05x01 - The Red Glass Bead

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Previously on "The Mentalist"...

Hey, Patrick. Lorelei.

Perhaps we can see each other again.

I do what Red John tells me to do.

Accept his friendship.

It's that easy?

Sure. And you'll need to bring him a gift.

What kind of gift?

Teresa Lisbon's dead body would be the perfect thing.

(Laughs)

Good luck, Teresa. Love you.

Well, the question remains, why did Jane do this?

Orders from Red John?

I don't know what to think.

I want arrest warrants prepped for every single member of that CBI team, dead or alive.

FBI! Nobody move!

CBI! Don't sh**t! We're CBI agents!

You're making a terrible mistake. Get out.

Got the gift?

Red John in there?

Mm-hmm.

Our fake deaths were a ruse to trap Red John, and it worked.

(Red John) What if you and I were friends?

Imagine the life we could lead.

Go to hell.

You're gonna break down and you're gonna tell us everything you know about Red John.

You're gonna sing like a bird.

No, lover. I won't.

Yes, you will.

(Kisses)

(Whispers) Yes, you will.

(Door closes, footsteps approach)

Lisbon: We're up.

What?

We have a case.

Now?

You can't talk to her yet anyhow.

I'll be right there.

(Door closes)

(Birds chirping)

(Police radio chatter)

Hey. You can't leave your car there.

You the responding officer?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

What have you got?

A 9-1-1 call came in from this location. 7:33 p.m.

But, uh, nobody spoke.

Door was unlocked, and, uh, this is how we found 'em.

This is Rex Lango and, uh, Callie Karlsen.

They both worked together at the hotel convention center.

Uh, this is her place.

Mm.

So the door was already open?

Yes, sir.

I figure the marks and bruising on the neck indicate strangulation and, uh, he got clubbed to death with the bottle, ah?

Yes. Nice analysis there, Yannick.

Couldn't have k*lled each other, could they?

Unlikely. She'd have to be conscious and active to hit him with that bottle.

Check out the lipstick on his cheek.

Yeah, so it's your classic love triangle.

Third wheel comes in, finds these two kissing, whacks the rival with the bubbly, chokes out jezebel here.

Yeah, that's pretty much what I... Uh, figured. Yeah.

(Clears throat)

Jane? Thoughts?

Well, the champagne's an excellent vintage.

Callie didn't have a steady boyfriend.

Uh, no spare toothbrush.

She believes in a benevolent universe, and she, uh, comes from money.

Money? She works in a hotel.

Lisbon: I've seen enough.

We're out of here. Let forensics do their job.

So, uh, if you need me, you know where to find me.

Thank you, officer Yannick.

You're welcome. My pleasure.

(Tires screech)

Yannick: Anytime.

What are you guys doing here?

What are you doing here?

Hey. Hey, Teresa.

What's up? You're all under suspension, aren't you?

We were told to cover your calls.

Suspension? What?

Who are you guys?

FBI. Walk away.

(Scoffs)

You didn't hear? The suspensions have been lifted.

The brass made a deal.

Yeah, we heard that they were talking.

They put a lid on the whole thing.

It's business as usual. Suspension's lifted.

So you guys don't need to be here.

Look, I'm sorry for the mix-up.

Wait. Wait. You mean to tell me that after the monumental crap storm you guys created, they're just gonna let you walk away?

I'm stunned, frankly.

I understand.

I mean, you destroyed the career of a fine FBI agent.

You—you caused the death of your own boss.

And this one?

This one's got as*ault, narcotics, and fraud charges against him.

Dismissed. Part of the deal. Phew.

How'd you get such a sweet deal?

Uh, we got a deal because, uh, it was the FBI that messed up, not me or the CBI. The FBI.

(Cho and Rigsby) That's right.

That's incorrect.

Oh, touche. We were this close to catching Red John before you blew it.

And even in spite of your interference, we caught Lorelei Martins, so she's our—

She's our suspect, and we want her back.

You're not getting her.

Oh, we'll see about that.

We'll see.

"We'll see"?

