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Previously on The Mentalist:

The killer works in the CBI.

Put a BOLO out on Madeleine Hightower, she's considered armed and dangerous.

Hightower didn't murder anybody. She was framed.

Red John has a friend inside the CBI.

She's a fugitive. Killed two people, nearly killed Jane. What can't you tell me?

Red John's behind the bombs. He's hunting Hightower.

Hello, Patrick. We need to talk.

-Are you alone? -Yes, just me and my demons.

And they're not gonna hurt you, so please...

...Madeleine, could you put the gun down?

You people and your guns.

Thank you.

Would you like some tea?

Yes.

Civilized.

-So this is where you live. -Sometimes.

It's nice.

Could use a few personal touches.

I gather you're not here to give me decoration tips.

Your murder victim today.

-Max James. -Mm.

He was my cousin.

He had been helping me out. Sending me money.

When he stopped picking up the phone, I went to check on him.

-I'm sorry. -Yeah.

I saw what they did to him.

They tortured him a good long while before they killed him.

Must have been asking him where me and the kids were.

And he knew.

He knew. But he didn't tell.

-A good man. -He was.

Red John is getting closer. He's gonna find me eventually.

I know it.

-Not necessarily. -I've had it, Jane.

I'm turning myself in. I just wanted you to know first.

Okay.

I'll prove I'm innocent of Todd Johnson's murder.

Prove it in court.

At least I know my kids will be properly taken care of, safe.

It's no life for kids. No life at all.

We've had enough running.

Please don't try to make me change my mind.

I understand. No.

Jane, I'm sorry.

I know this messes things up, your plan.

But it's not like you're getting anywhere, are you?

Are you any closer to finding out who Red John's accomplice is in the CBI?

Yes. Uh, well, it's complicated.

I've been trying to work very slowly and carefully...

...but this... This, uh, changes things.

-I've gotta do this. -I understand. It's the right thing to do.

Please just give me 48 hours before you surrender.

Lisbon and the team will protect you and your kids.

I will find Red John's friend.

How will you do in 48 hours what you haven't been able to do in months?

I will because I have to.

-Follow me. -What's up?

Uh, we have a situation.

Guys, O'Malley's, half an hour.

Rigsby, O'Malley's, half an hour.

What kind of situation?

Hightower situation.

When I was held captive by Red John...

...I told you that he didn't say anything to me.

That was a lie.

He recited a poem.

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night

What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

-That's William Blake. -What does it mean?

Well, God made the lamb, but he also made the tiger.

You can't have light without darkness. Life without death.

Here's the thing.

Before he died, Todd Johnson recited the first two words...

...of that exact same poem: "Tyger, Tyger."

Oh.

He knew about Red John. He was gonna talk.

Red John had him killed to stop him talking.

But he was killed by Agent Hightower. She's with Red John?

She didn't do it. She was framed to conceal the identity of the real killer.

Someone else inside the CBI is working for Red John.

Hightower wants to surrender, wants to prove her innocence in court.

She wants her kids to be safe.

I asked her to give us 48 hours before she turns herself in to authorities.

And you guys will protect her in the meantime.

We are the authorities.

Yes, well, you know, you're not the Man.

Yeah, we are.

We can't look after her. We're supposed to arrest her.

So arrest her. Just don't tell anybody.

She gave you 48 hours to do what?

Forty-eight hours to find Red John's friend...

...and have that friend lead us to Red John.

How will you do that?

LaRoche had a list with Hightower's name on it...

...and four suspects who were in the building at the time of the murder.

-And who are the four other suspects? -I don't know.

-Did you ask LaRoche? -No, I didn't.

If one of LaRoche's suspects isn't Red John's friend...

...then LaRoche is Red John's friend.

If I ask him about the suspects, he'll know I know...

...and I will lose the one advantage I have over Red John.

-First, you have to get the list off LaRoche. -Who doesn't like to tell you the time.

You have to figure out which suspect is Red John's friend, if it's not LaRoche.

In 48 hours.

Don't worry, I have a brilliant plan which requires your help.

But we must act now.

I know, I know. This scares me too. I'm gonna do this...

...but if any of you do not wanna take part, that is totally okay.

-I'm in. -Yep.

Me too.

Thank you.

Yes?

I need the names of the other suspects you identified...

-...in the Todd Johnson murder. -Why?

Madeleine Hightower contacted me.

She says she's innocent. I believe her.

Which means one of those four people is the real culprit.

-Where is Hightower? -Oh, you don't need to know.

