The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 6, Episode 8 - Red John - full transcript

Previously on The Mentalist...

Ten years ago, the serial killer
known as Red John

killed my wife and daughter.
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We've been hunting for him
ever since.

We call ourselves
the Blake Association.

LISBON:
Who else is in the association?

Cops, judges, FBI agents.

Anyone in law enforcement
that needs a secret covered up.

- A secret society of dirty cops.
- And Red John's a member.

Kira Tinsley told me something
before she passed.

She told me that her killer,
Red John, has a tattoo.



Three dots on his left arm.

So who's Red John?

Today, we're pleased to announce
that we finally have a name, a face.

The Director of the Division
of Law Enforcement,

Gale Bertram, is Red John.

I am holding in my hand a writ
from a federal judge.

The FBI is closing down your
organization right now.

We're done.
There's nothing more to do here.

LISBON: You're not quitting.
I don't believe it.

JANE: It's out of our hands for now.

I'll be in touch, okay?

I'm sorry, for everything.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)



Lisbon.

- Glad you could join us.
- Traffic. Hmm.

Where's Jane?

He'll be in to see you
as soon as he's able.

This way.

ABBOTT: Please, take a seat.

Boy, this is a mess, huh?

A big mess.

- Look, I think we...
- You can talk later.

Now I understand you must
all feel scared, nervous,

don't know what in the hell
is gonna happen next, right?

- Agent...
- So let me explain what's next.

Over the next few days, we will be
talking to each of you, individually.

You are entitled to bring along
an attorney or a union rep,

- should you so choose.
- Why would we need an attorney?

Well, let's look at this
from our perspective, Kimball.

Your boss Bertram is a criminal.

Makes sense that you
might be one too.

We will be looking
very closely at all of you.

If you have ever done anything
even remotely questionable...

...we will find out,
and we will prosecute.

Unless of course we feel very, very
comfortable with your cooperation,

then you got a little wiggle room.

TV REPORTER: The FBI is overseeing
an international manhunt

for prominent Sacramento law
enforcement official Gale Bertram.

FBI sources confirm that
Bertram is believed to be

the notorious serial killer Red John,

wanted for a string of grisly murders
across the California heartland.

(MUTES VOLUME)

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

- Hey, man.
- How's it going?

- Do you have a pay phone?
- Right back there.

Thank you.

Hey, Ali, how you doing?

Give me a Pick Six and one
of those pineapple cheroots.

Pick Six... a cheroot.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

- Hello?
- BERTRAM: Hello, Patrick.

I don't have to use the funny voice,
do I? You know who this is.

Yes, I do.

It's weird, huh?

'Cause the last time we...

Put your hands up...

Hello?

Hello?

- Thanks.
- No problem.

Hello? Bertram? Hello?

♪ (THEME MUSIC) ♪

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

Clear, sir.

No kidding.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Where is he?

If you're asking about Jane,
I don't know.

- Did you check upstairs?
- Yeah.

You know, maybe you haven't heard.

About an hour ago,
Gale Bertram killed a cop

- at a gas station in East Sac.
- I heard.

Did you hear what Bertram
was doing at the gas station?

- No.
- Using a pay phone.

- Guess who he was calling?
- I'm gonna guess Jane.

- Ah. Yeah. So where is he?
- I don't know.

- I think you do.
- I can't help what you think.

I think your boyfriend is colluding
with a dangerous fugitive.

I think he is up to his neck
in this Blake Association craziness

- and probably you are too.
- I'm not. He's not.

Jane can't help who calls him,
and he's not my boyfriend.

It's a damn shame, Teresa.

By all accounts,
you were a good cop.

I still am.

RIGSBY: Hey, boss.

Rigsby?

Is it safe?

Yeah.
What are you doing?

We heard about what
Bertram did this morning.

We heard the FBI
were looking for us.

So what now?
You're hiding in the parking lot?

No. No, we're not hiding.
We're just... laying low.

We're safe for now. There's no arrest
warrant put out for us just yet.

- Give them time.
- Where's Jane?

- Don't ask.
- She just did.

Listen to me.

The CBI is gone now.

We're on our own.
You need to protect yourselves.

You don't know where Jane is,
you don't know what he's doing,

and you don't want to know.
You understand?

Yes, boss.

- Yes, boss.
- Yes, boss.

All right then.

But I am not your boss anymore.
That's the point.

We're on our own.

