05x06 - Cherry Picked

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This is Lorelei Martins. She's a confederate of the serial k*ller Red John. 19 days ago, she disappeared from Sacramento County jail. She was last seen in wing "B, " cell 826 at 3:30 P.M.

What does this have to do with me?

Someone drove her out of the jail. The only vehicles that entered the facility near that time were prisoner transport vehicles. You were driving one of them. Was it you?

No.

Hey!

Was it you?

No, all right?

What is wrong with you?

You can go. Thank you.

(Sighs) Okay.

Walter...

(Pen clatters)

(Mutters indistinctly)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ringing)

Morning, Lisbon.

Now? Well, uh...

I have another driver coming in.

Yeah. Okay.

Fine. I-I'll be right there.

(Snaps phone shut)

(Police radio chatter)

(Shutter clicking)

Cho: Hey, boss.

Victim's a community security guard.

Casey Borras.

sh*t twice—one in the arm, one in the chest.

Happened about an hour ago. We've notified his family.

His w*apon was out?

Was he responding to a call?

No. Security company says he was on patrol.

Could have come across a robbery or a home invasion.

Sac PD's doing door-to-doors Jane? Thoughts?

Uh...

No.

Gather the neighbors.

All right.

I was in the den checking my Facebook messages when I heard the sh*ts.

I mean, there were, like, two of them.

Did you see anything?

No.

By the time I came outside, whoever did this was gone.

And what about you, sir?

No. I... just got home about ten minutes ago.

Did anybody see any suspicious people or vehicles, anything at all?

(Crowd murmuring)

What's going on with you?

Why?

Everyone else here wants to help.

You just want to get out of here.

No, I don't.

Can't keep your eyes off your phone.

What's your name?

Isaac. Isaac Goodwin.

Which house is yours?

I don't live in this neighborhood.

My brother and his wife do, right over there.

Where are they?

(Exhales) Out of town.

I'm collecting their mail.

No, you're not.

Excuse me?

Y-you're in high finance. You're a banker, a hedge fund manager, yes?

Yes.

You don't do favors for people unless there's something in it for you.

That's not true.

Is the mailbox empty or full?

I...

Say no more.

Go on.

(Keys rattle)

I don't know what you think you're gonna find.

Well, how about evidence of a struggle?

It must be the movers.

Marcus and Pella just got some new furniture.

Remind me not to hire them.

Where are your brother and his wife now?

I don't know. Sometimes they just leave town. They're spontaneous.

Where's he going?

I thought you stopped by to collect the mail.

I got hungry.

Ohh. Hungry enough for two, it seems.

What's going on?

Nothing.

We're not leaving until you tell us what happened.

(Phone rings)

(Ringing continues)

No! Don't answer that!

Why not?

Just don't! Give it to me.

Well, tell me.

I can't.

Well, if you don't, I'm gonna answer it.

Don't!

He told me not to involve the police.

Who did?

The kidnapper.

(Ringing continues)

He took Marcus and Pella, and he told me he'd k*ll them if I involved the police.

Better answer it then.

(Beeps)

Hello?

You alone?

Yes.

Tell me— what are you wearing?

(Laughing)

Hi. How you doing?

It's me, yeah.

(Laughs)

Okay. We can just talk now.

(Snaps phone shut)

Kidnappers.

♪ The Mentalist 5x06 ♪
Cherry Picked
Original Air Date on November 4, 2012

(Police radio chatter, shutter clicking)

Earlier, I spoke with an officer about...

All right. We're dealing with a kidnapping.

The victims are Pella and Marcus Goodwin.

They were taken about 90 minutes ago.

It looks like a security guard came across the scene, tried to intervene, and was sh*t.

So we find the kidnapper, we've got the k*ller.

But right now, our priority is getting the Goodwins back safely.

Has the kidnapper made contact?

He e-mailed the brother around the time of abduction.

Isaac Goodwin came to the house to verify it was true.

What about a ransom demand?

$5 million.

They got that kind of money?

Isaac says Marcus is the chief designer at a communications software firm.

He's got big government contracts and holds major patents, so, yes, he's got the money.

The kidnapper's supposed to be in touch within the hour.

Van Pelt's in the kitchen setting up.

I'll put out a BOLO.

