The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 2, Episode 22 - Red Letter - full transcript

Welcome Global Human Rights Conference 2010

Where the hell is he, Stace?

Don't worry, Mr. Lynch.
I'm sure he'll be here soon.

Yeah, well, this is ridiculous.

I mean, he goes on in
less than five minutes.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

It's all right, Mr. Lynch. He's here.

All right, get him up on stage

and I'll tell everybody
he's on his way. Okay.

Mr. Brava, I'm afraid we need to hurry.

Mr. Brava, no advance copy of your speech



has been released. Why the secrecy?

Well, come hear it, and you'll know.

Can you tell us anything
about what you're going to say?

You want a sound bite? Fine.

People who traffic in humans
are like cockroaches

hiding in the dark.
(Cell phone rings)

You have to expose 'em to the light.

What do you mean, "expose"?

Will you be naming somebody?

(New text)
Meet me through the staff door, Carmen

Mr. Brava.
(Camera shutters clicking)

Wait here. Uh, Mr. Brava.

I'll be right back.
(Stacey) Mr. Brava!

(Sighs)
That was Hector Brava,
the keynote speaker



for the Human Global Conference.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

Mr. Brava?

(Sighs)
We really have to...

Help me! Somebody, please!

Andy Burnside-- Kane County Sheriff.

Agent Teresa Lisbon.
This is Patrick Jane, our consultant.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So the victim's name was Hector Brava.

He was a do-gooder.

Ran an organization called
the Sheltering Light Foundation.

They fight human trafficking.

There's a conference going on.

He was supposed to give
some kind of a speech.

So you're the psychic, huh?

- No.
- No such thing as psychics.

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Cho) All right. Thanks.

(Sighs)
Looks like cause of death

is blunt force trauma
to the back of the head.

Yeah, some of my men
found a fire extinguisher

with blood on it over there.

No, uh, usable prints on it, though.

If he was here to make a speech,
what was he doing back here?

This.

It's a text message.

"Meet me through the staff door. Carmen."

Tracking the sender now.

How many Carmens have you
I.D.'d at the hotel?

Two employees at the hotel,

another two were
attending the conference.

They all have alibis, though.
We're gonna keep looking.

He had his wallet on him,
all his credit cards,

a lot of money,
so you can rule robbery out.

Maybe. Where's his speech?

Hmm?

Well, you just said Brava was
on the way to deliver a speech.

Wouldn't he have that speech
on his person, or notes at least?

Did you find anything? No.

Find out everything
you can about the speech.

You got it.

(Moans)

What?

Uh, there's a contradiction here.

The murder itself feels improvised--

the fire extinguisher,
the semipublic location.

But the setup...

The text message was planned.

No robbery to speak of.

No assault other than
the blow to the head.

It doesn't feel like an anger killing.

It feels more like an act of desperation.

The murderer wanted to keep
Brava from doing something

or saying something.

That's just what our psychic said.

Your psychic? Kristina Frye.

You're kidding.

What, you've heard of her?

(Chuckles)

Relax.

Don't force the memory.

It'll come, and the details will emerge.

How much you paying her, Sheriff?

That's none of your business.

Oh, that much?
I'm working for the wrong people.

Ms. Frye, hi. It's nice to see you again.

You, too. Thank you. We'll talk later.

So you got the Sheriff
wrapped around your finger.

Sheriff Burnside is a man
with an admirably open mind.

Mm, yes. He's also a man
that likes to watch television

with a cat curled up asleep on his lap

while his mother sits
next to him and knits.

But I'm sure he'd prefer
that to remain a secret.

Well, I thought you said
you weren't psychic.
(Mouths words)

Oh, he is. He's just
not ready to accept it.

Actually, it was the
cat hair on your pants,

lack of wedding ring and
your general live-with-mom vibe.

But if you want to believe
that his dead Uncle Harry

came down and whispered it
in my ear, then be my guest.

Don't you ever get tired
of your own cynicism?

Oh, weary as hell.

What's the alternative?

Why don't we give them
a little bit of time to catch up?

Sorry about the mom thing.

♫ The Mentalist 2x22 ♫
Red Letter
Original air date on May 13, 2010

(Patrick)
I have a question.

What are you doing working with the cops?

I thought you were
a spiritual psychoanalyst.

Did your patients catch on to you?
(Chuckles)

I still have my practice.

Why, you looking for a therapist?

Uh, let me think about that.

