05x08 - Red Sails in the Sunset

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(Projector whirring)

(Woman) Stay away from me. Let go. Let go of me.

Man: Save the phony tears.

Just get back.

Oh, you little fool. You just stay away from me.

(g*n fires, people screaming)

Man: We can't get involved in this.

(Lowered voice) Hello, Patrick. How are you?

(Lowered voice) Good.

So what do you think?

Oh, it's a classic.

You know, it just gets better and better every time.

Yes.

What do you think of my request?

I don't think much of it, really, Patrick. Really, I don't.

Meaning you can't accomplish it?

Any task can be accomplished, as long as it's broken down into manageable pieces.

So you'll do it?

Look, I know that I'm in your debt.

Okay, so we both agree that you owe me a favor.

Yes, I do.

So let this be my favor to you— let it go— the whole idea.

It's just not worth it.

Well, I find this very interesting.

I'm presenting you with a challenge, and yet you're backing away.

It's very unlike you, Mr. Stiles.

Look, if you must know, I've grown mildly accustomed to you, Patrick.

You make me sit up and pay attention.

I'm very glad you're amused by me.

But what you're planning now, it's...

Well, it's certainly different.

Yes, it is.

If I do what you're asking of me and you get caught, you're gonna spend the rest of your life in a federal prison.

I'm well aware of that.

I just have to make sure I don't get caught.

(Sighs and chuckles)

All right.

Well, it's been a great pleasure knowing you, Mr. Jane.

Good luck.

Well, I-I used some pretty harsh words.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

But naturally, if I'd known...

(Metal clanking)

(Machines whirring)

(Speaks inaudibly)

(Pounds truck)

Need a ride?

You?

♪ The Mentalist 5x08 ♪
Red Sails in the Sunset
Original Air Date on November 18, 2012

Hey, come on. Please. Just—just get in the car.

This is ridiculous.

Why are you mad at me?

I-I didn't force you to escape from prison.

No, you just tricked me into it.

Oh, come on.

Wait.

You thought it was Red John that got you out, didn't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, it wasn't. I did. I got you out.

He would have left you in there to rot.

And I took a lot of risks in doing it.

Nobody ever accused you of good judgment.

Well, what about you?

You're the one walking off into the desert 10 miles from a prison you just broke out of.

I'm offering you a ride.

I'll take you wherever you wanna go.

You can dump me at any time.

Fine.

Jane, how many messages do I have to leave you?

Call me back.

(Speaking inaudibly)

Hold on, Tom. She just walked in.

No.

No, don't inform the Marshals yet.

I want to bring CBI up to speed first.

I'll call you back.

What's going on?

Have you heard about Lorelei Martins yet?

No.

She escaped from federal prison this morning.

Your Mr. Jane was questioning prison transport drivers.

Yes, but no.

He wouldn't.

He wouldn't.

He wouldn't?

Where is he now?

I don't know. I haven't heard from him since yesterday.

He hasn't answered his phone.

But that doesn't mean he did this.

It would make it much more likely, wouldn't it?

Why is this a Homeland Security issue?

It's complicated.

I mean, if he is with her, he's in a lot of danger.

You know him better than anybody.

Now if he did do this, where would he go?

Any place I could possibly think of is where he wouldn't go.

Uh, would you excuse me for a minute?

I'll be right back.

Has anyone seen Jane?

No.

We need to find him right now.

Put a B.O.L.O. out on his car.

Grace, Cho, I want you to go to his motel room.

Rigs, call his cell phone company.

Get GPS tracking on his phone.

What's going on?

Lorelei Martins escaped from prison this morning.

Was Jane involved?

We don't know yet.

Bob Kirkland, Homeland Security.

He's leading the search to find Martins.

Boss.

Sac PD got a report of an abandoned blue Citroen this morning. Uh, parking lot at 16th and K Street.

Text it to me.

This isn't gonna work.

Well, that's optimistic.

I won't tell you who he is or where he is.

Give it time.

Not now. Not ever.