Yeah, we get it.

So where is he?

- Hi.
- Hey.

- You're a wanted man.
- I like to think so.

Seriously, Abbott put
an actual warrant out on you.

Eh, it's not the first time.

So you gonna tell me or what?

Oh, yeah, Bertram called me.

I know.
What did he say?

Whatever he wanted to say,
he didn't have time.

Why the hell is he still here?
What does he want?

I'm guessing he'll call back
soon and tell me.

Your phone's not safe.
The FBl...

They have a tap on the line,
but they don't have a trace yet.

If they had a trace,
I'd be arrested already.

Maybe so, but sooner or later,
they'll get a trace on you.

I know. But I can't get rid of
my phone until Bertram calls.

It's all very suspenseful.

- What does he want?
- Who?

- Bertram.
- We'll see.

Now you're being evasive.

What beady little eyes birds have.

- Tiny dinosaurs, you know.
- I know.

I know you know what he wants.
What does he want?

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- Sorry I had to hang up on you.

Been a busy day.

Yeah, no problem.
You know, this phone is not safe.

Let me call you back in a moment.

All right.

- What'd he say?
- Just a second.

Hey. How you doing?

- I'll give you 100 dollars for that phone.
- Huh?

Two hundred dollars for that phone.

- What's the catch?
- No catch.

Three hundred dollars,
plus a replacement phone.

Okay.

Yo, dude,
I'll call you right back.

Pleasure doing business with you.

- Thanks, man.
- Mm-hmm.

What did he say?

- Hello?
- I think we should meet and talk.

Just the two of us.

- What, like a date?
- (LAUGHS)

Yes.

No.
Look, the game is over.

I'd call it a very honorable tie.

Now that it's over,
I really think that we should talk.

Atruce. No weapons, no tricks.
Just talk.

Then we both walk away.

Talk.
About what?

Well, everything.

I think we both could use
a little closure, don't you?

It has to be today.
You know, now.

I'm kind of pressed for time.

How do I know I can trust you?

Don't be timid now, Patrick.

I could've killed you many times
and I haven't, have I?

Okay.
When and where?

Excellent.

I'll be at the Fremont Park fountain
in half an hour.

No, don't know it.

Central Bus Station.

- North entrance.
- No, it's too many people.

Too many cops.

You know Alexandria Cemetery?

Of course I do.

There's a chapel by the western gate.

That'll do.
Half an hour.

Don't be late,
I can't wait around.

Half an hour.

What'd he say?

He wants to meet with me.

- It's a trap.
- Probably.

What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna meet him.
- You can't.

Trust me, I know what I'm doing.

Jane, don't do this.
Think about it.

The FBI is gonna get
Bertram soon enough.

I don't want the FBI to get him.

You knew this day was coming.
It's here.

- Let me come with you.
- No, I don't want you involved.

- Involved? I am involved.
- Not anymore.

I'm gonna need to borrow your gun.

- My gun.
- Yes, your gun.

I'm not gonna use it,
it's just a prop.

Teresa, trust me, please.
Just trust me.

Thank you.

(MEN CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

- I think that way.
- Thanks.

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Suspect on the move. Unit six...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE REWING)

(SIREN BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN BLARES)

(JANE GROANS)

Where's the man in charge here?
Where is Abbott?

Down on your knees.
Keep your hands where I can see them.

Where is Abbott?
I have to go.

All right, take it down a notch, people.

He's not Al Capone.

Abbott, please, listen to me.

I can tell that you're
a man of honor.

On my honor,
I will give myself up in an hour.

But right now, I just...
I just need...

I just...

- (SIGHS) Just forget it.
- No, no, no.

Tell me. Come on.
Now what do you need?

What do you need, huh?
You need an hour?

For what?
Where are you going?

Who you gonna go meet?

No? Well, let's take
a trip downtown, shall we?

- Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- No, you can let her go.

Hi, Ms. Lisbon.

Do me this one favor, Abbott,
cop to cop.

Let him go and I swear
I will bring him back later.

Not happening.

What is all this urgency
I'm hearing here, hmm?

Oh. He made a plan with Bertram.

Is that it?
Is that what you did?

Please, Abbott.

- FBI! Back it up.
- CBI. Back it up yourself.

- What's this?
- Let him go, Abbott.

He's done nothing wrong.

Hey, guys.
You know, it's good to see you.

I hate to bring you down,
but there is no CBI.