No. I heard that
psychoanalysts are a disease

that present themselves as a cure.

And on top of that, you add in ghosts.

Reflexive mockery--a sign
of a troubled soul, Patrick.

You got bored, didn't you?

Got too easy taking their money.

No. I think our gift obliges us
to help other people.

Oh, is that what you think?

Mm-hmm. Our gift gives us
an obligation to help.

I like that line. I'm gonna use it.

Van Pelt says there's a problem tracing

the text message that Brava got. What?

Well, the trail leads
to an electronic dead drop.

No way to trace it back.

But she's gonna look at his
other phones, run down those calls.

And what about the speech?

There's no word yet on
whether he had it on him or not.

But we haven't talked to the wife yet.
She's inside.

(British accent)
Hector and I knew something
like this might happen.

He always said there was too much
at stake to waste time worrying.

What were you and your husband worried about?

The traffickers--

people who profit from the
enslavement of others.

Hector was tireless in his pursuit of them.

Is there anyone you can think of
who may have wanted to kill him?

Agent, my husband's received
half a dozen death threats

since Christmas. If you're asking for names,

well, we didn't make a
habit of filing the notes.

He was gonna give a speech today.
Did he have it on him?

Yes. Why?

(Lisbon)
Well, there was
some secrecy surrounding it.

Uh, do--do you know
hat he was gonna talk about?

No, I didn't.

That wasn't unusual.

Hector rarely shared the details
of his work with me.

It was his way of protecting me.

The person you need to talk
to is Russell Bigelow.

He did research for Hector.

Ilsa, um...

(Teacup clatters on table)

You've been told who I am
and what I do?

Uh, yes.

My communication
with the other side is like

a long-distance phone call
with a bad connection.

So often the messages I receive
are meaningless to me,

but not to those with ones
who've passed over, okay?

I'm really not big on this,
um, supernatural stuff.

You're not alone.

Your husband wants me to
remind you of something--

something that will make you smile.
It's, uh...

I'm getting an image of, um...
cherry blossoms?

Does that mean anything to you?

Yes. Uh...

We were married under a cherry tree.

How could you know that?

He can recall foliage from his wedding day,

but he can't tell you who killed him?

Crossing over to the other
side can be confusing.

It's a bit like waking up from anesthesia.

Sometimes it can take a
while to get real clarity.

Huh. Oh, well, makes sense.

Does the name Carmen mean anything to you?

Uh, the opera. Why?

(Exhales deeply)
(Wind chimes tinkle)

That's pretty. Uh, my turn.

Ilsa... did your husband ever cheat on you?

Did you cheat on him?

Why would you ask that?

You--you're very Noble and--and dignified.

Very stoic.

A Jackie O. thing going on there.

Uh, maybe you don't give a crap.

Maybe you're happy he's dead.

(Glass shatters)

Maybe not.

I'd like you to leave now.

Good idea.
Jane, enough fun. Let's go.

Yeah.

(Slurps)

Thank you for the tea. Very tasty.
(Teacup clatters)

(Lisbon)
Come on.

(Teresa)
Nice work.

She was hiding something.
I wanted to see what it was.

And what'd you learn?

Well, it's early days.

She's got a good arm. Did learn that.

I'm--I'm not so sure this is such a good idea

I talk about this stuff.

I-I-I'm just a researcher, you know?
I... listen, Mr. Bigelow,

we understand that you're frightened,

but we really need to know
what was in that speech.

You don't understand.
Look, trafficking generates billions.

I mean, there are governments
behind this stuff.

It's like these people can get to anybody.

I mean, Hector's death already proves that.

Then we can offer you protection, Russell.

But only if you tell us what you know.

If you don't help us, then all the work

that you've done to stop these
guys will be for nothing.

Traffickers use quasi-legit businesses

to launder their money around the world.

I watch audit trails.

We made a connection.

That's what's in Hector's speech.

What connection?

Have you ever heard of the world
anti-trafficking coalition?

One of the backers of the conference, right?

Yeah. A major charity.

It's run by a guy named Christopher Lynch.

They assisted us in shutting
down a bunch of networks,

but the trafficking continued.

The money just went someplace else.

So it took a while to trace
it, but we found out

the coalition is a front
for a trafficking group.

You know, they used us to
shut down their own competition,

building themselves a monopoly.

Here.

That the speech? My copy.

And why didn't you notify the authorities

once you figured out what was going on?

