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Previously
on "The Mentalist"...

Who's that?

Bob Kirkland,
Homeland Security.

Do I know you?
No, but I know you.

Get me everything.

Jane made a lot of Red John
connections here.

This is good.

Why is this
a Homeland Security issue?

It's complicated.

Agent Lisbon, Jane,
CBI.

F.B.I. personnel only.

Uh, we don't want to be here,
either,

but we were invited.

Uh, could you tell
Agent Reede Smith

that we're here
as requested?

What do you think
Smith wants?

I don't know.
What do you think?

Every time we go to see
one of these Red John suspects,

I get edgy.

Really? Can't tell.

Really?

Oh.

Jane, Lisbon.
Thanks for coming.

Miss this?
Who could say no?

How can we be of help,
Agent Smith?

We caught a body.

I thought it might
interest you.

And why would you say that?

You tell me.

This is Benjamin Marx.

The guy you buried alive.

Excuse me.

The killer I buried alive.

And I did let him out--
eventually.

Not bad.
That's a tough I.D.,

considering most of his
face is burnt off.

What do you think
happened to him?

You're the F.B.I.

I-I'm sure you have
the answers already.

Okay.

Tell me
what I've come up with.

Well, the first thing
you'd notice

is that he was tortured--

with fire and whatever it is
people use

to cut someone's thumbs off.

And what do I think
he was tortured for?

Well, your guess would be
sadistic pleasure,

but you'd be wrong.

More likely he was tortured
for information--

information
that he didn't have.

How do you know
he didn't have it?

Because if he had it,

the killer would only have had
to burn off half his face.

What else do I think?

Well, whoever did the torturing
took their time,

so you would reason that they
had somewhere private to do it.

Right.
And I'm sure you saw

the, uh, sticky stuff
on the leg of the victim,

probably sent it off
to the lab.

And in three days
they'll tell you

that it's pine sap,
which makes sense,

because there's a broken
pine needle

wedged into the sole
of his shoe.

Yeah, I see.

Eventually you'd
come to the conclusion

that he was kept
in the woods someplace

before he was killed
and dumped here.

Nice.

Uh, why are we here,
Agent Smith?

Marx was out on bail
while he stood trial.

Things were looking good
for him, too.

I mean, you tortured him
into a confession,

so a little good lawyering,

a little luck,
and he could walk.

Bet that really chapped
your hide, huh, Jane?

Not at all.

That's the best theory
the F.B.I. can come up with?

That Jane killed Benjamin Marx
and burned his face off?

We're exploring every angle.

He's an angle.

Listen. If I wanted
to kill Benjamin Marx,

I would have done it
the first time.

He was a sociopath that stole
from widows and orphans,

and he got what he deserved.

But I didn't do it.

We'll see.

Yes, we will.

Thanks for coming.

What's going on, Jane?
Nothing.

Tell me.
I said it's nothing.

It's never nothing with you.

Do you think Smith
is Red John?

Possibly.

Well, if he isn't Red John,
he's an idiot

for thinking you could have
anything to do

with Marx's death.

He's not completely wrong.

I mean, I-I didn't kill
Benjamin Marx,

but I might have
gotten him killed.

♪ The Mentalist 6x04 ♪
Red Listed
Original Air Date on October 20, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Okay, no more secrets.
Spill it now.

I was concerned
with security

when I was working my list
of Red John suspects.

Obsessively secretive.

Yeah, well,
you say "tomato""

but I knew there were people
that needed that information.

So I planted
what you would call

misinformation
on my crime board.

So whoever saw your crime board

got the list
of the seven Red John suspects.

But they would be
the wrong suspects.

Exactly. And it worked.

Someone broke into
my office.

How do you know?

Well, I set a trap,
and it was sprung.

Now this person has a fake list
of Red John suspects,

and Benjamin Marx
was on that list.

So somebody is torturing
and killing

the people on your fake list.

Whoa, whoa.
N-not necessarily.

Someone tortured and killed
one person from my list.

But theoretically, his death
could be about anything.

He wasn't a nice man.

I am trying to wrap
my mind around this.

You put the lives of seven
innocent people in danger.

No. None of them
are innocent.

Marx defrauded
hundreds of people...

Then he brutally murdered
someone to cover it up.

I assure you, Lisbon...

All of these men
are very bad.

They just don't happen
to be Red John.

