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Previously on "The mentalist"...

We need to find kira tinsley.

She either works for Red John,

or she's about to become his next victim.

Who did this to you? Tell me.

Jane, what did she say?

She told me Red John has a tattoo on his left shoulder--

Three dots.

That's my leverage.

- Jane. - Hello, Lisbon.

Jane, don't do this, not without me.

Listen, I'm sorry.

Jane, I am begging you. You're in danger!

I-it's gonna be okay. I-I'm gonna be okay.

No, you're not. You do this,

and you're throwing your life away.

Bye, Lisbon.

Jane... no.

A tattoo?

Yes.

That we can use to identify Red John?

- Yes. - That's great.

So all we have to do is check each one of the suspects

one by one until we find out who has the tattoo.

No.

Why not?

Red John doesn't know I know about the tattoo.

Okay.

So if we start checking suspects,

it's very likely that red john will find out.

And disappear before we have a chance of getting him.

Exactly.

Then what do you want to do?

Gather all five suspects together

at the same place, same time,

And then start checking for the tattoo.

And how do we do that?

We'll ask them.

And you think they'll agree?

Wasn't planning on giving them a choice.

Even so, there's a problem.

Bret Stiles--he's wanted by the F.B.I.

in connection to two homicides.

Yeah. Cold cases from over 20 years ago.

You're kidding,

after all this time,

the F.B.I. is moving in now?

Well, they must have found something new--

- forensics, a witness. Well, where's Stiles?

Well, that's the thing. Nobody knows,

Not even the F.B.I. Stiles disappeared weeks ago.

We'll find him.

How?

I don't know, but we'll find him.

We have to.

I'm on board with your plan.

Good.

On one condition.

I want to be there when you reveal Red John.

Okay.

Seriously.

- I said okay. - Yeah, but you didn't mean it.

Did I not? Uh, how can you tell?

This is non-negotiable, Jane.

I agree 100%.

I think I've made myself clear, agents.

I have no knowledge of Bret Stiles' whereabouts.

Yes,

and we've made it clear that we're not buying it.

Stiles leaves you in charge of Visualize,

but he keeps you in the dark about where he's hiding?

Doesn't make sense.

Stiles has and always will

put the church's needs before his own.

This time is no different.

He doesn't want me to know because he wants to protect me.

And because he doesn't want to be found.

I doubt Bret Stiles is worried about being found.

You seem confident.

Call it faith.

You see, Stiles' time

in our... reality is limited.

As we speak,

he's preparing his mind and body

for a departure from the confines of our material world.

He's dying?

That is a very naive,

very ignorant way of looking at it.

Bret Stiles is not dying.

Bret Stiles cannot die.

He is elevating himself to another plane,

one lesser men like ourselves can only strive to reach.

And one some of us obviously can't comprehend.

Coffee--one cream, one sugar.

Thanks, Russell.

Forensics is here when you're ready.

Send them over.

Get his I.D. for me, will you?

You know how I am about heights.

Sure.

Oh, and, uh, someone's here to see you.

Thanks.

There's been a breakthrough in the Red John investigation.

I have some new information.

Some very significant information.

Okay. What is it?

No, no. Not yet.

I'm not sure who I can trust.

I'm not even sure I can trust you.

Red John has some very powerful allies.

Patrick, come on.

Okay, but not here.

Meet me at 8:00 on Thursday night.

Thursday? Why?

I need time to find a safe place to meet.

Fine. Where?

I'll let you know the day of.

This is crazy.

I've made the mistake of underestimating Red John

a number of times now.

I don't want to make that mistake again.

If you want the information, it's on my terms.

Okay.

Thursday night.

This is Sheriff McAllister.

Sheriff? Patrick Jane.

Hello, Patrick. How are things?

Good. Good.

- I'm calling because I had a question. - Shoot.

Last month when I was in Napa,

you said that you were at my disposal.

Yes, I remember.

Did you mean what you said?