'Cause Hector said that he wanted
to denounce Lynch himself,

in public.

I said it was too dangerous,
but he just wouldn't listen.

Did Brava ever mention
anybody named Carmen to you?

No. No, not to me.

Why?

So Bigelow is saying that the people

fighting human trafficking
were traffickers. Apparently.

All right. You and Cho go talk to this Lynch.

- See what he has to say for himself.
- Okay, you got it.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Man)
Are you guys joking?

Because your humor's in bad taste.

Hector was a close colleague
and a good friend.

Who was planning to give a
speech that would identify

your coalition as a front
for human traffickers,

Mr. Lynch. He named you specifically.

(Laughs) Look, someone is leading
you down the garden path, gentlemen.

Okay, there's no basis of truth in this.

Surely you can see that it's
in the traffickers' interest

to split us up, get us suspecting each other.

Looks like Brava went past suspecting you.

Oh, please.
Hector saw conspiracies everywhere.

You know, he liked being in the spotlight.

We read the speech.
It makes a pretty convincing case.

Okay, look.
We're gonna clear this up right now.

I will have my lawyers give you
access to all our records,

and then you will see that the
coalition has nothing to hide.

Does the name "Carmen" mean anything to you?

No. Can you think of anybody
who'd want to kill Brava?

Oh, yeah, maybe only a few hundred people.

I ju--uh, wait a second.

One thing.

Second night of the convention,

I saw Hector having an argument
with a man named Tariq Sharif

outside the hotel bar,

and for my money, the
argument was about a woman.

How could you tell?
Because I know these guys,

and they definitely weren't
having a discussion

about immigration policy.

How's it coming with Lynch?

Says a man called Tariq Sharif
was fighting with Brava.

I'm checking for an I.D. on Sharif right now.

I took a look at the records that
Lynch's lawyer e-mailed over.

First glance, couldn't find
anything that supports

Brava's accusations.
I checked Lynch's phone records.

He made a single call right after we left

the interview to an
anonymous disposable cell.

Does it say where it originated?
Here's the weird thing...

The call ends at a cell tower
out in the middle of nowhere.

That is weird. Right?
So we figured maybe we'd go check it out.

All right.

Here we go. I got him.

Here's Tariq Sharif.

♪

I'll see if anybody's
seen Sharif.

Excuse me.

Have you seen him?

He's about 6'2", gray hair, mustache?

He's by the pool. Okay.

♪

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Mr. Sharif?

Yes?

We're with the CBI.

Agent Lisbon. Mr. Jane.

Won't you sit down?

Well, don't mind if we do.

I was just telling Mr.
Sharif that his spirit is troubled.

There's a wrong that he burns to rectify.

Mm, interesting.

Hector was an old friend. I, uh, pushed him

to take up the trafficking problem.

Naturally, I feel responsible.

They're great glasses.

Yeah. Could--could I try those?

Uh, no. Okay.

Mr. Sharif, why don't you
take off the sunglasses?

(Chuckles)

Now.

(Sighs)

(Patrick) Oh!
(Glasses clatter)

You got a... owie.

It was a misunderstanding. He was drunk.

It didn't have anything to
do with Ilsa, by any chance?

(Chuckles)
- It was nothing like that.
- It was exactly like that.

You have a strong connection
with Ilsa--a bond.

See?

(Sighs and clears throat)
Ilsa and I were very close.

Uh... (Exhales deeply)

By chance, we found ourselves
here alone on the first night.

I expressed my deep admiration for her.

She returned my feelings but
was afraid to act on it.

Hector found out.

Hypocrite that he is, he attacked me.

How is he a hypocrite?
Because he was unfaithful to her.

Mm. I did say.

You did.

Mr. Sharif, you were saying
that Mr. Brava was unfaithful?

I'm a pacifist, not a coward.

You don't strike me without repercussions.

I went to his suite the night
before he died to confront him.

A woman was leaving.

It wasn't Ilsa.

Was it someone from the conference?

(Laughs)
It wasn't that kind of woman.

She was young, pretty,
uh, cheap clothes.

I assume she was a prostitute. Carmen.

'Keep out'

(Cho) Far as I can tell,

this is the only structure
within a half mile

of the cell tower Lynch's
call stopped at.

- Well, I don't see anything.
- Nope. Not a thing.

(Sighs)

Think they have dogs?

Probably.

(Sighs)

(Grunts)

(Muffled crying in distance)

Hey, listen.