Your inarticulate rage is understandable, but it's misplaced. You should probably just calm down.

You calm yourself down.

I'm not angry.

No? Your temples are pulsing like some weird undersea creature. If that's not anger, you should see a doctor.

Lisbon: Jane, stop.

Okay, I'm going. Nice to see you.

Watch this one. He's a hothead.

I am sorry. He does that.

I'm not angry.

I believe you.

I just think you people should be in jail, not out working cases.

That's right. But we're not in jail. We're here, so keep moving.

Or else what, you're gonna make us move?

If you like.

(Laughs) Then go ahead. Make me move.

All right, that's enough. You're both being childish.

Take your hands off! Get off me! Hey! Hey!

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Come on.

Hey! Come on!

Man: Get your hands off me!

Break it up!

Yannick: Come on.

Sorry.

Come on, people.

Oh!

Lisbon: Come on!

I'll see you back at the office.

Yannick: Guys, come on.

Stop it!

Get off! Get off! No! Hey!

♪ The Mentalist 5x01 ♪
The Crimson Ticket
Original Air Date on September 30, 2012

Welcome back.

Thank you so much.

I could not be less happy to be back.

And, uh... I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for, uh... fixing things.

Yes, sir. We— you know, I thought I had, as you say, fixed things, and now I discover that you and your FBI counterparts have been fighting... at a crime scene?

Sir, it was—

If I can persuade the FBI to forget this latest incident, you, Jane, are down to your very last chance.

A-and you are only granted this chance because to get rid of you now would be evidence of the scandal we are trying so hard to conceal!

Looking on the bright side, we have Lorelei Martins.

She can lead us to Red John.

She knows who he is.

California's most notorious serial k*ller, caught on your watch.

Well, that remains to be seen.

But until I negotiate an arrangement with the feds, you cannot talk to her.

That's the deal!

I understand. But here's the thing.

The FBI can't have her.

In a half an hour, I have to stand up at a press conference and lie to the people of California in order to protect you, and you are arguing with me now? !

They can't have her.

(Scoffs)

I will do my best to keep her, but you have—

I promise, uh, there'll be no more trouble from me.

I-I won't say a word at this press conference.

You're damn right you won't say a word, 'cause you won't be there! Hmm.

Bertram: Alexa.

Hi. (Chuckles)

We still have a deal, right?

I'd rather eat spiders, but, yeah, we still have a deal.

Good, good.

God, you look fabulous, by the way.

Camera ready. Is—is my tie straight?

You understand, Gale, this matter doesn't end here.

You have to give us Lorelei Martins, or there'll be consequences down the line.

Consequences for whom?

It was your agents that k*lled the best chance we've had yet of catching Red John.

It was your Agent Darcy that k*lled Wainright.

Tragic outcome in a deadly force situation.

Agent Darcy is devastated.

She's had a nervous collapse, in fact.

Your people committed deliberate crimes.

Well, that's debatable.

Look!

We have agreed to a cover-up. That's the deal.

If you're saying now that... (Chuckles) you're gonna dig this all up again unless I do your bidding, then no deal.

No, let—let's tell the truth right now.

An FBI agent sh*t and k*lled a CBI agent in the midst of a botched operation.

It'll be a huge scandal, we'll probably lose our jobs, but I'm sure we'll both feel better for it.

I am very proud to tell you that last week, in a joint FBI/CBI sting operation of great complexity and danger, Lorelei Martins, a close associate of notorious serial k*ller Red John, was arrested.

Tragically, in the course of that operation, CBI Special Agent in charge Luther Wainright was sh*t and k*lled.

Gale?

(Inhales) Luther Wainright was a good friend, a valued colleague, and we all mourn his passing deeply.

He's a hero.

As part of the sting operation, one of our operatives, Patrick Jane, had criminal charges fabricated against him in order to go undercover, and we apologize to the public for that deception.

Today, the story is of the great job done by these two teams of consummate professionals working together in harmony.

Bertram: Questions?

This working in harmony business is very hard to believe.

There's a very long public history of disharmony between your two bureaus.

