The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 2, Episode 5 - Red Scare - full transcript

Hello?

What the hell?

Beckworth Mansion,
Eagle Creek, California

I appreciate your people
coming in on this, agent lisbon.

Haven't handled many
homicides-- none, in fact.

Frankly, I'm looking to learn from you.

Not a problem, deputy fisher.

Small town. We don't get much trouble.

Well, that's a shame.

Trouble's your business.

You could say.



Victim's
alan foster--

43 years old, married, no children.

Architect. He bought the
house a few months back,

Said he was gonna rehab it.

Was the wife with him last night?

No, she was in the city. They
have a house in san francisco.

I sent a man to break the news.

Was anybody else in the house with him?

Nobody as far as we can tell.

I don't know what to say.

The house was locked up tighter
than a drum when I got here.

Took me half an hour just
to shut off the alarm.

Cho, check the alarm system.

Either the victim let somebody
in, or they broke in someplace.



It's a shame. Foster
seemed like a nice guy.

Whoa, that's a lie. You
didn't like him one bit.

- W--i-I didn't say
that. - Yes, you did.

You thought he was rich,
arrogant, pretentious,

An interloper. He wore those
trendy architect's glasses.

Did you kill him?

Did i...

No.

No.

What kind of question is that?

He's got something in his hand.

- Jane! Gloves.
- Right.

A brass button with the letter "b"?

That mean something to you, deputy?

No.

What's this guy's problem?

That would take way too long to answer.

Let's take a look inside.

Okay. It's this way.

Clear signs of struggle
rules out suicide.

That, and suicides usually open
the window before they jump.

What's troubling you, fisher?

What? Nothing. What
are you talking about?

That button made your pupils dilate.

Now you've gone pale.

What's up, fisher? What's troubling you?

Well, it occurred to me that the button

Could stand for "beckworth,"

- And I got a little chill, that's all.
- Who's beckworth?

Walter beckworth.

He was the original owner
of this house--built it.

Died 80-something years ago.
People say he haunts the place.

I've heard the stories
since I was a kid,

- But nobody believes them.
- Right.

Guy from the security
company ran the alarm history.

It's been up 6 hours since last night

Until the deputies turned
it off this morning.

No alarms or interruptions of service.

As far as I can tell, no one's
entered or left this building

- Except the victim.
- But that's impossible. Isn't it?

Spooky.

I'm not saying volunteering
is better work than this,

But it makes me feel better
at the end of the day.

I see people smiling
because of what I've done.

There's something, i
don't know, joyous in it.

How often do we see
people smile in this job?

Leaving or crazy, never

The coroner took foster's body.

I'm gonna get his wife and
bring her to the office.

- Lisbon and jane are up on the porch.
- Okay, thanks.

She's volunteering
at a homeless kitchen.

That's cool.

There's a man there.
I think she's, you know

Banging home with this guy

No! A volunteer. A
chef. And she's not--

I don't know. Not yet...
maybe... I think...

I don't... no.

Dude, you need counseling.

Somehow the killer got into the house

Without tripping the
alarm or turning it off.

So the killer didn't come
through the front door.

Probably found some kind
of hole in the system.

Check the grounds and inside the house.

- Find out how they got in.
- On it.

Grace, you're the spiritual
sort. Do you believe in ghosts?

I believe the spirit survives death,

And a troubled spirit
can make itself known.

Oh, come on. You don't seriously
think there's a ghost here.

Meh. I don't know.

If you see one, let me know.

CBI HQ, Sacramento. California

How long had your husband been
staying at beckworth mansion,

Mrs. Foster?

Off and on for about three
weeks, since we closed on it.

Why? It's pretty run-down.

To get a feel for the house
before he worked on it.

He said you should
spend a month in a house

Before you thought about changing it.

He's conscientious that way...

Or was conscientious that way.

We can take a break if you'd like.

No, no, no. Let's--
let's just get through it.

- So you were at home the night of your husband's murder?
- Yes.

We have to ask--is there
anyone who can verify that?

Um, no, I was alone.

Alan had been at the mansion all week.

Was it common for you and your
husband to be apart that long?

It was not uncommon when
he started a project.

He got immersed.

Who might have wanted
to hurt your husband?