(Clicks)

Doesn't work.

Really?

I figured that when no sound came out of it.

Yes.

(Chuckles)

Can we go?

Tell me where.

The ocean. I wanna see the ocean.

(Police radio chatter)

(Car door closes)

(Horn honks)

(Cell phone beeps)

He was leaving a text message.

It's for you.

"Someone after me."

He was being followed.

Looks like he's been abducted.

Jane doesn't have Lorelei. Lorelei has Jane.

Our fugitive is a known associate of the serial k*ller Red John.

She's wanted for m*rder conspiracy, kidnapping, and weapons violations.

We believe that Martins and unknown accomplices abducted CBI consultant Patrick Jane.

Jane led a 6-month undercover operation that resulted in Lorelei's arrest.

Martins may have kidnapped him for payback or to take him to Red John.

Either way, we need to find them.

Martins is a Sacramento girl.

I want systematic searches of old residences, old friends, old coworkers.

You all have information packets.

Study them, and when you're done, contact myself or Agent Kirkland for your assignments.

Thank you.

Let's start with Lorelei's mother.

Okay.

(Waves rolling)

Lorelei: I wonder where they're going.

I'm gonna make a fire.

So, what's this about?

(Clears throat) Your daughter broke out of prison this morning.

Oh. Of course.

Have you had any contact with— with Lorelei recently?

(Chuckles) Lorelei hasn't contacted me in years.

Thankfully.

When she does, it's always trouble. Always.

We have reason to believe that Lorelei has taken a hostage.

His life could be in danger.

Do you have any information that you could give us about where we could find her?

Any, uh, old friends?

Favorite places?

Nope. I don't have anything to do with her, and she doesn't have anything to do with me.

Do you have any insight as to how she became this way?

(Chuckles)

Lorelei only ever cared about Lorelei.

What are you gonna do with a kid like that?

Well, you don't feel at all responsible for her?

(Chuckles)

Now there's a question from a woman without children.

I've satisfied all my duties and responsibilities of motherhood.

I mean, look around. Lorelei grew up in a beautiful home.

She could be anything.

Is this your father?

(Inhales deeply)

That's my husband. He's away in Munich.

He's away a lot?

Yes.

Oh. Figures.

I don't like your tone.

Dana, your daughter is the mistress of a psychopathic k*ller, yet you have no information to give us about how or why she got that way.

Frankly, I don't care if you like my tone.

To hell with you, lady.

What happened to her?

Get out of my house.

Thank you.

(Waves rolling)

(Crackling)

(Waves crashing)

You should try it.

Water's lovely.

Eh.

Uh, quickly—go and hide yourself behind those rocks.

(Sighs)

Hello, young man.

How you doing?

(Sniffs)

(Sniffs)

Was that your campfire?

No, Officer.

I'm not an officer. I'm a Park Ranger.

So no g*n, huh?

Right.

Campfires are illegal on this beach without a permit.

Well, it... it's not mine.

Are you okay, sir?

You seem a little nervous.

Never better.

Are you alone?

Hi, Officer! I'm over here!

I'm sorry. I can't come out!

I don't have any clothes on.

Yeah, well, public nudity's prohibited on state beaches.

Yes, uh, I'm sorry! It won't happen again!

Promise, it— it won't happen again.

Sorry, sir.

Okay.

You folks have a nice day.

Yeah.

No campfires.

So where to now?

North to Canada?

South to Mexico?

I'm flexible.

I know a place where no one will find us.

Take the I-60 East, but I gotta change my look first.

Find a convenience store.

I like the take-charge attitude.

No, you don't.

I do.

Clearly, you've taken care of someone in your life.

Made all the decisions. Acted the adult.

I'm guessing you had a vain, selfish, and controlling mother.

But you found the strength to pull away.

Does she resent you for that?

Patrick, do you really want to get to know me?

Of course.

Give the act a rest.

What? I-I wasn't...

Yes, you were.

Okay.

I knew it.

Soon as I heard that kidnapping report on my radio.

I called it in.

