
OF EVERY DAY.

SEE?

YOU DID IT. (chuckles)

YOU GOT ME TALKING AGAIN,
TRYING TO MESS WITH MY MIND.

IT'S ABUSIVE, WHAT YOU DO.

YOU USE PEOPLE...

LIKE TOYS.

NO THOUGHT
FOR THE DAMAGE YOU DO,

THE PEOPLE YOU HURT.

I'M SORRY ABOUT YOUR FATHER.

MAYBE YOU THINK YOU ARE.
I AM.

NO, YOU'RE NOT YET.

YOU WILL BE.

YOU EVER SEE A RANCHER USE
A CATTLE PROD?

(electricity crackles)

NO. NO, RACHEL.

CATTLE CAN BE STUBBORN.

TAKES A REAL JOLT
TO GET THEM GOING.

IT MUST HURT.
(crackle)

YOU'LL HAVE
TO LET ME KNOW.

NO.

(crackle)

THE GIRL WHO WAS THE WITNESS? I
THOUGHT C.H.P. CHECKED HER OUT.

NOW THEY'RE SAYING THE LICENSE
AND REGISTRATION ARE FAKES--

TOP DOLLAR FORGERIES.

THEY NEVER WOULD'VE CAUGHT IT IF
THEY HADN'T TAKEN A SECOND LOOK.

SO DO WE HAVE ANY IDEA
WHO SHERRY WINGER REALLY IS

OR WHERE SHE IS?

NO. NO. THE ONLY THING WE KNOW
FOR SURE IS THAT SHE HATED JANE.

LINUS GAVE ME COPIES OF
THE LETTERS SHE WROTE TO HIM.

I GAVE THE ORIGINALS
TO FORENSICS

SO THEY COULD RUN THE PAPER.
WHY WOULD SHE SHOW UP
AT THE SCENE?

IT SEEMS LIKE THE LAST PLACE
SHE'D WANT TO BE.
MISDIRECTION. SHE GIVES US
THE WRONG LICENSE PLATE--

WE HEAD NORTH
INSTEAD OF GOING SOUTH.
BOSS, I'VE READ SOMETHING ELSE
WRITTEN BY THIS PERSON.

YOU SURE?
YEAH, THERE ARE PHRASES
THAT I'VE SEEN BEFORE.

THIS ONE CALLS JANE
A COYOTE-LIKE TRICKSTER,

AND IN ONE OF THESE...

WAIT A MINUTE.

WHERE... HERE.

IN THIS ONE.

CALLS JANE
A TRICKSTER, A COYOTE.

WHO WROTE THAT LETTER?
IT'S FROM THE DAUGHTER
OF DON BOWMAN.

GET A COPY
OF SHERRY WINGER'S LICENSE.

WHO'S DON BOWMAN?

CASE FROM THREE YEARS AGO.
INSURANCE COMPANY EXECUTIVE.

HE WAS WRITING FAKE POLICIES
AND CASHING THEM IN.

COMPANY AUDITOR FOUND OUT,
SO BOWMAN KILLED HIM.

THAT'S BOWMAN.

AND JANE PUT HIM AWAY?
HE HAD A DAUGHTER--
RACHEL, 19.

HE WAS A SINGLE FATHER.
SHE IDOLIZED HIM. HE ADORED HER.

OKAY.
JANE FORGES A LETTER TO BOWMAN
UNDER RACHEL'S NAME,

CLAIMING SHE'S DISCOVERED PROOF
THAT HE COMMITTED THE MURDER.

SHE'S DEVASTATED, DOESN'T KNOW
WHETHER TO GO TO THE POLICE

OR KILL HERSELF.
SO BOWMAN RACES TO HIS DAUGHTER.

HE'S SO SORRY.
HE DID IT ALL FOR HER.

SHE NEEDS
TO KEEP THE SECRET.
AND YOU'RE THERE?
JANE HAS YOU THERE?

WE GOT THE WHOLE CONVERSATION
ON TAPE.
JUST CHECKED THE RECORDS.
DON BOWMAN AND FRED KITTEL

WERE BOTH IMPRISONED AT CORCORAN
AT THE SAME TIME.
THAT'S THE CONNECTION.

BUT BOWMAN COULDN'T BE
BEHIND THIS.
WHY NOT?

HE'S DEAD. DIED IN PRISON
ABOUT A YEAR AGO.
BOWMAN'S DEAD,
BUT HIS DAUGHTER ISN'T.

