The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 6, Episode 19 - Brown Eyed Girls - full transcript

(SPEAKING SPANISH)
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Muchas gracias!

(GRUNTING)

I'm so sorry.
Let me help you with that.

It's okay, man.
It's fine. Just leave it.

- LISBON: Classic movies are the best.
- MARCUS: You fell asleep.

LISBONG: That's how you
can tell I liked it.

Listen, um...

My old band is playing a gig tonight.
Do you want to go?

- You were in a band?
- I never told you I was in a band?

- No. What did you play?
- Bass. Vocals.



- You are so cool. Let's go.
- Yeah? Okay, then. We need a cab.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hey. About that question...

Was that "do you like butter
with your popcorn"

or "will you come
with me to D.C."?

D.C. I've been thinking
about it really hard

and I want to say yes. It's just...

I've been independent my whole life.
It's a big decision for me.

I understand. Take your time.
There's no deadline.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

So, you gonna get onstage and sing?
Sorry.

- (CELL PHONE RINGS)
- Yeah.

- Jane, this better be important.
- JANE: Yes, it is.

I'm heading south on Trinity
between 6th and 7th. I need backup.



What's going on?

A girl's been abducted.

- What's going on?
- Okay, so...

I went to buy some tacos
at that truck on Juarez. You know?

- Yeah.
- I bumped into this big guy.

He drops his bags. And it's obvious
that he's keeping a woman captive.

So I followed him.
He went in that guest house.

Normally, I would take care of this,
but this guy's sketchy.

- What was in the bags?
- Duct tape, women's vitamins.

You brought me
out here for duct tape?

Trust me, there is
something off about this guy.

Who buys nudie magazines
and Tiger Beat?

You're ajerk! I was on a date,
and you did this to screw it up.

- You were on a date?
- I'm an idiot for listening to you.

- I'm gonna go see a band.
- There's a woman in there

that doesn't want to be.

She may be injured. I'll bet you
anything you like that I am right.

I'll bet you a million dollars.

Fine.

- What?
- Sir, we're with the FBI.

- Do you have a female in there?
- Female? No.

- No females here. I know you.
- I know you.

Don't lie to my friend.
She's a very serious person.

What's your problem? I'm not lying.

(WOMAN MOANING)

- Excuse me, sir.
- Hey!

This is Agent Lisbon with the FBI!
Where are you?

Stay there.

She's been shot.
Put your hands on your head!

- I didn't do nothing.
- Put them on your head!

She's really cold.

I need emergency medical assistance.
It's a guest house at 812 Ashcroft.

I was trying to fix her.
That's why I went to the store.

- Get down slowly.
- JANE: It's gonna be all right.

We have a doctor coming.
You're gonna be okay.

Just look at me. I'm here.

Bow and arrow.

- What does that mean?
- I ain't speaking no more.

Just look at me. Breathe.
It's okay. Breathe.

Come on.

Just breathe.

Jane, she's gone.

Yeah, I know.

(DOOR OPENS)

Mr. Delahay.

I need to know how she wound up
in your bed, bleeding to death.

I was trying to make her better.
I didn't mean no harm.

- But you shot her.
- No, I did not.

I don't do that.
I fix things others throw away.

I find new uses for them.
I found her like that.

I was gonna make her better
till you interrupted.

She died because of you,
not because of me.

Okay, well, you say you found her.
When was that?

Early last night. I was out
driving on Route 16.

That's how I find
things mostly.

And that girl...
Someone thought she was garbage.

But I knew better.

You have a history of stalking girls.

Restraining orders
in Idaho and Nevada.

Now, that's lies and bureaucracy.
I'm just trying...

I didn't shoot nobody, never.

You say you found this girl
on Route 16.

Where exactly?

I don't know. I don't remember.
I was drinking. I was drunk.

Okay, if we show you a map,
would that help?

Don't give me maps.
I know all about your maps.

That is one crazy individual.
He has no idea what he did.

I think he does. His world view
is meticulously constructed.

And we didn't find a gun.

No registered weapon.
No gun in the house.

- No residue either.
- No.

But there was blood in his truck.

So you think
we should believe his story?

A man goes for a drive, finds
a gut-shot girl and brings her home?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Leanne Cole, 20 years old.
We ran her fingerprints.

She was arrested
for shoplifting two years ago.

And for driving
with an expired license.

