The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 4, Episode 24 - The Crimson Hat - full transcript

Previously on The Mentalist:

You know what Red John's trying to do,
don't you?

- He asked me if I'm ready to quit.
- How does Jane seem to you?

- He's in trouble.
- You tortured him, for chrissakes.

I gave an evil psychopath justice.
I'm not gonna apologize.

You're fired. Get out of here right now.

Don't do anything rash.
We can work this out. We'll fix it.

- I doubt that.
- Let me help you.

LORELEl: Hey, Sammy.
Hey.

- Thank you.
There you go.

Magic, huh?



- Magic?
- Tough business.

Yeah. No, I'm not a magician.

No?

You do coin tricks
and you have the look.

What is the look?

Like you're hiding stuff.

I've seen you around.
Served you drinks a couple times.

Yeah, I remember. Lorelei, right?

How you doing? I'm Patrick.

Hey, Patrick. So you're not a magician.

No. I'm a con man. I steal from people.

Heh. Wow.

You just come right out and say it.
"I steal from people."

Like, "I sell shoes."
Like it's not a big deal.



Well, it's not a big deal if you know
what you're doing. It's very easy.

It's a big deal because it's wrong
to steal from people.

No such thing as wrong.

Really? When did that happen?

Well, there's legal or illegal.

There's happy or sad.

Rich or poor, alive or dead.

But there's no wrong or right.

Stuff just happens, that's all.
One damn thing after another.

Of course there's wrong or right.
You know that.

I killed a man last year.

Turns out he wasn't the man
I wanted to kill. Wrong guy. Anyway.

Now when I recall
shooting him dead...

...it still feels good.

It's a happy little memory to cherish,
like Christmas.

Now you're just trying
to shock me, aren't you?

- Yes.
- Mm-hm.

You seem like a happy soul,
Lorelei. Are you happy?

Yes, I am.

Well, that's nice. What's your secret?

- Faith.
- Oh.

Yes. Yes, I've heard that. Heh.

Patrick.

This is nice.

Been looking for you.
How you doing? Everything okay?

- How you doing, Oscar?
- Good, you?

Good, this is Lorelei.

Lorelei. What are you guys drinking?

Same again for my friends here.
Cognac for me.

- This is an amazing man right here.
Hm.

This man can reach beyond
the veil of death. Did you know that?

No, no. We- We just met, really.

Did you ever lose someone?
I lost my mother when I was five. Ahem.

But this man, he let me talk to her.

And I truly felt her presence.

She said she loves me.
She's always watching over me.

- Wow.
- Well, it's both a gift and a curse.

Yeah, huh?

I told my father all about you.

About what an awesome
spiritual experience it was.

Mm-hm.

Best 10 grand I ever spent.
My father, he's a tight bastard.

He says, "Ten grand? Screw that bitch.
Go get your money back."

Turns out my mother's not dead.
She ran off with her aerobics instructor.

She lives in San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Owns a nail salon.

That explains why she was so easy
to contact, I guess. Heh, heh, heh.

- That's good you can smile.
- Here's the thing -

I'm gonna be forgiving.
Give me my money back...

...and Mervin here
is gonna tune you up a little, that's all.

You, uh- You mind if I, um...?

Give me my money back.

Yeah. Can I-?
Pass that light, thanks.

I don't have it. I spent it all.

Okay. Then Mervin's gonna break
your arms and your legs.

And then when you're walking again,
you'll owe me 50 grand.

Aah!
MERVIN: Boss, let me get you -

I got it, I got it, I got it. Go get him.

There he is.

Ah.

Where you going?

Merv.

Police! Hold it right there!

Stay where you are.

Hey, I didn't do nothing.

You all right?

RIGSBY: Benjamin does this thing where
he scoots on his butt like a penguin.

It's so cute, it's insane.

Yeah.
- I got a clip on my phone.

- Let me find it.
Hey, T.

LISBON: Hey, Pat.
How you doing?

- Guys.
Hey.

LISBON:
Oh, God. What did that?

Shotgun. From about six inches away.

John Doe all the way.
No wallet, no tattoos, no jewelry...

- ...no face.
- There's a lot of blood.

- He must have been killed right here.
- Robbery?

There's no foot traffic.

Nothing but offices around here.
It's dead at night.

He must've arrived
in some vehicle.

There's an interstate ramp
a block away from here.

Our friend could've come
from Oregon.

Give us 20 minutes,
you can bag him.

No hurry.
Hey, sorry about Jane, by the way.

- That's too bad.
- Too bad about what?

That he got arrested.

I heard it from some guys in Vice.

He got busted for assault, fraud,
narcotics, resisting arrest. In Vegas.