Oh, I can tell you who
was angry with him--

Victoria abner.

- Who's she? -She's this
hippie-dippy woman who lives in town,

And she weaves linens and rugs.

She used to own beckworth.

She's a descendant of
the man who built it.

She resented your husband
for buying the place?

But not at first.

There were tax issues that
came with the property,

So we thought she'd be
glad to be rid of it.

But... about a week after we closed,

She just blew up, claimed
that alan stole the house.

It was vicious.

Did she ever threaten your husband?

She sent some pretty scary e-mails.

Excuse me.

We need to see those e-mails.

What?

Walter beckworth
was killed in 1928--

Fight over a woman. You know how?

No, and I don't care.

He was thrown out of
the exact same window

That alan foster was
thrown out of. Coincidence?

Yes.

Yeah. Well, it's all here.
Is that, uh, foster's widow?

I need to talk to her.

Mrs. Foster? Patrick jane.

Did your husband see or hear
anything odd at the mansion--

Strange sightings, unusual
noises, apparitions?

As a matter of fact, alan did
mention some strange things.

What kind of things? Um,
in the last week or so

He heard some noises
at night, like groans.

He said sometimes it looked
like things were being moved.

I know it's a little creepy,
but alan wasn't too bothered.

He was used to old houses.

What does this have
to do with how he died?

Victoria abner has no
arrests, but three years ago

A neighbor took out a restraining order

Against her--some argument
about the neighbor's dog.

Victoria got a little
in-your-face about it.

Go and see how mad she really was

- About foster buying the mansion.
- Okay.

And be sure to ask about the ghost, too.

Do not ask about ghosts.

Don't you think I
know what you're doing?

No ghosts.

The ghost has something
to do with foster's death.

No, it doesn't, because
ghosts don't exist.

Don't exist in your mind,

But if you believe they
exist, then they exist.

Anything?

No pry marks on any
of the frames so far,

No footprints under the windows.

I don't see any sign of forced entry.

Maybe it was a ghost.

Ghosts don't throw
200-pound men out windows.

What do ghosts do?

I have no idea. Let's
check the other side.

So you gonna keep volunteering
at the, uh, kitchen?

Oh, yeah.

Making a lot of new friends, I expect.

I am.

Yeah, that's the great thing
about doing volunteer work.

You meet so many new people
that have the same kind

Of values and interests as you.

- Right. Hey, look at that.

- What? The lock on
the door-- looks new.

Someone cut it open.

Well, if they haven't started
work on the house yet...

All the power tools are missing.

What's there?

You think ghosts smoke filtered?

Boss, someone broke into a storage area,

Stole a whole bunch of
equipment and supplies.

Maybe they broke into the house, too.

Can I help you?

I see you specialize in local history.

Mr...

Raimey. Philip raimey. Yes, and you are?

Looking for information
on walter beckworth.

Are you with the police?

Here about the foster incident?

Yes, but don't tell anyone.

Patrick jane.

Well, mr. Jane, if it's
beckworth you're interested in,

You've come to the right place.

Thank you.

Great store.

Agent cho, of course I
was angry with foster.

If someone stole your home,
wouldn't you be angry as well?

- He bought the house, mrs. Abner.
- You don't understand.

A house you haven't lived
in since you were a child.

That's not the point.

Sorry. I didn't know
you were with somebody.

Oh, this is my nephew drew.

Agent cho is asking
questions about alan foster.

He wants to know why I was so upset

With the man who stole beckworth.

- It is a complicated issue.
- No, it's not that complicated.

There are many factors
to be considered--

Economic and emotional.

My nephew is a lawyer.
He's very sensible.

That's good, because I'm not.

There are no factors to consider.

Foster was a thief and a liar.

You couldn't afford
the taxes on the house.

You were grateful when
he first purchased it.

What changed your mind?

You have a very good aura.

Thank you.

Excellent
color--deep red...

Grounded, realistic.

And foster's aura was pink,

Dirty pink.

That's dishonesty, fecklessness.

When he came to me

He said he wanted to preserve Beckworth.

He lied to me.

He wanted to gut it--
my childhood home,

And I couldn't let him do that.

Look, agent, the beckworth
mansion is understandably

A very emotional subject for my family,

But whatever she may have felt or said,

My aunt is incapable of hurting anybody.

