The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 5, Episode 19 - Red Letter Day - full transcript

(Footsteps approaching)

Hey, Cho.

Okay, how'd you do that?

Well, you tread
a little heavier than Lisbon,

and Rigby's car
isn't in the lot.

We've got a case
and Lisbon's busy.

So you and I
are riding out.

Excellent.
I'll meet you downstairs.

Okay.

(Pen clicks)

(Door rumbles)



(Lock rattles)

(Snaps)

(Birds chirping)

(Car door closes)

Quaint.

(Cho) Yeah.

I'm Kimball Cho.
This is Patrick Jane.

County coroner. Deb Granger.
Pleased to meet you.

We don't get to work
a lot of murders around here.

You got a little, uh,
something on your--

Oh.

Brain matter. Good catch.
Mm.

Victim's name is Hollis Percy.
61 years of age.

His wife found him
this morning.



And he owned the town of Percy.
The whole town?

Yeah. Schools, roads,
bakery--

been in his family
since the gold rush.

Not exactly booming
by the looks of it.

They still get a little
tourism off the highway.

(Sniffing)

Smells of juniper.
(Continues sniffing)

Cologne?

Uh, I don't--
no. More like...

(Sniffs) Cheap gin--

drunken out of necessity,
not pleasure.

So, he drank alone.
He let the killer in.

He knew him or her.
They argued--

how'd you know they argued?

Well, he is dead.

What did they argue about?
Well, I don't know.

What do people
argue about?

Money, power, love,
jealousy--

Revenge... sorry,
I shouldn't do that.

Oh, no. Jump right in.
This is a murder. It's exciting.

What's your guess
on time of death?

Rigor stiffness suggests
12 hours or more.

Probably that's
your murder weapon.

It's an antique.
Colt 1851 Navy. .36 caliber.

Probably hasn't been fired
in a century.

Right. So, instead,
your guy... or gal--

Whack.
Whack.

Penetrating trauma
to the back of the skull

was introduced by
the butt of the gun.

Once I pop the calvarium,
I'll know if that's

our official cause of death.

That's great.
Let's pop the calvarium.

(Gunshot)
You two hold here.

What is...
(Gunshots continue)

We're gonna hold here.
They've got this covered.

(Galloping)

(Man) Like I said, folks,
anything can happen here

in rough 'n' tumble
Percy, California.

Let's--wait--let's have uh--uh,
a big round of applause

for our modern-day
gunslingers here, yeah.

What the hell are you doing?
This is a crime scene.

Don't you know there's
a dead body in there?

These people paid 25 bucks
each in advance.

They're entitled to a show.
Well, they got one.

Now shut this down
and clear the area right now.

(Whinnies)

♪ The Mentalist 5x19 ♪
Red Letter Day
Original Air Date on April 14, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

(indistinct conversations)

I think that's why
I liked San Francisco.

I never saw myself living
in the place I grew up.

You know?

Yeah. I know.

(Cup clatters)

What about you?

Where did you grow up?

Oh, we moved around--

for dad's work,
and then for mom's work...

I like to say
I grew up in America.

Yeah. Yeah.

Um...

I hate to do this,
but I have to run.

We have a fresh case.

Please. I'm glad we were
able to do this--

sit down like this.

This is nice.

You're really easy
to talk to, Teresa.

Thanks, Bob.

(Chair scrapes floor)

Are there any new lines
of inquiry on Red John?

We've had some leads,
but...

I hate to admit it--
we're kind of stuck.

Nothing. No.

What about Jane?

I don't think
he has anything. (Cell phone ringing)

But he'd tell you
if he did.

Yeah. Yeah, he would.
(Cell phone continues ringing)

Okay. Well, I'm sure
we'll talk.

Homeland Security beckons.
Okay.

Is it cold in here?
Yeah. A/C's on the fritz--

it's stuck on cold.
They got someone coming in.

So I'm not crazy, okay.
Right.

Percy, California.
Incorporated by J.D. Percy

as a trading post in 1870.

Trade dried up,
but the Percy family stayed.

They tried to make it work.
Mm-hmm.

It's basically been a tourist
town for the past 30 years.

But that hasn't been
going too great.

Sorry. It was
a "welcome back" gift.

Very thoughtful, Wayne.

Well, how did you know
it was from me?

I'm a homicide detective.
(Telephone ringing in distance)

Now, Hollis Percy
owned every building.

