04x11 - Always Bet on Red

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The salt clears the passages.

Cho. What do we got?

Alton Creek. He's a big-time divorce attorney.

It's hard to say which one of his many enemies would want him dead.

His speedboat's down there.

Cause of death?

Well, he's not... dead yet.

Somebody just threatened to make him that way.

Threatened? Since when do we roll for death threats?

When the threatened man is a rich establishment lawyer with juice.

This one's on you, Cho.

Apparently one of your confidential informants knows Creek.

She told him we could help.

Summer. Uh-huh.

Summer?

That's a nice name.

She's a working girl.

Been a C.I. For a few weeks.

Surprised she knows a high-end guy like Creek.

(Cell phone ringing)

She's moving up.

Hi. Yeah. Uh, Mr. Creek, w-we're walking to you now.

I'm sorry, sir. It's a long drive from Sacramento.

We got here as soon as we could.

Especially when I tell the police that's someone trying to k*ll me.

CBI needs to do something about these threats, or I will call my good friend, the Attorney General.

I'm not the kind...

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(Crackling and whooshing)

(Exhales deeply)

(Seagulls crying)

Uh...

His leg?

Was that a shark?

So much for professional courtesy.

Rigsby: So forensics finished their search of the water Did they... find them all?

Most. And the Arson Squad found traces of C-4 in the debris.

Guy never knew what hit him.

At least he was dead when, you know, the shark ate him.

Okay, um, anything else?

Uh, time frame. Security cameras covering the yacht's berth were down for repairs between 11:00 last night and 7:00 this morning.

k*ller had to have planted the expl*sive then.

Is that luck or planning?

Don't know yet. So who wanted this guy dead?

He's a divorce attorney. Who didn't?

Does he have any family?

Nope. We're trying to find his law partner, Lawrence Dersh.

He's not at any of his three houses.

(Woman speaks indistinctly)

Ah.

Maybe summer'll know. I asked her to come in.

Kimball Cho. It's been a while.

You're late.

You know sharks can have up to 3, 000 teeth?

Five rows of 'em.

Are you gonna actually help on the case?

I could actually use your help, too.

Special Agent Darcy.

How's the federal authorities?

I haven't seen you for, uh... since... what...

The Panzer business, right. Actually, that's why I'm here.

We just took over the case.

S.F. P.D. Wasn't getting anywhere.

Can I ask you a couple questions?

Um, we're kind of... Oh, of course.

Uh, whatever you need. Take a seat.

I'll... I'll make tea.

Is this an official inquiry?

Cop to confidential informant?

You'll get paid.

Now did Creek tell you who wanted to k*ll him?

Wasn't that kind of relationship.

How's your back?

It's fine.

What was your relationship?

He used to be a client.

We weren't close, but I liked him.

Well, you seem to be one of the few.

Yeah, well, Al was... abrasive.

He was a real lawyer, you know?

Wasn't really happy unless he was arguing about something.

Girlfriend?

New one every month.

You know his law partner... Lawrence Dersh?

No, not really.

But you know what?

Al was bitching about Dersh last week, said they got in a fight over money or something.

Could Dersh be the one who threatened Creek?

Maybe. I mean, it was pretty hard-core.

You heard the thr*at?

No. I saw it.

We were coming back from this party, and it was sitting on his front doorstep.

A pig with a big old Kn*fe in his head.

I told him to go to the cops, but he said no.

But then a couple days later, he asked me if I knew any cops who were cool.

I couldn't think of any, so I told him to talk to you guys.

Look, Red John was an accomplished k*ller, no doubt, and I applaud you for ridding us of him.

But he is not in the same league as the San Joaquin k*ller.

Red John was a common sociopath...

Lazy, sloppy, delusional.

You really have no idea what you're saying.

And only a little while later...

(Tea pouring)

Hmm.

(Key clicks)

The man who k*lled Panzer wanted it to look like Red John, whom you sh*t and k*lled last spring.

Lapsang Souchong.

I think you're gonna like it.

Here we go.

Your point?

Well, it's an odd chain of events, isn't it?

Mm.

(Slurps)

Yeah, I guess. Odd happens.

