The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 6, Episode 21 - Black Hearts - full transcript

CHO: Previously on The Mentalist...

- You really like this guy, huh?
- He got a promotion in DC.

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

- Yeah.
- My sister's Amy Welker.
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- You have to find her.
- She was abducted with you.

- Yes.
- LISBON: How long were you held captive?

DANIELA: I couldn't tell. I never saw
the sunlight. Two days, maybe.

Her sister was there.
There are more girls.

- You right-handed?
- Yes.

So that heart on your hand,
you didn't draw that?

No, they did.



They took a sample of blood
from all the trafficking victims,

- including Daniela.
- Why do you think they needed blood?

- I don't know yet.
- Look, I've been thinking

about you leaving,
and I really want you to be happy.

That is the most important thing to me,
that you do what makes you happy.

The body's been cut open.

They're killing these girls
for their organs.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

I need a list of every transplant
facility in the country.

We need to track down
where these organs went.

- Thanks, Wylie.
- What's going on?

- The office said multiple homicides?
- Three, all women.

And we believe they were from
the same trafficking operation

that we investigated.
It gets worse.



All three girls
were missing vital organs.

- What?
- They were harvested,

we think for sale
on the black market.

- How can I help?
- You could start with this place,

Wheatondale Medical Center.
We need to know who had access to it.

- And also the Qasimi brothers.
- FISCHER: You don't think they had

- anything to do with this?
- They worked closely with whoever

abducted these girls.

I'm guessing the same people
are behind their murders.

I'll contact Beaumont Penitentiary.

I should be able to see
the Qasimis tonight.

If you guys have any problems,
give me a call.

Three women.

- Think there were more?
- Many more.

Covered up like they're old cars,
just set there unceremoniously,

you know, like you set
down a cup of tea.

And look at their feet,
their blood types written on their soles.

There's nothing special
about these murders.

It's just routine, transactional.

- It's a business, a production line.
- Exactly.

MAN (OVER MONITOR): Our Bureau's
major-crimes unit

covers the greater DC area.

We investigate hundreds of crimes
each year,

ranging from homicide
to armed robbery to kidnapping.

Sounds like you've
got your hands full.

We do. So when Pike told me you were
thinking of making a move to DC,

I jumped at the chance to snap you up
before someone else did.

Job's yours, if you want it.

That sounds great, sir.
I just need some time to think about it.

Wouldn't have it any other way.
But do me a favor.

Let me know as soon as you can.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Pike, Abbott.
- Talk soon, Don.

- Wow.
- Sounds like a great gig, Teresa.

You know we'd be sorry to lose you.

So... what are you thinking?

I don't know yet.

Well, Abbott's right.
It's a great job. And Don's the best.

I believe you.

Well, look, Teresa,
I've been patient.

I... I kind of went out
on a limb for you,

pushed Don to pass on other
candidates so that I could

have you with me in DC.

I mean, I know it's a big decision,
but it's a decision you need to make.

Morning, Lisbon. Pike.

♪ (THEME MUSIC) ♪

- All right, got anything?
- We might have a hit on the truck

used to traffic the girls
to the Qasimi brothers.

- It's the one we intercepted.
- We've had that truck for days.

- What's taking so long?
- Well, the truck was leased

by one company,
which is owned by another company,

which is a subsidiary
of another company.

There's six in total,
all privately owned.

Which makes figuring out
who owns it a nightmare.

I just got back from the prison.
The Qasimi brothers are dead.

- What?
- They were stabbed to death

in their cell this morning.

Whoever abducted these girls
must have gotten to them.

We think Amy is with a group of girls

that was trafficked across
the border into Mexico.

From there, she would've been
transported by cargo ship,

most likely to a buyer
in South America.

- South America?
- We estimate Amy will be arriving

at a foreign port
in the next few days.

That'll be our best chance
to find her.

Why wasn't I with her?
Why was I held separately?

A small number of girls
were pulled from the main group.

You were one of them.

That's why you had
the heart drawn on your hand.

What happened to them?

They were taken to an abandoned
medical facility outside Dallas.

We found the girls murdered.

Their organs had been harvested.

Oh, my God.