People pay him rent,
and he was the bank.

That property belongs
to his wife--

Joanna--
for a few weeks, anyway.

Well, why only a few weeks?
He ran out of money.

The wild west show
was a last-ditch chance

to drum up some cash, but now
the whole place is up for sale.

They started selling
property this year.

Houses, stores--
people rented for generations

and now becoming owners.

A lot of money changing hands.

There could be motive there.

Go through all
the real estate transactions--

see if anything shakes loose.

Any usable prints on the gun?
Doesn't look that way.

Okay. I'm going to go
talk to the family.

Make sure they take care
of this A/C today.

That was it?
That's all Kirkland said.

He was just fishing.

Don't you think it's odd--

Homeland Security's
fascination

with a California
serial killer?

Everything about
Bob Kirkland is odd.

Well, yes.
Just add that to the list.

Hello there.

Emmett Cook,
chief of police.

Sorry I couldn't be
at the crime scene.

Yeah, why couldn't
you be there?

Something a little more
pressing than a murder?

I'm agent Lisbon,
and this is Patrick Jane.

Hi.
Hi.

Um, actually,
I couldn't be there

'cause I was dealing
with a fire.

Quite a mess, uh,
third one this year.

These, uh, meth labs guys
are setting up in empty cabins,

uh, the things go...

(Blows air) Kablooey.

(Blows air) Kablooey, indeed.
So you've been busy, Chief?

Do you think the drug trade
had something to do

with Hollis Percy's murder?

I don't see
the connection. No.

I mean, there could be,
but that would be...

Uh, messy?

Yes... You could say that.
I did.

Well, I just wanted
to stop by and let you know

that I am available
if CBI needs my help.

Thank you, b-but that's
kind of a conflict of interest.

You aiding in the investigation
of the murder

of the man
who pays your salary.

Well, plus you've got some
meth dealers to track down.

Yes. Yes, I do.

Well, if you need anything,
just, um...

shout.

We'll holler.

Very odd little
country welcome.

No. There's been no trouble.

The last murder
in Percy was a long time ago.

It's safe here.
We have good schools.

We--we build
riding trails and--

and Hollis maintained
it all beautifully.

Dad loved this town.

But you don't... Ian?

Of course he does.
Yeah I mean, you know?

Well, it's not
a trick question.

No, of course.

I just moved back
to help with the transition.

I was in San Francisco
working venture capital.

It was time to come home.

Was Hollis meeting someone
in his office last night?

We think the attack
took place around 8:00.

Well, it's possible.

He kept a lot of late hours
the past few years.

Yeah, he tried everything--
talking to investors,

developers, but, you know, towns
like this are just dying out.

Mm.

Still, he was a futile lord
ruling over

a town of downtrodden serfs.

He must have had someone
that hated him.

He was respected.
Ask anyone.

What about the sale
of the town?

Was there
any friction there?

So he had a few critics.

Could you do me a favor?

Just grab a piece
of paper there--

and a pen--
and write down the name

that you just thought of--
just now.

Write it down.
Don't show it to each other.

(Paper rips)
(Joanna) Why?

Please?
(Sighs)

(Chuckles)

(Pen clicks)

(Pen clicks, paper crinkles)

Francisco Navarro.

And you had
the same thought.

Who is Francisco Navarro?
He runs a wild west show.

He's an old friend
of the family...

and he didn't think
we should sell.

Hollis did what
he had to do.

A bunch of amateurs
playing cowboys and Indians

weren't going to save us no
matter what Francisco believed.

He's pretty dedicated
to this place.

You think he was angry enough
to act on it?

Like I said...
He's dedicated.

(Cho) That's a nice jacket,
Mr. Navarro.

What would you call that...

a duster?

I'm the medicine man
in the show.

I'm going right there
from here.

Just answer the question.

Yes. It's a duster.

(Flips folder open)

Are you writing that down?

Tell me about
the wild west show.

Our program is a fully
immersive step back

in the 19th century.
I oversee 20 performers.

We run six days a week.
Wednesdays and Fridays,

we stage a medicine man show.

(Cho) And you're in charge?
(Paper rustles)

Which makes this piece
on your blog...

kind of odd.

"Killing Percy."

Well, I meant
the town of Percy,

not Hollis Percy, obviously.
Yeah. That's some bad timing.

Yes, it is.