She's gonna turn herself in soon, fight her case in court.

Why is this your business?

If the case is reopened, I will investigate any other suspects, if necessary.

You know me.

I'm inquisitive. Nosy.

The answer is no, you cannot have the names of the other suspects.

-Why not? -Policy.

Rules.

How about I make sure Hightower surrenders to you personally?

-I tell you where she's hiding out. -You should do that anyway.

It's your duty as a citizen.

I love you.

I'll tell you what, you give me the list...

...and I will tell you where Hightower is.

And, as an added bonus...

...I promise I will keep your secret entirely to myself.

My secret?

Yeah, let me jog your memory.

Donald Culpepper. Remember him? Burglarized your house?

-Yes. -He was looking for the list.

-My guy. -You're admitting to a serious offense.

-I could arrest you right now. -Yeah, you could...

...but you won't.

Culpepper didn't come up with the list...

...but he certainly searched your house very thoroughly.

Opened the safe.

Looked inside that Tupperware box you keep in there.

Interesting.

-That's private. -You're not kidding.

It should be.

I'd love to help you try and keep it that way.

You're a fascinating man, Patrick.

Who knows what you might have achieved in this world...

...were you not quite so damaged.

You were going to tell me where Hightower is.

Oh, I'll tell you.

It's important to let her be until she's ready to come in.

She needs to make arrangements with her kids.

-Give her two days. -All right.

So I have here in my hand LaRoche's four suspects.

-How did you get him to tell? -I threatened to reveal his dark secret.

-Which is what? -I have no idea. I was bluffing.

It must be something horrible.

Who are the suspects?

Brenda Shettrick. CBI media relations.

Assistant DA Osvaldo Ardiles.

Gale Bertram. Bureau director.

Craig O'Laughlin.

Craig? Craig is on the list? That's ridiculous.

No doubt. There are three innocent people on that list and only one bad guy.

Or they're all innocent, and it was LaRoche.

LaRoche did kill the gas-station attendant. Maybe to keep him quiet.

-It's not Craig. -Well, you never know.

Director Bertram? Brenda Shettrick? Ardiles?

-None of them look like villains. -He's my fianc�.

Grace, while Craig's a suspect, he's a suspect, do you understand?

You can't talk to him about any of this.

It's probably best to avoid him for a couple of days.

You go up to the mountains and stand guard over Hightower.

You can explain everything to Craig once we've ID'd Red John's accomplice.

Grace, it's a good thing.

-Coolness keeps men on their toes. How are we gonna work out...

-...which one's guilty? Red John is out to kill Hightower.

So we tell all the suspects where Hightower is.

Ah, only, she won't be there and we will, and one suspect...

-...will come to kill her. No.

No? -No.

Red John is not gonna send in his inside man in the CBI.

That is a very valuable asset.

He will send in an anonymous assassin.

Someone disposable.

Then how are we gonna know which one of the suspects told Red John?

Okay, here's how it works.

Pacific Palms Hotel. Room 705.

-Thank you. -Give her two days, yes?

That was our deal.

-Hey, Brenda. -Hey, Teresa. What's up?

Like you asked for, ideas for the community outreach program.

Really? That's great. That's very efficient of you.

-Most departments just blew me off. -We aim to please.

"Hightower"? "Pacific Palms, Room 405"?

Morning, agent.

Speak.

Heads up on a situation, sir.

Jane's in contact with Madeleine Hightower.

He's trying to persuade her to give herself up.

You think she'll do it?

-Yes, sir. -Hell.

Just what we need, that damn situation back in the news.

She still insists that she's innocent, that she was framed.

Well, if that's true, it's even worse.

The thing is, sir, we know where she's at.

We could get her, but I'd rather have Jane...

...bring her in peacefully than to take her by force. God forbid somebody get hurt.

I'd like to give Jane 48 hours. If that doesn't work...

-...we'll go in and arrest her. -You sure you can control the situation?

Yes, sir. We know her exact location.

She's at the Pacific Palms Hotel, Room 605.

She leaves that building, we're on her.

Well, okay.

Your call.

I wish Hightower and this whole mess would just vanish, frankly.

-But what can you do? -Yes, sir.

Ardiles.

-You find a good spot for the package? -You mean Hightower?

We agreed to call her the package. -Right.

She's at the Pacific Palms Hotel.

It's weird. Pacific Palms is the name of the street my mom lives on.

And Hightower- I mean, the package. -is in Room 305...

...which is my mom's house number. 305 Pacific Palms. How weird is that?

Not very. -I thought it was weird.