Rigsby, I need you to check all the security camera footage in the area anything that can put an ID on our suspects.

The clock's ticking. Let's move.

Yes, boss.

Yes, boss.

(Sighs)

(Opera music playing)

What now?

("La donna è mobile" playing)

Man: ♪ La lonna è mobile ♪
♪ qual piumo a vento
♪ muta d'accento
♪ e di pensiero
♪ sempre un amabile

Great system, huh?

(Opera music continues)

Could you turn that off?

(Groans)

(Turns music off)

It's a little harder than it looks.

We're gonna need to put together the ransom.

Can you help with that?

Yes. I'm Marcus' business manager.

Why the hesitation?

Well, it's $5 million.

I'm not just gonna go to the bank and then hand it over to him.

I mean, there has to be a negotiation first.

Which we will run.

And we're gonna need your phone. The kidnapper contacted you.

He'll probably do so again.

Okay, maybe I wasn't clear before.

If he knows that you guys are involved, then Marcus and Pella are dead.

I have to protect my family. They're all I have.

I understand your concern, but this is a police matter now.

We're gonna deal with the kidnapper from here on out.

No.

No, I'm not gonna have their blood on my hands, okay?

Hard to argue with that.

You are not leaving this house with that phone.

Fine. I'll stay.

But nobody's touching my phone.

Hmm. Good luck with that.

(Sighs)

Mr. Goodwin!

Mm!

(Grunts)

(Knocks on door)

Mr. Goodwin, open up.

Open the door.

(Jiggles door knob)

I'm calling my lawyer.

I'm not talking until he gets here.

(Knocking)

Okay, we will break down this door if we are forced to!

I said, open up!

Lisbon.

Brenda.

What are you doing here?

Is there a PR issue?

Can I speak with you?

(Police radio chatter)

Teresa, you can't break down that door.

I need to access his e-mail and his phone.

Breaking down the door is not my first option, but I don't have time to pull a warrant.

That may be the case, but Director Bertram is very concerned about the way we handle this one.

We need to be very gentle with the Goodwin family.

We'll discuss this later.

No, we can't. Do you see those press vans pulling up?

Marcus Goodwin is an important adviser for the Pentagon.

His disappearance is a national security issue.

If we don't get him and his wife back, do you know what happens?

We are gonna get him back.

Yes, I'm sure that we will, but if we don't and we treat Isaac badly, he's gonna k*ll us in the media.

k*ll us.

You've got your problems, I've got mine.

Well, then I'm sorry to do this to you, Teresa.

What are you doing?

Calling Director Bertram.

(Stammers) Fine.

Uh, uh, y-you win.

Sorry.

Mm-hmm.

I'll tell if you steal one.

Uh, may I see that?

Whoa. That's odd.

What?

They drank a 1964 Lafite Rothschild with, uh, pizza.

So?

Well, these people are wine snobs.

They have varietal specific stemware.

They should know better.

You happen to see a dog anywhere?

Nope.

(Whistles) Howard? !

Where are you, boy? !

(Whistles)

Isaac?

I talked it over with my boss, and you're right.

You should be the one to deal with the kidnapper nobody's gonna take your phone.

I feel bad that you're in there.

Isaac?

Lawyer!

(Sighs)

(Police radio chatter)

Hey, Howard, come on!

Come here! Hey!

(Panting and growling)

How you doing?

Found ol' Howard out lounging by my pool.

He's a sneaky one.

Does he get out a lot?

No. But he tries.

(Growls) Marcus and Pella do a pretty good job of keeping him on the property.

I bet it was that gate, wasn't it?

Oh, why do you say that?

Well, it's got a funny latch on it, and it's hard to close if you're not used to it.

Mm.

Something about the Goodwins, huh?

Yeah. Uh, do you think you could watch Howard for me?

Oh, not at all.

I really appreciate it. Thank you.

(Howard panting)

See you, Howard.

("La vita è l'inferno all'infelice" playing)

Man: ♪ Leonora
♪ oh rimembranza
♪

Jane!

(Opera music continues)

Just a minute!

(Needle scratches, clicks off)

(Door closes)

Hmm.

(Country music playing)

(Music continues, volume decreases)

What are you doing?

(Clicks music off)

Lisbon, I got something.