IS THAT
THE DRIVER'S LICENSE PICTURE?

MM-HMM.
LOOK AT THIS.

(Hightower) LET ME SEE THAT.
RACHEL BOWMAN.
SHERRY WINGER.

OOH, MISS RACHEL'S HAD
SOME WORK DONE, BUT THAT'S HER.

GET HER ADDRESS FAST.
OKAY.

YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT MY FATHER
DIED IN PRISON, DID YOU?

NO.

OF AN INFECTION.

(chuckles) DO YOU KNOW HOW
INCREDIBLY STUPID THAT IS?

SIMPLE ANTIBIOTICS
COULD'VE SAVED HIM...

(chuckles)
BUT A PRISON HOSPITAL--

IT'S--IT'S A NIGHTMARE
IN THERE.

THEY JUST LET HIM DIE,

BUT YOU KILLED HIM.

(clicks)

(police radio chatter)

(clicking)

(vehicle door closes)

(engines start)

(doors close)

(siren wails)

YOU KNOW,
YOUR ANGER IS MISPLACED.

OH, REALLY?

YOU CAN'T BE ANGRY
WITH YOUR FATHER,

SO... HERE I AM.

DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT.
MY FATHER LOVED ME.

HE TOOK CARE OF ME,
PROVIDED FOR ME.

I'M ALL HE EVER CARED ABOUT.

YES, YOU ARE, AND HE WOULDN'T
WANT YOU DOING THIS.

MM. OH, I THINK
HE WOULD BE VERY PROUD.

HE LOVED ME SO MUCH,

AND YOU MADE ME
BETRAY HIM.

WHEN YOU WERE TALKING
TO ME,

ASKING ABOUT
ME AND MY DAD...

(chuckles) I THOUGHT THAT
YOU WERE ACTUALLY CONCERNED.

I MEAN, I THOUGHT
THAT YOU LIKED ME.

(vehicle doors open and close)

YOU WANT ME TO BE SORRY?
OKAY. I AM SORRY.

I'M SORRY THAT THE LOSS
OF YOUR FATHER DROVE YOU MAD,

BUT I DON'T REGRET

WHAT I DID TO HIM.

HE WAS
A THIEF AND A MURDERER,

AND I DID EVERYTHING I COULD
TO CATCH HIM,

BECAUSE THAT'S JUST
WHO I AM.

(laughs)

(electricity crackling)

(screams)

(lowered voice) YOU SET?

(whispers) YEAH.
GO!

(crash, alarm sounding)

(Rigsby) CLEAR!
(Cho) CLEAR!

(man) KITCHEN CLEAR!

(man) SECOND STORY CLEAR!

(pants) HOUSE IS EMPTY!
THERE'S DUST EVERYWHERE!

IT LOOKS LIKE SHE'S BEEN
GONE FOR WEEKS!
BASEMENT?

NOTHIN'!
ALL RIGHT,
LET'S GET FORENSICS IN HERE!

LOOK FOR ANYTHING THAT'LL
TELL US WHERE SHE WENT!

AND GET SOMEBODY TO TURN OFF
THAT DAMN ALARM!

(sighs)

(cell phone rings)

THERE'S SOMEBODY IN MY HOUSE.

I GOTTA GO.

I'LL BE BACK.

RACHEL, CAN YOU PLEASE
MOVE THAT THING?

PLEASE.

PLEASE. PLEASE,
THE STENCH IS UNBEARABLE.

O-OVER THERE, ANYWHERE.
JUST PLEASE, PLEASE MOVE HIM.

THANK YOU.

(grunts)

(groans)

SMELL THAT.

(grunts)

(whispers) SORRY, PAL.

(grunts)

(clatter)

(clatter)

(clicking)

SO WE GOT A LINE
ON FRED KITTEL'S DAD.

HE'S GOT A PLACE JUST SOUTH
OF DIAMOND SPRINGS.
YOU AND O'LAUGHLIN
GO AND TALK TO HIM.

SURE.
I'M GONNA HEAD BACK
TO THE OFFICE.

I WANNA LOOK AT SOMETHING
IN RACHEL BOWMAN'S FILE.

ALL RIGHT, I'LL HOLD DOWN
THE FORT HERE.

(police radio chatter)

(cell phone rings)

(ring)

JANE, WHERE ARE YOU?

(Sherry) Not Jane, Agent.

Just so you know,
I'm looking right at you.