Do you think the real
Red John could have broken in here

and killed Marx?

Well, Red John is the only
person besides us

that knows
the real list of suspects,

so he is the only person that
has no motive to do this.

Then who broke in here?

I don't know.

Someone with easy access,
a lot of resources and power.

The F.B.I.
They've been wanting

to get their hands on
the Red John case for a while.

They were not happy when
Homeland Security took over.

True.

You know, I've always suspected
the F.B.I. are watching me.

Personally.

As paranoid as it sounds,

it would explain how they
got the Marx case.

But why would they
do this to him?

And how do we proceed?

I can't just go to the F.B.I.
and ask them

if they killed Marx.

If the F.B.I. Has been
watching me,

I'll bet that someone very
high up in the CBI

authorized it,
or at least went along with it.

I need to talk to them.

Bertram. But you obviously
can't ask him.

Madeleine Hightower then.

Hightower?

She hasn't run the CBI
in three years.

What kind of information do you
think she still has access to?

And if so, why would she
share it with you?

Well, Red John
tried to kill her.

She's gonna want to help me.

Unless she blames you.

Eh. I'm gonna call her.

Fine.

Oh. What do you have
planned for the day?

You don't officially
have a case, do you?

You can relax.

Get a massage,
mani/pedi.

No.

I have to go
and offer protection

to the six people on your list,
which you are going to give me.

I was hoping
you'd opt for the massage.

Oh,
I can't believe it.

Finally got him back to sleep.

Good job, Mr. Rigsby.

And we don't have to leave
for work for another hour.

What are we gonna do
to pass the time?

Well, I don't know,
Mrs. Rigsby.

Oh... don't.

Oh...

It's Lisbon.

She can wait 10 minutes.

Mmm.

Lisbon.

It must be important.
You should get it.

Morning, boss.

You and Rigsby
take these four.

I'll take Haibach and Lee.

Isn't Haibach the guy
from the Panzer case

with all the photos
of the little girls?

Yeah. I've dealt
with him once before,

so maybe he'll be more likely
to come with me.

Rape charges, drug charges,

human trafficking
charges.

Really?
We're gonna help these guys?

That's the job.
We don't get to pick and choose.

We need to warn these men
that their lives are in danger

and offer them protection.

Now get on it.

And I was watching her
brush her teeth this morning,

and she does the full
two minutes,

just like the dentist says.

The wrong person,
that could be really annoying,

but today I just thought,
cool.

I'm gonna be spending
the rest of my life

with those really good
teeth, you know?

Nope.

M-my point is, marriage is
even better than I thought.

Except...

W-well...

It's not a big deal.
It's only been three days.

It's sort of funny, really.

W-we haven't done it yet.

As a married couple.

What about at the hotel?

After the wedding.
I got you that carriage.

Yeah, we passed out.

It was a very emotionally
draining day.

Plus we drank too much.
Right.

Then we had to work
the next day.

And since then, Sara's
at a conference in L.A.,

so we've had Ben every day,
morning and night.

You know, I read
a study on the Internet.

It said women lose interest
in sex

almost immediately
after marriage.

It's Darwinian.

Nah, not Grace.
She's always been super into...

M-my point is, I don't
believe it. It's not true.

I'm just telling you
what the Internet said.

Rick Dort? CBI.
Open up.

Anyone can say anything
on the Internet.

Doesn't mean it's true.

Yeah?

Mr. Dort? Agents Rigsby and Cho
from the CBI.

We want to talk to you about--

Hands in the air,
or I'll shoot you in the head.

Hey, man, don't shoot.

We have reason to believe
your life's in danger.

We came to offer
police protection.

What?

Your life is in danger.

It is?

You're not here about
the meth... other thing?

The meh... other thing?

There is no other thing.

Slip of the tongue.

Get out of the pool.

Hey, Grace.
You look a little peaked.

I found out
why you haven't been able

to get in touch
with Hightower.

What is it? Tell me.

I spoke to her aunt,
and she said

Hightower and the kids
had an accident.

They're dead.

What? When?

Two weeks ago on vacation
in Mexico.

They drowned.

How come we didn't
hear about it sooner?

It's very strange.

Apparently, they never
found the bodies,

and authorities have called off
the search and rescue.

Hmm.

Wh-what did you say
her aunt's name was?

Ruby. Ruby Hightower.