Where were you last night?

In my home,

In my bed, not killing Alan Foster.

What about you?

I was here. I've been
staying with my aunt

On and off ever since she
was forced to sell the place.

He's been helping me
out with my legal things.

I'd be lost without him.

Tax liens and escrow--
nothing too complicated.

Excuse me.

Cho.

Cho, did you ask about the ghost?

No, you heard lisbon.

I am talking to the local historian.

Apparently, Beckworth was
deeply involved in spiritualism.

Liked to explore the world beyond,

Held sences and all
that kind of malarkey.

So ghosts are relevant, my friend.

This is very important.

Cho?

Don't leave me hanging.

Ma'am, do you know anything
about ghost at the mansion?

Of course.

That's the spirit of my
grandfather Walter Beckworth.

He used to visit me when I was a child.

She says there's a ghost.

Thank you. No surprise there.

Mmm. Clover honey?

Yes, as a matter of fact it is.

- Jane?
- Mm. Sorry.

Uh, Mr. Raimey says there's
also a hidden treasure there.

Rumored treasure, purely rumored.

Rumored treasure

Some fortune Beckworth hid in the house.

Does abner know anything about that?

Beckworth's treasure?

Oh, yes.

Everybody in the family
knew that there was

A great, mythic treasure.

We gave up looking for it
years ago. It was a fraud.

If it wasn't, do you
think I'd be living here?

She says no treasure.

Hmm. Got it. Thank you.

Okay.

No treasure.

Clover honey.

Well... thank you.

If there is anything else I can do...

Well, there is one more thing.

How did Beckworth make his money?

Oh, he was a bootlegger--
very successful one.

It's in, uh, that one,
the second from the bottom.

Okay. Thank you.

Uh, did you ever cross
paths with foster?

Once or twice.

He seemed pleasant enough.

Never paid very much attention.

- You deceitful old bag of bones.
- Excuse me?

You heard me.

Nothing on the exterior of the house.

Let's check inside.

That's weird.

What?

Thought this was shut.

Did you hear that?

Yeah. Someone's upstairs.

I thought everybody left.

Hello?

It came from in there.

Old wiring, I guess.

What was that?

CBI. Come out.

Police. Whoever you
are, come out of the room

With your hands above your head.

Jane?

- Where'd he go?
- How'd he do that?

It's easy.

I'll show you.

Ah, you see?

It's all switches.

There's a system of pipes that

Carry sound throughout the house.

- Hello? - Yeah.
It's all fake--

Because, my credulous van pelt

spirits are smoke and mirrors

And that's all that they are.

And the ghost? How did you do that?

Ah, the piste de resistance.

If you could stand in the
corner, my friend Rigsby,

And, Grace, if you could take
your place out by the doors.

Pepper's ghost.

It's an old conjurer's trick--
a simple optical illusion.

All you need is a sheet of glass

That slides out of the wall...

It's a reflection?

And lighting.

And off.

Bbeckworth had all this built

Just so he could hold sences?

So he could amaze and terrify his guests

With his mastery of the occult,
and it's been used recently.

Someone has cleaned the dust off.

- So somebody was trying
to scare Foster. - Mm-hmm.

- Why?
- And how did they get in the house?

- The alarm would have been on the whole time.
- Come with me.

Beckworth was a bootlegger
during prohibition,

Which meant he had to
smuggle liquor into the house

And hide it someplace

The authorities couldn't find it.

This house is riddled
with secret passages.

Including ones that lead outside?

Head down. Take a look.

I'll check the outside walls.

No doubt one of us will
find the secret passage.

After you.

Oh, thank you.

Jeb haas?

Who wants to know?

Agent Lisbon, C.B.I.

Pretty little thing like you?

I have some questions for you
regarding Alan Foster's murder.

I got nothing to tell you.

Looks like there were some
construction supplies stolen

Around the time of the murder.

Deputy Fisher says
you're the local thief

Most likely to steal that kind of stuff.

Fisher sent you? That son of a bitch.

I don't know what he told you,

But, um, I don't know anything
about a break-in or any murder.

Then you won't mind coming
down to the station with me.

What if I don't want to go?