That's why they call it history, Josh.

It's in the past.

Exactly.

What we're celebrating today is the dawn of a new era.

Just this morning, these two teams began work on another case together.

A double m*rder in Dupont Gardens.

Best of luck on that one, guys. Go get 'em.

(Camera shutters clicking)

Let's call it a truce, shall we, guys?

I mean, we're all grownups here.

Yep, sure. Yeah.

Nice place.

It is.

This is like a bad date.

I wish these bozos would just vanish.

Wow. Four cops.

(Chuckles)

Must be a red ball, huh?

A red ball?

Well, that's what you guys call an urgent case, right?

All m*rder cases are urgent.

Yes, of course. I—

(Sighs)

I would never imply otherwise. I— what can you tell us about Callie and Rex?

Um, Callie has been with us two years as a housekeeper.

Reliable. Always upbeat.

Really, uh, just a lovely girl.

Well, a woman, that is.

Uh, Rex Lango I don't know so well.

He's only been here a couple weeks and, uh, works over in tech support.

But he seems like, you know, a good fellow.

He—uh, punctual.

Were they friends? Lovers?

Uh, well, I wouldn't know.

Um, you know, you should check with their workmates.

Yes, me and Callie were friends.

She was such a good, kind person.

Poor thing. Oh, my God.

Did she have any boyfriend troubles that you know of?

Nuh-unh. Men were always asking her out, but she would always say no.

Was anybody bothering her?

Not that she told me.

What was her relationship with Rex Lango?

None, I don't think. Hmm.

What about Mr. Norris?

Did he have a thing for Callie?

Oh, you think Mr. Norris?

He would ogle her.

But he did that to all the women— ogle them and, you know, cop a feel sometimes.

He always asks people out, but nobody says yes, because he had a girlfriend once who worked here, and they broke up, and he fired her butt so fast.

Hmm. You think he did this?

Did you get anything useful?

Nope. You?

Nope.

Be right back.

Nah, nothing useful.

Uh, excuse me. Mr. Norris?

Uh, thank you so much for your help in the investigation.

I just have a couple more questions before we go.

Yeah.

Um... how many employees are you responsible for here at the hotel?

I supervise 210 employees.

Wow. That is a lot.

Yeah. Have you ever seen your mother naked?

What? ! No!

Well, we'll leave that alone for a moment.

Let me ask you this.

Have you ever looked at Callie Karlsen in a sexual way?

No!

I mean, you know, she's an attractive... Woman. Sure.

(Sighs) I didn't look away.

So, yes, you looked at her sexually.

Uh, have you touched her?

No!

Why are you shielding your right side?

Are you hiding something?

Hiding? I'm not hiding anything!

Something. Your—your inside Jacket pocket is making you nervous.

No!

What do you have in there?

Uh, w—nothing. Oh. Okay.

A wallet.

Wh-why are you wanting to hide your wallet from us?

I don't. It's just a wallet.

Hey, you can't do that.

It's a gray area.

Okay—there's nothing in there.

Well, lookee here. That's our girl, isn't it?

Couldn't resist a souvenir, huh?

Okay. I have never seen that before in my life.

Really? Has this wallet been out of your possession recently?

(Sighs) No, but—I swear, I-I've never seen that before.

I swear to God. Well, I tell you what, Mr. Norris.

Why don't we talk some more downtown, see if we can solve this mystery?

No. No, no, no. No, no. I've got a hotel to run.

I cannot— Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a second.

He's our suspect.

Looks like he's ours to me.

Oh, no. That's not fair.

(Handcuffs clicking)

Fair? What are you, seven years old? Fair!

Tell you what. You give us Lorelei Martins, we'll give you this guy.

That's fair.

No? Okay. Bye-bye.

Bastards.

Hey, no need to be so grumpy.

You got your wish.

You wanted them to vanish?

Vanished.

(Patrick chuckles)

What is so funny?

They took our suspect.

No, they took their suspect.

Norris isn't our man?

Small hands, addicted to routine.

No way a man like that strangles a woman on impulse.