Yeah, well, I-I'm gonna
need an address.

I need to send her some flowers.

That's terrible.

This is Bob Kirkland.

Kirkland. This is
Agent Reede Smith, F.B.I.

What can I do for you,
Smith?

I think it's what I can do
for you.

My superiors asked
that I fill you in

on a case I'm working.

It involves Patrick Jane.

I'm listening.

It's a murder/kidnapping thing.

Vic's a guy named
Benjamin Marx.

Jane dealt with him before.

Used some...
shall we say,

over-the-top techniques
to get Marx to confess?

That sounds about right.

Marx was on trial,
could have gone free.

Frankly, I like Jane for it.

He's got a vigilante beef
with Red John.

Maybe this is his thing.

I think you might be
on to something.

Nice work.
Thanks.

And, Smith?
Keep me in the loop.

Yes, sir.

Yes?

Mrs. Hightower?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I used to work with
your niece Madeleine,

and, uh, well, I was hoping
that maybe we could talk.

These are for you.

Oh, please come in.

When was the last time
you saw your niece?

A few weeks ago, right before
they went on vacation.

They made a point
to come and see me.

At least I got a chance
to say good-bye.

Yeah, well, there--
there's that.

What is it?

Oh, it's just, uh...

I just wish that there was
some way I could...

Let her know
how I feel.

There is.

My neighbor is very good
with the computer.

He set up a private
memorial site

on the Internet

just for friends and family.

I'd love to see that.

Okay, here you go.

Oh, d-do you mind?

I'm not very good
with computers.

Sure. Just say
what you need to say.

Write this.

In death...

you have found new life...

And I want to shout it
from the mountaintops.

I know in my heart,

dearest Madeleine...

That when sunset comes,

I will find you
waiting for me...

in the heavenly gardens.

Love, Patrick.

Oh... that was, um...

that's lovely.

Very poetical.

Thank you.
Feels a lot better.

I should--I should go.

Or, you poor lamb.

You were a little sweet
on her, weren't you?

Oh...

No.

I remember you.
Talk to my lawyer.

Mr. Haibach.

It's not what you think.
Just hear me out.

I think you've wanted to pin
something on me for a long time.

I won't be your patsy,
Ms. Lisbon.

It's Agent Lisbon.

And we have reason to believe
that your life is in danger.

I am here to offer you
police protection.

So if I go with you,
nothing bad will happen to me?

Sounds like police state
trickery, Agent Lisbon.

The Stasi would be proud.

I am legally and morally
bound to inform you that--

Please don't try to stake out
the moral high ground here.

If you had your way,
I'd be in jail

for a crime I didn't commit.

I think I'll take
my chances.

How's it going, Jane?

I just visited
with Hightower's aunt.

That's so sad.

Did you find anything out?

I mean, do you think Red John
had anything to do with it.

I don't think so.
Not his M.O.

So you think it's just
an accident?

Looks like it.
How's the roundup going?

Haibach wouldn't come with me.
I think he's hiding something.

Well, a guy like that
probably takes issue

with lady police.

Ladies in general.

Uh, you're right. You know what?
I'll send Cho and Rigsby.

Or not.

Would the world really miss him
if something happened?

And that's the difference
between you and me.

And good-bye.

If you are from CBI,
I'm--

Uhh!

What happened?

We found the door open,

blood and beer bottle
on the floor.

No Haibach. Rigsby's
canvassing the neighbors.

This is bad.

Not really.

Confirms the theory that someone
is going through my list

trying to find Red John.

Haibach has been abducted,

and he's probably gonna be
tortured to death.

Yeah, he's
in for a rough night.

And we have to tell Smith
and the F.B.I.

that he's been taken and that
it's connected to the Marx case.

No, we don't.
We can't lie.

We do it all the time.

He's gonna put it together
eventually,

and it'll be worse.

Okay, fine. Tell him.

But do not mention
the list.

Just tell him
that someone else

connected to an old case
of ours has gone missing.

Agreed.

What do we do now?

I will have the answer
for that very soon.

I have black, milk...

and milk and sugar.

I'll take whatever
you don't want.

You always this thorough?

I like to cover
all my bases.

Milk and sugar.

Thanks.

So you said you got
something for me?

There's been an interesting
development

in that case I was
telling you about.

Looks like another man's
gone missing

that's connected with Jane.

A, uh, Richard Haibach.

