The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 3, Episode 1 - Red Sky at Night - full transcript

Previously on
"The Mentalist"...

This is my date outfit.

Is this your first date? I mean,
um, since your wife died.

Do I seem out of practice?

Red John,
if you're listening to us now,

I urge you to reach out
and get help.

You can change.

What the hell
are you thinking?

Don't you understand
who you're dealing with?

Red John is not coming after me.
You've done exactly what I did,

are you blind?
You've done exactly what I did,



and he killed
my wife and child.

Kristina?

Red John could've
gotten in and taken her,

or maybe
he lured her out somehow.

Aah!

"Tiger, tiger,
burning bright..."

"In the forests
of the night,

"what immortal hand or eye

could frame
thy fearful symmetry?"

I almost forgot. Kristina would
want me to send her love.

You can't park there.

Sure, I can. Look.

Roger. Stand by.

We'll call you back.



There you are.

Here I am. Good morning.

Why so glum?

This is Harvey Dublin.

That's his chauffeur Peter Russo
with three bullets in him.

That's his car.
Mr. Dublin's gone.

Abducted, it looks like.

Harvey Dublin?

Big-time statehouse lobbyist,

lawyer, kingmaker.
Famous and well-connected.

Ah, the evil twins.

Brass and media are gonna be
all over us like suckerfish.

Oh, why don't we just give it to
the FBI? They love that stuff.

Oh, I wish. Too late.

The new boss is here doing
on-cameras. It's our baby.

New boss?
I thought Hightower was boss.

The boss of Hightower.

The Director
of the entire Division.

I told you about him last week.
Your memory's going.

My memory is a mighty fortress,
Lisbon,

from which no fact
ever escapes once committed.

Now when you tell me
boring things,

I set 'em free immediately.

Saves overcrowding.

Harvey Dublin is missing.

It looks like a kidnapping,

presumably for ransom,
but we can't be sure at present.

We shall have to await
further developments.

Harvey is a pillar of this city,
one of the good guys.

We are all praying
for his safety.

Thank you.
Over here, Mr. Bertram.
One more question for me?

Idiot.

You and your snap judgments.
What is he supposed to say?

Why does he have to
say anything?

What's your take on this?

Hmm.

I don't know.

Mr. Bertram, over here.
Can I have your attention?

Eh, I think I'll give this one
a miss.

A miss?
What do you mean "a miss"?

I just feel this one
is not for me.

I'll catch the next one,
I-I-I promise.

I don't understand.
You're not gonna--

Agent Lisbon, I believe? And Mr. Jane?
Yes. Hi.

Director Bertram
will speak to you now.

We're on a supertight schedule.
He appreciate facts and brevity.

Okay?

Agent Lisbon.

Yes, sir, director Bertram.

And you must be
our boy wonder Patrick Jane.

I've heard a lot
of good things about you.
Hi. Nice to meet you, sir.

Now I want this resolved
A.S.A.P.

Whatever it takes. The heck
with overtime restrictions.

You do the hours,
I'll find the funding.

We are all in this together
as one.

That's what I'm all about.
Oh, we are on it, sir.

Uh, yeah, I won't be working
this particular case,

but I-I do like
what you said.

We're all in this together
as one. Mao tse-tung, right?

Now hold your horses there,
Buster.

What do you mean you won't
working on this one?

Well, statehouse lobbyist
abductions--

it's, uh, not really
my cup of tea.

Well, that's--that's kind of
unprofessional, don't you think?

I guess, but I'm not actually
a professional.

Question for you.

W-why are you here?
Aside from the cameras.

Oh, what do you mean,
"aside from the cameras"?

Public perception
is an important tool.

Mm.

Tool.
Ooh.

You just put your hand
on me.

No. I mean, yes, but--

yes, you did.
Don't ever do that again.

Or else what?

You ever smell a dead mouse?
Do you remember that smell?

Yes.