-I'll take a medium nonfat latte, please. -I'll have the same.

Hey. You seen Grace?

-She's not answering her phone. -Uh, no, she's super busy right now.

Oh, yeah? What's going on?

Um...

Hightower surfaced. Grace is guarding her.

Hightower? Wow, what's the deal?

Well, it's, um... It's kind of a long story.

I bet. So Grace will be gone for a while, I guess.

-Yeah, she could be. -That's too bad.

Oh, what, you can't live without her now?

What can I say? I miss her when she's not around.

I'm man enough to admit it.

All right. Well, so you don't get too anxious-

And you didn't hear this from me.

-but you might wanna check out the Pacific Palms Hotel.

-Room 505. -Okay. Great. Thanks. Appreciate it.

But I'll probably tough it out.

I don't wanna be too clingy. Women hate that.

-Right. -All right, I'll see you.

Oh, thank God. There it is. I gave you the wrong file.

-Yeah. There you go. -You didn't read this, did you?

-It's totally top secret. -No, no, of course not.

I mean, no.

Listen, please don't tell anybody I did this.

-I would feel like such a fool. -Oh.

-My lips are sealed. I swear. -Thank you.

Um, Teresa. What about the community outreach?

Oh, yeah. I'm gonna get back to you on that.

Each individual suspect was told that Hightower is at the Pacific Palms Hotel.

But each was given a different room number.

The room the killer goes to will tell us which suspect told Red John.

Rigsby, move the camera more to the right.

Yep, okay.

- Better? Good.

There. Simple. Elegant. Foolproof.

Please don't say that. Nothing is foolproof.

Who has a key to the mini-bar? -I do, and I'm keeping it.

-We're on the job. -You're on the job. I'm an amateur.

Besides, all I want is those expensive peanuts. Thank you.

Hey, boss. You all right?

Everyone's safe and sound. All good here.

-Did you talk to Craig? - No, but I'm sure he's fine.

I'll come and spell you as soon as this thing plays out.

Thanks, boss.

-Tell her I said hey. -Madeleine says hey.

Hi back.

Oh. Tell Hightower she'll soon be exonerated.

I already hung up. And stop being so confident.

It makes me nervous.

This is beginning to look like a huge waste of time.

Whenever you say that, success is just around the corner.

There. Look.

The assassin's here.

What, her? How can you tell?

She's carrying a large bag with little in it...

-...no jewelry, and she has a killer's face. -Come on.

She looks kind of nice to me. -No. Homicidal eyes. Clear as day.

-What's your bet, Jane? Which room? It's a five-horse race.

-Fool's bet. -You, boss? Any guesses?

For all we know, she's a tourist from Iowa.

Eighth floor? -That's our floor.

She just went by.

-Told you. Tourist. -No. She's taking the fire stairs.

Maybe.

Patience.

She'll appear any moment.

Or she's just gotten back from a day of sightseeing and she wants to-

There.

There she is.

Oh, my God.

-Bertram. -Wow.

Bertram. Red John's man is the CBI director?

How messed up is that?

Ready.

Now.

Don't move. Police.

Stay where you are. We're not gonna hurt you.

-Hands. Put your hands in the air. -No, thanks.

Damn it.

Knockout drugs, rope, bag.

Looks like she was trying to take Hightower alive, back to Red John.

Yeah. Maybe. Let's go.

-We've got a dead body out there. -Call it in.

If we're here when the hotel security gets here, we'll be here forever.

-We have a lot to do. -A lot of what to do?

We have to find a good spot for a trap to lure Bertram.

A trap that Red John will follow him into.

Oh, simple, then. You're getting that crazy look in your eyes. Calm down.

Perfectly calm.

Red John is one step behind me, but he thinks he's one step ahead.

So in effect, he's two steps behind, and he doesn't know it.

He's gonna be overconfident.

And what will you use as a lure for this trap?

Can we move, please?

I can answer all your questions in motion.

I'm clever like that. Thank you.

-Hey. There you are. -Hey, stranger.

Okay, I'm sorry.

-But I have a good explanation. -Rigsby told me.

Hightower's back. I don't see why you can't answer your phone.

I know. It's a long story. But I've been guarding Hightower...

...who is totally innocent.

But whoever killed Todd Johnson is working with Red John.

Wow.

And you were a suspect.

-Me? You're kidding. -I know, right?

But we found who's the real killer, so you're cleared.

Oh, well, glad to hear. So who is it? Who's the real killer?

When I tell you, you'll freak out.