There.

(Infant crying)

(Grunts)

(Thud, chains rattling)

(Latch clicks)

(Women scream)

(Gasping and panting)

(Crying)

(Speaking indistinctly)

You have misread
the situation, agents.

I am entirely ignorant
of whatever it is

that you are accusing me of.
(Rigsby) You're lying.

(Papers rustle)

We've got the phone records.
(File smacks)

You called your goons and told 'em

to lock those women up so
your guys could escape.

I'm sorry. Goons? What goons?
And records can be faked.

No, those women in the truck--that was you.

Hector Brava-- that was you, too.

(Chuckles)
You're wrong.

I weep for those poor souls you found.

And as I said, Hector was a dear friend.

What about Carmen?

Who's Carmen?

And where's my lawyer?

(Clicks tongue)
Tough.

Sociopath. Wolf among the sheep.

He's a caught wolf now.

Phone call's enough to connect him

to about 20 different felony charges,

not even counting the homicide.

He's going away for a long time.

- She likes you, that one.
- Which one?

- The blonde one.
- What?

And you like her.

Wha--I'm not so sure
I know where this is headed.
(Telephone ringing in distance)

You know exactly where this is headed.

Do you ever consider dating again?

Do you?

How did we get to this point so quickly?

I'm just saying, I think
it would be a good thing.

What would?

Uh, charging Lynch with Brava's murder.

How close are we?

A confession would help.

Well, why don't you ask one of her spirits?

I'm sure they'll provide the
evidence that's needed. (Chuckles)

Where are you going?

This case is solving itself without me.

I have errands to run.

Lisbon.

Yeah.

Christopher Lynch didn't kill Brava.

No. The emotion he was trying
to conceal was contempt.

Lynch didn't consider him worth killing.

A deeply evil man, but not one
who committed this crime.

Mm.
(Elevator bell dings)

(Elevator doors close)
Thank you. (Clears throat)

What if I didn't say "spirits"?
What if I said "instincts"?

Would that be something
you could accept?

Oh, well, maybe.

'Cause they're telling me to come with you.

Are they? Why?

'Cause the last time you
spoke with Ilsa Engels,

she threw a teacup at your head.

It was a saucer. It wasn't a teacup.

And who said I'm going to see Ilsa Engels?

Tell me that you're not.

She thinks well of me.

I can communicate with her husband.
(Chuckles)

And she'll only talk to you if I'm there.

Well, I guess I have no choice
but to bring you along with me.

You think you manipulated me
into coming with you, don't you?

(Elevator bell dings)
No, I don't. I think you
manipulated me into thinking

I manipulated you into coming with me.
(Elevator doors open)

Okay, I'm just gonna come straight out,
and I'm gonna say

I'm sorry for the, uh, obnoxious
infidelity remarks earlier,

and I humbly beg your forgiveness.

Mm.

Sorry.

Would you mind talking to us
a little bit about Tariq Sharif?

He was drunk. He said things
he shouldn't have said,

and I excused myself from his company.

And then your husband
punched him in the face.

I didn't tell Hector to hit him,

if that's what you're asking.

I won't pretend I'm particularly
sad that Hector punched him.

He said things that he--

he acted like a pig and an ass.

A pig and an ass? That can't be good.

We need to ask you again
about the night before Hector died.

(Exhales deeply) I, um...

I had a department meeting.

I stayed up in Berkeley.

And, um, is there any chance

that a woman could've been
visiting with Hector that night?

If Tariq said that, he's lying.

He wouldn't dare say that
if Hector was still alive.

It's disgusting.

Disgusting.

Um, well, I-I guess I should go.

Okay. Well, I still have some business

to attend to here, so, uh...

Yeah, I'm gonna catch a cab out front.

Okay.

Okay.

Oh, nice call on the cherry blossoms,

by the way. How so?

The wedding photograph--
March '97, D.C.

March through to April

is the annual Cerry Blossom Festival in D.C.

Patrick, you credit me with
far too much cunning.

You're very good. Very compelling.

Thank you.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

Lisbon.

Meet me at the hotel bar.

(Snaps phone shut)

Cheers. Oh, sweetheart,
there you are. Join us.

Uh, I've got us a room,
and our friend here...

Novella.

Novella. She's gonna help us
explore some boundaries.

No, she's not.

Work with me, Teresa.

You're pretty, uh,

well, you're pretty adventurous, right?