She tried to evade.
It was a misdemeanor.

- Joyriding.
- Looks like.

Her parents died
when she was in high school.

Her aunt said that she dropped
out of school and moved to LA.

I'll talk to her roommate,
find out what she was doing in Texas.

WOMAN: What I don't get is how
she got back to the U.S. Already.

They just left for Europe
four days ago.

- For Europe.
- Yeah. Like Italy and stuff.

- Leanne and some guy?
- Yeah, but it wasn't like that.

Leanne wasn't a party girl. I know
many girls who get taken all over.

This was professional.
She booked a modeling gig.

- And they left four days ago?
- Yeah. Some model scout set it up.

- Did you meet the model scout?
- No, I didn't.

I think his name is Jesse.

No e-mails, no texts
with anyone named Jesse.

- We're waiting on her phone records.
- Yeah, but here's the weird thing.

She leaves for a gig four days ago
and her digital life just disappears.

Delahay says he found her last night.
There's a three-day gap.

So who was she with?
Where's this model scout?

She was shot and dumped on Route 16.
We don't even know where yet.

We're working on that.
Jane's gonnajog Delahay's memory.

(DOOR OPENS)

- Mind if I join you?
- Can't stop you.

I can't even scratch an itch.

Let me help you with that.
Let me see.

Just hold still.

Thank you.

You say you don't remember
where you found Leanne Cole.

I think you do remember.

- So you think I'm a liar, too.
- No.

I just don't think
you can find the memory.

Huh.

- Like beer?
- Who doesn't like beer?

That's good, huh?

Now, Thaddeus...

Imagine that you're driving
along Route 16 last night.

Okay.

Might be easier
if you close your eyes.

You're in your truck.
Nice ice-cold beer in the cupholder.

You're about to turn onto Route 16.
It's dark, warm.

- What do you hear?
- Jazz, man.

Jazz on the radio.
You mind turning that down a little?

Thanks. Now I can talk quietly.

The music's still playing.

You're about to turn onto Route 16.
You can feel the road change.

Tell me what you see.

There's, uh, nothing at first.

Live oak tree on the right.
Found an old miner's lamp there.

Took it home, fixed it up.

I'm driving.

Yeah. There's an old gas station
around mile two.

THADDEUS: Turnoff for Quint's farm.
They let me come and haul stuff.

A little creek. But it's dry now.

Then there's an old bar.

It's empty now and...

- She's there.
- You can see her?

She's all dusty and bleeding.

I can smell her hair.

It smells like dirt.

Bingo.

Hey. What are you doing here?

I got some Thai from that place
over on South Congress.

- I love that place.
- I know.

- You're good.
- Not really. I've an ulterior motive.

Oh?

Trying to make D.C.
Iook attractive.

- Are they opening a restaurant there?
- Yeah.

Hey, Agent Pike.

Ah. From your favorite Thai place.
That's a shame.

- Why?
- We got to go. We have a location.

- The girl?
- The girl.

I'm driving.
I'll meet you downstairs.

Office scuttlebutt says your new guy
is ditching us for the D.C. Office

and maybe you're going with him.

Oh. Huh.

Who told you about that?

You know, I hear about things.
Are you going with him?

- We'd miss you.
- To be honest, I don't know.

What does Jane
have to say about this?

Well, he hasn't talked about it,
so I'm sure he's fine with it.

- Maybe he doesn't know.
- He's Jane. Of course he knows.

- He's a psychic.
- A pretend psychic.

If you haven't told him,
chances are he doesn't know.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

He was driving east, so he would've
picked her up on the south side.

So, south we should walk.

Someone could've
dumped her from a truck.

- Or she was shot here.
- Her hair smelled of dirt.

Her shoes were caked in clay.
She walked, collapsed. He found her.

Better get a move on.
This is wide-open country.

She was bleeding badly.
She couldn't have gone too far.

Voila.

Tractor trailer.

Looks like some way station
for undocumented immigrants.

CHO: We're pretty far north for that.

I'm gonna wait outside.

Lisbon!

- What?
- Sh, sh, sh!

Listen.

You hear it?

We need to move that.

Oh, my God.

- Hey, Daniela. You ready for me?
- I guess.

I know it's hard. But any detail will
help us find who did this to you.

Can I sit?

- Did you find my sister?
- Your sister?

You have to find her.

- Is this her?
- No.