Everything will be all right
if you do exactly as I say.

If not, Jane will be dead
in 15 minutes. Clear?

CLEAR.

Drive another 100 yards
and stop at the cafe.

Take your gun
out of its holster.

Place it on the seat.

Get out of your car
and close the door.

Walk away.

(keys rattle)

15 minutes, Agent.

Now walk down the street
and come to the gas station.

(door squeaks)

LET'S GO SEE PATRICK.

AND A 40-BLOCK PERIMETER
SECURED AROUND THIS SITE.

NO CAR LEAVES THIS AREA
WITHOUT BEING SEARCHED!

NOT ONE!

WE HAVE NO I.D.
ON ANY VEHICLE.

THE SUSPECT IS FEMALE,
EARLY 20s, BLONDE, ABOUT 5'7".

SHE HAS AT LEAST ONE HOSTAGE
AND POSSIBLY TWO WITH HER.

(cell phone rings)
GIVE ME A SECOND, OKAY?
HEY.

GRACE, THE OFFICE SAID
SOMETHING HAPPENED TO LISBON.

SHE'S GONE. WE THINK RACHEL
TOOK HER ABOUT 20 MINUTES AGO.

SHE GOT LISBON.
WHEN?

JUST NOW.
SHOULD WE COME BACK?

HEY, BOSS, DO YOU WANT
RIGSBY AND O'LAUGHLIN BACK?

NO. TELL THEM TO FINISH
WHAT THEY'RE DOING.
HIGHTOWER SAYS NO.

WAYNE...

I KNOW. I KNOW, GRACE.
IT'S... IT'S GONNA BE OKAY.

All right. Bye.

(police radio chatter)

MR. KITTEL!
THIS IS THE POLICE!

COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!

MR. KITTEL? CBI!

HELLO?!

(beads clack)

(gun cocks)
MR. KITTEL, PUT THE GUN DOWN!

NO WAY I AIN'T.
PUT IT DOWN NOW.

HELL, NO!
YOU GOT NO RIGHT TO BE HERE.

WE JUST WANNA TALK.

FINE! TALK YOURSELVES
ON OUTTA HERE!

GO ON!

GET OUT.

GO ON!

ALL RIGHT.
THIS IS HOW IT'S GONNA GO.

ON THE COUNT OF THREE,

I'M GONNA SHOOT YOU
IN THE HEAD.

RIGSBY--
NO, IT'S MY DEAL!

PUT THE GUN DOWN,
OR ON THREE,

I SHOOT YOU IN THE HEAD.
YOU READY? ONE...

TAKE IT EASY, OKAY?
TWO...

THREE!
OKAY!

OKAY.

WHY YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH
A HARD-ASS FOR?

FREDDY? I AIN'T SEEN FREDDY
IN SIX MONTHS.

I COULDN'T TELL YA

ANYTHING ABOUT
THAT SON OF A BITCH.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING,
WHO HE WAS IN CONTACT WITH?

WHAT HE WAS DOIN'?
WELL, THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM,

WHAT HE WAS DOING
WAS SMOKIN' WEED

AND LOOKIN' AT PORN
ON MY LAPTOP.

YOU HAVE ANY IDEA
HOW WE CAN GET IN TOUCH

WITH ANY OF HIS FRIENDS?

NO, THANK GOD.

NIGHT CRAWLERS--
ALL OF 'EM.

THERE IS ONE GOOD THING, THOUGH,
THAT HE DID FOR ME RECENTLY.

HE PISSED OFF MY EX--
HIS MOTHER.

HOW'D HE DO THAT?

HA. SHE DON'T TALK TO HIM
FOR MONTHS.

HE SHOWS UP, SWEET-TALKS HER
INTO GIVING HIM THE KEYS

TO THE FAMILY'S
HUNTING CABIN.

AND THEN HE SPLITS
WITH ALL THE XANAX.

(laughs) OH, I'LL TELL YA.

I HAD A LAUGH. (chuckles)

WHERE IS THIS CABIN
EXACTLY, MR. KITTEL?

GO.

I'M GOING. I'M GOING.

(footsteps descending stairs)

OH.

VISITING HOURS.
HEY, LISBON.

HANDS.

WHAT'S THE PLAN, RACHEL?
I GET TO WATCH LISBON DIE

JUST LIKE YOU WATCHED
YOUR FATHER DIE?

THAT'S RIGHT.
WHAT?!

THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.
I'VE BEEN SMELLING GASOLINE.

YOU BURNING THE PLACE DOWN?
THAT'S RIGHT.

RACHEL, THINK ABOUT THIS
FOR A MINUTE.
OH, I HAVE.

OH, SHE CERTAINLY HAS.
YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET AWAY
WITH IT.

YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
IF I DO OR DON'T.

LISBON, I'M SORRY.
THIS IS MY FAULT.

I WILL NOT LET YOU BURN ALIVE
AS GOD IS MY WITNESS.

GOOD-BYE.

RACHEL. RACHEL, WAIT!
RACHEL!

YOU'RE WASTING YOUR ENERGY.
YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA?

JUST SO HAPPENS I DO.

WHERE'D YOU GET THAT?

HIM.

(clank)

(grunting)

(sighs) I WAS HOPING
TO UNPICK MY HANDCUFFS,

BUT, UH, NO LUCK.

WELL, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
YOU'RE NOT GONNA LIKE IT.

(Lisbon)
JANE, DON'T! YOU'RE INSANE!

HELP! AAH!

(thud)

WHAT DID YOU DO?

I SAID
I WOULDN'T LET HER BURN.

THIS WAY SHE WON'T SUFFER.

(chuckles)

SON OF A BITCH!

YOU THINK
I WON'T HURT YOU MORE?

(electricity crackling)
NO! UHH!

I CAN DO THIS ALL NIGHT!

AAH!

OH! (screaming)

GET THE GUN! GET IT!

GET THE GUN!

AAH! (panting)

TO HELL WITH THIS.
(gunshots)

(thud)

YOU ALL RIGHT?

UH... I THINK I NEED A SHOWER.

RIGSBY.

HI.

HEY.

I'M HEADING OUT, AND, UH,
JUST WANTED TO SAY...

(inhales deeply)
IT WAS A GOOD DAY.

YEAH.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU
ON THE COUNT OF THREE"

WAS A LITTLE OUT OF THE BOX.
(chuckles)

WELL, IT WORKED.

YEAH, IT--IT DID.

LOOK...

WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY
IS, UH...

I HOPE WE'RE COOL.

YEAH, 'CAUSE YOU DID
SOME OUTSTANDING WORK.

YEAH.

YEAH, WE ARE.

APPRECIATE THAT.

OKAY.

SEE YOU AROUND.

O'LAUGHLIN.

YEAH.

DON'T HURT HER.

OR WHAT?

OR YOU'LL HAVE TO DEAL
WITH ME.

WHOA. AHH.

YOU OKAY?

GOOD. THANK YOU.

YOU'RE LOOKING
A LITTLE CREAKY.

YEAH.

WELL, A CATTLE PROD
WILL DO IT TO YOU.

WELL, THE DOCTOR SAYS
THERE'S NO LASTING EFFECTS.

WELL, THAT DOCTOR SHOULD
TRY IT HIMSELF SOMETIME.

WELL, THAT WAS A BIG SMILE.

OF COURSE
I'M GLAD YOU'RE BACK,

BUT I'M ALSO GLAD WE FINALLY
SOLVED ONE WITHOUT YOU.

YOU WERE KIDNAPPED
AND DELIVERED TO ME.

THAT COUNTS AS SOLVING ONE?

HIGHTOWER AND THE TEAM
FOUND US.
BUT IF I HADN'T
HELD OFF RACHEL,

THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND US DEAD
IN A BURNED OUT HOUSE.

OH, YOU HELD OFF RACHEL.
WHERE'S MY APPLE?

YOUR WHAT?

MY APPLE. I ASKED YOU
TO GET ME AN APPLE.

I COME THROUGH
THE VALLEY OF DEATH,

AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS
YOUR STOMACH--A PIECE OF FRUIT.
THAT'S RIGHT.

AN APPLE.
YES.

WELL,
THAT'S JUST PLAIN SELFISH.
SELFISH?

YES, IT IS. NOW I--
ME, SELFISH?

YOU'RE ON MY COUCH.

I'M TRYING TO HAVE A CUP OF TEA.
HAVE YOU FINISHED?

YOU CALL ME CREAKY. I'VE BEEN
CATTLE-PRODDED ALL WEEK.

I JUST WANNA HAVE A REST
AND A CUP OF TEA

AND A LITTLE SLEEP.
(sighs)
WISH I HAD A CATTLE PROD.

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