I need to get in touch with Isaac's lawyer.

What, you still can't get him out of there?

You can? Good luck.

Yo! Isaac!

(Knocks on door)

I got something to tell you.

Marcus and Pella weren't kidnapped.

Somebody else was.

What? Who?

Well, I don't know, but... unlike Marcus and Pella, they don't know their Bordeaux from their cheap table plonk, and they listen to country, not opera.

And unfortunately, they let Howard out.

What did you say?

Who the hell is Howard?

Dog.

Isaac!

What's going on here?

Marcus. What— we thought you were kidnapped!

Well, not all of us.

Uh, we've been hiking all weekend.

It was a last-minute trip.

We were at our place in the mountains.

There's no phone, no cell reception.

We had no idea.

Who was staying at the house?

Gary and Sloan Dietz.

We've been best friends with them for years. (Sighs)

Marcus and Gary were roommates at Caltech.

This is insane.

Do you have a photo of the couple?

Um, yeah.

They were, uh, house-sitting. We have the dog.

Oh, great dog, by the way. He's, uh, with the neighbor.

(Sighs) So the kidnapper has Gary and Sloan, but he sent Isaac an e-mail saying that he has us?

We think that maybe they took the wrong couple by mistake.

Well, obviously.

But by now, the kidnappers must have figured out that they took the wrong people, so, I mean, what happens to Gary and Sloan?

Are they gonna get k*lled?

(Sighs)

Don't even say that.

I'm just being realistic.

Isaac, shut up!

Isaac's always been the family scourge, hasn't he?

Stubborn, arrogant, insensitive.

Hey. Enough?

(Phone rings)

(Ringing continues)

Someone's trying to video conference.

It could be the kidnapper.

(Typing)

I'm sending the feed to the laptop.

(Clicking)

(Man) Who are you? Where's Isaac?

I'm with the police. You're dealing with us now.

I said no police.

Things have changed.

So you figured out I took the wrong people.

I'm guessing Marcus and Pella are there?

They're right here.

Good. Because I have a question for them.

Do you want to see your friends alive again?

Yes. Yes, we'll do anything.

$5 million in non-sequential bills.

You have 24 hours to get it. If you don't, your friends die.

I'll contact you in the morning with instructions for delivery.

Uh, quick question before you go.

Kidnapping Gary and Sloan wasn't a mistake, was it?

What are you talking about?

Kidnapping Gary and Sloan was always the plan, wasn't it?

No.

You see, I think you did your homework.

You wanted Marcus' money, but if you kidnapped him, then you would have had to deal with Isaac.

Bullheaded guy like that, you'd be lucky to get 20 bucks out of him.

Who is this?

Huh? But you did take Gary and Sloan, but you sent an e-mail saying that you had Marcus and Pella.

That way, Marcus thinks he's supposed to be taken.

He feels wracked with guilt.

And the nice guy that he is, he doesn't think twice about dropping a few mil.

You know him very well.

Shut up! I want the $5 million, or they die.

Oh, you're clever enough to know that that's not gonna happen.

You're selling beer now, not champagne.

No one's gonna pay $5 million. 3, maybe.

It's 5.

3's a better number.

Then people start dying.

(Beep)

He'll call back.

(Police radio chatter)

Don't worry. He'll call back.

Then why do you look worried?

I'm not.

Oh.

No luck tracing the e-mail to Isaac or the video conference.

Have you heard from Cho and Rigsby?

They're still going through the security camera footage.

(Phone rings)

Told you.

(Rings)

(Presses keys, static)

(Man) $4 million. Final offer.

Yeah. Th-that's fine.

All right. $4 million.

I'll contact you in the morning. (Click)

Okay. Isaac, let's get the money together.

Are you kidding?

Look, just because you guys feel guilty doesn't mean you should give away millions of dollars here.

Gary's a high school physics teacher, Sloan's a paralegal.

They don't have this kind of cash.

It's not your fault that Gary isn't successful.

This is not your problem.

Yeah, it is, okay?

Gary's family. Now get the money.

Ohh.

You don't have it, do you?

What? Of course he's got it.

(Sighs)

It's complicated.

Look.

The market has been... unpredictable, and I have done the best that I can possibly do, but... there've been some significant reversals.