It is also
the inalienable right

of every citizen
in the state of California

to freely speak, write,
and publish his sentiments

on all subjects.
I overreacted--

online.

I would never do harm
to my friend.

But he wasn't your friend.
No, he was.

But... when he started
selling property last year,

(sighs) See, that's just
giving up

on something worth fighting for.
He was weak.

And he couldn't afford
to run the town?

Which meant your show
was gonna get shut down.

Yeah, and what thanks do I get?

I built our program
to save Percy.

Tourists came--
just not enough.

And then with these cabins
exploding up there in the woods,

it's getting ugly.

Where were you last night
at 8:00 p.m.?

I was in the bar
with some of my actors.

If you're so dialed
into the town,

who else had a beef
with your friend?

I have no idea.
Look, I gotta go.

I have a show to put on.

(Cho) His alibi relies
on the account

of a bunch of drunks.

Real drunks
or old-timey pioneer drunks

that are getting paid
by the hour?

Well, either way, he could have
left the bar at any point,

walked 30 yards to
Hollis' office, and walked out.

Oh, we're heading
to the bar now.

All right. We're gonna go
meet the police chief.

And then Rigsby wants
to go check out those cabins.

The meth lab fires? Might be
worth looking into, I guess.

Follow close as my magical
and mysterious friend... (Nugget clanks)

Mr. Golden Nugget--
travels a trail of deception (Cup clanks)

before your very eyes.
Young man...

Under which of these
humble chalices

does the golden nugget
reside?

That one.
Hmm?

(Clicks teeth and sighs)
A brave choice,

but sadly,
it's the wrong one.

Hey! Care to wager again?
A buck buys three guesses,

but pays 5
if you guess right.

I-I believe
I-I saw your move.

Oh, what have we here...
(Claps hand)

A skeptic? Please sir,
step right up. (Chuckles)

Test my skills.

See if you remain
unconvinced.

Don't mind if I do. Okay...
All right.

So the nugget goes
in the cup like this. (Nugget clanks)

And then we move them
around like this until...

I can't tell
which one it's in.

Then you continue doing that,
but then to do this,

don't you need to have
a gold nugget?

Oh.

I believe I saw
your move there, friend.

You did, did you?
Mm-hmm. You won't mind?

Not at all. Not one little bit.
Uh, now, come on.

What?
You know I felt that.

Felt what?
My wallet, please.

I beg your pardon?

Sir.
(Scoffs) I-I mean, this?

Oh, this. Is this it?
Mm-hmm.

I've never seen that in my life.

So you're schooled in the craft?
Yeah, I used to be.

I'm a little rusty.
Mm...

Mm-hmm.
But you know what? Worth a shot.

(Cups clanking)
Wait a minute!

What?
Where's my gold?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Bro, that thing is real.

All right, sir. We will
get you your gold back.

Jane.
I don't have your gold.

Maybe the kid
can enlighten you.

The ki--

(sighs and whispers)
I'm sorry.

Mm-hmm.

Here we go, Lisbon...
(Whispers) Gossip.

Two sarsaparillas, please.

Sure I can't
Irish those up for ya?

Oh, would that I could,
but we're on the job.

Oh. Are you guys
here about the murder?

I mean, not that
you stand out

in your suits
or anything, but--

We're with the CBI.

(Mug thuds)
Yes. Um, can I ask you...

Do they let you use
your real name in this shop?

I guess. Um, I'm Lily...

Mm-hmm.
Soto.

You looked a little
spooked just then.

Did you know Hollis?
Barely.

I grew up in Jasper--
in the valley.

He interviewed me for this job
like a year ago.

Did his employees
like him?

Yeah. Yeah, I mean,
he tips us out at Christmas.

He's generous--

too much, probably.
Mm.

Well, I imagine that
some people bad-mouth him

once the booze starts to flow.

Oh. I mean, you know,
people talk.

Some people weren't happy

with the way he was
running the town.

He kept this place going.

Yeah, but it's--it's been
getting bad for a while.

Rumor is there's a mall
moving in.

Like, wow, right? But...

People are freaking out
about these meth labs.

Some friends were gonna
buy the bar,

but everybody's moving away.

Francisco Navarro--was he here
last night at 8:00 p.m.?

Yeah.

Yeah. I mean, he's pretty
much here every night.

You would be, too,
if you drank for free.

Mm-hmm.

Is that on?

(Scoffs)
Probably not since disco.