What does it matter who k*lled Panzer?

It was the San Joaquin k*ller.

So you said, but I studied Panzer very carefully.

There's not a lot of evidence to support that.

Not your kind of evidence.

He was the San Joaquin k*ller.

I agree.

It is possible, but his m*rder*r still has to be apprehended.

Why?

Because k*lling someone without government permission is wrong?

Was there something that you wanted to ask, Agent?

Are you sure the man you k*lled was Red John?

(Swallows)

Yes. I'm sure.

(Clears throat)

Then we have a copycat.

(Mug clatters)

Can you think of anyone who would wanna do this?

Someone that wanted to avenge Panzer's crimes, I'd imagine.

Well, who else thought that he was the San Joaquin k*ller, aside from you?

Good question.

You figure out the answer to that, I think you'll probably have your k*ller.

But surely the motive is to avenge the insult to Red John, right?

I mean, look at the... The cutting patterns.

Clearly, our suspect is someone who studied Red John obsessively.

Well, R-Red John...

He was the type to attract followers, um, a-admirers.

He had a particular style...

A style that people wanted to... To copy, you know?

Not unlike Elvis.

All right.

Well, thank you for your time.

I'm staying at the oakview inn.

If you can think of anything else, please give me a call.

Agent Lisbon.

Nice lady.

Nice?

That's all you're gonna say?

She's nice?

Great legs.

(Indistinct conversations)

Don't you think it's time to tell the truth about Red John?

(Door closes)

Well, the truth is I k*lled Red John.

I mean, you can ask anyone.

It was on the news, Lisbon.

But you think he's alive.

I told you that.

You, Lisbon. Nobody else.

And it's better that way.

When why make him re-emerge?

You manipulated Panzer into insulting Red John so Red John would k*ll him.

I didn't know how else to stop Panzer.

He would have just kept on k*lling.

And now you've got the FBI asking awkward questions.

You've kept this from the team. It's not good.

Well, it's lucky that they don't know, 'cause if they knew, they'd have to lie to the FBI, wouldn't they?

And this way, they can tell what they think is the truth.

Do you know how messed up that sounds?

Yeah.

What is wrong with the simple truth...

Telling people he's alive?

I told a jury that I sh*t him dead.

Where does that leave me?

It's not good.

No, no, not great.

(Seagulls crying)

Their partner dies, and they hold an event.

Nice.

Hey, so you're stranded on a desert island with Attila the Hun, Joseph Stalin, and a lawyer, and you got a g*n, but it's only got two b*ll*ts.

What do you do?

You're telling a lawyer joke?

Yeah.

No.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Laughs)

Lawrence Dersh. You're a tough man to find.

You're here about Alton. Awful thing. Just awful.

But business is business, right?

This is our yearly retreat, officers.

It's been scheduled for months.

The employees are scared. I have to show them that business is still strong even with Alton gone.

He'd want that, I promise you. Sir, where were you between 11:00 PM And 7:00 this morning?

Um, whoa. Sorry. Flag on the play.

My client won't be answering any questions right now.

Your client?

Colette Santori. I work with Larry at the firm.

White-collar crime.

Fast track to partnership, right, Colette?

Yeah, if you play your cards right.

(Chuckles)

No, uh, in-house dating, Larry. Rules.

Well, as you can see, Larry's had a few and is saying some inappropriate things.

Not a good time to talk to the police. Hey, now.

But I would be happy to set up an interview for tomorrow.

Sure. No problem. Just one thing...

Who had reason to want your partner dead?

I have no idea.

Like I said...

Tomorrow.

Thanks for your time.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Computer chimes)

What the hell?

That's weird.

It's late, grace. What are you still doing here?

Just... had stuff to do.

(Mouse clicks)

(Chimes)

Hey, take a look at this, would you?

(Groans)

Somebody uploaded a file onto the major crime server.

The file was transferred from outside CBI, and that's not possible.

(Taps key)

At least it shouldn't be.

That's that "I dare you" thing?

Well, let's take the dare.

(Mouse clicks)

(Horn honks)

Isn't that the FBI Agent?