Sir, this doesn't have to be difficult.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah. You?

Hey, look at that. Wine cellar.

Wonder if any of it's still good.

I doubt it.

- What was that?
- Eh, probably rats.

Oh, god, no. I hate rats.

- It's just a ghost then.
- You don't believe in ghosts.

Yeah, but you do. Wait
upstairs, if you like.

I'll take this one.

Oh, thanks. That's okay.

Same night that Foster was killed,

You broke into his pool house
and stole a few thousand dollars

Worth of tools and equipment.

We know because we found some of
the stolen equipment in your vehicle

And we found this cigarette
butt in the pool house.

It'll definitely have your D.N.A. on it.

Everybody knows that
place is all wired up

With some fancy alarm system.

I didn't kill anybody.

I never saw Foster, and I
never went into his house.

- Nice if you could prove that.
- I can't,

But I do have some particular
information on that evening--

Information that you want.

Okay.

Unh-unh. Not until I
get a deal on the theft

And the breaking and
entering charges--

- A good one, too.
- You want a deal? Okay.

And just to be clear, is
this a deal for the theft

- And the b&e alone, or the tax evasion as well?
- What?

According to your I.R.S. records,

You haven't filed a
tax return since 2002.

Unless you haven't earned a
dime in income in seven years,

You're facing some pretty
serious tax evasion charges.

Do you have any idea how
much prison time that carries?

Prison time?

Serious time, massive fines.

I'm gonna let you think about it.

When I was loading stuff
out of the pool house,

I saw a car
in the woods--

A black BMW.

There was somebody sitting
in the driver's seat--

Foster's wife.

Lillian Foster?

I've seen her in town. She
sat there the whole time.

She never even noticed me.
She just stared at the house.

Was she still there when you left?

Yes.

So you'll do
something--

I mean, about the tax thing?

Don't worry. I was lying about that.

What's wrong with it?

I don't know. Maybe the batteries.

Don't hit it.

Fine. You fix it then.

Let's just use mine.

What? What? What?

Oh! Oh, I felt something
crawling up my leg.

Oh! Is it still there?

- No.
- It was probably just a ghost.

Grace?

Yes?

I...

Never mind.

Never mind.

Maybe we should keep going.

Grace, I love you.

I've loved you from the
first moment I met you.

Screw the rules. Screw
the CBI. I need you.

I, uh...

That's, um...

Unless you stop me,
I'm gonna kiss you now.

Eureka!

Found it!

Good work. Yeah, we'll
meet you back at the office

After we pick up lillian foster.

We're outside her house now.

Jane says he found another
entrance to the mansion.

I knew there had to be another way in.

How dare you come here, you crazy bitch!

My husband just died!

Is that victoria abner and her nephew?

What are they doing here?

It seemed like a good idea to me.

Have you no shame?

Mrs. Foster, if you could
just please calm down.

You know what you are? You're a vulture.

You're a crazy, obsessed old vulture!

That mansion is mine.

It belongs to my family.

I will burn it down before
you step foot in that place!

Lady, you need psychiatric help.

Oh, yeah? Hey!

Hey! Break it up!

Aah! Get her off of me now!

What the hell is the matter
with you?! Come on. Come on.

You have no class! You're
the one that came to my house!

You come to my house-- Oh,
yeah, I'm the crazy bitch?

How you feeling, Mrs. Foster?

Embarrassed.

How'd you get into the
ruckus with Ms. Abner?

She came by to ask if she could
rent the mansion back from me,

Seeing as how I won't
want to be living there.

Did she say why?

I, uh, didn't wait to hear the details.

She had been plaguing us
all this time, and now this?

I'm afraid I just... lost it.

There is something else we
wanted to talk to you about.

You weren't in San Francisco

The night of your husband's murder.

- You were at the mansion.
- You know about that?

- Why'd you lie to us?
- I was ashamed.

- Of what?
- Of why I was there in the first place.

- Why was that?
- She was spying on her husband.

She suspected him of being unfaithful.

Yes. How did you know that?

Because he's been unfaithful before?

Yes.

He had an affair about a year ago.

He was out of town. I was
caught up with my work,

And it happened.

That's very understanding of you.

Oh, I was furious, believe me.