Hollis Percy overpaid
his workers.

He hired three bartenders
when two would suffice.

And yet he's dead.

So, do you think
his generosity got him killed?

I just think it's odd
that such a swell guy

felt compelled to pay
for loyalty.

(Birds chirping)

So the police have
no surveillance footage

on Main Street.
Nope.

And we follow up by driving
out to the woods. Why?

Timing.

An explosion the night
before a murder--

doesn't that seem
suspicious to you?

Not really. They're meth labs.
They explode.

Well, let me ask you this.

Doesn't something look
off here?

Yeah, everything's burned.

Yeah, but this is not
completely torched.

Feel that.
I'm good.

It feels like
a flame-retardant gel.

That's why some of this
stuff here survived.

Before this place
burned down,

someone--
someone sprayed it down--

so that the flames wouldn't
spread into a forest fire.

So this wasn't an accident?
No.

Okay.
Then, what was it?

So you think it was arson?

Well, maybe it was
a rival gang

trying to make a point--
like a territorial thing?

Yeah, but what kind
of drug dealer

sprays the place down
for safety?

I don't know.

There might be a connection
to Hollis' murder here.

It's weird. It's almost
as if someone

mocked these places up to make
them look like meth labs.

Okay, you and Cho
look into it.

(Engine turns off)

(Tools rattling)

(Toolbox thuds)

We're at the door.
30 seconds till we're in.

(Lock clicks)

(Door thuds)

(Toolbox latches click)

(Toolbox latch clicks)

(Door rumbles)

Go ahead. Say it.

Then you're supposed
to say, "say what?"

And then I say,
"You think I'm an idiot...

for buying Van Pelt
that orchid."

You know what?
I'm glad I did.

'Cause now the ball's
in her court.

I'm gonna be so Zen
about this.

Yep, the next move's hers.

I'm just gonna be the reed
that bends in the breeze.

You're still
in love with her.

But instead of telling her,
you bought her a plant.

Yeah, that's pretty
Zen, though. Right?

Howdy, fellas.

How long are you boys
going to be fiddling

with those newfangled
contraptions there?

CBI arson unit, sir.
We'll be done shortly.

(Sighs)

Look, Mr. Navarro's
kicking my butt--

trying to get the show
back up here.

We've been shut down
all day.

Hi. I'm Ian Percy.
I'm in charge here.

Are you gentlemen
with the CBI?

Yes, Mr. Percy. I'm Agent Cho.
This is Agent Rigsby.

CBI arson unit.
Arson unit?

We're driving up
to check out those cabin fires.

Hitting it bright and early
tomorrow morning.

Oh, it's arson, you think?
Isn't that--

wasn't it supposed to be some
crystal meth mishap?

Well, fortunately
it didn't all burn down.

Once we get the chemical
signature of the burn,

we can tell if someone
torched it.

We'll find our bad guy
pretty quick after that.

Let me know if you
need anything from me.

In the meantime,
I'll let you get back to it.

(Trunk slams shut)

(Crickets chirping)

(Clanks)

(Gasoline splashing)

Hello, Chief.
(Chief) You got no case.

You're wasting your time.

So, you saw me carrying
a gas can. Big deal.

Besides, you didn't even
take your fancy equipment

out of the truck.

(Cho) Yeah, there was no
fancy equipment.

Just your guilty conscience.

Want something to drink?

It's a long drive
back to Sacramento.

You look cozy there, Chief.

He knows how this goes.

He's a cop.

And you're a crook, too,
right?

That's why you built
these phony meth labs--

burned 'em down?

And you were trying
to scare people away.

Drive down prices
and buy property on the cheap.

(Sighs) Look...

even if I did set
a couple cabins on fire...

So what?

Maybe I like fires.

Listen, Emmett...

this isn't hypothetical.

Right now
you're our prime suspect

in this murder case.
You know what to do.

You don't want to be wrapped up
in a murder investigation.

Help yourself out.

All right, look, um, the thing
is in about three to four years,

a new outlet mall
is going to open here--

uh, next to Percy.

So I figure I could
hold onto the land till then.

Then... dump it?

But Hollis figured it out?
And he confronted you?

No. Hollis was clueless.
So what did happen?

My colleague here
thinks you killed him.

So far I can't tell
if you have the stones.

No--no...

No, guys... (Chuckles)
Guys, I'm--

Hollis didn't suspect
a thing, I'm telling you.