This is the young man I talked to.

Was there a woman with him?

Yes, there most certainly was.

Only I didn't see her on account of she was naked.

At least that what she said.

She was behind that rock there where she was changing.

The young man got kind of jumpy.

Uh-huh.

Asked me if I had a g*n.

She probably had a g*n on you the whole time.

That's what I figured.

And if he said one wrong word or tried to run—bam.

I mean, she would have sh*t us both dead.

I'm just thankful he kept his head.

Happen to see what kind of car they were driving?

Yes, sir. There was only one car on the bluff.

A dark blue 1990s Dynasty Sedan.

(Gears shift)

Stay low.

(Wylie & the Wild West's "Without You" playing)

(Indistinct conversations, laughter)

(Cash register beeps)

♪ On an island all alone
♪ a thousand miles away from home ♪

(Wind chimes tinkling)

♪ ...without you
♪ surrounded by an endless sea ♪
♪ not a soul...
♪
♪ Can make me feel the way you do ♪
♪ You're the rock I build upon ♪
♪ You give me hope and keep me strong ♪
♪ There's a place where the sun won't shine ♪
♪ where broken hearts don't mend with time ♪

(Clears throat) Thank you.

(Mutters indistinctly)

(Wind chimes tinkling)

(Whistles)

Scared you, didn't I?

No.

Saw some cops. Spooked me.

(Door alert chimes)

(Door closes) Well, I'm glad I left you the keys.

You're gonna be a French honey blonde.

How's that sound?

Sure.

Did you get snacks?

(Engine starts)

Sure did.

(Shifts gears)

(Gravel crunches)

(Sighs)

I have something to say.

Come in. Sit down, Dana.

What's going on?

(Exhales)

Couldn't sleep last night.

(Chuckles)

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales) Hmm.

My husband mustn't know.

Mustn't know what?

(Clears throat)

(Exhales)

I sold Lorelei's sister.

Sister? I don't remember reading anything about a sister in Lorelei's file.

(Voice breaking) Because I sold her.

All right, you're gonna have to help me out here, Dana.

30 years ago, I didn't have the money to raise 2 girls. (Inhales deeply) (Whispers) I had substance issues.

Go on.

So after... (Clears throat) their dad left... (Inhales deeply) I just stopped functioning, you know? And, um, Lorelei— she was 5. And she held me up, you know? But... (Cries) Miranda— that was her name... She was 2. I mean, what was I gonna do with a 2-year-old?

What did you do?

Well, I knew... I knew this rich... (Clears throat) foreign couple, who... (sniffles) childless. So we made a deal under the table. (Clears throat)

Why didn't they just adopt her?

We all wanted what we wanted, so we just got it done.

What did you tell Lorelei?

I told her... I told her all kinds of stuff. I... (sniffles) And she never forgave me. (Sniffles) I didn't realize it at the time, but... that day... I lost two daughters. Not one.

Want me to get you a tissue?

(Children shouting playfully)

(Child laughs)

Hey there.

Looking for a room. Place to rest my weary bones. Been on the road since New Mexico.

It's $48 cash, $52 credit.

Oop. I'll be paying cash.

Okay.

You don't happen to have one without a television?

Uh, TV's busted in 13. No discount.

Okay.

(Children continue shouting, ball bouncing)

(Bell dings)

Have a nice day.

Mm-hmm.

We tried to have our own children.

I could not.

Why didn't you just adopt legally?

Well, I was on work visa from Romania.

And we could not adopt until we were citizens, and that takes years.

Mr. Kirkland, this is Marta and Virgil Roman.

They're just telling me how they came to buy Miranda Martins.

You had to see her.

She was in a bad situation.

Virgil and I knew we could give her a life full of love and opportunity.

But she turned out to be a very troubled girl.

Very unhappy.

So when she was in high school, we sent her to a therapist, and she remembered a lot of things we thought she had forgotten.

Her mother?

No.

She remembered only one name—

Lorelei.

Of course, we found her sister Lorelei and reunited them.