- Do you recognize her?
- No. My sister's Amy Welker.

She's 16. You have to find her.

- She was abducted with you?
- Yes.

We'll do the best we can to find her.
Tell me everything you know.

Me and Amy, we did some modeling.
Like little things, you know?

We answered an ad online
for an open casting call.

They took our head shots.
The guy told us to come back.

- The photographer?
- No, the model scout.

His name was Jesse.

He said clothing designers in Europe
would love us for their shows.

- Did he say where in Europe?
- No.

Just to bring passports and clothes,
everything else they'd take care of.

Jesse gave us champagne and made
a toast to our adventure together.

Next thing I woke up.

I was in that place.

One last question. Do the words
"bow and arrow" mean anything to you?

The girl we found said that
right before she died.

- Did Jesse ever say that to you?
- No.

- Why?
- Just asking. It's okay.

We're gonna do our best
to find your sister.

Her sister was there.
There are more girls.

- CHO: We know.
- You know?

Forensics is at the safe house now.

They found DNAfrom 20 people
on those water bottles.

- LISBON: 20 girls?
- Or more.

She had the same story,
the model scout, this Jesse guy.

Someone is rounding up these girls.

Yeah. But where did they take them?

We have approximately 20 females
abducted by traffickers.

We found fresh tractor-trailer
marks at the scene.

We figure these girls are on a truck
with an 18-hour head start on us.

It's logical to assume
they headed to Mexico.

Nuevo Laredo is
where they would most likely cross.

The Laredo world trade port of entry.
Straight shot down l-35.

The truck left at least 18 hours ago.

They could be 1,000 miles
into Mexico by now.

- Possible but not probable.
- No?

When the truck left the house,
it was headed due north.

Last time I looked,
Mexico was the other way.

You think they're headed to Oklahoma?

Not exactly a hot spot
for sex slave trafficking.

True, so they headed north
for some other reason.

- Pick up more girls, probably?
- It's possible.

You can fit a lot more
than 20 girls in a freight container.

40. But not for long. By now,
they're probably headed to Mexico

straight down the l-35,
probably as we speak, well, possibly.

Too thin to warrant
closing down a highway.

That's what we'd need
to search every truck.

Hm...

Yeah. Well, we don't need
to set up a real roadblock.

We just need to convince the driver
of that truck that we set up a block.

(INDISTINCT CB RADIO CHATTER)

Sorry. Scanning
long-range frequencies is like...

I don't have a metaphor. It's hard.

WOMAN: Traffic jam's backed up
across the border at Nuevo Laredo.

MAN: Thanks a lot.

Places, everyone.

This is Lefty here. Highway patrol
set up a checkpoint near the border.

Yep. They pulled me over,
checked my cab and cargo.

These aren't county mounties,
but some full grown bears.

Big Pete jumping in with a 10-17.

Company driver said Smokey's set up
on the southbound side.

They eyeballed him. He's deadheading,
so they waved him through.

What?

That was incredible.

MAN: Big Pete. Thanks for the heads up.
I'll pass that along. Over.

I believe you hooked him, Big Pete.

I'm gonna pull off at that diner
north of Laredo

and make sure the cab's shipshape
before I hit that bear trap.

- It's crowded.
- Yes, it is.

- LISBON: How do we know if it worked?
- JANE: Oh, it worked.

LISBON: All these people got off the roads
because they're scared of cops?

Just the ones
that have something to hide.

- How can we tell which one's our man?
- We look.

- What about those two?
- The lady? I don't think so.

JANE: Not just her. The two of them.

They're traveling together. They're
not a couple. No intimacy there.

They've been in a truck for hours.
How could there be intimacy?

I'll show you.

Oh!

- What was that about?
- I bumped her.

He didn't say anything.
They're not a couple.

He's got a gun in his jacket.

Go get them, guys.

(TRUCK ENGINE STARTS)

(BRAKES HISSING)

- FBI!
- Cut your engine!

Lady!

(ENGINE STOPS)

(SOBBING)

(WOMEN SOBBING)

It's all right, ladies.
We're with the FBI. You're safe now.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hi, Daniela. I'm Special Agent
Kimball Cho with the FBI.

We stopped a truck that was
transporting girls into Mexico.

- Was my sister on it?
- No, I'm sorry. We didn't find her.

But we're still looking.
Don't worry.