That is interesting.

Thank you.

Look, it's none
of my business, but, uh...

Can I ask what the deal is
with you and Jane?

Long story.

Whatever.

I'm not looking to pry.

I like that.

I've done
some research on you.

On me?

Yeah. You're a good agent.

Real straight shooter.

Why would you research me?

I have some other business
I want to discuss with you.

Delicate business.

Okay. Shoot.

Tiger tiger.

Huh?

Tiger tiger.

What, are you messing
with me?

What--what is that?
"Tiger tiger"?

You really don't know?

Know what?

Nothing. That's a test.

Okay.

I'm totally in the dark here.
You want to fill me in?

While investigating
Red John,

Homeland Security's
begun to suspect

the existence of a powerful
secret organization

within California
law enforcement.

Police, CBI, D.O.J.

Strictly high-level,
we think.

What do they do?

They do dirt.

They protect each other
with major cover-ups,

get away with murder.

What's the tiger thing?

We think that's
the password.

Spooky.

Is Red John a member?

It's too soon to tell.

What about Jane?

We're just starting
to put this thing together.

We're looking for partners
within the F.B.I.

Lower level guys that...

we're sure we can trust.

That's me.

Happy to help.

Thank you.

I'll be in touch.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hello, Patrick.

Madeleine.

Thank you for coming.

Tea?

Yes, please.

Just so we're clear,

I have a gun pointed
under the table.

And it's pointed
at something important.

Fair enough.

How are the kids?

They're safe.

That's all you need
to know.

Your aunt is a delight.

Wonderful actress.

I had to do what was best
for me and my kids.

I knew that Red John
was cleaning house

after Lorelei Martins
was killed.

I did not want
to be next.

No, I got it.

He's already tried
to kill you once.

It's not something you ever
really get over.

So what's so damn important

you had to bring me
out of hiding?

I'm getting close
to catching Red John,

and I need your help.

Unh-unh.

I'm not putting my family
in danger to help you.

Besides, I've been out of
law enforcement for three years.

How can I help you?
I don't know anything.

Really?

Because I think you've been
holding something back

for a very long time.

Yeah, there it is.

I'm right.

The F.B.I.--

they've been watching me,
haven't they?

Please, I wouldn't be here
if it weren't important.

Tell me.

Well, I guess there's
no reason not to tell you now.

But obviously you did not
hear this from me.

When Minnelli was chief
of the CBI,

he struck a deal with F.B.I.
Director Schultz.

What did Schultz want?

She wanted reports.

On you.

Minnelli provided them.

When Minnelli retired,
that became a part of my job.

But the intel wasn't exactly
going to the F.B.I.

I found out that Schultz
was passing it on

to Homeland Security.

Bob Kirkland?
Yes.

Why?

He thought you were
Red John.

Of course.

How long have Homeland Security
been watching me?

Eight, nine years.

I did what I thought
was best at the time.

Don't expect me
to apologize.

No, no, I-I won't.

Jane.

You cannot tell anyone
you saw me. Even Lisbon.

And I won't.

I meant what I said.

I'm gonna kill Red John,

and you're gonna get
your life back.

I hope so.

So what's next?

Well, I'm gonna go see
Bob Kirkland.

What I'm looking for
is an open

and honest dialogue.

100% transparency.

I don't
know what you want from me.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Maybe not yet.

But... that room
in your basement.

Come on.

You are a depraved man.

At minimum, a pedophile.

But frankly, that's not
why we're here.

Why then?

Please just tell me...
Why.

I brought you here
to ask you some questions.

Anything.
I'll--I'll tell you anything.

All right then.
Tell me--

do you recognize me?
Have you seen me before?

No... I don't think so.

Okay, we'll come back to that.
Next question.

What?

What?

Are you Red John?

What?

Are you... Red John?

No...

Are you Red John?!

No!

Agent Kirkland?
Hey...

Jane, what are you doing here?

Uh, can I have a quick word?
It's nothing private.

Your friends can stay.

I'll catch up, guys.

I have a pet theory

I was hoping you could
confirm or deny.

I'll see what I can do.

Has Homeland Security been
investigating me?

Yes.

I'm surprised you're
allowed to tell me that.

I mean, you guys are usually
so cloak and dagger.

Well, it's no secret
that Homeland Security

has the Red John case.

Yeah, your name has come up
in various ways.