- Was... was Amy...?
- No. We're sure of that.

We're gonna find her.

- What you doing?
- Nothing. Thinking.

- What, meaning-of-life-type stuff?
- Something like that, yeah.

I got something.
Wheatondale Medical Center.

I started background checks
on everyone associated with it.

- Anything turn up?
- No. But then I cross-referenced

that list of names with the
trucking-company information.

- Got a hit. Michael Ridley.
- Who's he?

A partner in the equity group
that sold Wheatondale two years ago,

so he would have had access
to the building.

And he just so happens
to own the same company

I traced our
confiscated truck back to.

- That is quite a coincidence.
- LISBON: Yes, it is.

So you can understand
why we're here, Mr. Ridley.

I'll admit it's suspect,

but I can assure you I had nothing
to do with these horrific acts.

What was your involvement
in the Wheatondale Medical Center?

It was a distressed property.
My partners and I purchased it,

sold off the medical equipment
that was still valuable.

Just like harvesting a crop.

When was the last time you
were there?

Wheatondale?
I've never been there.

- Mr. Ridley, what was...
- Interesting office.

Very plain, simple.
No muss, no fuss.

I never felt the need to decorate.
An office is for work.

- You were saying?
- What were 30 abducted women

doing in a truck
owned by your company?

One of my companies.
I'm in shipping and logistics.

- I own or co-own dozens.
- LISBON: Let's talk about that.

Your corporate structure
is incredibly convoluted.

It's almost like you didn't want the
truck linked back to your company.

Not at all. It's simply done that way
for tax purposes.

I wouldn't want to bore you
with the details.

- What is so boring about the details?
- Well, to me, nothing,

but for most people, corporate
accounting isn't exactly thrilling.

- We've got time.
- Unless, of course,

there's something
you're trying to hide.

I think we're getting off
on the wrong foot.

Here's the name and number of my CFO.

He'll make sure you have access
to everything you need.

I have absolutely nothing to hide.

(DIALING PHONE)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hello, Mr. Ridley.

Anthony, I just had
a conversation with the FBI.

- I see. Is everything all right?
- No. Apparently, they found

three dead women
at the Wheatondale medical facility.

Well, that is disturbing.
Is there anything I can do to help?

I'm sure the FBI will find
whoever's responsible.

Nevertheless,
I'd like you to look into it.

Absolutely, sir.
Anything you need.

- Hey, Cho.
- Hey.

- You got a minute?
- What's up?

I got offered ajob in DC.

- You gonna take it?
- I don't know. Maybe.

- Don't tell anybody, all right?
- Okay. It'd be a great move, though.

- You think?
- Absolutely.

You remember the first day
we worked together?

- Sure.
- I almost quit.

- Really? Why?
- Rigsby.

But then I saw the way you worked.
I knew I had to stay.

I wouldn't be where I am today
if it weren't for you.

Whatever decision you make,
it's been an honor.

Thank you.

By the way,
they're ordering Chinese for lunch.

Forensics found something
at Wheatondale.

DNAfrom 16 different people so far.

Wait. Are you saying that 16 women
were killed in there?

About 15 of them were women.
Some of the DNA came from a man.

His name's Alexander Lark.

At first, I thought
he might be another victim,

- but he was never reported missing.
- Do you think he was involved?

I think he's the one
that carved up these women.

Up until seven years ago,
Lark was a surgeon,

and that's when he lost his license.

- Well, where is he now?
- The local PD went to Lark's house,

but they didn't find anything.

His neighbors haven't seen him
in a couple of days.

- Does he have any family in the area?
- He has a daughter, April.

- She lives in San Antonio.
- Okay. Well, grab Cho

and see what the daughter knows.

April, have you spoken
to your father recently?

- Does two years ago count?
- He's been missing for a few days.

- We need to ask him some questions.
- Like I said, we don't talk much.

- Why not?
- Do you have a couple hours?

Mom died,
I don't know, eight years ago.

Dad decided that was a good time
to start drinking.

He became someone different,
lost his job, his house.

I don't even know how
to be around him anymore.

Do you have any guesses
where he might have gone?

