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Captain.

Agent Lisbon.

Don't think we'll be needing you guys.

We like the neighbor kid who found the
body.

Did he confess?

He's a real squirrel.

You kill her! You kill her!

Mercy's father would like to give a
brief statement.

I just want to take a moment and thank
everyone in law enforcement and all the

volunteers who helped us in the search
for our beloved daughter.

The way that this entire community has
come together to support me and Juniper

in this terrible time has been a great
comfort to us.

And now I would just like to ask that...

and privacy to grieve for our God.

Hello, Mrs. Tolliver.

Who are you?

My name is Patrick Jane.

I'm here to help you.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Yes, I would, thank you.

You must be tired.

Why don't you sit down?

It's nice and quiet in here, isn't it?

Quiet, soothing, calm.

Calm.

I've been watching you and your husband,
and I want you to know that I

understand what you're feeling right
now.

You have no idea.

Believe me.

I do?

I know.

I know and I want to help you. You can't
help me.

What do you know?

All sorts of things.

You really only pretend to like skiing,
right?

Yes. But you're pleased that your best
friend recently gained some weight.

ten pounds.

You wish you'd been more adventurous
when you were younger.

You love India, but you've never been
there. You have trouble sleeping.

Your favorite color...

It's blue.

I don't understand that you're... You're
psychic.

No.

Just paying attention.

I used to make a good living pretending
to be a psychic.

I tell you this because I want you to
understand there's no point hiding

from me.

Hiding what?

You know what I see when I look at your
husband?

I see a warm, loving, generous man.

A little vain, maybe.

Selfish. Controlling. But a decent man.

Yes.

So why do you suspect him of murdering
your daughter?

I don't.

The McCluskey boy did it?

Yes. That's what the police say.

But you think they're wrong.

Why?

I don't know. I don't know.

I... Tell me.

Last year, they have been so strange
with each other.

And neither one would admit that
anything was wrong. And I think that...

that she tried to tell me once, and I
didn't.

I...

Did you ask him if he killed her?

What would he say?

Most wives can tell when their husbands
are lying.

Yes. Yes.

I don't want to... The McCluskey boy did
it.

Maybe.

You think he did it too?

I trust him other than to think.

June? There you are.

Hi, who are you?

I'm the police.

Did you kill your daughter?

How dare you?

I asked you a simple question, sir. Did
you kill your daughter?

No. I did not kill my daughter. Now you
get the hell out of my house.

June? June, what's the matter with you?

I'm going to have your badge. An
innocent man would have punched me by

I am going to make life miserable for
you.

You come in here, you will cost my wife,
you cause trouble on... June.

June, honey, please.

It's not as bad as it looks.

Mrs. Tolliver?

Mrs. Tolliver!

And the son of a bitch, Eagle 17.

Are you kidding me?

On that course?

Damn, Eagle.

That course never suited you, Price.

We'll do better in Orlando.

We have a nice spot on the draw. Well,
I'll tell you what.

David's love of third.

He kissed my butt.

Uh, sorry.

Protect luggage?

What are you, on vacation?

No, ma 'am. Won't do it again. When your
trousseau arrives, pick up the second

rental and go direct to the sheriff's
department.

Hustle us up a couple of rooms,
furniture, and phone lines.

Yes, ma 'am.

Come on.

How was your flight?

Go away. You're on suspension.

Thank you.

Mandated leave.

Ends next week. So come back next week.

Hot enough for you? Which one of you
jackasses told him?

It was you, wasn't it, Cho? Yes, it was.
Of course he called me. It's Red John.

Can't keep me out of this.

Why would you want to?

You got a man killed. There's
consequences.

A man that murdered his daughter because
she wouldn't have sex with him anymore?

You didn't know that. You did not know
that. If she hadn't have left to die...

She did, though.

Be reasonable.

This is my case.

Your case?

Red John's mine.

Red John doesn't belong to anyone.

He belongs to me.

It's not my call. Rules are rules.

Come back next week.

Don't let this man pass.

Boss?

We have Gregory Tannen, Caucasian, male,
43, single.

We haven't opened him up yet, but burn
marks... Sorry I went over your head.

I'll redeem myself, I promise.

You want redemption?