But the photos in his wallet— Planted.

I took them from Callie's apartment for just such an occasion.

You know full well that is illegal in 20 different ways.

Oh... (Scoffs)

What about your promise to Bertram?

I had my fingers crossed.

Didn't you wish for Mancini and Smith to just disappear?

Well, voila, your wish was granted, like magic.

Now we can focus on catching the real k*ller while the FBI's dealing with Norris.

That is not the point.

Lisbon: We're supposed to be rebuilding our relationship with the FBI.

Rebuilding trust. Trust is not an option.

Red John has a friend inside the FBI.

If they get hold of Lorelei, she will die or escape.

Oh, God, here we go. How do you know that?

Red John told me.

Well, he was lying, of course, to muddy the Waters.

Why would he tell you the truth?

Because he knows we'll assume he's lying.

And he knows we'll begin to suspect the truth anyway.

It's a double bluff to conceal his friend.

(Elevator bell dings) Or he's lying and he has no friend in the FBI.

Why are you so determined to believe that?

Because I would like to feel solid ground under my feet.

I would like to trust somebody or something.

You know, you, with your wheels within wheels— you're driving me nuts.

Hey, boss.

Hey, Grace.

Where are we with Karlsen and Lango?

Uh, looked into the phone records.

No calls in or out for Lango that evening.

Callie Karlsen called Nicola Karlsen at 7:15, 18 minutes before the 9-1-1 call.

Hey, boss. Where's the FBI?

They are pursuing other inquiries.

Sweet!

Listen to me.

The FBI is a fine organization, and they are our partners.

We need to work with them. They deserve our respect and our trust— am I clear?

Yeah.

Did you contact the sister?

Yes. She lives out in Boone. She was out of contact for two days at a swap meet in Tahoe.

The local sheriff gave her the news.

What's her story?

Oh, the Karlsen family used to own half of Alameda county.

Lost it all in the crash of '06, parents d*ed a year later— highway collision.

Nicola is the older sister. Single mom, two kids.

Jewelry designer is what it says on her I.R.S. forms.

What about Lango?

Moved to town from L.A. six months ago.

No rap sheet on him. No relatives or friends nearby.

We went through his apartment. Nothing.

Bare bones. Mattress on the floor.

Running from something, maybe?

Keep digging on Lango. It sounds promising.

Jane and I will go talk to the sister.

You two go and canvass the crime scene like you should have instead of fighting with the FBI!

Yes, boss. Yes, boss.

(Speaking inaudibly)

(Clears throat)

Hey, Yannick.

Agents.

Thanks for your help.

No problemo.

Just don't hit me, okay?

Funny.

Hey, no offense, but... I never saw that before.

Law enforcement agents fighting it out in the street?

You guys are hard-core, man!

(Laughs) Ha.

Yes. Uh, so, anyway, we started canvassing already.

Nothing useful so far.

Let's check out the rest of...

Yeah.

(Speaking inaudibly)

All right. Thank you very much for your time. Appreciate it.

(Speaking inaudibly)

Saw a young fellow over there— same one they've been showing on the TV— got b*at to death.

And you saw just one man?

Rex Lango?

Yes, sir.

Knocking on her door about 6:30.

We were sitting out in the sun, then we came inside.

Did you ever see him around here before?

No, first time.

She didn't have visitors much.

And then later we heard a scream from over that way, just a little short one, like, uh, "aah!"

And you weren't concerned?

Well, no. At the time, I thought it was, you know, passion.

I said to Bucky, "good for her.

That Karlsen girl got a boyfriend at last."

And what time was this?

I know what time it was because we were checking our lottery tickets on the TV.

It was 10 past 7:00.

Here's me thinking her luck had changed, when really, she was dying.

(Clicks tongue)

Poor girl.

I'll be right back.

(Clears throat)

(Car doors close)

Hi. Um, you must be the CBI.

We're very sorry for your loss.

Uh, girls, could you maybe take the boys to your place, watch some TV or something?

I was at a crafts fair in the Sierras.