Well, I just now

put a dead mouse
in your jacket pocket.

And no matter how many times
you clean that jacket,

you'll always smell that
dead mouse, and you'll remember

that you should never
have put your hand on me.

Aah! You son of a bitch.

It's actually just
a wadded up napkin

but, uh, has
the same psychological effect.

Human mind is funny that way.

Good to meet you, sir.
Sorry, Lisbon.

He had a rough summer.

♪ The Mentalist 3x ♪
Red Sky at Night
Original Air Date on September 23, 2010

Rigsby and Van Pelt
are canvassing

the area
around the abduction site.

Cho's with Mrs. Dublin,
waiting for a ransom demand,

and tech services
are up and running.

Well, this is a Scary one.
Lots of attention.

Keep Molly in public affairs

apprised of any good stuff
we can feed the media,

keep them on our side,

and don't make any mistakes.

No, ma'am.

How's Jane?

The same.

You think he's in danger
of cracking up?

No.

I mean, no. Well, I don't
think so. I think he'll be fine.

That's not very convincing,
Lisbon.

What he's been through
would break anyone.

He's not gonna crack up.

I think some time off
will do him good, though.

Yeah, well, no can do.

Bertram wants him
on the Dublin case.

After Jane was so rude to him?
Bertram's all bottom line.

He won't let personal issues
intrude.

Jane's the best asset we have,
and Bertram knows that.

But Jane doesn't want to be on the case.
Change his mind.

I'm not gonna tell Bertram
we can't control our own people.

I have an idea
as to how to persuade him,

but it's kind of unethical.

I don't wanna know.

Where's Jane?

He's Upstairs.

Thanks.

Jane?

Come in.

Hey.

Nice place.

Yeah. Yeah, I
like the view and the quiet.

And what are you doing
with all the quiet?

Just thinking.

Jane, you have to stop
blaming yourself.

If red John took Kristina frye,
it's not your--

there's no "if""
he took her.

If he did,
you can't blame yourself.

Besides, what good is it
to sit up here,

scribbling in your book? You're
not gonna find her that way.

I'm not gonna
change my mind.

I don't want to work
the Dublin case.

That's fine. It's a done deal.
I understand.

It'd be good for you
to have a break.

Listen,
on a completely other subject,

I need a personal favor.

I'd like you
to come and meet someone.

Who?
I can't tell.

Why not?

I promise it has nothing
to do with Harvey Dublin.

You're trying
to play me somehow,

convince me
to change my mind.

No.
Yes, you are.

And I guess I owe you a shot.

But it's not gonna work,
whatever it is.

Hey, Cho, how's it goin'
with Mrs. Dublin?

Nothing so far. When's somebody
coming to relieve me here?

Why? What's the problem?

Nothing. I'll call if we get
any developments.

What is it? Is it Harvey?

No, ma'am.

Oh, my God!

I am gonna explode!
I can't stand it!

I can't take it!
I swear to God!

Why, Kimball?

Why am I being punished?
I'm a good person.

Yes, ma'am.

Stop calling me "ma'am""

I'm not your grandmother.

How old do you think I am
anyway?

48, 49.

I get the picture.
Do you?

Yeah, Dublin's driver--
the dead guy, Pete Russo, right?

He has family.

He wasn't wearing
a wedding ring, so, uh...

We're about to meet a, uh...

Yes. Exactly.

Yes, who are you?

Nadine, I'm Agent Lisbon
with the CBI.

We spoke on the phone.
This is Patrick Jane.

Hi. You're, uh,
Pete Russo's daughter?

Uh, yeah.

Hello?
They're police.

Oh, okay.
This is my mom.

Patricia.

And this is Keith,
my stepdad.

Hi. Um...

Please come in.

Miss Lisbon says you're the best
Detective in California.

She says if anybody can find
who killed my father, you can.

I just have to say,

I didn't think you would stoop
to such crude manipulation.

I don't understand.