Be silent.

Okay, I can learn to do that.

Sorry.

But burn marks here indicate that the
victim was subdued with a stun gun,

standard civilian model by the look of
it.

Death appears to be caused by several
blows to the back of the skull

with the bloody golf club found at the
scene.

Female is Allison Randolph, 27, married,
no children.

They were found at her listed residence.

TOD looks to be early Saturday evening.

On Allison, we have the same stun gun
marks followed by binding with tight

plastic ligatures, frenzy cutting and
stabbing assault of the torso, and

subsequent abuse of the viscera.
Textbook read, John.

Who found the body? This one postman
coming home from the airport Monday

with his brother.

He's a pro golfer. Oh, yeah?

Fresh Randolph.

What's her deal with him? Do we know?

He's on file as one of her physicians.

Making a house call? Lovers?

No. This one's gay.

Dr. Wagner might know what their
relationship was.

He's here to make the formal ID.

Okay.

Dr. Wagner.

Hi.

I'm Agent Teresa Lisbon, California
Bureau of Investigation.

What's your connection to the victims?

I work with Gregory, Dr. Tannen, and the
Randolph family are longtime clients of

our practice.

Our house calls the norm at your
practice?

No. Gregory and Allison were close
friends.

Lovers? No.

He was gay.

No, they were just friends.

What in God's name happened to them?

Looks like Red John.

Who's Red John?

We don't know who did this.

We'll be in touch, probably.

Thank you.

John enters here.

He comes around here.

He waits for her.

Expecting her to come in alone.

Only thing...

Our friend Tannen chose the wrong night
to come over for a Richard Gere and ice

cream orgy.

So Red John zaps them both with his
trusty stun gun and, excuse me, grabs

a five -iron from the bag here and...

crushes Tannen's skull.

And he takes his sweet time dealing with
Allison how he likes.

She's a nice big girl, so unless he's
pretty strong...

I'm guessing that he grabbed her by the
arms.

He says he's sorry for all the pain he's
caused you and your mother.

Deeply sorry.

He asks you to forgive him.

Can you do that, Jenny?

He needs to hear it.

I forgive you, Daddy.

Oh, yes. I forgive you.

He's smiling now.

They're tears of joy.

He says God bless you and keep you.

He's gone.

Amazing, amazing, amazing.

She's amazed.

Patrick. Give him some time. Absolutely.
Come on back to us. I'm back.

He's back.

So. Patrick, I understand that you're
also sort of a paranormal detective.

Is that right?

I try to help the police when I can.

And you're helping them hunt this scary
serial killer. What's his name? Red

John. There she blows.

Classic Red John smiling face.

Drawn in the victim's blood.

Clockwise with three fingers of his
right hand.

Wearing a rubber kitchen glove.

Stoked to finally see one in the flesh.

This isn't Red John.

Right.

Red John thinks of himself as a showman,
an artist.

He has a strong sense of theater.

In all the previous killings, he made
sure that the first thing that anyone

is the face on the wall.

You see the face first, and you know.
You know what's happened, and you feel

dread.

Then, and only then, do you see the body
of the victim.

Always in that order.

Here, it's the opposite.

The first thing you see is the body. And
you have to look around to see the face

on the wall.

Doesn't play nearly as well, does it?

Depends on your taste, I suppose.

No, come on. The killer could have
painted on the correct wall here, but he

didn't because he didn't know better
because he isn't Red John.

Wow.

Interesting.

You know what your problem is, my
friend?

You enjoy your work a little too much.
You're a ghoul.

If you don't get horny reading Fangoria,
I'm Britney Spears.

I resent that.

This is you trying to redeem yourself,
is it? I'm sorry.

He irks me.

He's irksome.

You don't need me here.

So, yeah, this one doesn't fit the
pattern. But Jane was right. We have a

copycat. Or we have Red John trying new
things, or we have Red John making a

mistake. We don't know. We'll work the
evidence until we do know.

Go talk to the husband.

Will do, boss.

What are you waiting for?

Hey, so you might be right about this
case.

Might be. Thanks for the insight.

No. Did I say that?

I'm acknowledging the fact that you
might be right. That's all.

I mean, if you wanted to come back, I
couldn't stop you.

