The Mentalist

Morning, captain. Agent Lisbon.

Jane, consultant. What do we have here?

Thanks for stepping in. Homicide Unit owes you one.

Jane.

- You're that psychic fella. - Right.

Me? I don't buy into that ESP crap.

- No offense. - None taken.

Here we have Ivor Rassmussen, age 34.

Address, River Park. No sign of the murder weapon.

Store security was on the scene pretty fast.

We were able to detain everybody

who was in the section at the time.

We're holding them over in the furniture department.

So, Carnac, what does Ivor say?

- He tell you who done it? - Huh.

Leather pants, musky cologne, phallic jewelry.

A ladies' man.

Went after high-end cougars with moderate success.

Casual cocaine user. Plays guitar, not well.

Works in the noncreative end of a creative business.

Advertising, maybe nothing worth killing anyone over anyway.

So he died for romantic reasons.

Where are those suspects you mentioned?

- The witnesses? - Whatever.

Take it down a notch. Take it down three notches.

Okay. Under control.

We'll get this done quick and be on our way.

Hello. We're from the CBI.

'It may well be that one of you is the murderer.'

If that's so, I'm gonna find out who.

These two are innocent. They can go.

Uh, stick around. We're gonna need a statement.

Neil.

What's the worst mistake you've ever made? Quick.

Uh, first marriage.

Good answer. Why so nervous?

I'm not. I just, I..

You. Your name?

- Candice. - Candice.

I like that name.

Oh.

Here. Thank you.

- Hey! - It's okay. I'm a consultant.

'Candice, take my advice. Forgive your mother.'

- Maybe the headaches will stop. - I love my mother.

Oh, I'm wrong. Ignore my advice.

- You. Your name. - Reed.

Excuse me. This is a joke, right?

A joke? A man has been killed here.

Is that funny to you?

- Are you amused? - No, but--

Then, sit.

Reed, quick question.

Green Lantern versus Thor. Who wins?

- Thor. - Oh, yeah.

- Why'd you kill Rassmussen? - I didn't.

Alright.

Now, you, Miss Grumpy And Entitled. What's your story?

My name is Mandy Schultz. And I'll have you know that my--

Let me guess. Your husband is a very important person.

He is, as it happens.

John's on the Modesto City Council.

Ah.

And this is totally unprofessional

and disrespectful.

I'll have my husband take this up with your superiors.

Mandy, Mandy, Mandy.

The diet pills are messing with your mind.

This is Sacramento, the big city.

Your husband means nothing here.

Okay, that's enough. Agent Lisbon?

- Give him another moment. - We don't need a moment.

Case is all but closed.

Mandy here is gonna lead us right to the murder weapon.

- What? - Take my hands.

I need physical contact to read your mind.

- You're nuts. - Prove it.

If I'm wrong, if we can't find the murder weapon

then I look like an idiot.

Yes, you will.

- What are you-- - Don't speak.

Voila!

'The murder weapon.'

This is crazy. I had no idea that was there.

How could you direct us right to it if you didn't put it there?

I didn't. I-I don't know.

But I-I didn't kill that man. I-I didn't!

She's right. She has nothing to do with the murder.

What?

I just used her as a decoy

to lull the real killer into giving me

clean directional cues.

Oh, come on. What are you talking about now?

Whatever way he didn't want us to go is the way that we went.

- Therealkiller. - Yeah.

You wanna guess who it is?

Come on, Jane.

- Neil. - Hey! Whoa!

Excuse me. No, I...wasn't.

- I-I don't even know that man. - Oh, is that right?

I'm guessing that he was having an affair

with your current wife.

You found out and you forgave her like a sucker.

He saw you here, probably smirked

and said something very clever, made you feel...small.

- Grab him! - Humiliated you!

Get him! Get him!

Stop! Stop! Uhh!

- Nice work. - What?

- Case is closed, isn't it? - 'Hey! Put it down!'

'I said drop it now!'

A dead suspect, quarter million dollars worth of damages

formal complaints of misconduct from the SPD

and the Modesto City Council.

Those damages were way padded.

All due respect, Virgil, I was trying to close the case.

It was my feeling that Red John

should be our priority given the dozen fresh leads--

Stop. Stop!

That's the nub of the problem right there, Red John.

Ever since the Tanner incident, you've been runnin' way too hot.

I fear a terminal screw-up is coming.

That's not gonna happen.

- I can handle him. - Canyou?

Maybe since he saved your life, you're going easy on him.

Maybe you feel compelled to cut him some slack.

- Mm. - No, sir.

That is absolutely not the case.

Hey, Sam, get in here.

- Lisbon. - Bosco.

Agent Bosco and his unit are taking over the Red John case.

What? No, no, no.

You have always been too close to the case

and now both of you are waytoo close.

- We need to make a change. - Can we talk about this?

No. You've worked for Agent Bosco.

'You know that he will do the job right.'

You need to let my team finish what they started.

Teresa, no offense

but you guys aren't even close to catching this guy.

Fresh set of eyes gotta be a good idea.

What do you know about the case?

Not much. He's a serial killer.

Fifteen victims, including your wife and child.

I can imagine your pain.

Maybe that pain is clouding your judgment.

Wow.

And me, Sam? What's clouding myjudgment?

Good question. You tell me.

What happened?

- We're off Red John. - What? Forever?

- He can't do that. - That's not right.

Quiet.

Look, this is my fault

but it's a wake-up call for all of us.

We've grown slack and unprofessional.

Look, we need to earn back the trust that we've lost.

From now on, we work 100% straight.

No more shortcuts. No more ga..

What are you doing?

You're leaving?

Well, frankly, if I can't use this job

to seek some kind of personal revenge

then, uh, there's not a whole lot hereforme.

I-I..

I don't make anything better.

I can't bring dead people back to life.

What good do we do?

We drive around California visiting unhappy people.

We're fighting evil and injustice.

And how's that going? Any progress lately?

We put bad guys away where they can't hurt people.

That's good enough.

I was doing more good as a psychic.

I was giving people hope, at least.

False hope, but hope anyway.

You're right. Best you leave.

That way you can go back to being a full-time fraud

and we can continue our useless jobs in peace.

Well, that's actually not what I said.

- Yes, it was. - We're up. Twenty Palms.

Let's go. You come, too, Van Pelt.

We'll take two vehicles in case we need to split up.

I'll see you when you get there.

Boss, no disrespect, but I think we need Jane.

We'll manage.

Maybe we don't close as many cases

but the ones we doclose will be closed right

by professionals.

Van Pelt, it's not a jet plane.

Okay, okay, okay.

S-sorry.

Oh, I'm not gonna leave you in the lurch.

- I'll do one more case. - Do up your seat belt.

Van Pelt, you come with me.

You guys talk to the first responders.

See what they got.

Hey, the apartment's upstairs.

We have a female Caucasian, late 30's.

Ran license down already. It's a fake.