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1 Previously on "The Mentalist"...

Ten years ago, the serial killer known as Red John

killed my wife and daughter.

We've been hunting for him ever since.

We call ourselves the Blake association.

Well, who else is in the association?

Cops, judges, F.B.I. agents--

anyone in law enforcement that needs a secret covered up.

A secret society of dirty cops.

And Red John's a member.

Kira Tinsley told me something before she passed.

She told me that her killer-- Red John--

has a tattoo--

three dots on his left arm.

So who's Red John?

Today we're pleased to announce

that we--we finally have a name, a face.

The director of the division of law enforcement,

Gail Bertram, is Red John.

I am holding in my hand a writ

from a federal judge.

The F.B.I. is closing down your organization right now.

We're done. There's nothing more to do here.

You're not quitting. I don't believe it.

It's out of our hands for now.

I'll be in touch. Okay?

I'm sorry. For everything.

Lisbon.

Glad you can join us.

Traffic. Hmm. Where's Jane?

He'll be in to see you as soon as he's able.

This way.

Please, take a seat.

Boy, this is a mess, huh?

A big mess.

Look, I think we all-- you can talk later.

Now I understand...

You must all feel scared,

nervous.

Don't know what in the hell is gonna happen next, right?

Agent-- So let me explain what's next.

Over the next few days,

we will be talking to each of you...

individually.

You are entitled to bring along an attorney

or a union rep, should you so choose.

Why would we need an attorney?

Well, let's look at this from our perspective, Kimball.

Your boss Bertram is a criminal.

Makes sense that you might be one, too.

We will be looking very closely at all of you.

If you have ever done anything

even remotely questionable,

we will find out,

and we will prosecute.

Unless, of course,

we feel very, very comfortable with your cooperation.

Then you got a little wiggle room.

The F.B.I. is overseeing

an international manhunt

for prominent Sacramento law enforcement official

Gail Bertram.

F.B.I. sources confirm that Bertram

is believed to be the notorious serial killer Red John,

wanted for a string of grisly murders

across the California heartland.

Hey, man.

How's it going?

Do you have a pay phone?

It's right back there.

Thank you.

Hey, Ali, how you doing? Uh, give me a pick 6...

And one of those pineapple cheroots.

Pick 6. Cheroot.

Hello?

Hello, Patrick.

I don't have to use a funny voice, do I?

You know who this is.

Yes, I do.

It's weird, huh?

'Cause the last time we--

Put your hands up--

Hello?

Hello? Thanks.

No problem.

Hello? Bertram? Hello?

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Clear, sir.

No kidding.

Where is he?

If you're asking about Jane, I don't know.

Hmm. Did you check upstairs?

Yeah.

You know, maybe you haven't heard.

About an hour ago, Gail Bertram

killed a cop at a gas station in east Sac.

I heard.

Did you hear what Bertram was doing at the gas station?

No.

Using a pay phone.

Guess who he was calling.

I'm gonna guess Jane.

Ahh. Yeah. So where is he?

I don't know.

I think you do.

I can't help what you think.

I think your boyfriend is colluding

with a dangerous fugitive.

I think he is up to his neck

in this Blake association craziness,

and probably you are, too.

I'm not. He's not.

Jane can't help who calls him,

and he's not my boyfriend.

It's a damn shame, Teresa.

By all accounts...

you were a good cop.

I still am.

Hey, boss!

Rigsby?

Is it safe?

Yeah. What are you doing?

We heard about what Bertram did this morning.

We heard the F.B.I. were looking for us.

So what now? You're hiding in the parking lot?

No. No, we're not hiding. We're just... laying low.

Well, we're safe for now. There's no arrest warrant

that's put out for us just yet.

Give 'em time.

Where's Jane?

Don't ask.

She just did.

Listen to me.

The C.B.I. is gone now.

We're on our own. You need to protect yourselves.

You don't know where Jane is, you don't know what he's doing,

and you don't want to know, you understand?

Yes, boss.

Yes, boss. Yes, boss.

All right then.

But I am not your boss anymore. That's the point.

We're on our own.

Yeah, we get it.

So where is he?

Hey.

Hey.

You're a wanted man.

Well, I like to think so.

Seriously. Abbott put an actual warrant out on you.

Eh. It's not the first time.

So you gonna tell me, or what?

Oh, yeah. Uh... Bertram called me.

I know. Mm.