The hippie geniuses in charge picked a place with great vibes and no cell phone reception.

(Callie, panting) Nic! Call me as soon as you can!

I didn't get that call till last night when I came home.

Then I called her, and called... and called, and then the sheriff came by this morning.

(Clears throat)

Nicola, tell us about your sister.

To be honest, we haven't found a motive yet.

Who would want to hurt Callie?

I mean, she was a warm, happy spirit.

Everybody loved her.

Did she have any failed relationships in her past?

No.

What about feuds with neighbors or financial disputes, maybe somebody who felt b*rned when your family's business went under?

We paid off all the debts.

All of them.

That's why I'm here doing this, a— and Callie was cleaning rooms instead of going to college.

Wow, you make some beautiful things here.

Thank you.

Do you know Rex Lango?

(Inhales) Is that the man who d*ed with her?

No, I've never heard the name before.

Well, it seems that, uh, Callie and Rex were, uh, about to drink a very nice vintage champagne—

1975. About, uh, 500 bucks a bottle, I'd guess.

At least.

That was the last from my dad's cellar.

There's no way Callie'd take it out of the fridge herself.

She'd been saving that bottle for years for a special occasion, like a talisman.

She would have told you if there was a relationship brewing with her and Lango?

Yes. Absolutely.

We're very close.

Callie was not interested in finding a man.

She wanted to go to college first and get her career going.

And what kind of career did she want?

(Exhales) She had all kinds of big hopes.

She was the optimist of the two of us.

She always said our luck was gonna turn somehow.

(Chuckles) I always said...

(Voice breaking)

"Don't hold your breath."

(Phone rings)

Oh, sorry.

Excuse me. I have to take this.

Hello?

There's good news, Jane.

The FBI folded on Lorelei Martins.

She's all yours.

Folded? Well, that's not like them.

You want her or not?

Yes. I'm on my way.

(Breathes deeply)

Uh, we need to go soon.

That's all for now, Nicola.

Mm.

But I want you to know we're gonna do everything we can to bring whoever did this to justice.

Yes, we sure will.

I don't really care who did this.

Justice for them won't help Callie or me.

(Sighs) That was rude. I'm sorry.

It's your job. I'm sure you do it very well.

No apology needed. You make a very valid point.

Can I ask you—how much is this particular one?

What are you thinking?

She's ready to cr*ck.

Nicola?

Lorelei.

I meant, what are you thinking of the case we're working on now?

Well, that one's a puzzle isn't it?

What the hell is the motive?

I don't think it was the sister. I like her.

So did you buy that bracelet for Lorelei?

No, just a whim. Mm.

I liked it.

When I talk to her, I need to be alone.

You will be.

I mean, with nobody watching or listening.

I need to be able to tell her truthfully that we are alone.

Okay. Thank you.

Just be careful.

Don't get pulled into her game.

What game is that?

I don't know. You tell me.

Well, I'm supposed to tell you a game that you're thinking of?

Okay. Uh, you're thinking of, uh, Twister? (Chuckles)

Go ahead. Laugh.

But she's practically the first person since your wife that you've, you know...

Ohh.

It wouldn't be surprising if you had feelings for her.

She's a stepping stone to Red John.

I knew that from the beginning.

I don't have any feelings for her.

(Footsteps approaching)

Hello, Patrick.

Lorelei.

Is it just us, or are your friends listening?

(Patrick) It's just us. We're alone.

Lorelei: Good. It's much nicer that way.

Sorry I didn't come to visit you sooner.

I've been a little busy with a case.

It's okay.

I've been enjoying the peace and quiet.

Is there anything you need?

I'm fine.

Never mind about me. How are you?

Back to solving crimes, huh?

Yeah.

Mmm.

Why do you bother?

You're trying to hold back the tide with a broom.

What good are you doing?

I think... you do it to be close to Teresa Lisbon.

I think you're a little bit in love with her.

Heh. Heh. Hmm...

I-I do it to, uh... pass the time.

What good are you doing?

Not much in here.

But I'll be out soon enough.

How and when is up to Red John.

You think he'll get you out of this?