Inside joke. I'm sorry.

Uh, I will find who killed your
father and abducted Mr. Dublin.

An inside joke?

Her father is dead.

Murdered.

You're making jokes?

Yes, uh, it's a fault of mine.

Uh, what it is, the joke?

Uh, I have a--I have a lot
on mind right now.

Uh, I didn't really wanna come
to work today,

but my good friend and colleague
Agent Lisbon

tricked me into meeting you,

knowing that
I couldn't refuse you

because you're the age
my daughter would be

if she were still alive,
if she hadn't been murdered.

Oh, goodness.

Murdered by a man named
Red John,

whom I met with recently.

He saved my life
and abducted a friend of mine.

Long story.
Hence, many things on my mind.

That's not
a very funny joke.

Hmm.

What happened to your friend?

Still missing.

Uh, please,
tell us about your father.

He was a good person.

He was... funny

and...
And generous.

And I could talk to him about
anything, and he would listen.

Oh, yes,
he could be charming.

He had his ways.

What kind of ways?
He had a temper.

That he did.

I mean, his heart was
in the right place, you know?

Whatever his faults,

he didn't deserve to die
this way.

Really, I'm impressed.

You--you played me like a fish
and--and you lied to me.

I kind of did, didn't I? Sorry.

No, I'm glad to see you're
finally learning a few things.

Of course, uh, now I shall have my revenge.
What do you mean?

Ahh.

Don't worry.
We're not here about drugs.

We're here about the killing
the other night.

Ah, yeah, yeah.
I heard about that.

Kidnapped a man, huh?
That's too bad.

Local beat cops say you guys
do business under that bridge.
Yeah, look,

the local beat cops are nice
guys, but they're out of touch.

We don't do business under that
bridge. The hos--they got dibs.

You're gonna wanna talk
to the ladies over on Fremont.

All right. Thanks.
Yeah, no worries.

Hey, hey, Red.

You--you ever date
a hustler before?

Not so far!

What? I'm kidding.

Thank you.

Yeah. Okay.
Good to know.

Good afternoon. Reid Colman. I'm
Mr. Dublin's personal lawyer.

Glad to see you people.
You made any progress?

Early days, Mr. Colman.
You'll, uh, need to talk to me, yes?

Now's a good time.
I have ten minutes or so.

If you'll come this way,
we can use the conference room.

Uh, just a moment.

What's your name?

Marjorie.

Marjorie.
That's a very nice name.

I'd like to speak
to Marjorie first, thanks.

Uh, we will need to speak
to you in due course, sir.

I'll, uh, try
and fit you in later.

Prostitutes? No. No.

Mr. Dublin was not
that sort of man at all.

The alleyway
from which he was abducted

was used by prostitutes,

and it was nowhere near
Mr. Dublin's regular route.

I have been
Mr. Dublin's personal secretary

for ten years,

and I can tell you
without a shadow of a doubt

that he is

the most decent, caring,
clean, generous human being

that anyone could hope
to meet.

We want to bring him back
safely, Marjorie.

We need
to know everything.

Usually I can get ahold
of him at any time.

His work demands it,
but once in a while,

he'd disappear
for an hour or so,

no--no answer from him
or his driver.

How often was that?
Every couple of weeks.

A regular date right around
the time he was abducted, yes?

And what did you think
he might be doing?

Mistress, I thought,

but not this.

Men have needs.
I understand that.

Please, you'll find him,
won't you? You'll find him?

Marjorie, uh,
I have to tell you,

uh, it's very likely
that he's already dead.

Whoa. Wait a minute.
We don't know that.

It's a hunch that I have,
and if I'm right,

it's a blessing for you.

Unrequited love is
a terrible thing.

You have to find yourself a man
that will love you back.

You're a good woman. You
deserve it. Think about that.

So this was done by someone who
knew about Dublin's routine--

someone very close.

Wh-why did you say
he was dead?