The girls' descriptions match yours
regarding the modeling scam.

We've made a composite sketch
of the modeling scout.

Does this look like the man
you met with?

- Yes! That's Jesse.
- Okay. Thank you. It's a big help.

Agent Cho! Find my sister, please.

- She's just a kid.
- Okay.

Are the girls all right?
Are they safe?

Do you recognize
either of those girls?

No.

That's Amy Welker.
She's 16 years old.

- Maybe she was on the other truck.
- The other truck?

Yeah. They left
the day before we did.

They are
well over the border by now.

- Who was the driver?
- I never met him.

What happened to the girls
after they were delivered?

I don't know.

I'm not a bad person.
I really need you to believe that.

Why should I?

The bank was gonna
foreclose on my parents' house

so I agreed to drive
some illegals over the border.

It didn't seem so bad.

- It's still against the law.
- I know.

That's what I said, too,
after the one trip.

They were going to turn me in
unless I started driving trucks

the other way into Mexico.

How did you get the girls
over the border?

A border guard had been paid off.
He'd recognize the truck.

How?

There's a dashboard ornament
in my cab.

Provided by the guys in Mexico.
A hula dancer.

What about the girl who ran off,
Leanne Cole?

- She got away?
- She's dead.

I was really hoping she got away.

We were running late.
Ramon was pissed.

- (GUN COCKS)
- Please!

(WHIMPERING)

Get in there. It's okay.
You're doing good.

- We're 45 minutes behind!
- Relax, Ramon.

We'll make it up on the road.

Come on! Speed it up!

(SCREAMING)

- Claudia, go get her!
- Me?

Go!

Go find her now! Come on!

- Where is she?
- I don't know. I don't see her.

We're an hour behind.
Get to the truck. We got to go.

He started making calls,
telling people what happened.

- Who did he call?
- I don't know.

But I never saw him so scared.

He was worried
she'd go to the police?

No. Ramon wasn't scared of the cops.

It was the guy he worked for
that scared the hell out of him.

- Do you know his name?
- I just know Ramon

and the guys
we turned the girls over to.

- Did you get their names?
- Yeah.

The Qasimi brothers, Ali and Ray.

This is Ray and Ali Qasimi.

Businessmen with connections
to the Middle East and Asia.

Raised and educated in the U.S.
With a network of assets worldwide.

I checked with Washington,
put in a call to Interpol.

These guys are as clean as a whistle.

How are we doing
with the leads from the girls?

The modeling agencies pulled up
stakes after Ramon's call.

All that's left
are empty storefronts.

We're checking phone records
and rental agreements.

I don't think we're gonna get much.
It was a well-run organization.

What about Ramon's cellphone?
Anything that we can use?

It was a prepaid cell. The calls
he made went to burner phones.

Okay.
Does anyone have any good news?

The girls I.D.'d the model agent.
Called himself Jesse.

Wylie's running the drawing through
the facial-recognition database.

Um, I just got a hit, actually.
There's a James O'Connor in San Diego

who's a close match.
I'm sending cops to check on him.

Well, that's good news. Anyone else?

Can't we bring the Qasimis in?
The driver will testify against them.

They're in Mexico
with no criminal record.

By the time we get
an order, they'll be gone.

I don't think we can get them
to come to the States.

- Do we still have the driver's truck?
- Yeah. It's impounded.

But according to the Qasimis,
it's just late.

- I bet they're getting anxious.
- And?

- That's our in.
- How's that?

We'll drive that truck to Mexico,
talk them into doing a deal with us.

- I don't think that's a good idea.
- I do. What do you say?

- Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
- No. I think it looks good on you.

I like it. Stylish, but manly.

You want to try mine?

That's not what l...

You're not getting this.

Never mind.

CHO: There's a free-trade zone
south of the border into Mexico.

NAFTA created it. No tariffs,
cheap materials, cheap labor.

Products for the U.S. Market.
The Qasimis own a factory there.

That's where the girls were delivered
and shipped maybe to the Middle East.

The Qasimis appear legit.

That doesn't mean they won't
have muscle at the factory.

It's the border.
They'll have muscle.

CHO: We're counting on that.
The Qasimis are smart.

If we get them, they'll flip on who's
rounding up these girls in the U.S.

That's the guy we need to find.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Give that to your bosses.
Tell them we'd like to talk.