The sisters were so happy, and they were so close.

You've never seen two sisters who were closer.

Where is Miranda now?

We need to talk to her.

She... she was m*rder*d.

She's dead.

Thanks for the dress.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

So, listen, uh...

(Clears throat)

You gonna tell me where we're going?

To a cabin my sister and I used to go to.

You have a sister?

I did.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Her death was a gift, sort of.

You want to explain that?

You wouldn't understand.

Well, you could try me.

I mean, I-I'd like to understand.

In case you haven't noticed, healing is not my strong suit.

Losing my sister brought me into my full reality.

I faced my deepest fear.

I have complete awareness.

Nothing can hurt me.

That's nonsense. Believe me.

Things can hurt you.

Try me.

(Bottle cap fizzes)

(Cap clatters)

Mm. This beer is warm.

(Bottle clatters)

I'll get some ice.

Miranda was beautiful, like her sister.

What does the coroner's report say about the cause of death?

Heatstroke.

After she was r*ped, she was left chained inside of an empty warehouse.

Daytime temperatures reached 120 degrees inside.

Coroner figures she lasted about two days.

And they never found the k*ller?

The case is still open.

There's no trace evidence, no witnesses. Just this.

(Cell phone chimes)

(Beep)

Hello?

Jane: Hey, Lisbon.

I need your help.

(Lowered voice) I need to take this. Could you...

I'll be right back.

(Stations change, static crackles)

(Bing Crosby) ♪ and this refrain was her song ♪
♪ red sails in the sunset
♪ way out on the sea

Jane, what's going on?

Have you been kidnapped?

Yes. I'm in fear of my life.

I can't talk long.

Did you know Lorelei had a sister?

Yes. Miranda. Her mother gave her up.

Where are you?

If she catches me on the phone, she'll k*ll me.

What happened to Miranda?

She was m*rder*d.

Abducted, r*ped, and left for dead five years ago.

Who did it?

They don't know.

They don't even have a suspect.

But listen to this— the police kept back a key detail from the public.

Before Miranda d*ed, she carved a message into the warehouse floor.

What'd it say?

I'm looking at the crime scene photo now.

It says "Roy."

I need a copy of that photo.

Uh, Lisbon, yeah. Fax it to me at this number...

(Female announcer on radio) I'm Katie Riley, and I'll be back with more of your favorite mellow blends right after the news.

(Male announcer) State and federal authorities have intensified the search for a Sacramento woman, Lorelei Martins.

Jane, just tell me where you are.

We can help you.

Just fax it to me.

I gotta go. Gotta go.

(Receiver clatters)

(Fax machine whirring)

According to police, Martins is holding a hostage, Patrick Jane. Yesterday, CBI consultant Jane's car was found abandoned by the side of the road.

(Fax machine whirring)

(Whirring)

Everything okay?

Jane just called me.

(Door squeaks)

You lie! Aah!

(Grunts)

Liar!

Filthy liar! Kidnapped you? !

Please...

How dare you? ! You lied!

(Panting)

I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you everything.

Why didn't you tell me?

I had to protect myself.

(Grunts)

Aah!

Oh!

Please. Just stop.

(Panting)

You had me going, Patrick.

(Panting)

For a second there, I almost trusted you.

You should. You should trust me.

Oh, stop! Just stop playing the role.

Yes, I play a role, but not with you.

I'm being honest with you.

Lies on lies!

Lorelei, listen to me. You have to listen to me.

Your buddy Red John— he k*lled your sister.

What are you talking about?

Your sister Miranda.

She wrote a name on the floor of the warehouse where she d*ed.

The name of the man who r*ped and k*lled her.

It was never released to the public.

You're making that up.

No.

This is a crime scene photo of your sister's m*rder.

"Roy."

Yes, Roy.

We both know who uses that alias.

I don't understand.

Where did you get this?

It doesn't matter.

Red John r*ped and k*lled your sister.

No.

He made you a victim so that he could rescue you.

No.

He preyed on your pain.

No, it's not true.