Because he is. He's dead,
and it's not a kidnapping.

Give me a reason.

I'll bet you all the tea in China.

That is not a reason.

I'll give you good odds.

Hey.

Hey. Ransom demand
came through.

How much?

All right.
We're on our way.

A million dollars for
the safe return of Dublin--

that kinda sounds like
a kidnapping, doesn't it?

Doesn't mean it's a kidnapping.
Doesn't mean he's not dead.

Is this a serious theory,
or is this your revenge?

This was sent
from a throwaway phone.

"Do exactly as instructed
or H.D. gets his throat cut

"and we send you his tongue.
We want a million dollars

"in used $50s and $100s
at 0600 tomorrow.

Location will follow.
No police, or H.D. Is dead""

Any proof of life?

No.
Huh.

Do not say anything bad
to Mrs. Dublin.

That is an order.

Jawohl, mein kommandant.
Can I see?
Yeah.

Where is Mrs. Dublin?

Yeah, she cries a lot. Then she
has to freshen her makeup,

and then she cries again.
Sort of a cycle.

Three
deliberate misspellings

and an obvious
military lilt,

which suggests that
the writer is not a veteran

but wants us to believe
that he or she is--

so a notch or two less clever
than he or she thinks

that they are,
using this crime to express

some kind
of deep, personal grudge.

The violence is
authentic enough.

Oh, my lord. What now?
What's happened?

It's--it's nothing,
Giselle.

These are my colleagues.
Please remain calm.

How can I remain calm?

I can't raise
a million dollars by tomorrow!

We aren't nearly as rich
as people think.

Wh-what do I do?
I can't speak to the financial aspects, ma'am.

That's your call.

Now can you think
of anybody who may have had

a personal grudge
against your husband?

No. Nobody.

My husband is a respected
and beloved member

of Sacramento society.

And you?

Do you respect
and belove him?

Of course I do.

Deeply. What a question.

Well, wh-why don't you want
to raise a million dollars

to save his life?
Why do you ask that? I do!

Well, the watch
and the earrings--

that's, like, quarter mil
right there.

You can raise the money.
You're conflicted,

because you don't know
if you want your husband back.

You don't like your husband
very much at all.

You're actually
a very good actress

playing the part
of the loving wife.

That's what I think
you are.

Can you look at me
and tell me that I'm wrong?

Duh.

Of course I don't like him
very much.

Everybody in the know
knows that Harvey Dublin is

a mean, lying, backstabbing,
crooked son of a bitch.

But I'm his wife,

and what am I supposed to do
but act like I love him?

Why didn't you leave him?

Have you ever
divorced a mean lawyer?

He has no record
of any personal wrongdoing.

He's a respected lobbyist.

An extortionist and con man,
more like it.

So there are a lot of people

who may have wanted
to harm your husband.

Are you kidding?

There's people all over the city
praying that he stays gone.

How about you?
Me?

Yeah, you.

Oh, I'll raise the money.
I owe him that much.

I knew what I was marrying.

Yes, Mr. Dublin is
the target of some lawsuits.

Most prominent men are
at one point or another

in their careers.
It's a hazard of modern life.

So Harvey Dublin's a Saint.
That's your position?

No, Harvey Dublin is not
a Saint,

but I'm his lawyer,
and I speak for him.

Look, Harvey started
with less than nothing.

He was a street kid.
His parents were drug addicts.

He lives in fear of falling
back into that world,

so maybe he pushes
a little bit too hard.

Maybe he's just
a little bit too intense

in his desire to win. This is
America. That's no crime.

Seven lawsuits pending.

Look, anyone can get sued.
It doesn't mean a thing.

Half the players in this town
are in bed with Dublin

one way or another.
In fact, your, uh,

your new director,
Gale Bertram--

he's one of his codefendants.
Really?

Yeah. Bank of Claremont vs.

Brixham Lake development
corporation and others.

It's gonna be a blockbuster.
Do go on.