What did he say?

Well, whatever he wanted to say, he didn't have time.

Why the hell is he still here?

What does he want?

I'm guessing he'll call back soon and tell me.

Your phone's not safe. The F.B.I.--

Yeah, they have a tap on the line.

But they don't have a trace yet.

If they had a trace, then I'd be arrested already.

Maybe so, but sooner or later, they'll get a trace on you.

I know.

But I can't get rid of my phone until Bertram calls.

It's all very suspenseful.

What does he want? Who?

Bertram. We'll see.

Now you're being evasive.

What beady little eyes birds have.

Tiny dinosaurs, you know?

I know.

I know you know what he wants.

What does he want?

Hello? Oh, sorry I had to hang up on you.

It's been a busy day.

Yeah, no problem. You know, this phone is not safe.

Let me call you back in a moment.

Yeah.

What'd he say?

Just a second.

Hey. How you doing?

I'll give you $100 for that phone. Huh?

$200 for that phone.

What's the catch?

No catch.

$300 plus...

a replacement phone.

Uh, okay.

Yeah, dude, I'll call you right back.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Thanks, man.

Mm-hmm.

What did he say?

Hello?

Look, I think we should meet and talk.

Just the two of us. What, like a date?

Yes...

No.

Look, the game is over.

I'd call it a very honorable tie.

And now that it's over,

I really think that we should talk.

You know, a truce. No weapons, no tricks.

Just talk.

Then we both walk away.

Talk. About what?

Well... everything.

I think we both could use a little closure, don't you?

It has to be today. You know, now.

I'm kind of pressed for time.

How do I know I can trust you?

Ah, don't be timid now, Patrick.

I could have killed you many times, and I haven't, have I?

Okay. When and where?

Excellent.

I'll be at the Fremont Park fountain in half an hour.

No. Don't know it. Central bus station.

North entrance. Nah, there's too many people.

There's too many cops.

You know Alexandria cemetery?

Of course I do.

Yeah, there's a chapel by the Western gate.

That--that'll do. Half an hour.

Don't be late. I can't wait around.

Half an hour.

What'd he say?

He wants to meet with me.

It's a trap.

Probably.

Well, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna meet him.

You can't.

Trust me, I know what I'm doing.

Jane, don't do this. Think about it.

The F.B.I. is gonna get Bertram soon enough.

I don't want the F.B.I. to get him.

You knew this day was coming.

It's here.

Let me come with you.

No, I don't want you involved.

Involved? I am involved. Not anymore.

I'm gonna need to borrow your gun.

My gun?

Yes, your gun. I'm not gonna use it.

Just a prop.

Teresa, trust me, please. Just trust me.

Thank you.

Like that way.

Thanks.

Uhh!

Where's the man in charge here? Where is Abbott?

Get down on your knees.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Where is Abbott? I-I have to go.

All right, take it down a notch, people.

He's not Al Capone.

Abbott, please listen to me.

I can tell that you're a man of honor.

On my honor, I will give myself up in an hour.

But right now I just-- I just need...

Just...

Forget it.

No. No, no, no, no. No, tell me.

Come on.

No, what do you need? What do you need, huh?

You need an hour?

For what?

Where are you going?

Who are you gonna go meet?

No?

Well, let's take a trip downtown, shall we?

Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No. You can let her go.

Hi, Miss Lisbon.

Do me this one favor, Abbott, cop to cop.

Let him go, and I swear I will bring him back later.

Not happening.

And what is all this urgency I'm hearing here? Hmm?

Oh. You made a plan with Bertram.

Is that it? Is that what you did?

Please, Abbott.

F.B.I.! Back it off!

- CBI. Back it up yourself. - What's this?

Let him go, Abbott. He's done nothing wrong.

Hey, guys.

You know, I-it's good to see you.

I hate to bring you down, but there is no CBI.

That badge is a toy,

and you're all impersonating officers of the law.

Whatever. Let him go.

Are you mad-dogging me right now?

The F.B.I.?

You say you're legit F.B.I., but how do we know?

Yeah, you could be members of the Blake association

for all we know.

We're not.

Prove it.

Your man Reede Smith was a member. Why not you?

And how do we know Jane's not in danger?

That's absurd.

I'm sorry, agent Abbott,

but it is our duty to protect this man

until we're assured his safety.

Hey. Let him go.

Oh, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no, no, no.