Yeah, fine.

I'm asking you to come back.

Because?

Because you're useful to the team.

No. Now, I won't say please. Go screw
yourself.

Good

morning.

Can I help you?

You must be Van Pelt.

Pleasure, Patrick Jane.

Oh, hi. Good to meet you.

Ancient show said you left town.

No. Nowhere to go.

Okay. Um, do you want that desk over
there or this one?

I mean, that one gets more light.

That one.

More light, by all means.

Very pleasant addition to the serious
crimes family.

Oh, hi. When did you get here?

I lost a beautiful, precious angel.

Yes, sir.

Good -looking woman.

I'm jumping right in if you don't mind,
Price.

You missed the tournament cut on Friday,
yes?

But you didn't come home until Sunday.
What did you do with the rest of your

time in Fresno?

I get this. You guys can't catch the
real killer, so you want to lay this one

me? No, sir. If we have that
confirmation of where you were, let's

you from the investigation.

with a massage therapist.

Name?

Uh, it had lady in there somewhere.

It'll be on his credit card, Bill.

There you go.

Glad you're meeting your boys.

We're a full -service private practice.

We deliver primary care, cosmetic
surgery, psychotherapy, sports medicine,

name it.

What's the African connection?

It's what this place is all about. Half
our profits go to build and staff basic

health clinics in poor African
communities.

All right, here we are.

In the file, Allison was a healthy young
woman.

Psychiatric history?

She didn't have one.

STDs, abortions, unexplained injuries?

No.

Except for some routine checkups with
me, it's all Dr. Tannen, all aesthetic

work. Did Tannen keep a diary?

Our last case was solved because the
victim kept a diary.

Diary? I don't think so.

Getting back to Allison Randolph, how
was her marriage, do you think?

Happy? Unhappy?

About six months ago, Dr.

Tannen asked my advice.

Allison had asked him to get her a
year's supply of birth control pills off

books. which is strictly against AMA
code.

I said, sure, do it.

Better us than some Tijuana drugstore.

Why the secrecy?

Price Randolph had a vasectomy.

April of 02.

If there's anything else I can do.

I appreciate that.

Actually, there is.

I'm out of sleeping pills.

Can you fix me up?

Anything strong will do.

Sure. I'm coming for a consultation.
We'll squeeze you in this afternoon.

Oh, no. I was hoping to get something
now.

Trying to avoid the chit -chat.

I'm sorry. I wouldn't feel comfortable
prescribing without some sort of chit

-chat. I understand.

No problem.

I'll call you.

Maybe.

I like the husband for it.

He hires some hooker he knows to create
an alibi, flies home, belays the spouse,

flies back again.

The classic, elaborate, and clever, but
ultimately stupid plan.

Have you looked at his PGA tournament
record?

Not bad. Six mil career earnings.

For coming in second and third.

You put him on the 18th tee with a big
one on the line, like night follows day,

he'll shank it.

He's a choker.

He doesn't have the nerve to kill his
wife. Didn't do it.

Are you suggesting we drop a prime
suspect because he's never won a major?

Oh, no, no, no. I'm just making out in
conversation.

How'd you do that?

Telekinesis.

He blew on it.

That is another way to do it.

Mr. Jane, I have a question regarding
your previous career path.

Fire away.

When you met with other psychics, real
psychics,

Could they tell you were just
pretending?

There's no such thing as real psychics.

I beg to differ.

My cousin Yolanda's a psychic.

Your cousin is deluded or dishonest or
both?

I study.

I know.

He's entitled to his opinion.

He's wrong, though.

She has power.

Thank you. She can communicate with the
other side.

I've seen her do it myself.

She let you speak with someone that's
gone?

Yeah. Someone that you love and still
miss very much?

Yeah.

You wanted her power to be real, so it
was.

No. You're so sure you're right.

Science don't know everything.

500 years ago, radio would have seemed
like magic.

Exactly. 500 years in the future, it
could be totally normal to communicate

the other side. The other side?

Your father's a football coach, yeah?

How do you know that?

It's obvious from your whole demeanor.
My point is... Didn't Dad always say,

life is like football?

When that final whistle blows, the game
is over.

Done. There is no more. There is no
other side. This is it.