He was just some
rich... weirdo.

They both are.
They? Who's they? The son?

Joanna--his wife.

Uh, two weeks ago,
I get a call to the house--

the neighbor heard
some screaming.

He was drunk.

And she was out of control--

shrieking.

Shrieking... about what?

(Exhales)

Jane made a lot
of Red John connections here.

It looks like he's building
his own time line.

It's all on the drive.

We printed out
some greatest hits.

This is good.
We could log it into the system.

Not necessary.

So you'll just...
Take it from here?

I will.

(Door closes,
flash drive clicks)

He was sober for 20 years.

A month ago, he fell
off the wagon,

and he could be
a mean drunk.

Did he hit you?

No.
No?

Okay.

What could have caused him
to start drinking again?

Well, he had his triggers.

But his father's been dead
a long time.

Were there
romantic problems?

You're sweet.

You mean, was Hollis
sleeping around?

Or maybe you found out.

Maybe you argued,
and he was drunk,

and things got
out of control.

Hollis used to run around.

He was fun--

too much fun.

But he grew to be
faithful.

He was terrified
of change.

A wife knows.

If you were married,
you'd understand

what I was talking about.

Are you married,
Agent Van Pelt?

Not yet. Sounds like fun.
Mm.

I like the police chief
for the murder.

He's a weasel.

Real estate records show
that Cook and some

poorly rigged holding company
bought properties in town.

He had a lot to lose
if Hollis exposed his scam.

(Patrick) Juicy stuff.

You have him pegged right
as a weasel,

but I don't think
he's a killer.

I think Joanna hides
it well, but Hollis

may have been abusive.
You're thinking self defense.

There is one vexing detail
still missing.

Something in Hollis' life
changed... a month ago.

You mean, to get him
drinking again.

Yeah, exactly. Something.

We have to figure out
what it was.

Okay. How?

Well, Joanna has no idea

or she has no
inclination to tell us.

Nor does anyone else.

Maybe something in his past
re-emerged.

That's thin.

Yeah. That is thin.

But you have
to start somewhere.

Hmm. Beautiful orchid, Grace.
Well chosen, Rigsby.

(Door hinges creak)

(Ring thuds)
(Lily) Hey.

Set you up with
another sarsaparilla--

on the house?
Ah. Who'd say no to that?

I'm gonna get going.
Agent Jane.

(Beer tap bubbling)
See you around.

Sure thing, Mr. Percy.
Mr. Percy? Very formal.

Uh, well, you know, (Mug thuds)
it pays to kiss the ring.

So, you cracked
your case yet?

(Swallows)
Cracked, uh, mm...

not likely. No.

Uh, when does Francisco
usually show up here?

He should be here soon.

I heard you clowned Kevin
pretty good.

Kevin--the magician.

Oh, him. Yes.
Wouldn't call him a magician.

Normally has to be
magic involved.

(Chuckles) Yeah.

I hear you got real powers.

No, I--just a little (Mug thuds)
mind reading and predictions...

That's all.
Show me.

Please?

Okay.

How about I tell you
what you're gonna have

for breakfast tomorrow morning?
Okay.

I'm gonna need a pen,
paper, and an envelope.

Mm.
(Mug thuds)

Tasty.
Voila.

Thank you.
(Envelope slides)

Close your eyes.

I want you to imagine
being in your kitchen

tomorrow morning.

This is what I like
about tending bar--

you meet all kinds.

Visualize yourself...

Looking into the cupboard...

Looking at all the items,

thinking about what
you're gonna eat.

And then you choose
which one you want.

You got it?
Yeah.

You sure?
Mm-hmm.

Okay.

(Envelope crinkles)
Done.

Put it somewhere safe.
We'll open it tomorrow.

No peeking.
Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.

(Chuckles)
(Francisco) Barmaid!

Shot of whiskey
and a beer back.

(Indistinct conversations)

♪

What do you need?
Backup.

I don't like it
when you say you need backup

and nothing's happened yet.

Nothing to worry about.
We're just here to talk.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

Uh, do you mind?

Oh, she didn't have
to go anywhere. (Mug thuds)

I already said my piece,
but go ahead.

Well, we're interested
in ancient history--

which seems to be
your department--

so it's obvious
that we start with you.

We want to know about
Hollis Percy's drinking.

Well, he used to drink
and then he stopped.

Then he started again.
You have any idea why?