Because my--my lady,

she--she gets a little out there at times.

Gettin' there now.

Let's go upstairs and see.

You just have to work things out with Howie.

Okay. Barkeep!

How can I help you?

Another bottle of the good stuff?

Uh, no, thanks. Uh...
(whispers) you're the pimp?

Hey. Not nice.

Well, business manager, then.

Concerned friend.

Whatever. We'd like to take
our little soiree upstairs

to a more private location.

Novella says that we have to talk to you.

If it's gonna be the two of you,
it's gonna be extra.

(Sighs)

Sure. She's paying.

I should probably tell you
that I am Agent

for the California
Bureau of Investigation.

Oh, wow.

She has a gun, too. And handcuffs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This is entrapment. I want a lawyer.

What you want is to take
a look at this picture

and tell me if you recognize this man.

(Sighs)
Nope. Never seen him.

But that guy-- him I recognize.

He was in here getting
a girl just the other night.

No. No way.

Look, I might not be Denzel, but I do okay.

Besides, I couldn't afford
a prostitute on my salary,

believe me. Not for you.
For your boss, Brava.

Is that something you did a lot of--

procuring women for him?

(Scoffs)

Wow. The man's dead.

Are you seriously gonna drag
his name through the mud like this?

I'm not looking to destroy
anybody's reputation, Russell.

I just need to know what happened.

Ilsa was back in Berkeley.

He called me and said he
needed me to do him a favor.

He couldn't go down to the bar himself,

because somebody would recognize him.

Somebody could've recognized you.

Nobody did.

I was lucky.

It was hard for you.

Sure.

Sure, it would've been easier
if he didn't do it at all,

but... (chuckles)

Look, a-all I could do was just
keep him from getting caught.

Is there anything you can
tell us about the girl?

Uh... I think her name was... Claret.

Claret. It's French.

What did Brava mean when he said
he wanted to make it regular?

Well, I mean, not, like, actually regular,

because he died and all,

but every Thursday afternoon,
it was gonna be.

He had a place up in Oakland, he told me.

Do you have an address?

Sure. And a key, too.

- I think it's this one on the left.
- Yeah.

(Keys jangle)

(Lock clicks)

So would you ever,
uh... (sighs)

You know...

Pay for sex? No.

Yeah. It's weird, right?

Weird? No. Expensive.

Hey.

Check this out.

"Carmen."

Bingo.

(Lisbon) What do you got?

(Cho) Well, we tracked
Carmen's phone number.

It's an apartment rented to a Sally Alvarez.

So "Carmen" was just a
name she used for work?

Mm. Alvarez has been picked up
a couple times for soliciting,

once for possession.

She skipped on that apartment
about a month ago,

but her P.O. gave us an address
that was good as of last week.

Call Burnside.
Tell him we're gonna pick her up.

Hey, boss. There was a Carmen Reyes
who called Brava

on his hotel phone twice
the night before he died.

Left her name on the hotel messaging system.

There's no record of Sally Alvarez
calling the hotel-- home or cell.

Where did the call originate from?

Sunset Horizon Motor Court in San Desidera.

A Carmen Reyes checked in two days ago.

She's still there. All right.

Then we've got two locations
to look for her at.

Or we have two Carmens.

Two Carmens?

Two Carmens.
What does that mean, two Carmens?

Well, it means things are
getting interesting.

Ah, well, as long as it's
interesting for you.

I'll go with Van Pelt.

There's just something about motels--

old-fashioned and illicit,
both at the same time.

Is that an invitation?

Whoa. Well, look at you, just
showing up like a bad Penny.

I had a premonition you'd be here.

Really?

No. Lisbon told me.

Upstairs. 204.

Grace, you know Kristina? Yeah.

- Hi.
(Kristina) Hi.

Did your psychic powers
tell you to come?

I did have an instinct you were about to get

a break in this case.
(Patrick) Oh, I think you might have just

made Agent Van Pelt's day.

(Van pelt)
We're looking for Carmen Reyes.

Actually, we have two addresses for her.

This is just one of 'em.
Her real name is Sally Alvarez.

Wait a second. Sally Alvarez.
I know that name.

She communicated with me a short time ago.

She's passed over.

I'm pretty sure she's still in there.

(Knocks on door)

Sally?

(Knocks)
Sally?

Open it up.
(Lock clicks)

Step back, sir.
(Man) Oh.

She's down.