He'll k*ll you. It's easier.

That's okay, if that's what he wants.

You're that far under his control?

He'll k*ll you as well if that's what he wants.

You just can't accept the fact.

I can make you a better offer.

No k*lling.

I can get you out of here now— today, if you want.

I can get you money, a new identity, uh, set you up with a new life far away from here.

You can do that?

Yes, I can.

I can do anything you want if you give me Red John.

I want... your trust and friendship.

You have that.

I don't believe you.

How can I make you believe?

Kiss me.

What does that prove?

(Giggles and sighs)

First you say you'll do anything I want, then you refuse the first thing I ask for.

You're very complicated.

Let me get you out of here.

I need time to think.

Not for long.

I don't know how much longer we're gonna get to keep you here.

We'll talk again this evening.

(Elevator bell dings)

What are you? Huh?

Crazy?

Excuse me?

I told you to be careful.

I told you not to go over the edge.

And I told you not to listen.

Don't be childish! I am not your girlfriend.

I am an officer of the law. How could I not listen?

You kissed her.

You offered to help her escape.

And I would ask her to marry me if I thought she'd buy it.

I was playing her. She's playing you.

We should have given her to the feds.

Um... M.E. sent his report on Callie and Rex.

Confirmed it's not possible they k*lled each other.

And Callie had a small white feather lodged in the back of her mouth.

A feather, huh?

Like from a pillow?

Right.

Which suggests Callie was strangled by hand and suffocated with a pillow, probably in that order.

Why two methods?

Two different people?

Or the k*ller wasn't strong enough to complete the strangulation. Right.

A woman?

Women can strangle people.

Oh, believe me, I know I could.

Where's Cho and Rigsby?

I got a line on Rex Lango finally.

Changed his name.

Used to be Erzat Lonagul out of Bakersfield.

Cho and Rigsby drove down there to speak to his family.

(Breath quavers)

Nobody could say his name, so he changed it to Rex.

He was gonna be a big businessman, and he thought that sounded rich.

Rex Lango.

Was there any particular business he was interested in?

You know, he was good at computers.

But he didn't know yet exactly.

The Internet, robots, or whatever.

(Water splashes)

Any brushes with the law?

Shady friends?

No. My cousin was a good man.

Ah!

He was a good man, and he's gone now, so be nice.

He was a bum!

He was not. He nearly always had a job, and he was never in trouble with the law.

Is that a bum?

(Scoffs)

He was never in trouble because he was too sneaky!

The kid was stealing candy and quarters from before he could walk.

And then he would lie to your face like a rug seller!

He was a dog to the women always!

A bum!

(Clicks tongue and scoffs)

Dishonest, greedy, selfish womanizer.

Yeah, but not a criminal. Just a creep.

He left Bakersfield two years ago to avoid a paternity suit.

They had no idea he was in SAC.

Last they heard, he was in L.A.

Hmm. That's interesting.

So like I said, it's a love triangle.

But we've got no jealous boyfriend, and I can't see Callie dating a sleaze like him.

And she logged no calls or texts to him, right?

Nope.

I'm waiting for her e-mail records.

I couldn't get them direct from her P.C.

The hard drive is fried.

Oh. Well, that's why he was there.

He was in tech support, right?

So he offers to fix her computer. How could she refuse?

And then what happened?

I don't know.

I gotta run. Lorelei's on her way up from holding.

Wait.

We still haven't resolved our issue.

I don't think you should be talking to Lorelei.

You're too close. Well, I disagree.

I could put a stop to this right now.

One word to Bertram about what you've been—

Please don't do that.

I know I can turn her.

I know I can.

And I promise you I will be careful.

(Mouths word)

Thank you.

(Elevator bell dings)

Hello.

Hey. Stand down, man.

I'm taking charge of this prisoner.

I'm sorry. What are you talking about?

This is a federal judge's warrant transferring custody of Lorelei to the FBI.

No, no, no. You can't do that. Back off.

No, don't touch me. Stand down.

(Elevator bell dings)

Don't let them take me. Patrick!