- Anything could be useful.
- It's probably nothing,

but my father grew up near the beach,
in Corpus Christi.

Sometimes, when he wanted
to get away, he'd go there.

Okay. Thanks for your time.

What kind of trouble
is he in, anyway?

Actually, never mind.
I don't even want to know.

Thank you for seeing us again,
Mr. Ridley.

Anything to help.

Garish, I know.
My ex-wife's idea.

No. It was your idea.
It's an intimidation technique.

- Is it?
- Yeah. You want whoever comes here

to know exactly who they're dealing with.
Well, now we know.

Very perceptive.
So how can I help you?

- You recognize this man?
- His name's Alexander Lark.

- He was a doctor years ago.
- No, can't say that I do.

- He's lying.
- RIDLEY: Excuse me?

Lark worked with you. It's as plain
to me as that nose on your face.

I'm beginning to realize
you've got a certain idea about me,

but let me be more than clear.
You are mistaken.

We're gonna find Lark, and when
we do, we'll know if you're involved.

WYLIE (OVER PHONE): Cho, it's Wylie.

Corpus Christi PD spotted Lark's car.
It's in the marina district.

There's his car.

Here we go.

- CHO: Alexander Lark!
- FISCHER: FBI!

- Don't even think about running!
- Let me see your hands.

Just relax. Calm down.

RIDLEY (OVER PHONE): Hello, Anthony.
What's the status?

We have a problem.
The FBI is arresting Lark.

They cannot take him alive.

CHO: All right, let's go.

- RIDLEY: Is Lark in range?
- Yes, but he's not alone.

Go. Go now.

- Everybody okay?
- Yeah, I think so.

You've had your drink.

Now tell us how
Ridley's operation worked.

Uh...

Ridley had a guy named Jesse.

His real name was James O'Conner.
He was found dead this week.

Uh... he'd find the girls for Ridley.

Most of them were sold off,
but if their tissue and blood type

were a match for someone needing
an organ transplant,

they were brought to me,
a heart drawn on their hand.

- FISCHER: And you killed them?
- LARK: They came to me drugged.

But yes, yes.

Propofol.
They never felt a thing.

I'd remove the organ,

and one of Ridley's employees
would pick it up

and deliver it to the buyer.

Ridley forged paperwork
so the organs seemed above board.

The hospitals that performed
the transplants never had a clue.

- This employee, you have a name?
- LARK: No.

He wasn't a chatty type.

He was... young, maybe late 20s.

I'd store the bodies in the freezer.

And every few weeks, that same guy
would come and take them away.

When did you start
working for Ridley?

Uh... six years ago.
He was an old patient.

When I lost my license,
he offered me ajob.

I needed the money,
and he paid well.

You see, Ridley's been involved
with human trafficking for years.

He used the money he made
to go into legitimate business.

I'm curious.
Did it ever bother you,

killing these women?

Sure. Of course.

But after a while,
you stop thinking about it.

And that means profits for the
next quarter are expected to rise

- by at least seven percent.
- Yeah, I wouldn't be so sure of that,

especially when your CEO
is behind bars.

Michael Ridley, you're under arrest
for human trafficking and murder.

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say or do can and will

be used against you
in a court of law.

Ridley's not talking, so we don't
know which ship the girls are on,

but we believe they're
headed to South America.

- How many ships are we looking at?
- Forty-five total.

But 33 have docked
and been inspected.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

The remaining 12 will be arriving
in your territories.

- We need a search of each one.
- That's gonna be a problem on my end.

Colombian port officials
are bought off by the cartels,

and drugs are going in and out.

They're not just gonna
open the doors for the FBI.

CHO (OVER PHONE): Ambassador Moreno,
this is agent Cho with the FBI.

Hello, Agent.
I was just briefed on your situation.

I'd be happy to facilitate a search warrant,
but it may take some time.

We don't have time, sir.

I'm sorry, but there's
a chain of procedure.

You understand what will happen
to these girls if we don't find them?

- Agent Cho...
- You understand what will

- happen to you?
- Are you threatening me?

No, sir. But I'm not an enemy
you want to make.

Now, we know that the cartels
have infiltrated local government,

even high-ranking officials
like yourself.