I like to think I'm a man of my word.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

But can I count on you for your help?

Can I count on you?

Of course.

Thursday night at 8:00 I'll need your help.

Well, then you've got it.

Thank you.

I'll let you know where to be the day of.

Patrick?

Yeah?

This is about Red John, isn't it?

Thursday night.

They're ready for you, sir.

Thank you, Evelyn.

Also, this came for you.

You are here tonight

to witness my ascension.

My ascension from this world

to a world beyond.

Do not mourn me, my children,

for this is not a passing,

but a departure.

And I promise...

I... will...

return!

Listen to me, Don, you don't have a mistresst.

You have a vindictive screwball who's about to ruin your life.

Yes, well, it's very lucky for you

my job is to fix problems, so here's what you're gonna do.

You are gonna write her a check--

It is gonna be a very big check--

And then you are gonna pray that this problem goes away.

If it doesn't, don't worry, Don.

There are plenty of ways to keep a woman quiet, OK?

I gotta go. All right.

You're late.

It's good to see you, too, Teresa.

Uh, excuse me, can I get coffee, black, please?

Thanks.

So why am I here at 8:00 a.m.?

I need help with an investigation.

What investigation?

It's not important.

Really? It is if you want my help.

I can't tell you.

Come on, Teresa. I know you better than that.

What, you and Jane got something going on

with the Red John case?

Maybe.

"Maybe." Yeah, right.

What is with all the secrecy?

Seriously, why are you always holding out on me?

You don't think I'm Red John, do you?

You do, don't you?

Tell you what.

You want to question me, you arrest me.

Otherwise, you leave me the hell out of this.

Sit down.

Sit.

If asking's not gonna work, I won't ask.

You're no longer with the CBI.

You don't get the same protection law enforcement gets.

- What, you threatening me? - No, Jane is.

He wants to see you tomorrow night.

If you don't show up, he will assume you're Red John.

And, Ray, he will come after you.

You gotta be kidding me.

You know Jane. You know what happened to him.

You know what Red John did to him.

If I were you, I wouldn't test him.

I'm not afraid of Patrick Jane.

Well, what's the problem with showing up?

If I do this, will you and Jane drop

the whole that "I'm Red John" business?

For once and for all.

What time?

08:00.

I'm not done.

There's one more thing that I need.

You're killing me here.

- Stiles. - Yeah?

- Where is he? - I can't help you.

Come on, Ray,

you've been with Visualize for years.

I don't want to arrest him. I just want to talk to him.

You do this, and I will owe you.

And in your line of work,

sooner or later you're gonna need a favor.

So Ray Haffner told me that Stiles uses

a private jet to move around the country undetected.

Belongs to a guy named Ryan Parks.

Parks. Got it. I'll check it out.

Has Jane been in yet?

No, I haven't heard from him.

Mr. Lamotte?

Yeah? Can I help you?

Agents Cho and Rigsby from the CBI.

We were wondering if you could answer a few questions for us.

Sure.

A G6 landed here late last night,

tail number M550MT.

It would have been around 11:00.

I remember. What about it?

Do you know who was on the flight?

No. Private aircraft aren't required

to provide passenger manifests.

Did you happen to see anyone who was getting off the plane?

No. Sorry.

Oh, but whoever it was had a car service pick him up.

They might be able to help you.

You don't happen to have the name of that car service, by any chance?

Yes, I do.

So what happened with the car service?

Well, they said that they picked up a silver-haired man

with a British accent from the airport last night.

- Stiles. - We think so.

Well, where'd he go?

The address was for the Ecuadorian Consulate

in San Francisco.

Good job. You two go and check it out.

You know what? Van Pelt, why don't you go alone?

Stiles likes you.

Maybe we can use that to our advantage.

Is...there a problem?

- Uh, no. - No.

- I'll be fine. - I know.

- It's my job. - I know.

I love you.

I know.

Hey, Lisbon.

Where are you?

Oh, just running some errands.

Everything okay?