Wait, wait! You can't just take her!

Patrick!

(Elevator bell dings)

There isn't a choice. We have to get her back.

Jane, the FBI outfoxed us.

Th-they only pretended to give up Lorelei while they were preparing the warrant to take her.

We should have known they wouldn't fold.

Just deal with it.

I-I'd have to strong-arm a judge and the FBI into an arbitration hearing, and even then...

Well, do it.

The FBI know how to interrogate people.

They'll do a fine job.

They will either k*ll her, or she'll escape.

And we will lose our best chance— the best chance we have had of getting to Red John.

k*ll her? Uh, what—why?

The—the FBI?

D-don't be ridiculous.

Red John has a friend high up in the FBI.

Oh, please. Now how do you know that?

He told me.

Well, there you go.

If we don't get her, I will blow this whole cover-up wide open.

The truth of Wainright's death, all over the news.

If you do that, this whole deal collapses, and you go to jail.

I don't care.

You call a hearing, or I will be very glad to sing like a bird.

(Tapping)

(Clears throat)

Well, I've studied all the documents in this matter and it is very clear to me that all of you people are lying through your teeth. Judge—

No, I don't want to know.

Whatever sordid errors you're all conspiring to cover up, I don't want to know.

The sole purpose of this meeting is to decide who is best equipped to have custody of Lorelei Martins.

I will decide in favor of whichever side irritates me the least.

I will tolerate no misbehavior of any kind.

Proceed with care.

Your Honor, I would ask you to simply to look at the record of Patrick Jane.

Red John k*lled his family.

Lorelei Martins is a close confederate of Red John.

How can this man possibly treat her with the clarity and the objectivity required?

He's not a trained professional.

He's a vigilante.

And that alone should disqualify the CBI from custody in this matter.

For many years, I have been pursuing Red John.

I know this case better than anybody else.

These people, they don't know how to make Lorelei Martins talk.

I do.

If I may interject, Miss Martins tells us that she has had sexual relations with Mr. Jane.

That may be the source of his confidence.

Is that so?

Yes, it is.

We have a relationship. Uh, that's a good thing.

That's how you turn people.

I'd expected a denial, to be honest. (Chuckles)

Do we need to continue?

Um, that does tend to disqualify you, Mr. Jane.

So, um, if you have nothing further— she's already given me valuable information.

Let's not stop me now.

Valuable information like what?

With all due respect, this is not the time or the place to share the details.

If you want to see Lorelei Martins again, this is both the time and the place.

She told me that all Red John's friends... have a secret sign they use to identify each other.

And what is it?

Go on.

They carry a glass bead in their pocket— blood red, the size of a pea.

Lorelei showed me hers.

That's it? Un-provable trivia?

It proves she trusts me.

It proves nothing.

Can we stop this farce now?

It is a bit thin, Mr. Jane. Is that all you have?

No.

(Chuckles) Not at all.

Well?

Red John has an accomplice... inside the FBI.

Come on.

(Laughter)

Judge, this man is just spinning fantasies now.

Yes, you would say that. I saw you.

What do you mean by that?

When I mentioned the glass bead, you suddenly looked very guilty and you glanced at your right-hand Jacket pocket.

What's in there, Mancini?

This—this is the same thing that you did to Norris.

Son of a bitch—

Agent.

What's in your pocket, Mancini?

There's nothing—this is a childish trick, Your Honor.

Th-this man has just planted a bead on me.

Uh, let's be clear. I have not touched you.

Everybody in this room has seen that.

But you're saying that there is in fact a red glass bead in your pocket.

Is that what you're saying?

No! (Stammers) You're putting words in my mouth.

Show us what's in your pockets, Agent.

You don't understand—

Show us!

He planted it. He planted it!

But he didn't touch you, did he?

He— you son of a bitch!

(Sighs)

Ah, well done. Good job.

When do we get her back?

Uh, judge says we can pick her up at county jail tomorrow.

Did, uh, Mancini really throw a bottle at you?

Yes, he did, and then he proceeded to chase me through the state house, but failed to catch me.