It's all right. Just stand down.

Stand down, guys. No bloodshed required. It's cool.

Let him go.

Take my car.

Sir?

It's okay.

Thank you, guys!

We done?

He's gone. We're done.

Hmm.

Arrest them.

Put your guns down on the ground...

Slowly.

Do as he says.

Go track Agent Lisbon's vehicle.

Yes, sir.

You put a bug on my car?

How do you think we found Jane?

I said I was glad to see you people

because I knew you would screw up

and make my life easy.

And you did just that.

Thank you.

Arrest her.

Come on.

He wasn't ready for it.

No.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Check it out. Whoa!

Check this out.

What's up?

Uh, could you guys keep an eye on my car for me, please?

Sure, I'll watch it.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Yeah, man, no worries.

Yeah! Ha ha ha ha!

Hey there.

Uh...

Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

Uh, long story.

Uh, I need--I need a ride, if you're willing.

This is unit 4. We have the vehicle in sight,

stationary on Fifth and Sherman.

Stay back, stay back.

This could be the meet.

What the heck?

Unit 4, what's the situation?

Unit 4, respond, damn it.

Boss, it was some kids in Lisbon's car.

Jane wasn't there.

We don't have Jane. Repeat. We don't have Jane.

Do you co--

Don't dig yourself any deeper.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

You guys really have a death wish, don't you?

Sir, we really don't know.

Mm-hmm.

"Sir"? Why the hell are you calling him "sir"?

Oh, calm down, Dillinger.

We're under arrest here. We might as well be civil.

Why? You think you'll get a nicer cell?

Muchas gracias, Aurelio.

De nada. Buena suerte.

Hey, Patrick.

I'm gonna need to search you for weapons.

So you can go ahead, put your hands up.

Worth a shot.

You can go in now.

Patrick.

Thank you for being so punctual.

You lied to me.

Oh. Well... as did you.

What a couple of scamps we are, huh?

I promise that is the last lie that I will ever tell you.

So... first things first.

You and the feds have made a big mistake.

I'm not Red John.

What?

I'm not Red John.

I-I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but I'm just a humble foot soldier

in the Blake association.

Red John is one of the top brass.

I'm not sure I believe you.

Well... that's your privilege, but--

but I am telling you the truth.

You all just jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Okay, so who is Red John?

Oh, I have no idea.

No, h-honestly.

No idea.

The association works on a strictly need-to-know basis.

Supposing what you say is true,

then we could have had this talk on the phone.

Yeah, but if we talked on the phone,

then you... you probably wouldn't have come to meet me,

would you?

And I was told to call you,

tell you the game's over, and arrange a meeting.

Why?

Why am I here?

Please... don't think for a moment

that I am happy about this.

The association doesn't like loose ends.

Just hates them.

So...

go on, Oscar.

No, no. Listen. Listen. Let's--

let's talk about this. Just... w-wait.

Now I am truly sorry, but it is totally out of my hands.

I always liked you, Patrick.

No. No. This is not necessary.

We don't--don't--

H-hey...

Thank you, Oscar.

You can wait outside. Just, uh...

Make sure we're left in peace.

Hello, Patrick.

Hi.

Hey!

Hello?!

Hey, what's going on?

Grace, what are you-- Hey!

What--please don't do that.

You're worse than Cho.

They need to tell us what's going on.

They don't need to do anything.

And we can't do anything, so please just relax.

Relax? How can I relax?

You know, sometimes I think you like being helpless.

Okay, fine, I take it back. Don't relax.

Just break the window with your forehead

and we'll all jump out and make a run for it.

Guys, let's try to keep it together, okay?

Okay, I'm sorry.

"Sorry."

Mullins, you're from here, yes?

Yes, sir. Over to Lincoln Heights.

Get me a map of Sacramento. Yes, sir.

There's one on the computer in the car.

Paper map.

Paper... map.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, do you have a paper map?

Well, Patrick, here we are.

Poor fella.

Smart but dumb.

It never occurred to him

that I am the Blake association.

Why'd you have to kill him?

Everyone thinks he's Red John, don't they?

So... it would seem a fitting end to the story

if you two were found dead together.

No one will look any deeper.

So I'm supposed to die, am I?

After all these years,

seems kind of unfair.

It's totally fair.

The game's over, and I won.

It's not a game.

There's a winner and a loser.

That's a game.

It's not a game I asked to play.