It's a complex
land/water rights thing.

It'll run for years.

The point is,
Bertram was named codefendant

to put pressure on the defense
to settle early.

Happens all the time.
Hmm. That's interesting about Bertram.

No, it's not.
Yes, it is.

Who's to gain the most,
legally speaking,

if Mr. Dublin doesn't return?

Well, that's, uh,
that's hard to say.

Too many variables
in the equation.

But he is coming back,
right?

I mean, if Giselle pays
the kidnappers,

why shouldn't he?
Well, stuff happens.

Uh, did you ever serve
in the military, Mr. Colman?

No, I didn't have
that honor. Why do you ask?

Standard question.

Well, hey, don't just--

Oh, shoot.

Hey, Lady, wait up.

Ma'am,
we just want to talk.

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Yeah, blah, blah, blah. Listen,
did you hear about that guy

that was kidnapped up the street
a couple blocks over?

His driver was shot dead.
Oh, that. Yeah. Isn't that wild?

Everybody's talking about it.

What exactly are people saying?

All kinds of stuff. Friend
of mine said she was there.

Oh, yeah?
Well, she's acting all mysterious,

like, "I can't tell you
what happened,"

like she's a secret Agent or whatnot.
What's your friend's name?

Yours for $50.

This is
a murder investigation.

We could take you in
right now for obstruction.

Oh, baby, save yourself
time and paperwork.

I got 40... 43 bucks.

Uh... 12 cents.

Money's tight all over, huh?

Come on.
Cut us a break here.

Sugar--big ole tall girl,
pink hair.

She'll be around tomorrow night.

Nice doin' business with ya.

12 cents? Seriously?

What?
She cleaned me out.

12 cents.

Ah.

Interesting
about Bertram, huh?

You said that before.
No, it's not.

I got a weird vibe
the first moment I met him.

Uh, the director of
the division of law enforcement

did not kidnap
Harvey Dublin.

So you think.
How well do you know him?

This is your revenge,
isn't it?

Well, I-I am simply
gonna ignore you.

I'm not punishing you,
though you do deserve it.

Dublin turned out to be
the sleazebag I guessed he was.

He deserves justice
like everybody else.

Oh, you're a cop.
You have to say that.

You don't really
believe it.

My fingers are in my ears.

Morning!

Hey!

What's happening?

Nothing yet.
No kidding. Where's the money?

Trash can down there.
There?

Yeah.

Oh. Just as I thought.
No one's gonna show up.

Look at this place. It's far
too open for a ransom drop.
Well, they said no police,

and maybe they're stupid enough
to think that there's no police.

They killed a guy
in the street.

They have to know
the police are involved.

They never intended
to pick up the ransom.

Well, my hunch is correct.
The kidnapping's a sham.

Dublin's already dead.

What would be the reason
for a pretend kidnapping?

Well, that is
the salient question, yes.

But you can stop wasting
your time here, certainly.

Hey, did Mrs. Dublin
use real money or fake money?
Real.

Did you look at it?
No. What would that matter now?

Well, it doesn't matter.

I'm--you know,
I'm just a little curious.

What you're saying might be
true and it might not be.

We still have to sit on
this thing for a little while

to make sure nobody
shows up--couple of hours.

Well, that's just silly.

It's not silly. It's professional.
Professional sh-messional.

Jane.

Hey, it's real!

Police! Freeze!
Hands in the air!

Get on your knees!
Do it now! Do it now!
Okay.

Don't move.

The director is expecting

a full but concise progress report.
How's that jacket smell?

This is a different suit.

Yeah, but the other one's
ruined, isn't it? Hmm?

Power of suggestion.

Okay, you know what?
Bite me.

So...
Poor Harvey Dublin, huh?

Sir, no one picked up
the ransom drop,

so for that
and other reasons,

we believe that

the kidnapping aspect
of this case is a pretense.

Masking what?
That we can't say for sure.