- That's terrible.
- We should do something.

Like what?

I don't know. Try and talk to him,
I guess. See if he needs help.

It's been six months since he left.
Maybe he's changed.

- No.
But -

I offered him all the help in the world
and he turned me down many times.

He has to want to change.
He has to hit bottom and know it.

- That's Recovery 101, right?
- I guess.

- Maybe this is bottom.
- It's pretty low.

When he wants help, he'll ask us.
He knows where we are.

Hey, Pat. Good seeing you.
Get our John Doe here on ice quick.

- I think he's gonna be around for a while.
All right. See you.

Sign that.

Why am I being released?
I didn't raise bail.

- Somebody raised it for you.
- Who was that?

I don't have that information.

Teresa Lisbon is my guess.
Huh, Lisbon?

I don't have that information.

Okay, you don't have that information.
You can keep that, thank you.

Boss? Good news, bad news.

Bad news, our John Doe's prints
didn't get a match, so we still have no ID.

- Of course.
- Good news...

...Sac P.D. caught a homicide
on Pacoima and Third.

Suspect got away, but they have a
witness and they recovered the weapon.

A sawed-off shotgun. Ejected cartridge
was the same make as ours...

...and Pacoima and Third is 10 blocks
from our murder.

That's news.
Good news would be better than that.

- It's a lead.
- You're right. Sac P.D., you said?

- Who's the detective on it?
- Not sure.

Somebody on Rupert's night shift.

You're right, it's a good lead.
And I need to get out of here.

Let's go down in person,
see what they have.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Surprise.

Yeah.

Lorrie, right?

Lorelei. Sorry, this was a mistake.

No, no, no, Lorelei.
I'm very happy to see you.

Just been a little slow today.
It's been a rough week.

Yeah, I can imagine.

I brought you some chicken soup.

- For me?
- Yeah.

Come in.

Excuse the mess.

How did you know my address?

The bail bondsman gave it to me.

How did you know
who the bail bondsman was?

Ha, ha. What are you, Columbo,
with the third degree?

I'm sorry. Just a little curious.

I knew who he was because...

...I was the one that put up the money
for your bail.

That's a lot of money.

- I'll pay you back as soon I can.
- Figured you were good for it.

Why'd you do that for me?

You seem like a good man
who lost his way.

I could help, so I did.

And at this point, a straight-up
thank you would be okay.

Thank you.

There's a lot of good men out there...

...who have lost their way.

Wow, are you gonna make me
say it out loud?

I felt like we got along pretty good.

I felt like there was some kind of...

...weird connection there between us.
I trusted my feelings.

Damn it. Was I wrong?

No.

You weren't wrong.

Okay, then.

I have to warn you, Lorelei.

I'm not the great catch
you might think I am from...

...first impressions.

That's okay. Neither am I.

Bean, tell these people what you saw.

I'm collecting cans on Third right next
to the park where they sell their drugs.

There's a gunshot. Boom!

Then a tall, young Latin gentleman
come running out of the park...

...holding a sawed-off shotgun.

He trips and falls over, drops the gun,
then he gets up and runs away...

...leaves the gun.
And that's what I saw.

The tall, young Latin gentleman,
did you get a good look at him?

Come right by me.
Got a scar on his face right here...

...little chin beard, big gold earring,
like a pirate.

Black T-shirt, jeans, white shoes.

Anything on the T-shirt?
Logo, numbers?

- Don't think so.
- Thanks, Bean.

Wait, close your eyes and picture him.

Now imagine him coming toward you.

Oh!

There's a little dog
right here on his shirt.

Not a cute dog.
Like, you know, a snarling dog.

- Like a bulldog or a wolf?
- Wolf.

Grape Street Lobos wear black shirts
with a wolf on them.

- Thank you, Miss Bean.
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, so it's kind of thin...

...but my guys will check the Lobos,
we'll let you know.

We can do it for you, if you like.
CBI Gang Unit has a good database.

Thanks, but we don't even know
if it's the same gun as yours.

- Probably isn't.
- Yeah, okay, Rupe. Good seeing you.

Yeah.

Talk to Gang Unit,
see what they know about the Lobos.

- Okay.
- I'm gonna take some personal time...

...you take the car. I'm gonna walk.

Walk? I mean, okay.

See you.

MAN
The zebra's kick saves its life.

She got away.

A neck bite finally subdues her prey.

- The yearly wildebeest migration...
- You okay?

...brings several months'
supply of regular meals.

Good morning.

Good morning, sleepy lover.

You must have slept 12 hours.

- Yeah, I think I was tired.
- Hm.

I gotta go to work. I made some eggs.

