The Mentalist

Excuse me. Can I get a comment, please?

Yes, ma'am.

We're just gonna keep you right back here.

- Captain. - Agent Lisbon.

Don't think we'll be needing you guys.

We like the neighbor kid who found the body.

- Did he confess? - Eh, he's a real squirrel. Hard to say...

- Did you kill her? - Did you kill her?

Mercy's father would like to give a brief statement.

I just wanna take a moment and thank everyone in law enforcement...

...and all the volunteers who helped us in the search for our beloved daughter.

The way that this entire community has come together to support me...

...and Juniper in this terrible time has been of great comfort to us.

And now I would just like to ask that...

...you give us some time, space and privacy to grieve for our daughter. Thank you.

Hello, Mrs. Tolliver.

- Who are you? - My name's Patrick Jane.

I'm here to help you.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Yes, I would. Thank you.

You must be tired.

Why don't you sit down?

It's nice and quiet in here, isn't it?

Quiet, soothing, calm.

Calm.

I've been watching you and your husband...

...and I want you to know that I understand what you're feeling right now.

You have no idea.

Believe me.

I do. I know.

- I know, and I wanna help you. - You can't help me.

- What do you know? - All sorts of things.

- You really only pretend to like skiing, right? - Yes, but...

You're pleased that your best friend recently gained some weight.

About 10 pounds. You wish you'd been more adventurous when you were younger.

You love India, but you've never been there. You have trouble sleeping.

Your favorite color...

...is blue.

I don't understand. You're...?

- You're psychic? - Ha, no.

Just paying attention.

I used to make a good living pretending to be a psychic.

I tell you this because I want you to understand...

...there's no point hiding things from me.

Hiding what?

You know what I see when I look at your husband?

I see a warm, loving, generous man.

A little vain, maybe. Selfish. Controlling. But a decent man.

Yes.

So why do you suspect him of murdering your daughter?

I don't.

- The McCluskey boy did it. - Yes, that's what the police say.

But you think they're wrong. Why?

I don't know. I don't know. I...

Tell me.

The last year, they have been so strange with each other.

And neither one would admit that anything was wrong. And I think that...

I think that she tried to tell me once, and I didn't... I...

God. Oh, God.

Did you ask him if he killed her?

What would he say?

Most wives can tell when their husbands are lying.

Yes. Yes.

I... I don't want... Uh... The McCluskey boy did it.

Maybe.

You think he did it too?

I trust a mother's instinct.

June?

There you are.

Hi. Who are you?

I'm the police. Did you kill your daughter?

How dare you?

I asked you a simple question, sir. Did you kill your daughter?

- No. I did not kill my daughter. - Oh.

Now, you get the hell out of my house.

June?

June, what's the matter with you?

I'm gonna have your badge.

An innocent man would've punched me by now.

I am gonna make life miserable for you.

You come in here, you accost my wife. You cause trouble, uh...

June.

June, honey, please...

Shots fired. Inside.

Move, move!

Hey.

Honestly, it's not as bad as it looks.

Mrs. Tolliver? Mrs. Tolliver? Please wait.

Front room's clear.

Then the son of a bitch eagles 17.

Are you kidding me? On that course?

A damn eagle?

That course never suited you, Price. We'll do better in Orlando.

- We have a nice spot on the draw. - Well, I'll tell you what.

Davis Love III can kiss my butt.

Alison? Alison?

Flight 233 from Sacramento...

...you may claim your baggage from Carousel 2.

Flight 233 from Sacramento...

Uh, sorry.

You checked luggage? What are you, on vacation?

- No, ma'am. Won't do it again. - When your trousseau arrives...

...pick up the second rental and go to the sheriff's department.

Hustle us up a couple of rooms, furniture and phone lines.

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, let's go.

Morning, everybody.

- How was your flight? - Go away. You're on suspension.

Thank you.

- Mandated leave. Ends next week. - So come back next week.

- Hot enough for you? - Which one of you jackasses told him?

- It was you, wasn't it, Cho? - Yes.

Of course he called me. It's Red John. Can't keep me out of this.

Why would you want to?

You got a man killed. There's consequences.

A man that murdered his daughter because she wouldn't have sex with him?

You did not know that. If she hadn't left the diary...

But she did, though. Be reasonable. This is my case.

- Your case? - Red John's mine.

Red John doesn't belong to anyone.

He belongs to me.

It's not my call. Rules are rules. Come back next week.

Don't let this man past.

Boss.

We have Gregory Tannen, Caucasian, male, 43, single.

We haven't opened him up yet, but...

Sorry I went over your head. I'll redeem myself, I promise.

You want redemption, be silent.

- Okay, I can learn to do that. - Shh.

Sorry.

Burn marks here indicate that the victim was subdued with a stun gun...

...standard civilian model, by the look of it.

Death appears to be caused by several blows to the back of the skull...

...consistent with the bloody golf club found at the scene.

Female is Alison Randolph, 27, married, no children.

They were found at her listed residence. TOD looks to be early Saturday evening.

On Alison, we have stun-gun marks...

...followed by binding with tight, black, plastic ligatures...

...frenzied cutting and stabbing assault of the torso, and abuse of the viscera.

- Textbook Red John. - Who found the bodies?

This one's husband, coming home from the airport with his brother.

- He's a pro golfer. - Oh, yeah?

Price Randolph?

- What's her deal with him? Do we know? - He's on file as one of her physicians.

- Making a house call? - Lovers?

No. This one's gay.

Dr. Wagner might know what their relationship was.

He's here to make the formal ID.

Okay.

Dr. Wagner. Hi.

I'm Agent Teresa Lisbon, California Bureau of Investigation.

- What's your connection to the victims? - Well, I work with Gregory.

Dr. Tannen and the Randolph family are long-time clients of our practice.

- Are house calls the norm at your practice? - No.

Gregory and Alison were close friends.

- Lovers? - No. He was gay.

No, they were just friends.

- What in God's name happened to them? - Looks like Red John.

- Who's Red John? - We don't know who did this.

We'll be in touch probably. Thank you.

Tracy wanna set up? Here?

Yeah, that's good.

Red John enters here.

Excuse me. Sorry.

He comes around here.

He waits for her, expecting her to come in alone.

Only thing, her friend Tannen chose the wrong night...

...to come over for a Richard Gere and ice-cream orgy.

So Red John zaps them both with his trusty stun gun...

...and... Excuse me.

Grabs a five iron from the bag here...

...and... Ugh!

Crushes Tannen's skull.

Then he takes his sweet time dealing with Alison how he likes.

She's a nice big girl...

...so unless he's pretty strong, I'm guessing that he grabbed her by the arms...

...and dragged her down the hall.

He says he's sorry for all the pain he's caused you and your mother.

Deeply sorry.

He asks you to forgive him.

Can you do that Jenny?

- He needs to hear it. - I forgive you, Daddy.

- Oh, yes. - I forgive you.

He's smiling now.

There are tears of joy.

He says, "God bless you and keep you."

He's gone.

- Amazing, amazing. Amazing. - She's amazed.

- Patrick... - One second.

- Give him some time. - Abso... Come on back to us.

- I'm back. Thank you. - He's back. Ha-ha-ha.

So, Patrick, I understand that you're also sort of a paranormal detective.

- Is that right? - I try to help the police when I can.

And you're helping them hunt this scary serial killer.

- What's his name? Red John. - Red John.

There she blows. Classic Red John smiley face.

Drawn in the victims' blood, clockwise, with three fingers of his right hand...

...wearing a rubber kitchen glove.

- I'm stoked to finally see one in the flesh. - This isn't Red John.

Right.