Well, who knows what drives
any other man?

Mr. Navarro,
answer the question.

Let's try this another way.

Y-you and Hollis used
to knock around together--

you're lifelong buddies, huh?

Yeah, we used to have
some fun.

Well, it seems there was
nothing in his current life

that would drive him
to drink, so I am guessing

it was something from
his old life

that came out
out of the woodwork.

Or someone. Tell me--
how far off am I?

No idea what you're
talking about.

Mm.

Really?

You know what
I find sad?

The way you're so tucked
in the Percy family pocket.

Tucked in their pocket?
Yeah. Like a soiled hankie.

(Chair slides)

(Man) You got a problem here,
boss?

No. No problem.
(Chair slides)

No we're--we're fine.

Okay? We're good?

You are hiding information
from the police, though,

which is a crime.
Why would I do that?

Well, possibly
to protect yourself

by protecting Hollis Percy.
I'm not sure.

What's he talking about?
He doesn't know.

Yes, but you do.

You talk a big game
about fighting for this town--

fighting for the staff.
But the truth is

you sold out to Hollis
a long time ago.

So long ago, you probably
thought he was your friend--

which is not sad--
that's just stupid.

You son of a bitch!

(Punch lands)

Maybe we got a problem.

(Scuffles)
(Man grunts)

(Crashes)
Is this part of the show?

No.
(Grunting)

All right, come on, guys.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

(Cho) Come on!
(Grunting continues)

He could have asked nicely,
that's all I was saying.

I was there.
You want more coffee?

No, I'm good.

And Jane thinks you know
who came after Hollis Percy.

(Chuckles) Based on what,
precisely?

Well, we don't need
to be precise. You do.

Okay.

Yeah, we got into some
trouble when we were kids.

Hollis got involved
with this one crazy girl--

townie from a few miles
up the road--

she was pretty.

This was right after
he married Joanna.

He do that a lot?

Slumming it with the local girls?
Yeah, he did.

But this girl got pregnant.

And Hollis paid her to--
to deal with it.

Her brother found out--

uh, her brother was
bad news.

He roughed up Hollis
pretty thoroughly.

And the brother held
a grudge this whole time.

Yeah, he might have.

He was in prison for 12 years.
He got out a month ago.

I thought maybe he came looking
for a handout from Hollis.

The rich guy
he had dirt on.

Something like that.
What happened to the girl?

Well, we heard
she went back home.

This was 30 years ago.

Hollis was a mess.

His dad found out--
almost disowned him.

Poor guy.

Yes, we had
a falling out, but...

Hollis was always
my friend.

And Ian--he had no idea.
He's a good kid.

And you may have given
your friend's killer

a 2-day head start.

I need to know
the guy's name--

the brother.

Flores. Dominic Flores.

(Mouse clicks)

(Liquid pouring, cup clanks)

(Ice rattles)

(Whirs)

(Glass thuds)

(Paper rustles)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Cho) You gonna touch
all of them?

Haven't touched that one.

I'm looking for poppy.
Lisbon took it.

If you want poppy,
grab the everything bagel.

Yeah, but it has all that
other stuff on it.

Like those onion scraps, I mean,
what are the point of those?

All you see are problems.
All I see are bagels.

Just make a choice.

(Rustles bagels)

(Sighs)
(Plate clacks)

(Whispers) Great.

(Telephone rings in distance)

Where are we
with the brother--

Hollis' old buddy?
Oh, you mean Dominic Flores?

He's fresh out of Folsom
serving 12 years and 7 weeks

for robbing--
what did it say?

16 jewelry stores
and a pet shop.

Yeah. He stole
a boa constrictor.

Of course he did.

He was released
a month ago.

His parole officer
says he's been diligent.

But the night of the murder he
was at a job fair in Sacramento.

The coroner puts
the attack at 8:00 p.m.

He couldn't have been both places.
I don't think so.

I spoke to a guy who
had a booth at the job fair--

a solar panel company.

He said Dominic signed in
for an interview at 7:45.

(Cell phone vibrates) Okay. What about
the sister, Juliana?

Still looking. She bounced
around for a bit,

then fell out of touch
with the family.

So it's possible
Dominic got out

and paid Hollis
an awkward visit.

That might explain
his drinking,

but it doesn't explain
his murder.

We should ask Joanna
if she knew about the pregnancy

after the show.
What do you mean?