- Hey, Cho.
(Cho) We found Sally Alvarez.

She's been dead for about six hours.

Blunt force trauma to the head.

She's dead? Oh, my God. That's amazing.

Why? Kristina Frye said Sally passed over.
She predicted it.

She did? Yes.

Can I have that? Thank you.

Cho, please do not believe
this mystic mumbo jumbo.

Gullible Grace buried the lead.

(Patrick) I was right.
There were two Carmens. There were?

That's right, and we have
the real one right here.

Carmen Reyes.

She claims to be Hector Brava's daughter.

A year ago, my mother was
diagnosed with cancer.

Uh, it got bad very fast.

She was gone in less than a month.

Before she died, she told me
Hector Brava was my father.

And after the funeral, I wrote to him.

I never heard back.

I thought maybe he'd forgotten her.

I wrote there was nothing I wanted from him,

only to meet the man who was my father.

He still didn't answer?

I saw somewhere that he was
delivering a speech here.

(Chuckles)
I thought I'd go confront him.

You were angry.

I wanted to talk to him.

Did you?

When?

The morning he died?

The night before.

I went to his suite.

What happened?

He let me in.

He was friendly,

until I told him I was his daughter.

He got very upset and angry.

(Carmen)
He said, I could not be his daughter.

He said, he already met his daughter,

and what kind of scam was I trying to play?

He turned so pale and shook all over.

He threw me out of the
room and locked the door,

so I left.

And that was last time you saw him?

On the news, it said what happened.

I didn't know what to do.

And what about the text message?

Did you send that?

I don't have a phone.

So is she telling the truth?

I'm not sure.

Brava's spirit is deeply conflicted.

I can't get a clear reading.
What are you using, dial-up?

(Lisbon) My question is,
if she's telling the truth,

why was Sally Alvarez pretending
to be Carmen Reyes?

I talked to Bigelow.

He kept a record of all work correspondences

but didn't have anything to do
with Brava's personal letters.

There's no way to know if her
story checks out or not.

If Brava's her father, she's got motive.

She's not the only one.

(Ilsa)
I could never have children.

Is it true?

Is she really Hector's daughter?

We don't know, ma'am.

She's agreed to take a paternity test.

I think she might be telling the truth.

So you think she might be
the one that killed Hector.

Well, maybe... and then maybe it was you.

I have to say, ma'am, I-it's
pretty hard to believe

that you didn't know about his behavior.

Yes, I knew.
Hector was a passionate and heroic man

who devoted himself to helping others.

His flaws were correspondingly oversized.

And his behavior was okay with you?

I accepted it.

The good in him outweighed the bad.

If he'd told me, maybe I could've
done something to prevent it.

Maybe I could've saved him. What for?

How could you not want to get away
from his serial philandering,

from the prison of your loveless marriage?
That's not true!

I loved my husband, and he loved me!

Well, maybe we can get
in contact with him now.

You could do that, couldn't you?

It would certainly clear up a few things.

Would you do that?
Would you talk to my husband?

Yes, Ilsa.

What are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?

Okay, so Van Pelt is bringing Carmen.

Rigsby's gonna bring Richard Bigelow.

Cho is gonna pick up Tariq Sharif and Stacey.

So we're all set.

What's all set for what?

We're all set for, uh, Kristina Frye

to contact Hector Brava's spirit.

I need everybody connected with his passing.

Okay. Well, uh, I guess...
(Clears throat)

(Lowered voice)
Now listen, just make sure

Brava's spirit has a thirst for revenge.

He wants to put some kind
of a curse on the killer,

you know what I mean? That kind of thing.

And then I'll take it from there.
I can't do that.

Yes, you can. It is a necessary lie.

I can only contact Hector Brava's
spirit and speak as he wants me to.

To do otherwise would be to abuse my gift.

Everything okay?

Yep. Everything's good. It's perfect.

(Ilsa)
Are we starting now?

(Kristina)
Almost.

I'll just get the door.

Welcome.

(Patrick)
Come on in.

Thanks for coming.

It was your husband's request.

Your husband's daughter.

(Clears throat)

(Sighs)

Well, thank you all for coming.

Patrick will be assisting me.

So in order for this to work,

I need everybody to be calm and focused.

I want you to look at the candle
in the center of the table.

Focus on the flame
and concentrate on Hector.

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales deeply)

Now... he's here.

I can feel him.

Hector...