I've done my best, but... most of it is tied up illiquid securities— the books don't say that.

Look, if you want to get the $4 million, then you're gonna have to start selling off assets, and who knows how long that's gonna take?

I'm sorry, Marcus. I really am.

(Scoffs)

You son of a bitch.

I think you guys should just talk amongst yourselves for a while. I'm out of here.

You're leaving?

Yes. I have a driver coming in.

Let me know how it goes.

(Crunching) Mmm.

Will you please eat that like a human being and not a sea lion?

(Imitates sea lion) Mmm!

(Laughs)

Hold on. I think I got something.

(Smacking lips)

(Clicks mouse)

He's going pretty fast.

Where was that taken?

A security camera three blocks away from the Goodwin house.

(Clicks mouse)

Could be our guy in the van.

(Typing, presses key)

There's no license plate.

(Typing)

And only 98, 000 white vans registered in Northern California.

Check for abandoned white vans.

Looks like a Dodge. See if that narrows it.

(Typing)

56.

(Clicks mouse)

One of them was found 6 miles from the Goodwin house just a few hours ago— reported stolen last week.

Maybe the owner saw something. Let's check it out.

Okay.

This is Lorelei Martins. She's a confederate of the serial k*ller Red John. 19 days ago, she disappeared from Sacramento County jail.

(Breathes deeply)

Someone drove her out, Walter. Was it you?

You ought to check the log.

I have.

You realize I transport dozens of prisoners every day.

Sure.

(Chair creaking)

Never seen her in my life.

You're lying.

Excuse me?

You're lying.

I don't have to listen to this.

Uh, uh, sit down. No, s—please, sit down.

You gonna make me?

Wrong move, Walter. Just stay.

(Knock on door)

I know, right?

It's like, "hello!

It's your birthday, ho. Cheer up."

I gotta call you back, girl.

I got some Jehovah Witnesses or something at the door.

All right.

(Phone beeps)

CBI, ma'am.

Your 2002 white Dodge van was reported stolen last Wednesday.

Mm-hmm.

Any idea who might have taken it?

Uh, no.

If I did, dude would be rotting in a cell about now.

Is that 70 inches?

Expensive.

(Sighs) Mom's got glaucoma.

Your van—it was ten years old and in bad condition.

That's an odd vehicle to steal, isn't it?

And suddenly you have the cash to buy a new TV?

Listen, the longer you lie to us, the worse it's gonna be.

(Sighs)

All right, fine.

It wasn't stolen. (Sighs)

I sold it.

To who?

Don't know. Dude didn't give me his name.

Didn't want me to sign over the title, either.

But he gave me a couple thousand extra, so I was like... (Scoffs)

"All right."

So why'd you report it stolen?

I didn't know what he was gonna do with that van.

And it was still in my name. Mnh-mnh.

Didn't want it coming back on me.

You need to come work with our sketch artist, see if we can get a likeness of this man.

If I help, can I keep the TV?

Let's go. (Exhales)

I was just asking. Ugh!

Ma, I'm goin'!

We've scraped together everything that we can, and we're still a million short.

Isaac's trying to sell some of our assets, but even if he does, the money's not gonna get here in time.

We're just... (sighs) we're at a loss.

Even if by some miracle we do get this money today, how do we know that he's not still gonna k*ll Gary and Sloan?

Honestly, you never do.

That has to be a risk you're willing to take.

No, we're willing. Of course we're willing.

(Phone rings)

This is it.

(Typing) (Man) Gary and Sloan are still alive.

How long is up to you. Is the money ready?

Lisbon: Pella and Marcus need more time.

You're lying.

They have every intention of paying the money.

Stop lying to me, bitch! I know they have it!

Hey, just for that, you're not gonna see a dime, not unless you do as I say.

What?

Shut your mouth and you listen to me.

I need to know you're not gonna k*ll them after you get the cash, so this is what you're gonna do.

You're gonna release one hostage in exactly one hour.

Consider it a show of good faith.

Wait—

You heard me! One hostage in one hour.

And if you don't, don't bother calling back!

Ooh. I thought that was pretty convincing.

You might have just gotten them k*lled.

(Phone rings)

No video conference. Just a call.

(Ringing continues)

(Beep, static)

Hello?

(Horn honks, street sounds)

This is Sloan Dietz.

