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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.

Who else is in the association?

Cops, judges, FBI 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 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 FBI is closing down your organization right now.

We're done.

There's nothing more to do here.

You're not quitting.

I'll 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.

Where's Jane?

He'll be in a CU 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?

Nathan? 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 FBI is overseeing an international manhunt for prominent Sacramento law

enforcement official Gail Bertram.

FBI 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.

Amen.

How's it going?

Do you have a payphone?

Right back there.

Thank you.

Hey, Ali. How you doing?

Give me a pick six and one of those pineapple cheroots.

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?

Because the last time we...

Put your hands up.

No problem.

Clear sir.

No kidding.

Where

is

he?

You're asking about Jane?

I don't know.

Did you check upstairs?

Yeah.

You know, maybe you haven't heard.

About an hour ago, Gail Burcham killed a cop at a gas station in East Sac.

I heard.

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

No.

Using a payphone.

Guess who he was calling.

I'm gonna guess Jane.

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 the 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 FBI were looking

for us.

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

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

Oh, we're safe for now. There's no arrest warrant that's put out for us

just yet.

Give him time.

Where's Jane?

Don't ask.

She just did.

Listen to me.

The CBI 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.

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?

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.

What'd 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 FBI... 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. What a busy day.

Yeah, no problem. You know, this phone is not safe. Let me call you back in a

moment.

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.

Oh, okay.

Yo, dude, I'll call you back.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Thanks, man.

What did he say?

Hello?

I think we should meet and talk.

Just the two of us.

Like a date?

Yes.

No.

Look, the game is over.

I'd call it a very honorable tie.

Now that it's over, I really think that we should talk.

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

Just talk.

And 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?

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.

No, it's too many people. It's too many cops.

You know the Alexander Cemetery?

Of course I do.

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

I'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 true.

Probably.

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 FBI is going to get Bertram soon enough.

I don't want the FBI 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 going to need to borrow your gun.

My gun?

Yes, your gun. I'm not going to use it. It's just a prop.

Teresa, trust me, please.

Just trust me.

That way.

That's just a dumb move.

Where's the man in charge here?

Where is Abbott? Down on your knees. Keep your hands where I can see them.

Where is Abbott? I have to go.

All right, take it down a notch, people.

He's not Al Capone.

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...

Tell me.

Come on.

Now, 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?

Oh,

you made a plan with Bird for him.

Is that it?

Is that what you did?

Please, Abbott.

FBI, back it up!

CBI, back it up yourself.

What's this?

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

Hey, guys.

You know, it's good to see you. I hate to bring you down, but there is no CBI.

That badge?

It's a toy.

And you're all impersonating officers of the law.

Whatever. Let him go.

Are you mad-dogging me right now?

The FBI?

You say you're legit FBI, 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 Reed Smith was a member. Why not you?

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.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

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.

Arrest them.

Put your guns down on the ground.

Slowly.

Do as he says.

Go track Agent Elizabeth's vehicle.

Yes, sir.

Did 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.

Could you guys keep an eye on my car for me please?

Sure, I'll watch it.

Thank you.

Hey, man.

Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

Long story.

I need a ride, if you're willing.

All right, stay back. Stay back. This could be the meeting.

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 con... 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.

Sir? What 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?

De nada.

Buena suerte.

Hey, Patrick.

I'm going to need to search you for weapons, so you can go ahead and put

your hands up.

Where's the shot?

You can go in now.

Thank you for being so punctual.

You lied to me.

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'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 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.

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 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'm happy about this.

The association doesn't like loose ends.

It just hates them.

So...

Go

on, Oscar.

No, no, listen. Listen, let's talk about this. Just wait.

I'm truly sorry, but it is totally out of my hands.

Well, I always liked you, Patrick.

No, no. This is not necessary. We don't...

Hey!

Thank you, Oscar.

You can wait outside.

Make sure we're left in peace.

Hello, Patrick.

Hi.

Hey!

Hello?

Hey, what's going on? Hey!

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.

Let's try to keep it together, okay?

Okay, I'm sorry.

Siri.

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.

Well,

Patrick, here we are.

Poor fellow.

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, it seems kind of unfair.

It's totally fair.

Game's over and I won.

It's not a game.

As 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 and 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... 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 call it the ravings of a squalid egomaniac.

You see?

For no reason at all, 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?

Who are you?

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 going to stop you.

It's not in 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?

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 Hafner and Stiles only went off after

you dragged Bertram, Smith, 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 DNA database.

He switched your DNA records with a body that you had on ice.

A surrogate.

Then you brought the body to my house in the trunk of your car and you put it

alongside Stiles and Hafner.

Very good.

Your hindsight is 20-20.

Can I show you something?

breadcrumbs

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 right, 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.

You don't understand.

Sir, I do understand. I know how angry you must be. No, you don't, and you have

to go now.

Sir, in all good conscience.

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.

Oh, 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.

Over there.

Retain. Canvas to the side. Daniel, you're with me. Let's go, Matthew.

What

was

that?

line with the police i am policeman let me talk to her this way uh yeah

Please don't kill me.

Let me live.

Please, let me live.

I'll tell you how I knew the names on your lips.

I don't care.

I do because I have real sight.

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?

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.