Who do you wish to speak to?

(Gasps)

The killer's here.

Know this--

Hector Brava says...

vengeance will come.

Your blood will spill...

(Patrick exhales deeply)
before the rising sun.

Ohh. I sense him.

(Exhales deeply)

I-I can almost see an image.

I-I-it's hazy.

Oh, it...

Ohh, it's as if it could just--

Hector. Hector, wait.

Stop. Don't go.

Show us who the killer is.

There it is.

A door.

"Employees only."

And an empty hallway.

(Footsteps echoing)

Footsteps... close...

Close...

(Thud)

Aah! Ugh!
(Gasps) Oh!

I see you.

(Richard exhales deeply)
I'm sorry.

Man, you scared me to death with that.

(Chuckles) Whew.
It's okay. You can relax, Bigelow.

It's over. I know it was you that did it.

What, because I got frantic
and fell out of my chair?

Because you managed Brava's correspondence,

you were the first one to
read Carmen's letters, yes?

You set Brava up on a date with Sally

and had her pretend to be Carmen,
and then you told Brava

that he had sex with his own daughter. Lord.

And then the real deal showed up,

so you faked Carmen's message,
and when Brava walked through

that service door, you killed him.

(Lisbon)
And you killed poor Sally Alvarez
to cover your tracks.

(Patrick) Mm-hmm.

And now you'll pay
for the crime you committed.

Your blood will spill before the sun rises.

That part I'm not so sure about.

(Bigelow)
It came in the mail.

Just out of the blue. Just a...

letter describing an affair
Brava had 20 years ago,

naming the woman and the place.

And that came from Carmen Reyes.
The real Carmen.

That gave you all the facts you
needed-- things about the affair

that only Brava and
Carmen's mother would know.

Right? Yeah.

So why'd you do it?

Why put a man through that kind of suffering?

Was it the money?

Or did you just like having
Brava in your power?

Do you know I've been running
numbers on trafficking for Brava

and setting him up on his
dates for, like, five years?

And do you think that he ever,

ever thanked me?

Said, "I'm sorry"?

Said, "I'm gonna make this
up to you one day, Russell"?

I knew Sally from a whorehouse

up in Northern California.

I told her if she pretended to be Carmen,

we could blackmail Brava and split the money.

The letter just gave us everything we needed

to make Brava think that she
was the real deal. (chuckles)

And he was not one for asking a
whole lot of questions, so...

Then the real Carmen showed up.

Yeah.

He called me as soon as she left his room,

freaked. So I played dumb.

But then the next morning, he called me

and he said, "we need to talk."

It was pretty clear he figured it out.

And so you went to the hotel

and texted Brava from the service hallway.

(Crash)

I just--I just wanted to keep him quiet.

And Sally Alvarez?
You had to keep her quiet, too, right?

You know, I was a really good researcher.

I bet.

Come on.

Agent Van Pelt, you wanted to see me?

Oh, yeah. Hi, Carmen.

I just wanted to go over a few
things in your statement.

Let's go in the kitchen.

So... (sighs)

Nice working with you.

Yeah.

Yeah, you were very good back there.

Uh, you almost had me with the whole

"I can't misuse my gift for fear
of what might happen" bit.

I did what I said I would.

I spoke the words the spirits
told me to speak, nothing more.

Really?

Don't you know me by now?

Don't you know I wouldn't lie
about a thing like that?

Ms. Frye, thank you so much.

We couldn't have closed this one without you.
Well, that's debatable.

You're welcome.

Although I have to say it looks
like the spirits got it wrong.

I guess being dead doesn't
make you infallible.

Well, what do you mean?

The killer was caught,
and justice was served.

Sure. But no blood was spilled.

Look, he's right there.

(Crunch)
Hey! Hey, hey! Murderer!

(Gasping)

Oh, come on.

That was pure luck.

Admit it.

If you say so.

Oh, I know so.

The dead are dead. You can't talk to them.

And yet I do.

Yeah...

You're very good.

I go this way.

Okay. It was nice seeing you again.

You, too.

Bye.

Kristina? Yes.

That's with a "K," right?

Yes.

You wanna go get a coffee?

I'll drink tea myself,

but you can drink as
much coffee as you want.

Yeah, I'd like that.

I can't right now, though.
I-I have to be somewhere else.

Uh, maybe some other time?

Some other time.

Sorry, not "maybe." Definitely.

Sometime soon.

Call me.