I was told to call this number.

Yeah?

Please.

Help me.

I'm not sure where he brought us.

We—we were blindfolded.

Did you hear any distinctive noises on the trip?

Airplanes, trains?

I don't know. I—

I don't remember.

(Sniffles)

Everything happened so fast. I'm sorry.

It's fine. Take a look at this.

It's from a description of the kidnapper.

Do you recognize him?

No. He never let us see his face.

(Exhales)

I'm not being very helpful at all.

I'm so sorry.

Why don't we take a break?

We need to find the money to get Gary back.

That's what this comes down to.

Well, what do you think, Isaac?

It's not gonna happen this fast.

I'm doing everything that I can, but...

Not everything. You could chip in.

I want to, but... a million dollars?

That's—that's almost everything that I have.

Please, Isaac.

Sloan, don't think that I don't feel for you. I do.

I will pay you back.

Look, I know how ridiculous that sounds...

(Sniffles) But I swear— trust me—

I will work every day for the rest of my life.

I swear it.

It's okay, Sloan.

I'll pay you back, Isaac.

You know I'm good for it.

Please... don't let him die.

(Exhales)

We have the money.

(Man) Good.

Now listen carefully. I want it tomorrow.

10:00 A.M. at the Village Plaza.

There's a table by the pretzel cart.

The wife will bring it there.

Sloan? That's not gonna happen.

I won't let you have some undercover cop bring the money.

This is non-negotiable. Don't push me!

When can we get proof of life?

9:00 A.M.

If you disrupt the exchange, or if I see a cop anywhere near that mall...

(Breathing nervously)

I promise, Gary is a dead man.

(Click)

Who's gonna tell Sloan?

Well, I think you guys can handle it from here.

Hey.

You never told me what happened with the driver.

(Elevator bell dings)

Yeah, it must have, uh, slipped my mind. (Doors open)

Excuse me.

He knows something, doesn't he?

Jane, let me help you.

Thank you.

I don't know if I can go through with this.

We have the money ready for you.

All you have to do...

(Sighs) is hand it over.

Piece of cake.

Be outside if you need me, okay?

(Door opens and closes)

Hmm.

(Tape rips)

(Dials)

Hey, baby.

Man: Hey.

So how'd it go?

They don't have a clue.

Are you sure they don't suspect you?

100%. What are you so nervous about, Vince?

We never meant for you to get released this early.

And we never meant to k*ll that guard.

We're improvising, and I don't like that.

It's all gonna work out.

You all set for tomorrow?

(Sniffles)

We're good.

Just bring the money down to the storage basement and I'll get it out of there.

You're forgetting the last part.

I don't want to k*ll him.

(Whimpers)

I know you don't.

Put him on for me.

I want to say good-bye.

(Gary whimpering)

(Sniffling and breathing heavily)

(Tape rips)

Sloan, please, for God's sake, you don't have to do this.

You could be a little more convincing, Gary.

What did I ever do to you?

You still don't understand, do you?

But that's always been your problem, Gary.

You wasted ten years of my life.

You dragged me down with you.

Never again.

Sloan, please!

Good-bye, Gary.

Sloan, wait!

Cho: It's a very sensitive mic.

Cho: We'll be able to communicate the whole time.

You'll hear us, we'll hear you. (Clicking)

Test, 1, 2. Is that coming through?

Yes. Yes.

(Breathes deeply)

And we'll be nearby in case anything goes wrong.

And we won't be seen. It'll just be our team, okay?

All right.

(Indistinct conversations)

How you doing, Sloan?

Hanging in.

We got ten minutes till the pickup.

Hang in there..

Boss, what's happening?

We're just sitting tight. Nothing's going on.

(Lisbon over earpieces)

Wait a minute. I see somebody who fits the description of the kidnapper.

It may be early, but I'm gonna get a closer look, see if it's him.

It's definitely the kidnapper.

I'm going in.

Okay, I'm coming.

You can't arrest him.

We can't risk him getting away.

What about Gary?

We'll do everything we can—

Lisbon: He spotted me!

(g*nshots)

sh*ts fired!

Rigsby: I'm almost there!

(Lisbon groans)

I've been hit!

Stay here.

I've been sh*t!

Aah! (Panting) Move in!