How did you know I love eggs?

This is delicious, thank you.

- We had fun, huh?
- Yeah.

Perhaps we can see each other again.

That's not up to me.

- You have no say in it?
- None at all.

It's very restful.

I don't follow you.

I do what Red John tells me to do.

What?

Your freedom, our night together,
that was a gift from him.

You can hurt me if you'd like.

No, I don't wanna hurt you.

I've given up, he knows that.

- What does he want from me?
- He doesn't want anything from you.

After all these years...

...he's come to see you
as an old comrade...

...rather than an enemy.

He hopes you'll come
to feel the same way.

A comrade.

Patrick...

...look at yourself.

You need a new life.

He can give that to you.

You have to leave.

He's offering the hand of friendship.
If you refuse him, he'll be upset.

- Anyone would be.
- Get out.

You know where to find me.

- Hey, Grace, you seen Lisbon?
- She had to take some personal time.

- Where'd she go?
- Didn't say.

We have a lead.
I just got this from the Gang Unit.

Kevin Cintron, a.k.a. Purple.
Affiliated with the Grape Street Lobos.

- Matches the witness description.
- You show the witness the photo?

I do that, we go through Sac P.D.

They'll wanna take the bust.
We need the bust.

Must be a thousand bad guys
with gold earrings, beards and scars.

Got an address from his PO.

After killing two people,
probably not where he's at.

It's a good place to start, though,
and I'm going.

You want me to get you
some doughnuts while I'm out?

This is God.

What is it now?

You scared the life out of me.

I crawled all the way on my hands
and knees from that door.

- But it was worth it.
- What are you doing here?

It's good to see you.
How you been?

Worried sick is how I've been.
Then you pop in here...

...like a lunatic playing games,
asking how I've been.

- Just -
- Shame on you.

Stay calm, okay? It's important
that no one sees us together.

Why not?

I'm faking my breakdown.

It's a ruse to trap Red John.

You son of a bitch.

- You son of a bitch.
- Okay, we are in a church.

Wait, so how does faking a breakdown,
if that's what you're really doing...

...because it looks real to me,
how does that trap Red John?

What does Red John want from me?

What did he send that little girl
to ask me?

- Do you give up?
- Exactly. And I do give up. I quit.

I burn the Red John files,
I freak out at the boss...

...I admit defeat,
and I sink into a terrible depression.

Brilliant, you did that part great,
now what?

Why doesn't he just kill me?

Because it's too easy.

He wants to turn me.
He wants to make me his disciple.

So I admit defeat...

...and then he reaches out
to start a conversation.

- That's supposition. He's not going -
- He already has reached out.

He sent me a message.

I need to start a new life.
And he can help me.

- Help you? He wants to help you?
- Yeah.

- What are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna take him up on the offer.

I'm in a lot of real trouble.

- I do need a new life.
- Yes, you do.

That's what makes the gag work.

- Then what?
- I don't know. I let him lead.

That's the beauty of it.

He thinks I'm the fish
and he's the fisherman.

Unless he sees the truth.

I am giving him his heart's desire.
He will see what he wants to see.

Or not.

Fooled you, I can fool him.

Yeah, you fooled me all right.
Well done.

Yeah, well...

I'm sorry.

I tried calling.
I tried calling you hundreds of times...

...begging you to talk to me,
begging you to get help.

Not a reply. Not a word, not a text.

- Sorry.
- You know what?

I have not been sleeping, I've been -
Forget it. Never mind.

You know, you're a jerk.

And your plan, it's stupid.
It's not even a plan.

But you will help me.

What am I supposed to say, no?
God, you're despicable.

Take this. It's clean.

I'll call you when the time comes.
In the meantime, do not contact me.

Do not let anyone from CBI
contact me.

And don't tell anyone the truth.

Not a soul.

I can't believe
you didn't tell me you were doing this.

That you couldn't trust me
with a secret.

We're supposed to be partners.

God knows I am happy you're back.
It is a huge relief.

But what you did,
frankly, was a betrayal.

God, I hate you, Jane. I hate you.

We have your prints
on the shotgun, Kevin.

We have an eyewitness who saw you
shoot Dashawn Willits with that shotgun.

I'm showing them the gun
because I'm trying to sell it.

Fool tried to take the gun from me.

But the first shooting,
the white John Doe on Lincoln Avenue?

- That guy try to steal your gun?
- I didn't touch that man.

Killed himself.

Swear to God.

Me and Manfredo, we cruising down the
alleyway, we looking for open windows.

See this guy
sitting up against the Dumpster.

Got a bicycle next to him
and a sawed-off shot gun.