Yes. You don't want it to be true, but it's true, and you can feel that it's true.

Just stop!

God, you're just like him, you know that?

Relentless manipulation.

I am nothing like him.

How would you know?

I know.

I only wonder why the two of you didn't become lifelong friends the moment you shook hands.

(Ice clatters)

(Door slams)

Wait!

Where are we going?

We still going to the cabin?

That's where I'm going.

You can go where you like.

We traced Jane's call to a truck stop motel on Route 99 just north of Chico. Right here.

The fugitive and her hostage were gone by the time deputies got to the motel.

(Buffalo Springfield) ♪ step out of line
♪ the man come and take you away ♪
♪ you better stop, hey, what's that sound? ♪
♪ everybody look what's going ♪
♪ you better stop, hey, what's that sound? ♪

Kirkland: They were moving north.

Let's assume they still are. Where are they going?

Well, if they take the 97 North, they'll hit the Butter Valley Airport.

One runway. Public use. Five takeoffs a day.

They might go for a plane. Okay, lock it down. What else?

I've been going through financial records for Lorelei's sister.

She owned a cabin in the Sierras about 200 miles north of that motel.

From what I can see, the cabin was never sold after her death.

An anonymous third party has been paying the taxes on it.

Red John?

Kirkland: Call tactical.

I want a chopper here in ten.

It's just up ahead, at the end of the road.

(Shifts gears)

You go ahead. I'll get the stuff.

Okay.

The key is under the flower pot.

Welcome.

(Gasps)

Well, it's a nice place.

Yeah.

Belonged to my sister.

We used to come here to forget about the world.

(Sighs)

It's safe.

Red John didn't k*ll her, Patrick.

You'll never convince me that he did.

I'd k*ll for a cup of tea right now.

I can make you one.

I'd like that.

But we can't stay here.

Why not?

If Miranda bought this place, the police'll find it.

They're probably on their way here right now.

Then we have to go.

No, you have to go.

I'll stay. I'll try and delay them.

What?

Well, like you said, I'm never gonna convince you that Red John k*lled your sister.

You need to go and find out the truth for yourself.

But, Patrick— and when you do, when you know the truth...

You know where to find me.

Just call me.

Where are the car keys?

In the car.

Is there a back way out of here?

Um, there's—no. There's just fire trails.

Okay. What about this thing?

Does this run?

It's been on a trickle charge.

Yeah, it should.

Okay, you take the 4x4 on the fire road.

They won't be looking for that.

I'm gonna cover for you.

You can't stay here, Patrick.

There's no way they'll believe you were my hostage.

I will make them believe.

You want me to b*at you up or something?

Knock you out?

Uh, no, thanks.

You gotta go.

(Hood closes)

(Engine sputters, turns over)

(Engine starts, door alert chiming)

(Seat belt clicks)

(Exhales deeply)

(Engine revving)

(Exhaling deeply)

(Engine revs loudly)

(Tires screech)

(Hissing)

(Vehicle approaches)

(Car doors close)

Kirkland: Check the cabin. Search the surrounding woods.

Jane.

(Groans)

He's okay.

(Groans)

Did you get her?

Not yet.

She's, uh, she's on foot.

Agent Kirkland, Homeland Security.

I need rescue hot south of Orr Lake, forest Route 42 North 12.

(Static crackles)

Who's that guy?

Don't talk.

Help's on the way.

(Exhales) Hurts.

(Groans)

Shh. It's okay.

You'll never know.

I'll never know what?

Whether I engineered the escape and abduction.

Trust me. I know.

You don't know.

You just guess.

And you didn't tell your new best friend, Kirkland, either.

I don't have any evidence.

If I did, I'd put you in cuffs myself.

No, you wouldn't.

Try me.

(Chuckles)

What's so funny?

Nothing. Sorry.

All of it's worth it.

She told me Red John and I are very much alike.

That it's a wonder we weren't best friends from the moment we shook hands.

You've met Red John?

Yes.

He's someone I know.

(Chuckles)

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