But right now I have to go relieve Lisbon from guarding Hightower, so...

Hey, will you come with me? It's a drive.

I don't know. This all sounds kind of sketchy. So...

It is kind of sketchy.

Please?

Of course I'll go with you.

-Thank you. Mm.

Mwah.

Jane. -Yes?

Yes? I'm kind of in a hurry here.

Oh, I can imagine. Busy boy.

-How's Hightower? -She's fine.

-Still at that hotel, is she? -Yes. Why do you ask?

-No reason. -Okay.

Nice talking to you.

Legislature's lawyers believe Governor Jerry Brown's plan...

...to eliminate re-development agencies is unconstitutional.

Because the state cannot reimburse-

-Hi. -Hello.

-Uh, did we have a meeting scheduled? -No.

So listen, things went a little haywire with Hightower last night.

-Someone tried to kill her. -Oh?

Yes, which suggests she's telling the truth about being framed.

Well, maybe, but-

Thing is, I can still get her to come in peacefully...

...but she insists she wants to talk to you first, face to face.

-Nail down a deal. -Me?

-She trusts you. -Well, as she should. As she should.

But I don't know about any dealmaking. She's a loose cannon, to say the least.

She won't come in otherwise.

She says she'll take her story straight to the media.

-That would not be good. -No.

That would be bad.

So you'll do it. Excellent. She wants to meet at 2 p.m. on the dot.

-I will pick you up at 1:30. -Wait, wait.

No, all right. I'll do it.

Good man.

Here you go, boys. -Hey, appreciate it.

-How much we owe you? -It's on the CBI. Least we can do.

Oh. Well, thank you. Ma'am.

We were debating who it is we're guarding in there.

-I'm thinking it's a celebrity. -If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

Fair enough.

-Hey, look, a tadpole. -Get it!

-Get it, Will, get it! -Pizza's here.

Pizza!

You saved me. They were about to turn on me.

Hey, guys. Are you hungry? Yes.

Why here?

Hightower figured no one would try to kill her in a public place like this.

Here, have a seat.

Excuse me.

Could I get a pot of your lapsang souchong, and...?

Coffee. Black.

Jane, I can hear you loud and clear. Tap the table if you can hear me.

-You got him, Rigs? Got him.

And all the doors in and out. We got tape on everyone who enters the mall.

If Red John comes, we got him on camera.

If he comes.

He will.

I'm sorry?

Oh, just, uh, muttering to myself.

You don't seem nervous.

No.

Uh, should I be nervous?

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

Dear Lord, we thank you for this great food we are about to eat.

We thank you for our friends.

We thank you for your many blessings. Amen.

Amen.

Alrighty.

-Give you some? -Yeah, thanks.

-They should be at the mall now. -Think it'll work?

Frankly, no. I'm trying to be hopeful.

-Yeah, well... You like that pizza?

She's not coming, is she?

She'll be here.

Just who exactly is trying to kill her anyhow?

Well, that's hard to say.

Who would be your guess?

Well, I run the department, Patrick. I don't read case files.

-You have no idea at all? -None. You tell me.

Red John, of course.

Of course.

-I believe he has a friend inside the CBI. -Oh, another one?

Good Lord, this man's a prodigy.

I believe he has friends all over the state.

-Powerful friends. -Heh. Come on.

-I'm serious. -You know...

-I beg of you, Patrick, seek help. -I sound crazy, don't I?

Maybe I am.

-Maybe I'm not. -No. You don't sound crazy.

You just sound like a man who's pushed himself too hard...

...who's reached the end of his rope. You need to take a break.

Consult a therapist maybe, you know.

I know a lot of excellent doctors who have-

Rope. The rope. Did you kill Todd Johnson?

What? No. -Did you kill Todd Johnson?

No. What is wrong with you?

Rigsby, Cho. She needed the rope to climb over the balcony...

...to get to the room below. She wasn't targeting 605.

She was targeting Room 505.

Room 505.

What's going on?

Hey, guys.

-Hey, Van Pelt. -This is Agent O'Laughlin, FBI.

-We're here relieving Agent Lisbon. -Good to meet you.

Yeah, likewise.

Oh. You know what? I left my phone in the car.

-Oh. -Can I have the keys? Yeah.

-There you go. Okay. -Thanks. Won't be a sec, all right?

Can you get the gate?

-Do you know how beautiful you look? -Oh, hush.

Oh, come on.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jane.

This is totally unacceptable.

If I don't get an immediate explanation...

...of what the hell is going on, I'm walking away, now.