Darcy, yes.

What is going on?

(Car door closes)

(Alarm chirps)

(Lock turns)

(Door squeaks)

(Door closes)

(Curtain rings swoosh)

(Chimes)

Somebody just uploaded a text file to the same folder as the video.

Open it.

(Mouse clicks)

Uh...

Oakview inn. Oakview inn.

Quick, let's go. Let's get outta here. Come on.

(Engine shuts off)

(Car door closes)

(Rattling)

Grace, grace, grace. All right, hold on.

Don't move. Federal Agent. CBI. We're friendly. Don't sh**t.

Patrick?

Susan.

Sorry about your door.

(Door closes)

Creepy. Well, looks like you're my knight in shining armor, Patrick. Hmm.

So... I go to CBI asking about a copycat, and CBI is sent this weird stalking video of me.

Panzer's k*ller's taken an interest in you.

It's dangerous.

I-I think you should get off the case.

You should give it to someone else.

(Scoffs) Come on.

This... weird video makes me wanna go after after that creep even harder. Yes.

I, uh... this is a dangerous situation.

We're not talking about just some Peeping Tom.

This is a stalker. Okay, Patrick.

It's a totally different pathology. Okay, thank you.

Psychologically... good night. I can take care of myself.

I appreciate your help tonight. Thanks.

(Horn blares in distance)

That video... It was Red John.

Yes.

Red John is stalking Darcy.

(Sighs)

Yeah.

And you didn't tell her. Are you crazy?

Well, if I told her, she... She would've just gone harder at the case. She's not really the type to stop.

Mm. Is this about helping Darcy or keeping Red John for yourself?

What? This is not about me. Of course I'm worried about her.

"She's cute. This is gonna be fun" that message... That was meant for you.

Yes, that was a message for me.

Red John is trying to form a closer relationship with you.

Yeah, well, there's no relationship.

What if Red John took murdering Panzer as some kind of invitation?

You manipulated a serial k*ller.

There's gonna be consequences.

I didn't have a choice.

I had to stop Panzer.

I will try and get Darcy off the Panzer case before Red John hurts her.

I hope you can.

You had a fight with your partner, Alton Creek?

A disagreement, Agent. Not a...

I'd like to hear it from him, Ms. Santori.

It was a disagreement. Not a fight.

About money?

Go ahead. You can answer.

Yes, we argued over money.

Some of his clients were behind in paying their bills, and I told Al to get on them about it.

Look, he was my partner for 15 years.

I had nothing but love for the guy.

This is from the security camera outside your building the day before Creek d*ed.

Doesn't look much like love.

What were you really arguing about?

I told you.

Money.

You know who you should look at, is that hooker he hung out with.

Summer edgecombe?

Summer... autumn, something like that.

She's got a terrible temper.

Uh, if there's nothing else, we're gonna get going...

Just one more thing, Mr. Dersh. You lied to us yesterday.

Hey. We asked if you knew anyone who wanted your partner dead, and you said no, but that was a lie, wasn't it?

Okay, that's enough.

Do you know who sent this to your partner?

Did you do it?

That is disgusting.

And I certainly didn't do it.

Are we done here?

So?

So I asked around.

"Did Dersh happen to mention Al's little secret?"

And by little, I mean big, 'cause he had to know.

What secret?

Cost you $1,000 to find out.

$1,000?

And dinner at a nice restaurant.

$500 and a pizza.

$600, no mushrooms.

Deal.

I hate mushrooms.

What can you get for $127.68?

You can go crazy at Olive Garden.

Not me. Creek.

Van Pelt looked into his business records, and there's something weird. Up until six months ago, every week, he put in for reimbursement by his firm for $127.68 for expenses.

So he was hiding whatever it is from his partner.

Yeah, but what can you buy for $127.68?

I don't know. Creek was hiding something else.

Our C.I. found out he had a big gambling habit... Poker, mostly.

Illegal?

Very. San Francisco's got this underground club in the tenderloin. Creek had lost plenty lately.

That could have been why he and Dersh fought.

Yeah, but a few days later, Creek won 50 grand at Texas Hold'em, which turned out to be an even bigger problem.