Lobster and bread rolls and nautical
kitsch. And then, psst, nothingness.

You poor, sad man.

The kingdom of God is a real place.

Okay, later tonight when Rigsby asks you
to come back to his hotel room.

Say yes.

Excuse me?

I know. You were planning on refusing
him very curtly. First week on the job,

you want to set a tone. No monkey
business, but why not?

Rigsby's an excellent lover, I'm sure.

Tough, but fair.

Right?

Right.

The kingdom of God is a real place, Mr.
Jane.

And you have an immortal foe.

Oh, I do so hope you're wrong.

Night. Night. Later, dear.

This is me.

Welcome to the unit, Agent Van Pelt.

Thank you, Agent Rickson.

She explodes into action, reaching up to
60 miles per hour.

Greetings, old friend.

It's been a while.

I hope you're keeping well.

I'm thriving and happy.

I have 12 wives now and will soon begin
courting number 13.

Why can't you catch me?

You must feel so powerless and stupid
and sad.

Oh, well.

All the best.

Red John.

That sounds like the real deal to me.

Sounds like Red John, it's not. Red John
wouldn't risk capture just to taunt me.

So the real killer's trying to throw us
off track?

Joe, find out where Price Randolph was a
half an hour ago.

Rigsby, I want you to check the hotel
security cameras.

Get those over to Forensic.

You okay?

Absolutely.

Get some sleep.

Jello. Good morning.

You didn't sleep, did you?

Hi,

I'd like to make an appointment with Dr.
Wagner, please. It's urgent.

Jane? Patrick Jane?

Yeah, I'll hold.

Forensics maybe got a break.

Beloved McClump in the envelope is
Allison Randolph's. But they found a

there. It doesn't belong to her or
Tannen.

Guess who it does belong to?

It's yours, Tad.

Amazing, huh?

I am.

This is insane.

I didn't kill Allison.

How do you explain your hair in the
envelope?

Either it was a mistake or I'm being
framed.

Who would want to frame you?

We don't want to, if that's what you're
thinking.

You know, some others.

Who would want to frame you, Ted?

My brother?

Why would he want to do that?

Allison and I were lovers.

I think you are psychic.

You're just afraid to admit it.

So... So?

Why is it you can't sleep?

Because I can't get the good pills
without talking to a doctor.

You don't like talking to doctors. They
always want to be the smartest person in

the room, don't they?

When in fact, that's me, obviously.

You protect your core self very
fiercely.

What do you think is the reason for
that?

You know, this is exactly how I imagined
it would be.

You gonna ask me about my mother?

Do you want me to ask you about your
mother? I just want to sleep.

So what is it that keeps you awake?

What's his name? Red John?

That's right, Red John.

He's killed at least eight women.

That we know of.

The police asked me to try and get a
psychic fix on him to see if I could get

sense of who this man is.

How do you do that exactly? Get a
psychic fix on someone?

Well, David...

True demonic evil burns like fire. It
burns with a terrible, cold, dark flame.

force myself to look into that flame,
and I see an image of the evildoer. In

this case, Red John.

He's an ugly, tormented little man. A
lonely soul.

Sad.

Very sad.

Dear Mr.

Jane, I do not like to be slandered in
the media, especially by a dirty money

-grubbing fraud. If you were a real
psychic instead of a dishonest little

you wouldn't need to open the door to
see what I've done to your lovely wife

child.

Mr. Jane?

Mr. Jane?

What is it that keeps you awake?

You know, when

I was a boy, we had a farm.

It was a lot of work.

I was kind of a lazy kid.

I'd always be trying to get my little
brother Jimmy to do my chores for me.

One day I promised him a dollar if he
cut the firewood.

Well, he opened up an artery in his leg
on the saw and he bled to death.

Died.

Doing my chores for me.

That's almost exactly the same thing
that happened to Johnny Cash.

Is it really?

Wow.

Mr. Randall. Good. Cut the crap.

My brother's done nothing. You scumbags
haven't got the stones to come after me,

so you come after my family. That is
flat -out persecution.

What did we agree?

Mr. Randolph, rest assured, there's no
intent to persecute you. We scumbags are

holding your brother because we have
physical evidence linking him to the

and potential motive in that he states
that whenever you weren't around, he was

banging your wife like a big bass drum.