Congratulations. Another mortal enemy made.

You should be very proud.

Uh, meanwhile, we've got a case to solve.

Well, let's get busy then, boss.

(Sighs) So let's just assume that Rex was at Callie's apartment to fix her computer.

What happened next?

How does that escalate to a double m*rder?

Well, maybe the computer is key.

Maybe there was something important on the hard drive.

She cleans hotel rooms. What could be important?

How does that connect to her lipstick on his cheek?

He couldn't fix her computer so they made out instead?

Well, there are other reasons for kissing someone.

Celebration, for instance, hence the champagne.

What would they be celebrating?

Well, maybe the kiss was, "thanks for trying to fix my computer."

So who's the third person here?

What are we missing?

(Sighs) Sorry I'm late. They're setting up a stage for the state lottery prize presentation at the capital.

Traffic on L Street was crazy.

(Sighs) They should do that at Raley Field or someplace where they have parking.

Lisbon: Uh, when did computer forensics say they'd be done with Callie's hard drive?

Van Pelt: End of the week, but—

Got it!

What?

Callie's sister—Nicola.

You have a phone number?

(Amplified voice) Ladies and gentlemen, friends, it is my very great pleasure to introduce to you at this time the lucky winner of this year's biggest lottery Jackpot.

Please welcome to the stage a young woman who is now worth $56 million—

Valerie Whittaker.

Come on out here, Valerie.

(Laughing) Hi.

Hey. Oh— there you go, Valerie.

Wow!

Congratulations.

(Laughs) Thank you!

(Amplified voice)

Thank you so, so, so much.

I'm so blessed. Thank you.

Valerie, how you feeling?

Oh... (Laughs)

I'm just in shock.

It's like a movie.

Any plans for the money?

Not yet.

Ah. I'm gonna take a flier.

Do you happen to know a Tom Yannick of the Sacramento Police?

No.

Are you sure?

'Cause I'm pretty sure.

Who else would have had the opportunity, a random intruder?

Unlikely.

Tom Yannick. He's not your boyfriend then?

Huh-unh.

Okay. Just a moment.

Valerie, this is Nicola Karlsen.

She's Callie Karlsen's sister, the woman that was brutally m*rder*d for the lottery ticket that won that check you're holding there.

Would you tell her you don't know Tom Yannick?

I—

Aha!

You told me nothing would go wrong!

Shh! No! Stop, stop!

Thomas Yannick... (Mutters) you're under arrest for m*rder.

Yes.

This doesn't belong to you.

We're gonna have to get the name changed.

Do you have a... marker, pen?

Callie was checking the lottery numbers while Rex tried to fix her computer.

She won $56 million.

(Screams and laughs)

She kissed Rex, got the champagne out of the fridge, then she called her sister.

Then greed got the better of Rex, and he tried to strangle Callie so he could steal the ticket.

(Argruing)

But she k*lled him instead with a champagne bottle and called 9-1-1.

Then half-strangled and in shock, she fainted.

And that's where you come in.

You found the two of them, and you saw the ticket.

You put 2 and 2 together— quite the detective.

So you k*lled Callie.

You think about it for a while, or you just go for it?

I-I thought about it for a while.

(Sighs) I felt bad for her.

But $56 million, man.

Yeah.

Well, you should have thought about it a while longer.

(Door opens)

Thank you.

(Grunts)

Thank you, thank you.

You are such a good man. Mmm.

(Mouths word)

Thank you. Mm.

Sorry to interrupt, Nicola, but Jane and I have to pick up a prisoner.

(Sighs)

Thank you.

Pleasure.

(Cell doors buzz)

(Sighs) Come on!

What is taking so long?

Relax. She'll be here.

Look, I-I'm sorry, by the way.

For what? There's a long list of possibilities.

Yeah, well, this is more of a... general purpose apology.

Use it for your top issue.

Thanks.

Who's this?

(Female guard) 5467B.

That's not her. There's been a mistake.

There's no mistake. Her paperwork's all in order. It's the only Lorelei Martins we got.