Why?

He won it from Brock Marx.

Bay area crime lord. Marx accused Creek of cheating, threatened to k*ll him.

Felony narcotics, as*ault, as*ault with a deadly, and attempted m*rder.

A mobbed-up guy like this could leave a pig's head outside somebody's door. Go pick him up.

He's in the wind. Parole officer hasn't heard from him in weeks. Crap.

And we think we can find him at this gambling club, but S.F. P.D. Is planning on busting the place next week, asked us to go in quiet.

How quiet?

(Indistinct conversations)

Man: $163.

(Speaks indistinctly)

(Chips rattling)

(Ball rattling)

(Speaking indistinctly)

Hey.

There's Marx.

Man: ...Hands up. Here we go.

10, 10. It's a 10 game. Bet it hard. The number is 10.

I've got the same sh**t coming out...

You okay.

You no.

I wanna play craps. This is the only table.

Too bad.

It's okay, baby. I'll play for the both of us.

I bet I do better than you would have done anyways.

(Kisses) Go get a drink. This won't take long.

Man: $63.

Hi.

Man: 8 is the number. We're looking for 8.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Sighs)

What is it?

What happened?

Darcy's okay. It's not her.

Not directly anyway.

Panzer... the gift that keeps on giving.

Do you remember Tom Maier?

He was the father of Panzer's first victim?

Sure. Nice man.

He k*lled himself today.

Oh.

Oh.

(Die rattling)

(Speaks indistinctly)

(Sighs) Oh, well.

(Chips rattling)

Try again.

Thanks.

Side bet?

Like?

(Whispering indistinctly)

You have a bet.

(Chuckles)

(Die clacking)

8 the hard way. Winner, 8.

Ohh.

(Exhales deeply)

And the sh**t passes. We got a new sh**t coming out?

Pay up.

Right now?

Why not?

Here?

So you're pretty much tall, dark, and handsome.

Yeah. I like that.

(Chuckles)

Police. Brock Marx.

You're under arrest.

(Handcuffs clicking)

For what?

Parole violation.

We need to ask you a few questions about a m*rder.

(Exhales deeply)

Nice work.

Thank you.

What'd you whisper to him?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Morning, Lisbon.

Uh, I need to borrow your office.

Too bad. I'm busy. What costs $127.68?

Creek spent that much every week for months and was hiding it.

Until three months ago. Hmm. Anyway, your office?

Are you gonna actually help with this case?

Well, as soon as I can get Darcy off Panzer's case.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

Mr. Jane.

Mrs. Maier, please, thanks for coming to our office.

Have a seat. Lisbon, this is Teri Maier, Tom Maier's wife.

Mrs. Maier, we are so sorry for your loss.

The gardener found him in the backyard.

Tom made sure it wasn't me who found him.

Yeah.

The coroner's office hasn't released the body yet.

I need to bury him.

Of course. I'll check it out immediately.

Thank you.

Okay. I'm so sorry for what happened.

It was the guilt.

It ate him up like a cancer.

Every day Tom got smaller and smaller until finally he left.

Did he happen to leave a note?

No.

But honestly, I haven't checked.

He felt bad.

So the only thing he could do was hang himself.

He was in so much pain, and all I feel is angry.

We will do everything we can to get the coroner to release the body as soon as possible. Yeah.

Okay. Thank you.

Could... could you... Thank you. Thank you.

Could you, uh, help...

Uh, I got a lot to do, so have a nice day.

Jane?

Yes.

Is there something you wanna tell me?

Deniability, Lisbon.

Deniability... Your best friend.

(Telephone ringing in distance, indistinct conversations)

Sent to Creek before he was k*lled.

A warning of what's to come, huh?

Make him afraid, paranoid?

This is just your style...

Cheap, gruesome, sadistic.

You got a question for me?

Or you just wanna chat?

You can keep that.

Lisbon, it's Jane. Let's have lunch in San Francisco.

What do you say? Call me.

Teresa, aw, can't tell you how great it is to see you.

Partnered with this one for three years.

Oh, I know. Patrick Jane.

Bobby Wilson.

