The Mentalist

Right. Agents?

Ma'am. Agent Hightower.

Yeah. All right. Narcotics needs help getting intel

on a meth house in the southwest.

I said I could spare two of you. Sure. We'll get it.

Van Pelt and Cho.

What's the job?

It's hard to believe there's intel in these.

There better be. It's dripping on my feet.

Hightower knows about Rigsby and me.

Noticed that.

She knows, but she hasn't said anything.

Why do you think that is? No idea.

If you could guess. I wouldn't.

I can't stop thinking about it.

That's just gonna get you in trouble.

Can you help me? Can you help me?

What happened to you?

I lost my shoe.

Can you tell me where I am?

I'm--I'm gonna call this in, all right?

Ma'am. Ma'am.

Can you...

Okay. All right.

We're gonna get you some medical attention. Come on. Okay.

Come over here and sit down. Okay.

What's your name?

Mm.

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Grace.

Hey. She said she can't remember who she is,

where she came from or what happened.

No I.D. Nothing on her at all.

Where's Lisbon? She's on her way.

E.M.T.s think the bullet grazed the victim's head.

I thought we should talk to her here.

She lost her shoe, so she couldn't have walked far.

The crime scene's probably nearby. Good thinking.

So should we wait for Lisbon or...

Nah. Hi.

I'm Patrick Jane. How you doing?

My head hurts.

I don't remember who I am.

Hold my hand.

I'm gonna try and help with the pain.

Okay, I want you to concentrate

and let the pain flow out through your arm

and into my hand.

Just let it flow, like water.

Ah, I can feel it.

Can you feel that?

Yes.

Can you feel it flowing? Yeah.

The pain is flowing away.

Tell me your name.

Don't reach.

Just wait for it.

I can't.

Ah, that's okay.

That's okay.

What were you doing this morning, before you got hurt?

I can't.

It's okay. Don't worry.

Tonight, then, before my friends found you, what were you doing?

I-I was in a room.

It's cold.

Can you see anything?

It's--it's too dark.

Were you sitting in a chair or were you lying down?

Lying down. On the floor or on the bed?

On the floor.

There's...

Dirt and straw.

It makes me cough.

What does it smell like? Horses.

That's fantastic.

Grace?

Yeah. We're looking for a stable.

Yeah.

Her shoe.

Yeah, that's her shoe.

Okay.

Okay.

All right.

Guys, there's a light switch right here.

Oh.

Uh-oh.

The bullet creased her skull. It didn't fracture the bone,

but a hit like that can knock you around something wicked.

She could have been unconscious for a while.

Shooter probably thought she was dead

and dumped her with the other bodies.

What about the amnesia?

I don't know what to tell you.

Retrograde amnesia usually recedes with time,

but I don't know how fast that'll happen.

Okay, what I want you to do is just focus on the queen.

Here's the lady. Now you saw where she is.

There's the lady.

Okay. Now tell me...

Where's the queen?

Wrong. First boy you ever kissed.

I don't know.

What's your first name? I don't know. I'm sorry.

Look, there she was. She was always there.

Right in the middle. And the point being?

Oh, I'm just making sure she has amnesia,

which, by the way, you do.

It's hard to lie when you're thinking about something else.

Great.

We're checking our missing persons database,

then we'll run your prints. Something'll probably come up.

Find somebody to come in and print her. Okay.

Agent Hightower.

Morning, Lisbon. As soon as it's practical,

I want to see you, Van Pelt and Rigsby in my office.

I've been meaning to address this issue for a while,

but there's been so much coming across my desk,

I haven't had the time.

First off, neither of you is denying

you're in a sexual relationship?

Are you? No.

No, ma'am.

You work together, you develop feelings.

Nothing wrong with that.

But you know very well it's against CBI rules,

and like I tell my kids, rules are rules.

If you want to stay together, that's your choice.

But one of you has to transfer out of the unit.

If you both want to stay in the unit,

then you can't be together.

That's what it is.

Give me your decision tomorrow at the latest.

Questions?

No, ma'am. No.

Okay.

Lisbon, stay a moment.

Why didn't you handle this situation yourself?

I won't defend what I did, ma'am--

I understand these two sneaking around,

but you're their superior.

I expect more.

I'll be writing a corrective memo.

That's it.

Thank you for your time.

I don't want to talk about it.

Cho, where are we with the victims?

I verified the two I.D.s we found at the scene.

Janine and Mitchell Langham from Chico,

both in their 50s, no family in state.

Neighbor said that they were hiking in Kasten State Forest.

That's 100 miles from where we found them.

Well, what about the third victim?

Same as the Jane Doe. No I.D. Of any kind.

The coroner says he's in his early 20s.

I put his prints into the system.

Van Pelt, did you get any hits on them?

Van Pelt?

Uh, I'll check. I'll check.

The coroner thinks that they were shot

with a high-powered rifle-- the Langhams up close,

our Jane Doe and the unidentified male from a distance.

Do either of the Langhams have a record?

No.

I think we can set the Langhams aside.

I think they were by-products.

Weren't planned. Oh?

Yeah.

The first two victims were shot from a distance,

I.D.s were taken.

Two victims were shot up-close. I.D.s were not taken.

Clearly, the first two victims were the targets.

And when the Langhams roll up to the scene,

wrong place, wrong time.

Killer shoots the Langhams, freaks out.

Doesn't bother to take their I.D.S.

Doesn't even notice

that one of the first victims that he shot was only wounded.

We got a hit on the male victim's prints.

His name's Leonard Railton,

native American, lived on the Storm River reservation.

That's right next to the state forest.

Oh, he's been in and out of the system

since his early teens-- mostly small stuff,

a couple of drug busts.

No family listed. His emergency contact is his parole officer.

Go and go show Jane Doe a picture of Leonard

and the Langhams. It's worth a shot. Okay.

You guys check out the trail that the Langhams were hiking.

It sounds like something's going on up there.

Let's go talk to Railton's P.O. Hey.

There's no point in hiding your frustration with Hightower.

I mean, sooner or later,

you're just gonna explode with suppressed rage.

With any luck, you'll be next to me.

Well, that's what I'm worried about.

Grace.

You okay?

Sure.