Right. So then did you guys
break into my office

and steal my list
of suspects?

Absolutely not.

No? Why not?

Because we don't care
who you think Red John is.

We have the case.

Point taken.

Thanks for your time.

That's it?

Uh, yeah. I just wanted
to make sure

you weren't
on a wild goose chase,

because whoever it was
that broke into my office,

they stole a fake list
of suspects.

Well played.

Thank you. I thought so.

Maybe you should come
work for us.

Maybe not.

You need a ride somewhere?

No, I'm--I'm good,
thanks.

Well, we should talk some more.
Get in the car.

Do I have a choice?

No.

By all means...

Let's talk some more.

Let me see your phone.

Hey, you don't have to do this.
I actually want to talk to you.

Just hand me the phone.

Seatbelt, please.

Hey, have you guys
heard from Jane?

Nope.

I haven't seen him
since yesterday morning.

His phone just keeps on
going straight to voicemail.

Can you ping it for me?

Sure. It'll take me
a little while.

Thanks.
It's probably nothing.

And here we are.

Keep moving.

Oh, I love what you've done
with the place.

Come on, I'll give you
the 10-cent tour.

Help me... please.

Richard Haibach,
Patrick Jane.

Help me.

I just wanted you
to see the face of the man

who got you into this mess.

It's a funny story,
actually--

a comedy of errors.

Please let me go.

No.
Please.

But don't worry.
Jane'll get his, too.

So, let's talk about that
real list of Red John suspects.

I couldn't get a hit
on Jane's phone.

Wherever he is,
he has no cell service.

Hmm.

That's probably him now.

This is Lisbon.

Hello, Lisbon.
Do you know who this is?

Yes.

I thought you were dead.

I met with Jane yesterday.

He didn't say.

I asked him not to tell you,

but I think I might have
gotten him into trouble.

I've been trying
to call him all day.

Me, too.

I gave him some
information yesterday.

Did he say anything to you
about who he was going to see?

No. Should he have?

Yes.

We need to talk.

I think I might have
caused Jane

to do something very dumb.

Funny thing about the list.

Uh, I'd... rather not
share it with you.

I get it.

It's been your pet project
for a long time.

Mine, too.

But you will share it
with me.

What if I just give you
one name to start?

Robert Kirkland.

Interesting.

Makes sense, actually.

But it doesn't really help me
with my cause, though, does it?

No, I suppose not.
I was wrong about you.

You're not Red John.
You're hunting him, same as me.

Not exactly the same.

I'm willing to kill
seven people

to get the job done.

Touché.

Why aren't you?

'Cause that would
make me a murderer.

You're planning on
murdering Red John.

That doesn't make any sense.

Okay, so we--we both have
different approaches,

but the important thing here
is that we share a common goal.

We can help each other
if we work together.

I'm not interested
in working together,

and I doubt you are,
either.

We both want our revenge,

and only one of us
is going to get it.

Robert Kirkland.

I know I should be
surprised, but--

but he's a creepy guy,
that's why.

Where would he take Jane?

Probably the same place
he took Benjamin Marx.

Jane saw a pine needle
in Marx's shoe.

It was like he'd walked
through a pine forest

before he was killed.

Lots of pine needles
in Northern California.

Kirkland would be
keeping up appearances.

He'd be going to the office
every day, so...

Pine forest within
a hundred-mile radius

of Sacramento?

Sure, sure.
If that's all we got.

Hey, boss.

Van Pelt, I need you
to run something for me.

Properties or businesses
owned by Robert Kirkland

within 100 miles
of the capitol...

In close proximity
to a pine forest.

Robert Kirkland?

It's a long story.

Nothing for Robert Kirkland
within a hundred miles.

Ah, crap.

But there's
a Michael Kirkland.

Owns a cabin up near
El Dorado State Park.

Oh, is he a relative?

I don't know.
I can check.

All right, text me
the address.

Sure.

We should call local
authorities for backup.

No. No. No cops.

Nobody can know about me.
Please.

Okay.

How do we do this?

That's how.

Do you have siblings, Jane?

No.

I had a twin brother--
Michael.

We were very close
growing up.

I hear
that's a strong bond.

And our father was
a sadistic drunk.

He beat the crap out of us

and our mother.

Beat her till she couldn't
take it anymore.

She left?
With a razor blade.

After that,

it was just me and Michael.

I was all he had.