So how's it goin'?

How's the big old CBI?

Oh, you know, it goes.

FBI's all over us about this, uh, Panzer case.

Oh, feebs. They were Jackbooting about it over here, too.

Anyway, what do you say, Bobby?

Could you show us your, uh, file on the Panzer case?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Just have CBI file a request.

Form 29.

Oh, of course. Yeah. Yeah.

We were hoping that maybe we could, uh...

Expedite the process, you know, talk to you.

We're under the g*n with time.

He's okay, Bobby.

Did you find any... You know, never mind.

Deniability.

Guess what we found out?

California bar was investigating your law partner, over his gambling.

That's what your fight was about last week, wasn't it?

Yes. Alton was out of control.

So you lied to us. Don't answer that.

If Al got disbarred, that was the end of your firm.

He'd become a liability.

And how do lawyers deal with liability?

Oh, don't worry. It's not a lawyer joke.

Van Pelt: They get insurance.

You insured Alton Creek's life for $10 million.

Four weeks ago.

Larry?

I didn't have time to mention it.

It's common for businesses to have a "key man" policy.

Al was "key."

Uh, you know what?

(Clears throat) We're done here.

Admit it, Mr. Dersh.

Your partner was worth more to you dead, so you k*lled him.

I said we're done. Fine.

Let's go, Mr. Dersh.

Agent, seriously, I don't think Larry is capable of this.

Don't be naive. Men lie... And k*ll.

Maier?

Yes. Thomas.

Right in here.

Five minutes.

Thank you.

(Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing)

Hey, we've had Brock Marx in the box for hours.

The guy won't talk.

Ah. Theory number one... Crime lord.

Pig's head. Yes.

(Button clicks)

We've got his law partner as well.

Insurance motive. You want to question him?

(Elevator bell dings)

Kind of busy right now.

Why don't you guys get your suspects together?

And I'll meet you back here in a couple of hours.

I promise. Where are you going?

Got a find a hobo. Do some errands.

Then I gotta run by this flower shop, too.

What? Find a hobo?

Flower shop.

(Knock on door)

(Clacking)

(Lock turns)

(Door squeaks, cell phone rings)

(Ring)

(Ring)

Patrick, it's Susan.

Ah, Susan. What do I owe the pleasure?

Well, I'm calling you back.

Oh, that's right. Yeah. I just wanted to let you know I went down to the sfpd.

I didn't find anything.

Yes, I know. Why?

Well, this Panzer/Red John copycat thing has me very intrigued.

I wanna help out as much as I possibly can.

So, uh...

Susan, you still there?

Yeah.

Listen, I need to talk to you about a couple things.

I've gotta go. Patrick?

(Door squeaks)

(Door closes)

Patrick?

(Whispers) Bye.

(Keys clatter)

(Door closes in distance)

(Elevator bell dings)

Patrick. Susan.

I was hoping we could talk some more. I wanted to...

Jane, they're waiting for you.

Hang on one second, Agent Lisbon.

I have a few questions if you don't mind...

You're more than welcome to wait in the interview room, but this one hasn't done squat on our m*rder investigation, and he's damn well gonna help.

Yes, I damn well am gonna help.

I'm... I'm sorry. I won't be long.

(Under breath)

Thanks for rescuing me.

Shh!

Hey. Hey.

I didn't call you in.

Oh. Mr. Jane asked me to come in.

(Telephone ringing, indistinct conversations)

Hi. Okay, folks. Let's get straight to it.

Patrick Jane. Nice to meet you.

Do you prefer eggs for breakfast over cereal?

Cereal.

Hardened criminal like yourself. That's very interesting.

What's your favorite legal objection?

Well...

Better to be feared or loved?

You don't have to answer that.

Summer.

Patrick Jane. Pleasure to finally meet you.

Hi.

You...

You are a borderline sociopath.

Extremely violent.

But not our k*ller.

You were jealous of the victim's talent, his skills in the courtroom, but he never, uh, bought you flowers.

Flowers? No.

Yeah. The flower shop nearest your office, uh, sells a dozen red roses for a very reasonable price of $127.68.