Jane says we need to go
to the "Medicine Man" show,

obviously... Rigsby,
you want to drive?

As long as I'm not
called up to volunteer--

sure.

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Clears throat)

Ah, Kevin.
You again.

You know, I-I'm afraid
we got off on the wrong foot,

and you need my help,
I need your help.

Maybe we can come to some
kind of agreement.

Why do I need your help?
Your magic sucks eggs.

I can help you with that,
and you can help me in return

by giving me a couple of minutes
of your stage time.

Sucks eggs, huh?

Pick a card. I won't look.
All right.

Pick what card?
You took my cards.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Give me back my cards.
Hey, hey, hey, Kevin--

Kevin, let's modulate
the attitude.

What's the problem?
This guy is trying to get in my head.

He's trying to ruin my act.
He stole my cards.

Kevin, that's not true.
I-I think you should cool down

before you go anywhere
near an audience.

Stop playing with me.

Mr. Jane, maybe you'd be
better off taking your seat.

I can handle this.
Sure, I'd appreciate that.

He's a little scary.

Oh, you're gonna handle it,
Francisco?

Handle this. I quit.
(Hat thuds)

Here you go.

Candy-ass pickpocket
tryin' to bust my chops.

(Patrick) I beg your pardon.

Nobody handles me.
What did you do?

Who's he calling
a candy-ass?

Well, now I have
no magic show. Thank you.

That's great--
I know magic.

Yeah?
Yes. What's your favorite number?

Uh, 23.
(Chuckles) Really?

Check that pocket, there.

How'd you do that?
Do I get the gig?

(Laughs) Hell, yeah!

(Both laugh)

So what is it
that Jane's gonna do?

No idea.
Really?

Sometimes it's best just to be
relaxed about this stuff.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,

and cowboys, too.

Now, you all are in for
a frontier treat

that will mesmerize and amaze.

I'm proud to present to you
the daring work

of magician and mental mystic,
Patrick Jane!

Let's hear it for him!
(Cheering)

Thank you, Doc Navarro.
Very impressive introduction.

I hope I don't disappoint.

Some people say
I have special powers.

It's not true.
Everyone can read minds.

I can just do it
marginally better than most--

that's all. I'm gonna need...
Some volunteers

for my first effect.
I-I don't call them tricks

because I think tricks are mean,
and what we're here to do

is to have some fun.

What about you two lovebirds
over there?

You here on your honeymoon?
Uh, no.

We're just--just passing
through. We got an R.V.

Oh, great. Don't tell me
where you're from.

But here, we're gonna start
real simple.

I'm gonna tell you the town
that you folks left from

and the town that you folks
are headed to.

Just write it down there on that
there piece of paper.

And as you do it,
imagine them.

Imagine yourself pulling
out of the driveway.

Lily Soto. You look like
you should be up here

being my assistant.
Ladies and gentlemen,

Lily Soto.
(Applause)

Okay, now I said that
I would discover the town

that you folks are from,
and the town that you folks

are headed to.

I believe you started out
in Albuquerque...

And you are headed to--
to Seattle, Washington.

(Patrick) How'd I do, Lily?

(Chuckles)
"Albuquerque and Seattle."

Thank you very much
for your help.

You can take a seat.
Lily...

I'm not done with you yet.

You have to stay up here
and help me.

I wrote down a prediction
yesterday,

and I gave it to you, yes?

You did.
Yes.

Did you peek at it?

No, I didn't peek at it.
Are you sure?

I am positive.
No little peeky peeks?

No peeks.

And what did I say
I'd predict?

Uh, what I had
for breakfast this morning.

Okay. That is impossible.

Uh, and I have to admit...
I told a little white lie.

That is not what
I wrote down.

In fact, what I wrote down...

Was the name
of Hollis Percy's killer.

That's right. Yes.

I have an envelope, too.

And inside this envelope...

I wrote down the reason
for this brutal murder--

the motive, if you will.

Now, Lily, if you would
please open your envelope

and read out that name.

I--do I have to?

I'm afraid you do.

Ian Percy.

Okay, Mr. Jane,
that's quite enough.

All right, this is insane.
Did you put him up to this?

Why would I do that?
Why, indeed?

Be-because he wants
to get rid of me? I don't know.

He's trying to frame me.

Well, I--if he's lying,
then--then...

You wouldn't object
to Lily opening up this envelope

and reading what's inside.