You were the stronger one.

Yeah.

Uh, I grew up.
I got away.

But Michael couldn't do it.

He stayed
in this house

and watched our father
drink himself to death.

The apple doesn't fall
far from the tree.

You're right.

Michael turned to the bottle,

drank like his life
depended on it.

I paid for treatments.

I took him to meetings.

Nothing worked.

Until?

Until one day he met someone,

a man who could help him.

More than a man.
A savior.

Yeah. Red John.

He only asked for a few
simple things in return.

Devotion and sacrifice.

Michael drifted
further and further away

until one day
he was gone.

I never saw him again.

You think Red John
killed your brother.

Yes.

I never found him,

but in my heart,
I know.

Look at me blab.

I-I... you're not
my therapist.

I didn't bring you here
to talk.

Please tell me
who the suspects are.

No.

Have it your way.

You understand, I'm gonna
have to torture you.

You don't seem like someone

who deals well
with physical pain.

Uh, not particularly.

A name then.

I can't do it.

Fine.

God!

Okay, okay, okay.

You... you--you have
to understand,

this is hard for me...

Emotionally.

I've never said any of these
names out loud to anyone.

A name.

Turtmee.

First name--Don.

Don Turtmee?

"Don't hurt me".

Ha.

You got me.

Why, I oughta...

Put your hands in the air!

Keep 'em
where we can see 'em!

Jane, you all right?

Oh, never better.

I'm just fine. Dandy.

Ooh! Thanks to us.

You were foolish
to come here alone.

You taking pleasure in this?

Don't get me wrong.

You are a pain in the ass.

Well, thank you.

But I wouldn't want anything
bad to happen to you,

especially when it would be
my fault.

Well, I'm sure your conscience
is clear now.

It is. Now leave me alone.

Next time I hear from you,

you better be telling me
Red John is dead.

Deal.

That is a deal.

Thank you, Madeleine.

You're welcome, Patrick.

Good luck.

Lisbon...

You good here?
Yeah.

You can call
for that backup now.

Ahh!

You'll pay for this!

I won't forget!
This is on you!

Aah! Aah! Aah!
You sure you're all right?

The list is down
to five names.

That is
a very manageable number.

Somehow that doesn't
reassure me.

We're in the home stretch,
Lisbon.

So, uh,

looks like I got it
wrong about you.

Yeah. Looks like you did.

Ah, it's all right.
We all make mistakes.

I mean, a...

A Homeland Security agent?

Who would have thought, right?

Not me.

It's gonna be a jurisdictional
cluster-bomb.

But we'll book him first
at county.

In a few days he'll get
transferred

to a federal
detention center.

I'd like to talk to him for a sec.
Sure.

Hey, Jane.

No hard feelings, huh?

No. No hard feelings.

Lisbon.

If you have
anything else to say,

now would be the time.

Oh, I might know
some things.

But this isn't
the best place to talk.

Come see me sometime.

I will.

Are you gonna finish
this thing?

Yes.

Hey.

Hey. Lisbon called.

They're not coming back
into the office tonight.

Okay.
You can probably go, too.

There's nobody else here.
Sure.

Did you change?

What, this old thing?

Wait. What's this?

It looks like
a hotel room key.

Wait. You didn't, did you?

I did.
The honeymoon suite.

Mrs. Capello
is watching Ben.

That's amazing.
Thank you.

You know, I was
beginning to think--

I know what you thought.

And am I crazy?

Yes.

You shouldn't think
so much, Wayne.

Come on.

Don't mind me.

Let me speak to him.

What's going on?
What are you doing here?

You hit the nail
on the head, Bob.

About what?

There is a powerful organization
within law enforcement.

But it's a lot bigger
than you thought.

It's not just
the big boys, either.

They even let lower level
guys like me in.

I know what you're doing.

We've had our eye on you
for a long time.

We just want to help.
It's what we do.

Help me how?

Listen to me closely.

That's the address
of a safe house.

It's 2 miles due east
of here.

When you get there,
someone will contact you,

get you some money,
I.D., clothes.

I don't believe you.

Come on, Bob.

Get out of the van.

Start running.

Just do it here.

Actually, I'd prefer it
if you ran.

You know... protocol.

Agent Kirkland
tried to escape.

You had no choice
but to use deadly force.

Do you understand?

Tiger tiger.

Tiger tiger.

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