If this warrant doesn't
come through in time,

we'll be forced to look into it.

- Let me see what I can do.
- Thank you, sir.

They're letting Ridley out on bail.

I'd say congratulations, but I think
your victory will be short-lived.

- Give us a moment?
- Michael...

I know you want me punished.
You want to see me suffer.

- I wouldn't object to it.
- You've misjudged me.

I've done nothing wrong.

- You truly believe that, don't you?
- Of course I do.

It's just business to you,
all these women dead.

It's just numbers on a spreadsheet,
figures on your bottom line.

First of all, I didn't kill anyone.

But perhaps the man who did
wasn't solely concerned with money.

Perhaps he had a greater cause
in mind.

Perhaps the lives of these women
were taken so that the lives

of important men could be spared.

Scientists, leaders, philanthropists,
people who shape the world.

I'm not sure how I'm supposed
to react to that.

Come on. It's just us.

If anyone could understand
that perspective, it's you.

Well, you're right. I've worked with
psychopaths and monsters for years,

so, yes, I do understand
your perspective very well.

Have a lovely afternoon.

Sure. You too.

We want names
of every organ recipient.

We find these people, we can get them
to testify against Ridley.

- L... I need another drink.
- Not this time.

- Not until you talk.
- I can't help you.

Ridley was the only one
who knew their names.

He kept the information
on an encrypted laptop.

- I never had access to it.
- And you never talked to Ridley

about any of these people,
not once in six years?

Mr. Lark, you have the chance
to do something right for once.

Well, it's not much, but...

...last week, I had a meeting
at Ridley's house.

I got there early
and overheard Ridley with a client.

He was sick, said he needed
a transplant as soon as possible.

I heard him say he was Nigerian
and in the States

conducting meetings
for his oil business.

He and Ridley had met
at a fundraiser in Houston.

ABBOTT: Okay. Anything else?

LARK: He had an expensive gold watch,
a Philippe Badeaux.

I used to have one just like it.

Okay, so you don't
have recipient names.

What about Ridley's employee?

Anything else
you can tell me about him?

- WILEY: What's this?
- Ridley's employee had that tattooed

on his forearm.
Run it through the database.

- See if anything pops.
- You got it.

Jane.

(SIGHS)

LISBON: Scooch over.

How often do you sleep
in your own bed, anyway?

Oh, I don't like that bed.
Too many lumps.

Maybe you should get a new bed.

Mm...

Actually, you know what?
I always did like this couch.

Jane.

- Jane...
- (CELL PHONE RINGS)

Take your call, Lisbon.

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Fischer?

What? When?

Guards found him this morning.

- Did he leave a note?
- No. But they found that on his bed.

Now, what do you make of that?

ABBOTT: Does this belong to you?

Where did you find this?

We found it in your father's cell.

But that's impossible.
I was wearing it last night.

L... I thought I lost it.

April, were you alone last night?

Yes. Why?

Wait, are you telling me
that there was someone in my house?

Oh, my God.

Ridley found her.
That's why Lark killed himself.

And killed our case against Ridley
in the process.

Maybe so, but we can't prove it.

I'm having Wylie pull
the security tapes from the jail.

Maybe we can find out how Ridley
got the necklace into Lark's cell.

Good idea. What about
the man that worked for him?

We're looking into it,
but all we have

is a vague description and a tattoo.

- The Nigerian.
- Excuse me?

The man Lark spoke of.
The man Ridley met with.

If Lark was right
and the man was an organ recipient,

he'd be able to implicate Ridley.

If he'll talk,
and if he actually was a recipient.

We don't even know
if he's still in the country.

You don't have to be so negative.

- You haven't found her?
- No. Not yet.

She's alive.
I know she is.

We think we've narrowed down her
location to one of four cargo ships

headed for Colombia.

If we're right, she should
be arriving within 12 hours,

and we'll be there to find her.

And if you're wrong?

(COUGHING)

I got him.
Well, not him, specifically,

but I think I found the fundraising
event Lark was talking about.

The Blue Skies Gala.
It was held six weeks ago in Houston.