But we worked on it--
counseling and so forth,

And I thought I had moved on.

But I hadn't.

I didn't trust him.

So when Alan told me he
would be spending this weekend

At the mansion and
wouldn't be coming home,

I decided I had to go there
to catch him in the act.

But no one showed up.

No.

I felt so awful that I
left without talking to him.

- What time did you leave?
- Around 10:00.

Is there any way to prove that?

Um, I bought gas on the way home.

The credit card company will
have a record of that, right?

Yes, we'll verify that.

I can't help thinking
that if I'd stayed there,

If I'd just gone and talked to Alan,

He would still be alive.

Mm, most likely you'd both be dead.

With the way that I
feel, I might prefer that.

That feeling will pass.

What do you know about that?

Enough.

How you doing, Drew?

Fine. Thank you. Thanks.

Your aunt's gonna be in
with us a little longer.

This fight's gonna take
some sorting out, okay?

I tried to stop it from escalating.

That's why I was there
in the first place,

But the hostility just
kind of caught me off guard.

It'll be up to your aunt
whether or not to press charges,

But you're a lawyer. You know the deal.

I'm not exactly a lawyer.

My aunt likes to exaggerate.

I'm a paralegal.

Cho, uh, I'm sorry. You got a second?

Sure. We're still gonna
need a statement from you.

Excuse me for a second. What's up?

I told Grace I love her.

Wow. Okay. Well done.
Then what happened?

Oh, nothing.

Jane interrupted, and she
hasn't said a word since.

So tell her again.

Right, okay. Tell her
again. Okay, right.

Your aura is
fascinating, Mr. Jane--

So many hues.

Thank you.

The mansion's uninhabitable.

Why would you want it back?

Sentimental reasons.

Mm, no. No, that's not right.

You're closed, furtive.
You're hiding something.

There's something in
that house, isn't there?

Something you don't want
anyone else to find...

- Evidence of your guilt, perhaps.
- That's absurd.

No. You're right. That is absurd.

It's something else entirely.

Ah--the
treasure.

What treasure?

Walter beckworth's treasure
he hid in the mansion.

I wanted my house back

Because I didn't like
what foster planned for it.

- He was going to destroy it.
- Foster had only been there a few weeks.

How could you have known what
he was gonna do before he did?

In conversation, he told me.

Ma'am, we find out you're lying,
you become suspect number one.

All right.

How are you with riddles?

I found the clue a few weeks ago

When I bought some of beckworth's papers

At an estate sale. It was in a letter

To one of his cousins
just before his death.

Beckworth boasts that he's
hidden his "great treasure"

Where no one can find
it, and then he offers

This clue--"if fortune
is what you seek sincere,

The only place to look is here."

That's it? That's the riddle?

- Yes.
- Interesting.

Of course, I told mrs. Abner right away,

But the house had already
been sold to foster.

Why didn't you mention this before?

Well, it... it didn't seem relevant.

It's motive. It's very relevant.

Mr. Raimey and ms. Abner had
agreed to keep quiet to avoid

Having to share the loot
with anyone else, correct?

Yes, but that doesn't mean
either of us killed foster.

Oh, absolutely right.
Whoever killed foster

Was simply trying to
scare him from the mansion.

It could have been anyone
that wanted the treasure,

- Even you, deputy fisher.
- That's right. I killed him.

- Did you? You denied it earlier.
- Stop doing that.

I need to see this
clue. Where's the letter?

Thank you.

What?

Smells good. "If fortune
is what you seek sincere,

The only place to look is... hear."

"Hear"--

It's spelled
h-e-a-r.

Well, I assumed it was a mistake.

Hmm. There are no mistakes.

Let's go.

As you know, walter
beckworth left a coded message

Describing the location of his treasure.

I brought you all here
to help me find it.

The word "here" is
misspelled in the riddle.

I don't believe that's a mistake.

I think that the clue itself

Lies in
that word--

"hear"--h-e-a-r.

What comes to mind when
I say the word "hear"?

Noise.

Sounds.

Ears. Very good. What else?

Music. Musical instruments.

Definite possibility.

Cho?

Unveil it.

Hmm.

Aha.

What is it?

Yeah, what is it?

Beckworth's fortune

- There's nothing in it.
- It's empty?