Just as we start to get close,
damn if he don't blow off his head.

Hara-kiri. No messing around.

- How we know you're telling the truth?
- You don't.

You just know what is.

Come on, man. Ask Manfredo,
he gonna tell you the same thing.

Yeah, man just shot himself. Boom.

Freaked me out.

I wanted the gun, but Kevin took it.
I got the bike. Sweet fixie.

- Where's the bike, Manfredo?
- Got stolen.

I know, ironic, right?

- Did you take anything else from him?
- We looked. He had nothing on him.

He's telling the truth. Cintron admitted
to the second killing, no problem.

- Why would he lie about this one?
- We'll never know who he was.

Poor soul.

- Lisbon, a word?
LISBON: Yeah.

- Is that the John Doe case you're on?
- Yes, sir, it looks to be a suicide.

Oh, good. Excellent.
Get that off the books, eh?

I wanted to talk to you about Jane.

It's been six months since he's gone.
I think it's time for a little outreach.

It's the humane thing to do.
He was a big part of the CBI family.

- I suppose, but -
- I just wanna give him a call...

...see if, you know,
I can't persuade him into rehab...

...or a psychiatry program.

It could make a big difference
in his sentencing.

He could get community service.

He could come and work for us,
eventually.

God knows we need him.

Closure rates being
what they are right now, low.

Yes, sir,
and we will do our best to fix that...

...but I don't think we can help Jane.

And besides, he's made his bed.

I don't think
I could work with him again.

I need someone I can rely on.

I'm surprised.
I thought you would wanna help him.

Well, I do.

It's not how it looks. I just have a feeling
Jane's better off left alone right now.

Okay. It was just a thought.

I've been thinking about what you said,
about your friend.

Yes?

You said that he could help me
start a new life.

LORELEl:
Mm-hm.

What does that mean, exactly?

A new identity, money, a place to live.

A job if you want one.

And I do what in exchange?

Accept his friendship.

- It's that easy?
- Sure.

I mean, he'll wanna speak to you first.

Make sure you're on the level,
if that's all right.

- Yeah.
- And you'll need to bring him a gift.

To show your respect for him.

What kind of gift?

Well...

...Teresa Lisbon's dead body
would be the perfect thing.

That's absurd.

What did you tell me?

There is no right or wrong.

There's just stuff that happens.

No, no.
There has to be something else.

I can't think of anything else
that would please him.

I can't do that.

I understand you're not there yet.

But look at it from his point of view.

How else will he know
you've truly had a change of heart?

- Jane.
- Not now.

WAINWRIGHT
I'm glad to see that...

Jane.

RIGSBY:
Jane.

Well, it's good to see you all.

- How are you?
- We're good. How are you?

Never better. Never better.

LISBON:
Jane?

There you are.

Good luck, Teresa.

Love you.

What happened?

- What happened?
- Patrick Jane.

He took Lisbon.

Is he-? Oh.

Oh, my God.

His face.

Who is that?

That's Rigsby.

It's Wayne Rigsby.

Turn it up.

In a macabre twist,
after killing Agent Rigsby...

...34-year-old father of a baby boy...

...the suspect, Patrick Jane, took
Agent Teresa Lisbon, presumed dead...

...away with him
when he escaped.

Authorities will not speculate
as to why he wants her dead body.

Oh, I'm hungry.
I'm going to the store for nachos.

You guys want anything?
Got pizza, hot dogs.

- I'm good.
- Me too.

- Rigsby -
RIGSBY: Yeah, I know, I know.

Don't call Sarah, I know.

It's killing me, though.
She must be freaking out.

Think of how happy she's gonna be
when you come back to life.

So where'd you find this place?

The owner owes me poker money
he'll never pay back.

Oh.

So that thing you said
before you shot me.

What did you mean?

What did I say?

I was kind of hyped up.

Me too. I thought at any moment
we were gonna get found out.

That's her.

- Hello.
- I spoke to my friend.

He wants to meet with you.

2369 Foxglove Parkway,
South West Las Vegas.

Go there at 3:00 today
and wait for instructions.

2369 Foxglove Parkway at 3.

- Don't forget the gift.
- I have it right here.

Don't bring the whole thing.
Just the head.

Okay.

So you want the good news
or the bad news first?

You lost two fine agents. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I knew Jane was wrong somehow,
but I certainly never expected this.

Well, nobody did.

We received no evaluation
that indicated danger of this sort.

- CBI is in no way liable.
- Hm.

The question remains,
why did Jane do this?

Orders from Red John?

If so, why now? Why Lisbon?

I was talking with Lisbon.
I suggested we reach out...

...to try and help Jane because
he's in trouble, and she said no, firmly.