No, but you played it very well nonetheless.

You were fun, challenging. Thank you.

You probably have a lot of questions for me, huh?

We have time, if you want.

I have no questions.

You're an evil, sexually perverted sociopath

with pathetic delusions of grandeur.

The rest is just details.

"Evil, sexually perverted sociopath"?

Well, I guess I have to own that, but, uh...

"Delusions of grandeur"?

No.

I have no delusions.

I built a secret empire.

I control the lives of thousands of people.

My word is life and death,

and nobody knows who I am.

Now if that's not grandeur,

I don't know what you call it.

I'd call it the ravings of a squalid egomaniac.

You see?

For no reason at all, you... you're rude and contemptuous.

That's why your wife and kid are dead.

Who are you to butt in here

and make obnoxious judgments about me?

Who are you?

Hmm?

Who are you?

Nobody.

Nobody.

You didn't know me.

You don't know me.

You have no idea.

Here's your problem, Pat.

You're a smart man, but you are arrogant.

You can't imagine someone smarter than you.

Which is why I've been ahead of you

at every step along the way.

You're holding the gun. You want to brag?

Go ahead. I'm not gonna stop you.

You still don't know how I fooled you, do you?

How did I survive that bomb?

How did I know all the names on your list?

Is this what you've been missing? Appreciation?

Hmm?

Do you want me to applaud?

You have no idea, do you?

I don't know how you got the list of suspects.

That was a good trick.

But the bomb gag is simple.

There were two explosions.

The first was a concussion bomb, knocked everyone out.

The second, lethal bomb that killed Haffner and Stiles

only went off after you dragged Bertram and me

out of harm's way.

Correct.

Faking your own death was easy.

Brett Partridge was Blake association.

His job gave him access

to the primary D.N.A. database.

He switched your D.N.A. records

with a body that you had on ice.

A surrogate.

And you brought the body to my house

in the trunk of your car

and you put it alongside Stiles and Haffner.

Very good.

Your hindsight is 20/20.

Can I show you something?

Sure.

Bread crumbs?

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Uhh!

Birds.

Very clever.

The bomb was a mistake.

It was theater.

I knew that whatever the truth looked like,

the opposite must be true.

Please don't.

Don't kill me.

Oh, now you want mercy?

After all you've done?

You're not like me.

You're a good man.

It'll haunt you.

Oh, I'm not hesitating.

I'm just savoring the moment.

You're Red John.

I have to say I'm a little disappointed.

Oh, my God!

Help! Please! He's gonna kill me!

Oh, my God!

I'm a policeman, and you need to leave.

Sir, I'm sorry, you don't look like a policeman.

Yes, I am. Just do as I say and leave right now.

Please put down that gun. You need to go.

Whatever's happened here, more violence is not the answer.

No, you don't understand. Sir, I do understand.

I know how angry you must--

No, you don't, and you have to go now!

Sir, in all good conscience--

All right, so he started out here,

and he dumped the car here at a mini-mall.

So where would you arrange a meeting?

Someplace with easy access, in and out,

close to the highway.

Ballpark. Too much security. What's that?

Community college campus.

No, that, right there.

That's the Alexandria cemetery.

Where was Jane's wife buried?

What does that have to do-- where was she buried?

Alexandria cemetery.

Thanks.

Alexandria cemetery. Let's go!

Oh, my God.

Oh, no. Oh, my God!

Help! Please!

Which way?

Over there.

"B" team, canvass this side.

Denyer, you're with me. Let's go.

Let's go now. Come on. Let's see if he's here.

Uhh!

What was that?

Aah! Aah!

Oh, my-- oh! Oh, my--oh!

No!

Oh! What's going on? I'm on the line with the police.

I am police, ma'am. Let me talk to them. - Oh.

Thank you. This way? Uh, um, yeah, well...

Ah, hell.

9-1-1. What's your emergency? Hello. Ma--

Aah! Hello?

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

Please don't kill me. Let me live.

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

Please... let me live.

I'll tell you how I got the names on your list.

I don't care.

I-I knew because I have real psychic--

Shh...

I want you to blink once for "no"

and twice for "yes."

Are you sorry that you killed my wife Angela

and my daughter Charlotte?

Good.

Good.

Are you afraid to die?

Good.

Don't even think about it.

Lisbon...

It's over. It's done.

I just want you to know I'm okay.

And I'm gonna miss you.

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