Tagging Allison.

That's what he states, and he further
states that it was you that killed

Allison, and you're now trying to frame
him in revenge.

Everything you told me is total fiction,
isn't it?

Yes Why?

I can tell you're in real pain.

Why not tell the truth?

The truth is mine

Thank you.

Oh, yes.

Remember, we were talking about Tannen
the other day, and I asked you if he

a diary, and you said he did.

Well, there's no diary among his
effects.

I'm sorry, no?

No, you have it wrong. I didn't think he
kept a diary.

Strange.

Then it must have been someone else who
told me.

Either that or I'm going mad.

But I definitely 100 % remember hearing
that Tannen kept a diary.

Well, that is strange, but why does it
matter if he kept a diary?

You're right, it doesn't matter.

Only I was thinking, why do magicians
have beautiful girl assistants?

Why? Because they're reliable
distractors of attention.

People will look at a beautiful girl for
a long time before they look where they

should be looking if they want to see
how the trick really works.

Anyhow, I'll send over a couple of
forensics guys tomorrow to search his

and locate that diary.

Didn't they already search his office?

Oh, they never do it thoroughly the
first time.

Well, it's more for luck, eh?

Gotta be there somewhere.

Thanks for everything, Doc.

Good night. Good night.

Lost something?

How did you get in?

Door was open.

I think I left my phone in your office.

The door wasn't open.

Must have been.

Here I am.

What are you doing?

I confess the temptation to play
detective was a little too strong.

I was looking for that diary.

A little carried away.

No kidding.

No diary?

No diary.

Maybe I should have a gander.

I'm good at finding things.

Be my guest.

Great.

Dr.

Wagner, thank you for your help.

Jane.

Your phone.

Uh, yeah. Got it.

Silly of me.

Well, goodbye again. Wait.

Give me the diary.

Very amusing.

I try.

I knew... I knew it might be a trick,
but I... I had to be sure.

Yes.

That's how the trick works.

What led you to me?

Not that I'm saying I did it. I'm just
asking.

When we first met, you said you didn't
know who Red John was, but you have

books.

on criminal psychiatry there that have
chapters on him.

You're the Randolph family doctor, so
you could easily get a strand of Tag's

hair. And being a doctor, you can hack
up another human without difficulty.

It's obvious it was you.

That's it.

You have nothing.

That's just guesswork. Oh, I know.

I just wanted to be sure I had the right
answer.

I was surprised, I gotta be honest.

You don't seem to be a wicked man.

But you are.

You're angry about the letter.

It was a bit mean -spirited.

For the record, I'm sorry about your
family.

I can only imagine your pain.

I'm not a wicked man.

My conscience is clear.

Really?

Right now in Africa, there's 3 ,000
beautiful children alive today who

dead, but they aren't because of me.

Hammond was going to ruin me and destroy
all that work

over nothing.

Money, theft, income. Called it
embezzlement.

Self -righteous idiot.

It's simple math. If I go to jail,
thousands of kids will die.

So I made a rational, moral decision to
kill Tannen for the greater good.

And Allison?

What did she do wrong?

As you said, she was the magician's
assistant.

Just a distraction.

If only Tannen died, the police would
have been all over this place, wouldn't

they?

Truly is killing two any worse than
killing one? When so many lives are at

stake? I don't think so.

You poor, sad man.

You're under arrest. I'm pointing a gun
at you.

You really think I would set you up so
nicely and let you pull a loaded gun on

me?

I took the bullets out earlier.

You're late!

Draw your weapon!

Strip the gun!

Hands on your head!

Put down what you need.

Down!

Okay, the donuts are here.

I just wanted to get sleeping pills, I
swear to God. I didn't even want to go.

You know I didn't want to go. Right.

Yeah, you didn't set Wagner up.

Didn't figure it was him days ago.

You didn't let us tear apart the
victim's family simply to satisfy your

need for drama.

Yeah, that family was screwed anyway.

Don't blame yourselves, guys.

Don't even start.

I'm still angry.

I'm sorry. No, you're not.

A frog?

Well, that makes everything better,
doesn't it?