Looks like it was
an environmental charity event

put on by a domestic oil company.

Including representatives
from Africa-based Ar Ahim Energy.

This must be the event
where Ridley met this Nigerian man.

Nice work. Email me the contact info
for the event company.

Already did.

Hi. I'm Patrick Jane.

I'd like to see the evidence
from the abandoned hospital,

all of it, please.

So these are all the pictures
from the Blue Skies Gala?

Every last one, according
to the event-planning company.

The Nigerian man is here somewhere.

You know, we can wait
for Jane if you want.

Why? He hates this kind of stuff.

I don't know.
You guys always work together.

Not always.

LISBON: Here's a possibility.

Lark said the man
wore an expensive watch.

Gold, right? That's him.

His name is Jonas Diop.
You were right.

He's a Nigerian oil executive.

But according to his recent
credit-card activity,

- he's still in the Houston area.
- Do you know where he's staying?

Hm...
The Park Huntley Hotel.

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- RIDLEY: Mr. Diop, hello.

How are you?
You doing okay?

I hate to have to make this call,
but the FBI may be looking for you.

You knew the risks
when you got involved.

If I were you,
I'd leave the country immediately.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

- Lisbon.
- LISBON: I'm afraid I've got

some bad news, Jane.

- JANE: What's up?
- Jonas Diop's gone.

His driver says he left the
Houston airport on a private plane

20 minutes ago.
He's headed back to Nigeria.

- Ridley.
- He was our only lead.

- I'm running out of ideas.
- Well, I'm not.

- You have a plan?
- Yeah, but I'm gonna need your help.

Why don't I like the sound of that?

Well, I'm gonna need you
to be deceitful and corrupt,

and you'll be breaking numerous laws.

- Lisbon?
- I'm thinking.

Ridley will walk.
This is the only way.

Are you a medium or a small?

You're not helping yourself
out here, Jane.

Meet me at Wheatondale in two hours.

JANE: Thank you.

Mmm.

- What is this?
- You'd guess scotch, wouldn't you?

Japanese whiskey,
25-year-old single malt.

- One of my few indulgences.
- Mm. It's delicious.

But that's just scotch.
It's Speyside. I'm sure of it.

Here, I'll prove it to you.

Wow. Look at that.
I stand corrected.

You're not the first one
to make that mistake.

People assume it's not as good,
but they're wrong.

It's better, in fact.

Some say it's the water,
but I have my own theory.

I think it's cultural.

Japanese have it in their blood
to sacrifice everything

in order to succeed, like I do.

Like you do, I believe.

We tracked down one
of your clients, Jonas Diop.

Diop's a business associate,
not a client.

But I'm curious,
what did he have to say?

Nothing. He fled the country as soon
as he heard we wanted to talk to him.

How unfortunate.

Yeah, I know it was you
that tipped him off.

So far, you've been one step
ahead of me,

but, uh... sooner or later...

Oh, if you and the FBI were gonna
prove your case against me,

you would have done so by now.

No, I think you've lost the battle,
my friend.

Best to concede defeat and move on.

I'm not sure that I can do that.

Something wrong?

I, uh...

I don't feel well.

(SIGHS)
I think it's time for you to leave.

Yeah, might be time.
You don't look so good.

A little pale, shaky.

You look like you need to lie down.

It's almost as though
you've been drugged.

You know, I've been thinking
about what you said, you know?

Some lives are more valuable
than others.

Anyway...

I figured, uh...

Well, I couldn't agree more.

Sorry you didn't catch it.

(LAUGHS)
Sayonara.

(WHEELS SQUEAKING)

- All set?
- Yeah.

Jane, we don't have to do this.
We can still stop.

No, no. It's a little late for that,
isn't it?

- JANE: Is he restrained?
- LISBON: Yes.

JANE: And the gag
is securely in his mouth?

- LISBON: Yes, it is.
- JANE: Okay.

Don't worry.
This won't hurt a bit.

(MAN SCREAMS)

JANE: He's a screamer.

Hold him.

(MAN SCREAMING)

- Lisbon, hold him still.
- I'm trying, Jane.

- LISBON: He's not gonna last long.
- JANE: That's all right.