We have promising leads.
Well, I need something to tell the media.

Tell 'em
Harvey Dublin's dead.

Well, I'm so glad you decided
to work on this case, Mr. Jane.

Your directness is bracing.

Of course, procedurally,
we're still assuming he's alive,

until we have
proof positive otherwise.

Why kill Dublin?
Wh-what's the motive?

Well, two possibilities.

Uh, one--simple robbery.

The culprit was going
after the diamond that, uh,

Dublin always carries on him.

Diamond? What diamond?

Well, apparently,
Dublin had a terror

of falling back
into poverty, of, uh,

dying in a pauper's grave
like his father did,

so he always carried
a large diamond with him,

just in case.

It's kind of
a touching story, isn't it?

So someone staged
this abduction

to steal the diamond.

Okay. Um, where's your evidence for this?
Well, no actual evidence.

That's--that's word on the street.
It's more like a theory, really.

Word on the street.
Jane.

So you have nothing?

You--you said there were
two possibilities?

Oh, the other reason
someone would kill him is,

uh... b-b-b-Brixham Lake.

Uh, wait a second.
What about Brixham Lake?

Well, it's such
a complex little scandal,

isn't it?

And it all goes away
if Harvey Dublin is dead.

I am a named codefendant in one
of the Brixham Lake lawsuits.

Yes, I saw that.
Very interesting.

Uh, obviously
you're innocent,

but, uh, I imagine
that there's a lot of stuff

that you would rather
remain secret

that will come out
if the suit goes to trial.

You had ample motive.

So that's option two?

Me? I'm your suspect?

Wha--
What are you playing at?

Well, I w--
I was just wondering

why you didn't tell us
this guy was such a sleazebag

and that you are up to your neck
in his grubby business.
That's enough.

Yes, it is.
I don't have time for this.

You shall just have to trust
in my innocence, Mr. Jane.

I'm not good at trust.

I'm really trying
to allow you the latitude

that
your rare talents deserve,

but you make it
very difficult.

You two may go now.
Hightower, stay.

Yes, sir.

What the hell was that?
Are you insane?

And where did you come up with
that stupid-ass diamond story?

I don't know what came over me.
I see that man,

I get an immediate urge
to wind him up.

He's the director.

I'm sorry. He amuses me.
I'm glad he entertains you,

because he's gonna fire you
now probably.

No. You guys need me
too much.

I'll catch up.

Excuse me?

What did you tell her?

I was complimenting her
on her jacket.

It's such a vivid color.
Liar.

You're gonna call me
a liar?

Oh, I hate you.
Oh.

I do.
Mnh-mnh.

We have our best people
on this thing 24/7.

I want to extend my sympathies
to the family of Peter Russo,

and--and please join us
in our prayers

for Mr. Dublin's safety.

Are there questions--
briefly, please?

Yeah. Are you looking into this
being a sex-related crime maybe?

I mean, that alleyway is--
no, there's no sex angle, Jeff--
none that we're aware of.

Sir, do you think there's
a Brixham Lake connection here?

No. I don't think so.
But both you and Dublin are
involved in that case,

aren't you?
No, no, no.
Wh-what we're thinking is,

it seems
that Mr. Dublin was rumored

to keep a large diamond
with him, on--on his person,

and the theft of that diamond is
our current line of thinking

as to motive.

Yeah? What kind
of diamond is it?

Uh, big.
It's 2 or 3 carats, I think.

Why would he carry
a diamond like that

around with him?
Well, that's a good question, Jeff.

Uh, perhaps Mr. Dublin
was trying to be prepared

for any circumstance.

You know...

...Understandable, isn't it?

I mean,
he's, uh, had a tough...

Just one more question...

How do you think
the director is going to feel

when he finds out
you fooled him

into talking
complete garbage on tv?
It's not garbage,

and he'll be very angry
or very happy,

depending on
whether I'm right or not.