It was flowers? Seriously?

Yes. Our romantic victim bought them once a week.

A secret relationship he couldn't disclose...

An illicit one.

Maybe not that illit.

Now no offense. But how many men do buy roses for hookers?

Oh. I don't hook anymore.

But they do buy them for girlfriends...

Girlfriends they can't have under certain rules.

You k*lled Alton Creek.

(Scoffs)

Uh, that's ridiculous.

I'm an officer of the court.

I see homicidal rage, betrayal.

You were lovers. Yes, that's right.

And he dumped you. Hence, the pig's head.

Pig for a pig.

Ms. Santori, we're gonna have to ask you a few questions...

You k*lled Al? You bitch!

(Grunts)

Patrick: Oh. Hello.

(Grunting)

Have a nice day.

(Handcuffs click)

Ugh!

Al was an okay guy. Why the hell did you k*ll him?

I got this, summer.

(Chuckles) "An okay guy"?

He said he'd marry me, the bastard!

And then he changed his mind.

He just wasn't ready, wasn't sure of his feelings.

Oh, a divorce attorney who was holding out for true love...

What a joke.

The affair ended months ago, long time to hold a grudge.

Can you take her to holding, please?

(Scoffs)

Hey, I waited for him for years.

I put my career on hold to be with him.

I wanted a family, and now it is too late.

He took away my life!

And turns out, all he wanted was a hooker.

I'm not a hooker, bitch.

Susan, did you wanna talk now?

I don't have any time.

Field office just got a tip on the Panzer m*rder.

Homeless guy found a bag of stuff in an alley in Fresno.

Tip from a hobo?

My people are on it.

There was a bag of clothes with blood spatter on it and a Kn*fe.

(Pushes button)

Looks like it could be the Kn*fe that k*lled Panzer.

Mm. Copycat's sloppy if it's Kn*fe.

Red John would never have been that careless.

(Elevator bell dings, doors open)

Forensics is running the blood now.

Oh, get this.

The alley is in the neighborhood near the Maier home.

Thomas Maier? No.

Yeah. The San Joaquin k*ller. I know who he is.

He's the father of the first victim.

No. I-I-I don't buy that.

Maier k*lled himself yesterday.

We're going to the house now to search it.

Okay. Good luck.

I have a confession to make.

When Tom k*lled himself, part of me was angry at him for being weak.

But now I know how strong he was.

Now I know.

The FBI found this letter in Molly's room.

It's from Tom.

It's important that you all hear this so you can understand.

"My dearest Teri...

"If you are reading this, "you know what I have done.

"I have avenged myself against Jim Panzer.

Jim was the man who k*lled our Molly."

"When I saw him on TV that night, I knew.

"I knew he'd k*lled her.

"I can't explain how...

(Voice breaking) Except to say that Molly's heart cried out to me, and I knew."

(Sobbing)

Please.

"k*lling the man who m*rder*d our daughter is the best thing I will ever do. I'm at peace. I'm just sorry that I'm leaving you alone, and I hope you forgive me and that in some way, this letter brings you... Some kind of comfort." (Paper rustles) "Love, Tom."

Man: "Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me so love. And where there is darkness, light. Amen."

That's very nice of you to give her that letter.

Oh, well, it's the least I could do.

My God, poor woman.

Yeah.

So... the case is closed.

Once we got the labs back, it was a slam dunk.

The prints on the Kn*fe... Maier's.

The blood was Panzer's. It was denatured, but it was definitely his.

But why Red John? Why...

Why would he copycat a dead man?

I don't know.

Maybe he felt like he had to emulate a monster to hunt a monster.

So he picked the biggest one he could find.

One thing I can't figure out, though, is why he was stalking me, and why the video?

Hunting monsters changes you.

Went and k*lled himself the very next day.

I hope he found peace in the end.

Good-bye, Agent Darcy.

Did it change you, Patrick?

Hunting a monster?

Of course.

Be well, Susan.

It has changed you, you know.

Darcy's off the case, Lisbon. She's safe.

And what about you?

How is Red John gonna feel when he finds out you spoiled his fun with Agent Darcy?