Howdy. My name's Patrick.
This is my head of security, Dennis.

You must be Ray and Ali.

- Ray and Ali?
- We don't know you.

Where did you get that?

I own a couple
of gentlemen's clubs up in Houston.

Real exclusive.
Only the best. Ramon...

He likes coming into my club.
He likes my girls.

He likes them all the way
to the poorhouse.

Who's Ramon?

(CHUCKLES)

I got you. Mum's the word, huh?
Here's the thing.

Ramon gave me the truck
that this gal came from.

This Ramon, whoever he is,
why would he do that?

Just give you a truck?

He had a little bit of bad luck.

One girl ran off. He thought he might
have winged her, he never found her.

He got to thinking
that maybe the man in charge...

would take it all amiss.
I figure you guys know that man.

That's none of your business.

- Continue.
- Ramon was scared.

He wanted to take a long holiday.
Needed some cash, so I obliged.

And in return,
he gave me that truck and its cargo.

- Is the cargo safe?
- A little weepy maybe.

Lot of runny makeup.
But sure, it's safe.

Well, suppose, just for kicks,
that we know Ramon

and we want that truck and the cargo.
How much?

Ten thou for the truck.
Five thou a head.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Come on.
They're girls, not race horses.

- 1,000 a head.
- Three thou.

- Two.
- Deal.

You come across the border
and pick it up.

No. You deliver them to us.

No deal. I'm a businessman.
I ain't no smuggler.

You want that truck,
you come across the border.

- How much further?
- We're almost there.

There she blows.

- Give us the keys.
- Sure. Give me the money first.

- Whoa. That ain't money.
- No, it's not.

I thought we were businessmen.
This is business, right?

It's a tough business.

There's nothing in there.

FBI! You're under arrest!
Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!
Right there!

You're right.
It's a tough business, isn't it?

(JANE LAUGHS)

- You look uncomfortable.
- Don't be.

- We're here to help you.
- Help? You've killed me.

Just by bringing us here,
my brother and I are already dead.

We're the only people
who can help you now.

No. You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

You people are amateurs
compared to him.

Who? Give us a name.

- He will bury you.
- We'll see about that.

Yeah, you will.

You recognize this girl?
She's 16 years old.

My brother and me
will not say a word.

Maybe some time in gen pop
will loosen their tongues.

- I don't have high hopes.
- I better go tell Daniela.

San Diego police are on the line.

Put it on speaker.

You're calling about Jesse O'Connor?

MAN: Yes, sir, but I'm sorry to tell you
we don't have good news.

- He wasn't there?
- No, he was there.

Only thing is,
somebody else got him first.

- He's dead?
- Yes, sir.

Throat cut ear to ear.
I'm sending you a picture.

Thank you, officer. Please keep us
in the loop on your investigation.

Thanks. Bye.

You okay?

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello. Yes?

MAN: That thing in San Diego?
It's taken care of, just so you know.

- Jesse O'Connor, you mean?
- Yep. He won't be an issue anymore.

Good. Now we have
another problem I need you to fix.

- Oh, yeah?
- The Qasimis.

A similar solution
would be greatly appreciated.

You got it, Mr. Ridley.
How soon you need it done?

Time is of the essence, Anthony.
Time is of the essence.

Okay.

LISBON: We didn't find your sister.

There was another truck.
She may have been on it.

- So someone saw her at the house?
- Maybe. We can't be sure.

But you will find her
and catch whoever's left, right?

- You'll punish them.
- We will.

- I promise.
- She promised, so now we have to.

- You need me to give you a ride?
- It's all right. I already got one.

- He was waiting there all the time?
- Yeah.

I guess those art department
guys aren't that busy.

It's the art crimes department,
he's very busy.

He just makes a point
to be there for me.

You really like this guy, huh?

He got a promotion.
A posting in D.C.

He asked me to go with him
so we can be together.

I'm thinking about it.

Huh... (CHUCKLES)

Hm...

What do you think about it?

Uh...

Congratulations, I guess.

Congratulations?
That's all you're gonna say?

Sure. Well, I mean,
if that's what you want.

- You're not upset?
- Of course not. If that's...

- lf you're happy...
- Oh, I'm happy.

Then I'm happy.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Guess what.
That show we missed the other night.

They're playing another one.
We can catch it if...

- We're done.
- Yeah. Sure.

- See you, Patrick.
- See you.
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