Right about what?
There is no diamond--

oh. I see. A trap.
Very clever.

Mm.
A trap for who?

Guess.
Just tell me.

Guess.
You know what? Screw you.
You crossed a line already,

and now you're playing
guessing games with me?

No, it's just that
I'm not sure myself.

I have a plan, though.
Oh, sheepdip.

You are still trying to
punish me for lying to you.

Well, you know what?
I'm sorry. Sorry.

You wanted off this case.
You're off.

You can take a nap
in your thinking room.

We'll solve this case
without you, the right way--

with
good, solid Detective work.

So I take it you don't want
to hear my plan?

"No, I don't want
to hear your plan."

"Sheepdip your plan."

Hi, ladies.

We're looking for sugar.

No sugar. Just candy.

You're not sugar?

No, ma'am. Excuse me.

Yeah, well,
we kinda think you are.

Yeah, well,
thinking's free, flaco.

You're gonna need to come
with us, sugar.

What for?
Because you saw what happened

in that alleyway
over on fFemont.

Nah, I was just playing.
I didn't see nothing.

Okay, still,
we'd like for you--
hey!

Oh!

Aah! Aah!

Okay.

Ohh.

Here.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Thanks.

No problem.

I'm waiting.

Okay.

I'm at the bridge.

Cigarette break.

Limo comes in off Fremont.

I'm about to go over
and talk business,

only this pickup truck comes in
behind it and blocks the limo.

I'm thinking, uh-oh,
so I-I get up out of sight.

And what kind of truck?

It was a truck.

Uh, green
or... or--or Brown or blue.

Not--not red.

And, uh,
a white guy gets out

and--and says, "hey."

What'd he look like?

A white guy.
He had a-a black hat on.

A white guy in a black hat?
Yeah. Yeah, and then he--
he walks up to the limo.

The limo driver gets out.

He's like, "hey, what the hell
are you doing here?"

Black hat don't say
nothing.

He just pulls out a piece
and boom!

Shoots the driver three times
and then he walks

over to the limo door

and drags out
this big fat guy.

"Get out," he says.

And then he--he walks him
to the back of the truck

and makes him climb in the back,
and the fat dude's calm.

He's like, "you know,
okay, we can negotiate."

And then boom!

Black hat just...
Shoots him in the head.

And then he--he puts
a tarp over him,

and then he jumps back
into his car and he takes off,

and that's all that happened.
Th-that was it.

Okay.

Do you recognize this guy?

Yeah.

That's the--the fat dude.

He was dead, you think?

Yeah, he's dead.

So this is about ice?

Ice? What do you mean?

Well, the tv said
that the--the fat dude

had, like,
a $10 million diamond.

Yeah, it's a theory.

Um... it's very late.

Mm. I w--I wouldn't
intrude like this, uh,

only we have
an important lead

perhaps Nadine
can help us with.

Oh.

Um, yeah, please,
of course. Okay.

Thank you.

Um, now you told me
that you and your father

talked about everything
together, yeah?

Yes.
Did you ever talk
about his work?

Sometimes. But he never
mentioned a diamond,

if that's what
you're talking about.

The--wh--diamond?
It said on the news

they were looking for a diamond
Mr. Dublin had with him.

Uh, yeah, that's--
that's just all talk.
See? I told you.

I mean, there's a diamond
all right. So I hear, anyhow.

Uh, Dublin keeps it hidden
in his false tooth apparently,

but nobody knew about it,
so I can't see

how anybody could've been
going after it. No.

No, I think this is all
connected to a court case.

Did your dad ever mention
Brixham Lake?

No.

You sure? Brixham Lake.

Think hard.

What about Gale Bertram?

No.

Oh.

Well,
that's disappointing.

I was sure...

Oh, well. Uh...

Can't win 'em all.

That's it?

Believe me, uh, I know
I-it's hard to deal with,

but, um...

You know, sometimes
the bad guys just get away.