He isn't meant to. Sponge.

(MAN SCREAMING)

JANE: Sponge.

Get it in there.

(MAN SCREAMING)

(MAN MOANING, SCREAMING)

LISBON: He's gone.

He's awake. You said he was
gonna be unconscious, Jane!

It doesn't matter what I said.

- What's going on? Where am I?
- Quiet.

You killed him.
You killed Anthony.

- I said, be quiet.
- What are you gonna do to me?

I think you already
know the answer to that.

You're insane!
Let me go now!

- Or else what?
- You're a cop.

You can't do this.
This is wrong.

Not after what you've done.

This is poetic justice.

What do you want, a confession?
You know it'll never hold up in court.

I think you might
be right about that.

Stop. Stop! I'll tell you everything!

- I think it's a bit late for that.
- Would you wait?! Wait!

My laptop.
L... I kept records of everyone.

We know about the laptop.
It's password-protected.

I'll tell you the passwords!
Stop! Stop.

I'll tell you anything you want.
Just stop, please.

Please.

Tell it to me.
What's the password?

I'm the last person who can save you.

F79VR22.

All right?!

We got it.
We're done here.

Your agents tortured my client.

- He's lying.
- Jane.

There is no evidence
of physical abuse.

Psychological torture
is still torture, Agent Abbott.

My client was made to believe
that he'd be killed by Mr. Jane,

making any evidence you may
have gathered inadmissible.

Yes, if that evidence is ruled
to have been gathered illegally.

Which it won't be.

My client has sworn
to these accusations.

Your client is a monster facing life
in prison for what he's done.

I'd say just about anything
if I were him.

- You killed him.
- Please, don't say anything.

He murdered a man who worked for me,
Anthony Tremmel.

- You're certain?
- I watched him die.

This is from a live security feed
from our holding cells downstairs.

No, it can't...

I saw him.

Perhaps your client would
like to revise his statement.

Hey. Try this.

- How you doing?
- (CHUCKLES) Good.

Are you kidding? That was amazing.
Can we do it again?

Lisbon. My office. Now.

Mr. Ridley and his lawyer have made
some serious claims against you two.

They're only serious if they're true.

- Are they?
- No.

- No.
- You didn't threaten to kill Ridley?

And you didn't stage the death
of his associate?

- No, of course not.
- All right.

Well, then I'm done with you.
Not you, Lisbon.

Jane is a liar. No need to deny it.
I expect it of him.

But you're not a liar, Lisbon.

You're an honest, good person
with a long career ahead of you,

and I don't want to see you throw
away this new opportunity of yours.

So, I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Is there any truth
to Ridley's accusations?

No. Everything Jane said was true.

- You had an update for me?
- I do.

CHO: Earlier today, FBI agents working
with Colombian authorities

searched a container ship
docked in San Marta.

They found 30 women on board.

Your sister, Amy, was one of them.

(DOOR CLANGING)

CHO: We found her.

(SOBBING)

- There you are.
- Hey.

- Ready to go?
- I am so ready.

You won't believe the day I've had.

Look, about DC...

...I know it's a lot to take in,
and I didn't mean to pressure you.

- Yeah, you did.
- Yeah, I did.

Maybe a little.

But it's your life,
and I just want to be a part of it.

I've made up my mind.

I'm gonna call Don tomorrow
and tell him I'll take the job.

- Are you sure?
- (LAUGHS) Yeah, I'm sure.

Wow.

Wow. I wish we were somewhere more
romantic, but what the hell?

- Will you marry me?
- What?

- What?
- Don't freak out.

Wow. Marry you?

Um...

I know. I know.
You need time to think about it.

Yeah. It's... It's a big decision.
It's huge.

- There's no pressure, okay?
- Okay.

You're a tough date.

MARCUS: Have you told Jane
that you're leaving yet?

LISBON: No. No, not yet.

- He'll understand.
- Yeah.

- I'll be downstairs.
- All right.

How'd it go with Abbott?

Eh...

Thanks.

We make a good team sometimes.

Yeah. We do.

- You heading out?
- Yeah.

- I'll see you tomorrow?
- I'll be here.

Good night.
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