Francisco, shut this
travesty down.

Uh, can't do that.
This is a CBI matter--

right, Lisbon?
Yes. I am afraid so.

Ian, either Lily reads out aloud

the reason you killed your
father for everyone to hear,

or you come with us...
right now... and confess.

The choice is yours.
What's happening?

I don't know.
And--and I don't know

what you think happened,
but whatever's on that paper,

it--it's not true.
I think you do know.

And the clock is ticking.

Are you ready, Lily?

Ian, when Lily reads
what's inside,

I can't control
what happens next.

Okay, I'll read it myself.
No.

No. Not--not now.
Not... not here.

I'm sorry, folks.
I'll come with you, all right?

Please, look,
whatever you want.

Wise choice.

Ian Percy, you're under
arrest for murder.

(Handcuffs clacks)
It's--it's okay, Mom.

It's gonna be okay.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Patrick) You were
dating Lily, right--

on the downlow?

I thought dad wouldn't approve.

He thought the Percy name
was something special.

And she wasn't like us.

How'd you know?

That you two are in love?
Oh, that was easy.

Then there were
little things--

little things that said
that there was something, uh...

off.

You know, everybody thought
my dad was some good guy.

And that he kept the town
going, you know?

(Voice breaking)
But they didn't know...

How he terrorized us, that...

He wasn't fit--

not to raise a family.

We need to know
how it happened.

Start a month ago?

Oh, it started before that.

(Sniffles)

When I first moved back
from San Francisco,

it was like a few months ago.

Meeting Lily was...

It was like a dream.

And I figured he--
he knew something

when he started drinking again.

He was too ashamed
to come to me, so...

I went to him.

And he was drunk.

I didn't know
about his affair.

I mean, how could I have
even guessed?

I'm trying to tell you...

Lily is your sister.

(Chuckles) No.
No, that is absurd.

No. No, she can't-- no!
I know my own daughter.

We didn't think
you were coming back.

You abandoned us.
Mom knows?

No, of course not.

Lily's mother and me
are kind of a--

a fling! You know,
we were young... (Panting)

30 years ago.
(Slaps hips)

How could you do this
to me?

Do this to you?
(Chuckles)

(Glass thuds)
You spoiled brat.

What the hell did I ever
do to you?

I betrayed your mother--
not you--

and that's my business.

(Chuckles) Lily and you...

That's on you. You should
have been able to tell.

So it's my fault, huh?

It's not mine. Either way...
It doesn't matter. (Continues panting)

So, son, you gotta
suck it up and move on! (Grunts)

Lily is not for you.

She's the only girl
I have ever loved!

(Chuckles)
I want to marry her!

Boo-hoo-hoo.

For the first time
in your life, son,

face the facts that
are staring you in the face

and stop whining!

(Grunts)
(Pistol whips)

(Grunts)
(Body thuds)

(Pistol whipping)

(Exhales)
What do I even say to her?

"Dad had an affair."
Um, "I'm your brother."

It's not gonna be easy.

But you are gonna have to tell
her the truth at some point.

I finally got through
to him, you know?

It felt good...
for a second--

that the old bastard
finally understood.

When he was dying,
he... finally understood

what he had done
to all of us.

Hey.
Hey.

You fooled a guy with
a mobile made-up arson lab?

Neat trick.

He didn't seem
to think so, but thanks.

So... good week then?
Yeah. Yeah.

Great, yeah.
Just moving with the wind.

(Chuckles)

No, I'm sorry.
That was a lie.

Uh, today is not a good day.

We have to talk.

Okay. About what?

About you and me.
(Phone rings in distance)

Great. Because
there's something I really

have been meaning
to tell you, um... (Elevator bell dings)

I...

Excuse me.
Oh, hi! (Chuckles)

I'm sorry I'm late.
Traffic was just--

It's fine.

Oh, uh, uh, Duncan,
this is Wayne. Wayne, Duncan.

Wayne Rigsby.
I--it's good to meet you.

Pleasure.

Wayne and I met in Los Angeles
at the White Hat program.

Actually that's--that's
where we met.

What did I say?
Y-you said, "Wayne."

(Chuckles) Oh, s--
I'm sorry.

Weird... (Sighs)

Oh! I just remembered
I left something at my desk.

Duncan, it's great
to meet you.

(Claps hands)

(Elevator bell dings)

(Sighs)

(Lock rattles)

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