Walk away. Walk away.

All right, there will be consequences. Mark my words.

Answer your damn phone.

Mommy.

This is what you're watching. No arguments.

Your shows are too grown up for Will.

-Yahoo! -You know that.

You know it.

Jane. Hold on a sec.

-Hey, guys. -Hi, boss.

Hey.

-What's up? It's not Bertram.

-It's O'Laughlin. -Jane, I can't hear you. What?

O'Laughlin. Red John's man is O'Laughlin.

Lisbon! Oh, my God.

Lisbon.

Don't move.

What did you do, Craig?

Sorry about this, Grace. Truly. I've grown genuinely fond of you.

I don't understand. Why are you doing this?

It's not you, it's me.

Mom. Stay there.

Don't look. Don't look. Go in the room. Come on.

Go on, sweetie. Go in your room.

Craig.

Craig. Craig.

Grace.

Lisbon. Lisbon.

Lisbon.

Lisbon.

O'Laughlin's dead. I'm wounded, but I'm okay.

-Grace. Call 911 from the land line. Okay.

Are you gonna be all right?

I think I'll be all right.

Lisbon, listen to me. Can you get O'Laughlin's phone?

- I got it. -Great.

Press redial, and tell whoever answers...

Tell them O'Laughlin is dead.

Hey.

This is Agent Lisbon. O'Laughlin's dead.

That's too bad.

Never mind. You win some, you lose some, I guess.

He says, "Never mind. Win some, lose some."

I'll call you back.

Can I help you? -Yeah.

-Who were you just speaking to? -Why is that your business?

Don't play with me.

Sir, I don't know what your issues are, but you're making me uncomfortable.

-Were you not just speaking to Lisbon? -To who?

-Who are you? What's your name? Do I need to call Security?

I'm just messing with you.

You know who I am.

Tell me anyhow.

I have many names.

Some people call me Red John.

Hollow points.

They make a fist-sized hole.

I won't hurt you if I don't need to.

It's great to meet you face to face, so to speak.

Last time I saw you, everything was so hyper.

So unrelaxed.

It's hard to talk in that kind of environment.

How do I know you are who you say you are?

That's a deep question.

How does anyone know who anyone is? Who are you?

What do you want?

When O'Laughlin told me about your little trap, I was so happy.

The perfect opportunity to teach you one last lesson in humility.

But no.

You prevailed for once. Bravo.

Sincerely. Bravo. And you know what? It's a good thing.

It confirms what I've been thinking.

-It is time to quit. -Quit?

Yeah, no more killing, no more blood. Enough. Been there, done that.

I'm retiring.

Get myself a new face, a new identity.

Start a new life.

I have skills and resources that I can use...

...to really make a positive change in this world, for other people.

You know? For children.

I guess I've been...

...pursuing my own dreams for so long...

...that I just, ha, ha- I lost sight of what's truly important in this world.

I think that happens to a lot of people, don't you?

Am I supposed to laugh? Why are you telling me all this?

Well...

...we have a connection that needs to be honored.

I wanna say goodbye.

I want to apologize for any pain I might've caused you.

I wanna release you from this curse you've been under.

I'm not under a curse.

Doomed to an endless angry search for a vengeance you will never have?

-I would call that a curse, wouldn't you? -I look on it as a hobby.

-And I will have that vengeance. -Vengeance. On-?

On what? Look at me. I'm just a regular guy.

I bet you thought I'd have horns, huh?

Right? I'm not a monster.

I'm not the devil. I'm just another human being with flaws and vices...

...and problems just like anybody else.

Forget about me.

I'm not worth ruining your life over.

Wherever you go, you delusional freak, I will find you, and I will kill you.

And then- Then I will forget about you.

Tough guy.

Here I am.

Let's see what you can do. Come on.

You put that gun away, and I'll show you what I can do.

See how we sound? We sound like kids on a playground.

Don't you see that I'm trying to do you a favor?

Seeking revenge is a waste of your precious time.

Your life is precious, Patrick.

Get on with that precious life.

Find yourself a woman to love. Start a family.

When you're dead.

Okay.

I thought you might take that attitude.

Oh, well. I tried.

Goodbye.

Hey, you can't just walk away. -I can't?

Your colleagues are gone. What can you do to stop me?

I don't know that you really are Red John.

Fair enough.

Your wife was very clean.

She smelled like coal-tar soap and lavender.

Your daughter smelled like sweat...

...and strawberries and cream.

I expect it was some kind of kids' shampoo.

Please, wait.

Can I get the check, please?