But you said you'd catch them.
You guaranteed it.

Hey, Lisbon.
How's the Detective work doing?

Eh, doing okay.

Well, I tell you what.

Come over and meet me
at Nadine Russo's house,

and I'll show you
something exciting.

Lisbon?

You there?

Lisbon?

Hi.

Hi.

Oh. I'm very impressed.

Proud and impressed.

You got the right answer.
No real proof, I expect.

Just guessing, huh?
Hmm. "Kettle to pot.
Hello. Come in, pot."

We have a witness who saw
a white male in a truck

who seemed
to recognize Pete Russo.
Guesswork.

Do you have proof?

Relax, wait a while,

and, uh, we shall soon be taken
directly to the proof you seek.

♪ Gonna be a bright ♪

♪ bright ♪

♪ shiny day ♪

Oh, come on.

Keith, stop!

About six months ago,

Nadine was...

Staying out past curfew,

drinking and smoking--

your basic teenage stuff.

So we had
a big conversation

about the rules,

and--and things got
a little heated,

you know, as they do.

Yes.

Look, I felt that
she was over-the-line rude

to her mother and me,
and I slapped her.

I'm not proud of it.

But I-it was a tap.

Really.

It was no big deal.

Anyway, Nadine told Pete
about it.

He got mad.

Pete and I were buddies.

You know, we could've had
a beer and a discussion,

and we could've
worked it out.

No, but he comes
into my house...

And I don't even have
a chance to defend myself!

I mean,
he sucker punches me,

and he beat me up badly...

In front of my wife

and my stepdaughter.

Put his foot on my neck,

and he spat on me...

In my own house!

That's not right.

Even afterwards, I-it's like
I'm the one to blame. No.

Patricia insisted
that we make peace

for Nadine's sake.

He does that to me, and I'm
supposed to just swallow it?

Nobody would.

Oh, I thought about ways
to pay him back.

Oh, I thought
about it a lot.

But I knew
that if I killed him...

Patricia would guess
that it was me.

Unless I could make
his death look like

it was just...

A tragic accident.

Sugar?

No, thank you.

Okay. There you go.
Thank you.

My pleasure.

We're very sorry
things worked out this way.

You said you'd
find out who did it,

and you did.

How did you know?

Uh, well, I-I kinda knew

from the first moment
I met you and Keith.

Those little round glasses
with the muscles--

it just didn't seem
to match. Um, indicated

a deeply conflicted personality,
a lot of anger and frustration.

Probably uses those, um,
wrist-strengthening things,

right?

Yeah.

Yeah, um, never a good sign
in a man over 20.

Obsessive, arrogant,
painstaking,

uh, secretive,
self-righteous. Yeah.

I could go on.

Yeah.

Men, huh?

Eh.

Knew the whole time
and kept it to yourself, eh?

No. No. I only knew when I read
the ransom demand, to be honest,

but you lied to me,
so fair's fair.

I promise, I will never
lie to you again.
I--

I lied this one time,
because I'm concerned.

You're isolating yourself.

You're pulling away from us,
from me and the unit.
Meh.

You are.
No.

You are. It's not good.
Wh-what's going on?

Anybody that gets close to me--
bad things happen to them.

"A," that's not true,

and "Bb," even if it were,
I'm a cop.

It's our job to be in harm's way.
You're not listening to me.

We're family. What you're
doing is a kind of betrayal.
Oh.

A surrender. A defeat.
You're letting Red John win.

Oh, please. Please. Really?

Okay. Enough. All right.

No--no more pulling away.
All right? Here, give me a hug.

You don't mean it. I can tell.

What do you mean,
you can tell? You can't tell.

I don't mean it, but you
can't tell that I don't.

You're guessing.
Yes, I can tell.

How?
I don't know. I can tell
when you're lying now.

No, you can't tell.
I-I can, too.

That's nonsense. You're lying.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.

I'm not lying.
You are.