Yeah, right as rain. What's up?

Haffner's in.

Good. What about Stiles?

Van Pelt may have a bead on his location.

She's checking it out now.

That leaves one more Red John suspect left to talk to.

Yes. Bertram. I'm on my way to his office.

- You want to meet me there? - All right.

Grace Van Pelt.

Well...how lovely to see you again.

Well...so, please sit.

What do I owe this pleasure?

Jane.

He needs a favor.

Oh. Clever, him, sending you.

So exactly what can I do for Patrick Jane?

He would like to meet with you.

Tomorrow night at 8:00.

You've changed since we last met.

You're married.

Yes.

Oh, don't tell me you married that genial oaf.

Oh. Oh, well. Congratulations.

Yeah. Thank you.

So...will you meet with Jane?

Ah...you know,

nothing would please me more than to meet with him.

I mean, really, I would love to. But...

unfortunately, my circumstances--

it's probably not gonna happen.

You mean because of the F.B.I.?

Mm. You have been doing your homework.

They don't know I'm here.

Which means they don't know you're here.

But they will if you don't agree to meet with Jane.

You have changed, haven't you?

Have you ever been to Ecuador, by any chance?

No.

I was there--oh, god, years and years ago

doing missionary work. Uh...

lovely people.

But there was a young man there...

he was underprivileged, ferociously ambitious.

I saw something in him.

So I decided to try and help him.

You know, I-I paid for his school fees,

that sort of thing.

N-nothing really much, but wouldn't you know it?

All these years later,

that same man is now Minister of State.

I'm happy for him.

Anyway, he invited me to stay in this palatial consulate.

This morsel of foreign soil.

Foreign soil, of which, as you know,

is outside the jurisdiction of you, the F.B.I.,

and all U.S. law enforcement.

So, you see, Gracie, your idle threats are just that.

Well, it's been so lovely seeing you again.

Please give my best to Mr. Jane.

Close the door on your way out!

It's gonna be fine.

Thanks. I feel a lot better.

Come on in.

We've made a breakthrough, sir.

- In... - The Red John case.

We're close to identifying him.

Well, then this is fantastic news.

After all these years. Y-you--

You really think you've got him?

I do.

I'll know the second you have something concrete.

You will, sir.

And I want to be there when you end this.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Yeah, it's me.

I just had a very interesting conversation with Patrick Jane.

How'd it go with Bertram?

He's in. What about Stiles?

- Not so good. - Did you find him?

Yes.

Then what's the problem?

He's at the Ecuadorian consulate.

As long as he's there, we can't touch him.

What do you want to do?

I'll handle Stiles.

He's not gonna come with you. He doesn't have to.

I'll be persuasive.

What is that?

A shot gun?

You sure it's big enough?

We need to talk about tomorrow night.

I've already told you.

Just hear me out, please.

You don't want me to be there.

No, I don't.

You don't want to be there because you think

I'm gonna try and stop you from killing red john.

Are you saying that you won't?

What I'm saying is some men--

men like Red John--

they don't deserve a trial. They don't deserve a jury.

They deserve what they have coming to them.

Wait, l-let me get this straight.

After close to 20 years working in law enforcement,

you're just-- you're changing your mind?

About Red John? Yes.

I'm surprised, Lisbon.

What, you don't believe me?

Heavens, no.

You're the most honest person I know.

You would never lie, not about something like this.

Right?

Right.

Tomorrow night then.

Tomorrow night.

Patrick, dear boy.

Well, how are you?

Well, I'm not your boy.

Oh, I see. So this is not a social meeting, eh?

You're gonna meet me tonight at 8:00.

- Patrick. - No, you listen to me.

You're gonna meet me tonight at 8:00,

Or I'm gonna come back here, and when I do,

you will need more than these walls to keep you safe.

Threats?

That's so out of character.

I mean every word of it.

Yes.

I believe you do.

But you see, Patrick,

a dying man does not fear death.

Oh, please.