Wait.

What is that?

It's another riddle.

What does it say?

"To find fortune and riches,
one doesn't need help.

All one must do is look to oneself."

What does it mean?

I don't know, but
it's spelled correctly.

It means we're wasting our time.

- It doesn't even make any sense.
- Let's not rush to judgment.

Beckworth probably put it
there as a practical joke.

- Pretty lame joke.
- But the fortune could still be here.

- I just need time to find it.
- We're not gonna waste any more time.

I'm shutting this down. Everybody out.

Cho, secure the place and set the alarm.

Have rigsby and van pelt set
up on the mansion tonight.

We'll take the shift after them.

Nobody gets in this place,
especially jane. Understood?

Got it.

Everybody out.

- Lisbon. Lisbon. I--you--lisbon, this
- bite me. We're done for the night.

"Bite me"?

- It's too much?
- Uh, a smidge.

Worked.

It's fine, just a
little over-the-top.

- So, uh, grace...
- yes?

- I was wondering if we could do...
- how do you want to handle this?

Handle what?

The stakeout.

Oh. Um, right.

Listen, about the other thing,

Maybe it's not the right time.

Yeah. Yeah.

Um, we could, uh, walk...

Patrol the grounds.

Or maybe one of us could stay here

While the other one
patrols-- alternate?

Yep, that's better.
I'll, uh, I'll go first.

Oh, that's okay. I can do it.

I'm easy.

Well, if you want to go
first, that's fine also.

No, no, no.

"Look to oneself."

No!

Nothing there, Drew. Never was.

You planted the second clue?

Aha. Yes.

I didn't kill Foster.

Don't be ridiculous. Of course you did.

Only the killer knew how to get in here

Via the secret passageway.

You proved your guilt just
by walking in the room.

Was it all just for the money?

Just for the money?

I spent years listening
to my family go on

About the Beckworths and
everything that they had.

I didn't get any of it,

Not one thing.

And then my aunt told me about
the clue and the treasure,

And I thought I could
get that for myself.

I could have what I've
deserved all my life.

All I had to do was get
Foster out of the house.

So you haunted him.

My cousin told me
about the, uh, equipment

Beckworth had built in.

I just wanted to scare him.

But Foster wouldn't take the hint.

So I had to do something.

I didn't mean to kill him.

Oh, I didn't know what to do.

And then, uh, I remembered
the stories about Beckworth,

How he was killed, how his
ghost still haunts this place.

So I threw him out the window

The same way Beckworth was killed.

It wasn't Foster's house.
It belonged to my family.

Put your hands behind your back.

Now.

When you first opened
the box under the piano,

Was there anything in it?

This.

You killed Foster for an old key.

I wonder what it opens.

- Oh, I know what it opens.
- What?

He's just messing with
you. He's mean like that.

Come on.

Mr. Jane. I was just being
briefed by one of your agents.

Well, I hope they conducted themselves

In a professional manner.

Thank you for everything.

Well, my pleasure.

Do you mind a question?

Uh, no.

I asked about you.

What happened to your
family-- I'm very sorry.

And I thought maybe
it means you understand

How it feels to lose somebody.

Was that your question?

Do you think they know how we feel?

The dead, I mean...

How sorry we are...

How we wish things could be different?

Do you think they understand?

No.

Sorry.

Case closed pizza?

Case closed pizza.

Rigsby eats all the sausage
again, I'll be pissed.

Are you okay?

Right as rain.

Oh, I have the perfect
thing to go with this.

Wine?

Just a little something special.

Excuse me. I need a glass. Sorry.

Sure.

I'm gonna leave in a few minutes.

Wait five, then meet me at my car.

Okay.

Okay.

Just a little.

Please.

Oh, thanks.

Mr. Rigsby.

Cheers.

Case closed.

Case closed.

- Mmm. It's nice.
- Glad you like it.

So what was the key to, Jane?

The one you found in the box.

The key? Beckworth's fortune.

Give it up.

Well, just because the
fortune wasn't gold or cash

- Doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
- So what was it?

Beckworth was a collector.

He collected hundreds of one thing...

Some of the finest, rarest
examples in the world

- worth tens of millions of dollars.
- So what was it?

What?

Smells good.

Cheers.