Said, "It's not how it looks."

- Meaning what?
- I don't know.

I don't know what to think.

Pretty much the whole neighborhood
is in foreclosure.

- Hardly anyone there. It's a ghost town.
- Smart move by Red John.

Tough to set up any kind of surveillance
in advance.

- Movement's gonna be conspicuous.
RIGSBY: He's suspicious.

No, he's just cautious.

- And he's hooked. He believes.
- How can you be sure?

Because he wants to believe.

LISBON:
We're doing this thing, so let's just do it.

Is everybody clear on the plan?
We're gonna move soon.

Hey, you guys, listen.

I wanna apologize for deceiving you.

Whatever.

- And thank you for helping me now.
- We're helping the boss.

She's helping you. We're helping her.

- Guys, cut him some slack.
- Yay, team.

A12. Rigsby, W.

- No face.
- Right.

- Could be anybody.
- Well, it says Rigsby here. No mistake.

- Do you have a tape measure?
- Sure.

Bill, I need you to find out ASAP...

...where Kimball Cho and Grace Van Pelt
are located.

Yeah, right now. Hold on one second.

Put that at the top of his head.

5'11".

This isn't Wayne Rigsby.

Yeah. Find out where they are. Thanks.

And Bill, I want arrest warrants prepped...

...for every single member
of that CBI team, dead or alive.

Hm.

And the game begins.

JANE
Hey, Lisbon.

Been a while since you rode
on the handlebars of a man's bike.

LISBON: Ha, ha.
- It's kind of romantic.

Wind in your hair.

You're a sick man.

5059.

5065. 506...

There is no 5071.

There's nothing. It's just desert.

There's no one here.

Hang on.

Long black limousine.

We're moving in.
We'll be on the scene in three minutes.

- Stay healthy till then.
- Wait.

Let's just be sure.

Large man with a gun.

Red John's girl. This is it.

All right, we're moving in.

FBI. Turn off the car
and show me your hands.

- FBI. Nobody move.
RIGSBY: CBI!

- Don't, we're CBI agents.
LISBON: You're making a mistake.

Get out now.
LISBON: We're in the middle of an operation.

Hands on the car.

AGENT 2
Stay where you are and don't move.

- Hi.
- Hey.

That the gift?

- Red John in there?
LORELEl: Mm-hm.

He's looking forward to speaking
with you.

You know, Patrick, there's a childish
hopefulness about you...

...that is really quite adorable.

Put it on the hood.

So what is it? A football? A cabbage?

Melon. Honeydew. Organic.

Adorable.

Frisk him, then beat him. A little.

Well, well, well.

LISBON:
You don't understand.

No, I don't understand.

You're supposed to be dead,
as are you.

- This is very strange.
- Susan, I am begging you.

Please, listen to what I'm saying.

Our fake deaths were a ruse
to trap Red John, and it worked.

Jane is with him right now
and his life is in grave danger.

- He's at 5071 Keston Drive.
- Uh-huh.

That's enough.
We haven't got much time.

Put him in the passenger seat.

Damn. That hurt.

Unh!

Hello, Patrick.

Hey.

How you doing?

Debonair at all costs, huh?

When did you know?

Oh, you strung me along
for a good long while.

Well done.

Luckily I have a good friend in the FBI,
so I found out when the FBI found out.

Cat got your tongue?

I have nothing to say.

Really?

Nothing?

"Go to hell" goes without saying,
so, yes, nothing.

As you well know, Patrick,
there is no hell.

When I die, I won't be punished.

What if you really did have
a change of heart?

What if you and I were friends?

Imagine the life we could lead.

It's a higher path, Patrick.

A nobler existence.

Like I said, go to hell.

As you wish.

Lorelei, cut off two of his fingers.

You choose which. Then we should go.

Unh.
- I'm sorry.

Ah! Ah!

FBI!
FBI! Turn off the vehicle!

Let me see your hands! Come on!
Out of the car.

Get your hands up!

Turn around, face the car.

RECORDING: This call has been disconnected.
Please hang up and try your call again.

This call has been disconnected.

- Please hang up and try your call again.
Oh, God.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Never better.

I'm very happy to meet you, Lorelei.

We rarely get the chance to talk to
someone who knows Red John so well.

Good to meet you too.
Heard so much about you.

We were lovers, him and me.

Did he tell you that?

No?

Why not, lover?

You ashamed of me?

Did we do something bad?

I know it's hard to believe now,
but you're gonna talk to us.

You're gonna break down and tell us
everything about Red John.

You're gonna sing like a bird.

No, lover, I won't.

Yes, you will.

Yes, you will.