This charade might work on your disciples.

It doesn't work on me.

You think too highly of me.

Unfortunately,

it's not a charade.

How long have you got?

It's spread to the blood.

There's nothing they can do. I don't know...

Two weeks, a month.

You see...

it's not personal.

It's just that...

my time now is very precious.

I'm still gonna need you tonight.

For god sake, why?

What's so damned important?

Red John.

I'm close.

Closer than I've ever been.

Red John...

Look...

nothing would give me more pleasure

than to be with you there tonight.

But?

There's more to this than you know.

There's--there's more keeping me here.

The F.B.I?

Yeah, as a matter of fact.

You know, they tracked me here.

They're just waiting for me to leave

so they can arrest me.

Look, I'm not choosing to stay here,

but I'm trapped.

So the F.B.I's the only thing that's keeping you here?

Eyes up, we've got movement at the front entry.

That's a Visualize car.

I think they're sneaking someone out.

Get ready to move.

Go! Go! Go!

- Don't move! - Don't move!

Hands on your steering wheel!

Keep your hands where we can see 'em.

Hello. Gentlemen.

Something I can help you with?

Stiles is in.

We'd better get going.

We've got a long drive ahead of us.

Take him.

Well, then Sac P.D.'s just gonna have to wait.

Look, I-I don't wanna pull rank...

but I will.

Kevin, I gotta call you back.

I'll be needing a car.

What are we doing?

I want to see the sunset.

There's something I want to tell you, Lisbon.

Something I should have said a long time ago.

I want to thank you for everything that you've done.

You can thank me later.

No, I...

I need to say this now.

You have...

no idea what you've meant to me.

What you mean to me.

Thank you.

I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you.

Wait here.

Jane?

Jane!

Hey! Stop!

Please.

My name is Teresa Lisbon. I am an agent

with the California Bureau of Investigation,

and I need to borrow your car.

It's an emergency.

What?! No way.

Get out. Now. Come on.

Come on.

This is outrageous. I'm calling the police.

Good idea. Thanks.

- Jane. - Hello, Lisbon.

Jane, don't do this, not without me.

Listen, I'm sorry.

Jane, I am begging you. You're in danger!

I-it's gonna be okay.

I-I'm gonna be okay.

No, you're not. You do this,

and you're throwing your life away.

Bye, Lisbon.

Jane...

No.

Oh. Hello, Patrick.

Am I early?

No, no. Right on time. Have a seat.

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

This is Agent Teresa Lisbon

with the California Bureau of Investigation.

I need officers at 1309 Cedar Street in Malibu.

I have an agent who needs immediate assistance.

I brought you five together for a reason.

Some of you may know that reason.

Some of you may have guessed.

But one of you here...

is Red John.

What?! One of us?

One of us here is Red John?

Well, that's very interesting.

- Who is it? - I don't know.

And that's what we're gonna find out.

Wait, you're trying to say that one of us in this room...

is a serial killer?

- I know it. - No, this is crazy.

I can assure you it's not.

Well, I can assure you I'm not sticking around for this crap.

Sit down.

Do not move toward the door.

No one is leaving.

Take it easy, Patrick.

Do I look distressed?

Don't.

I will shoot you.

That goes for the rest of you as well.

Take out your weapons slowly, place them on the floor,

and push them toward me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay, Patrick.

This is... this is enough.

It's gone far enough.

No, we're just getting started.

I've waited ten years for this moment.

All those years, Red John has been smart.

One of you has been smart.

Careful. But not this time.

This time, you made a mistake.

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.

On the shoulder.

And you all...

are gonna show me...

now.

Let's go. Come on.

That's it. Take it off.

Nonsense.

Very good.

It's not what you think.

- You got it wrong. - Enough.

I'm not Red John.

Patrick, wait. Patrick!

Look... here.

Look.

On your feet.

Over with those two.

You stay there.

Okay, you three...

Over against that wall-- now.

Wait! No!

Jane!