I-I need rescue, please!

(Groans)

Good, just bring it down—

Hurry!

Rigsby, car. Car. A little over the top.

Okay.

(Engine starts, revs)

He's trying to get away!

And cue g*nshots.

(g*nsh*t)

(g*nsh*t)

Returning fire!

(g*nshots)

And he's hit.

Rigsby: The kidnapper's down!

He's still alive. We got him.

(Indistinct conversations)

Good. It's good.

You don't criticize his performance? Just mine?

He was good. You?

Van Pelt: I've got her.

She's on the exterior.

She's on the move.

Heading toward the west entrance.

(Radio chatter)

(Pressing keys)

Going down the escalators.

(Keys clicking)

She just went into the back corridor.

(Radio chatter continues)

(Keys clacking)

Damn it.

She just went into a dead zone. She knew exactly where to go.

South end of the mall. Move in now.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

The kidnapper must have planted her change of clothes here.

She had an escape plan the whole time.

She knew things might go bad.

(Beeping)

There's only one number on the phone.

Must be Sloan's accomplice.

(Sighs)

We can trace the phone's location, we can find him.

Do it.

(Pressing keys and clicking mouse)

I got it. The kidnapper's still in the mall.

Looks like he's in the storage basement.

Police! Don't move!

Get down! Do it now!

Hands behind your back.

(Handcuffs clicking, police radio chatter)

(Handcuffs rattle)

Tell me where Gary is.

Screw you!

We know Sloan's behind this.

You were just her puppet.

Now, we may be able to go a little easier on you, but not unless you help us right now.

It's over.

Don't be stupid.

(Sighs)

He's in a warehouse—

9 North Citrus Avenue.

(Creaking)

(Footsteps)

(Sighs)

Don't move. Let me see your hands.

(Handcuffs rattling)

(Handcuffs clicking)

How did you...

Get her out of here.

(Police radio chatter)

Gary.

(Sighs and chuckles)

Thank you so much.

(Sighs)

So we got Sloan.

Mm.

How did we know she was one of the kidnappers?

While we were negotiating, Vince had to hang up and talk to somebody before making a counteroffer.

We figured that person was the mastermind and somebody who knew the Goodwins well, so Jane asked Vince to release a hostage.

Whoever he released had to have been his collaborator.

(Snickers) Amazing.

Where is Jane?

On a personal errand.

sh**t.

A few reporters wanted to interview him.

This is turning into a pretty big story.

I could do it.

Yeah, that's okay. I got it.

(Switch clicks)

Welcome home.

What the hell are you doing here?

Sorry, I-I didn't mean to alarm you.

Get out of my house.

I will in a moment, but first we need to talk.

It's... it's important.

I've got nothing to say to you.

Then have a drink and listen.

Please.

I think you're in trouble, Walter.

(Scoffs) Wrong.

I'm here to help you.

Help me? You don't even know me.

I know that you still love your wife even though she broke your heart.

I know that you're very lonely.

I know you're tormented by sexual desires that you feel ashamed of.

I know you like scotch.

(Swallows loudly)

Get out.

I'm telling you this so that you know that it's pointless lying to me.

The FBI made you move Lorelei because they had leverage over you, right?

I said get out!

That leverage over you because of a crime that you committed.

No.

That's as good as a "yes", Walter.

You r*ped a woman, didn't you?

No!

An inmate.

The FBI took that information, and they blackmailed you and made you take Lorelei on a mystery tour.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You say that, but what you're thinking is, "How does he know this?

How can he read my mind".

And, no, hitting me won't do you any good.

(Voice breaking)

You don't understand.

I...

I couldn't help myself.

(Gasps)

I'm so sorry.

We all have our weaknesses, Walter.

Who contacted you?

A man called me on the phone.

I never saw him.

Name?

Nemo.

Said his name was FBI Agent Nemo.

Oh, that's cute.

Latin for "nobody".

Where'd you take Lorelei?

I promise I'll never touch another inmate.

Never, I swear!

I believe you, Walter. Where did you take Lorelei?

Look at me, Walter.

You have a chance to make this right.

Where did you take Lorelei?

Okay.

I'll tell you.

(Vehicle approaches)

He's all yours.

(Police radio chatter)

(Engine starts)

Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.