That badge is a toy.

And you're all impersonating
officers of the law.

Whatever. Let him go.

Are you mad-dogging me right now?
The FBI?

You say you're legit FBI,
but how do we know?

You could be members of the
Blake Association for all we know.

- (SCOFFS) We're not.
- Prove it.

Your man Reede Smith was a member,
why not you?

- How do we know Jane's not in danger?
- That's absurd.

I'm sorry, Agent Abbott,
but it is our duty to protect this man

- until we're assured his safety.
- Hey. Let him go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no.

It's all right. Just stand down.
Stand down, guys.

No bloodshed required.
It's cool.

- Let him go.
- Take my car.

- Sir?
- ABBOTT: It's okay.

Thank you, guys!

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECH)

- We done?
- He's gone. We're done.

Hmm.

Arrest them.

Put your guns down on the ground.
Slowly.

Do as he says.

- Go track Agent Lisbon's vehicle.
- Yes, sir.

- You put a bug on my car?
- How do you think we found Jane?

I said I was glad to see you people

because I knew you would
screw up and make my life easy.

And you did just that.
Thank you.

Arrest her.

Come on.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE REVS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(REWING)

(BACK-UP ALARM BEEPING)

(MEN CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: Yo, check it out.

MAN 2: Whoa! Check this out.

What's up?

Could you guys keep an eye
on my car for me, please?

- Sure, I'll watch it.
- Thank you.

MAN (QUIETLY): Let's do it, man.

(LAUGHS)

Let's go.

(ENGINE RACING)
(MEN WHOOPING)

(JEERING)

(ENGINE REWING)

Hey, man.

Uh... Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

Uh, long story.
I need a ride, if you're willing.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(LATIN HIP-HOP PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

MAN (OVER RADIO): This is unit four.
We have the vehicle in sight,

stationary on 5th and Sherman.

All right, stay back, stay back.
This could be the meet.

What the heck?

Unit four, what's the situation?

Unit four, respond, damn it.

Boss, it was some kids in
Lisbon's car. Jane wasn't there.

We don't have Jane.
Repeat, we don't have Jane. Do you copy?

Don't dig yourself any deeper.
Where did he go?

I don't know.

You guys really have a death wish,
don't you?

Sir, we really don't know.

Mm-hmm.

"Sir"?
Why the hell you calling him "sir"?

Oh, calm down, Dillinger.

We're under arrest here,
we might as well be civil.

Why?
You think you'll get a nicer cell?

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

Hey, Patrick.

I'm gonna need to search you
for weapons.

So you can go ahead
and put your hands up.

Worth a shot.

You can go in now.

Patrick.

Thank you for being so punctual.

- You lied to me.
- As did you.

What a couple of scamps we are, huh?

I promise that is the last lie
that I will ever tell you.

So, first things first.

You and the Feds
have made a big mistake.

I'm not Red John.

What?

I'm not Red John.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but I'm just a humble foot soldier

in the Blake Association.
Red John is one of the top brass.

I'm not sure I believe you.

Well, that's your privilege,
but I am telling you the truth.

You all just jumped
to the wrong conclusion.

- Okay, so who is Red John?
- I have no idea.

Honestly. No idea.

The association works
on a strictly need-to-know basis.

Supposing what you say is true,

then we could've had
this talk on the phone.

Yeah, but if we'd talked
on the phone,

then you probably wouldn't have
come to meet me, would you?

And I was told to call you,
tell you the game's over,

- and arrange a meeting.
- Why? Why am I here?

Please, don't think for a moment
that I am happy about this.

The association doesn't
like loose ends.

It just hates them.
So...

Go on, Oscar.

No, no, listen. Listen,
let's talk about this. Just wait...

No, I'm truly sorry,
but it is totally out of my hands.

I always liked you, Patrick.

No, no. This is not necessary.
We don't...

(MUFFLED GUNSHOT)

Hey...

Thank you, Oscar.

You can wait outside.
Just make sure we're left in peace.

Hello, Patrick.

Hi.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Hey! Hello?

Hey, what's going on?

- Grace, what are you...
- Hey!

What... Please don't do that.
You're worse than Cho.

They need to tell us what's going on.

They don't need to do anything.

And we can't do anything,
so please just relax.

Relax?
How can I relax?

You know, sometimes I think
you like being helpless.

Okay, fine, I take it back.
Don't relax.

Break the window with your forehead
and we'll all jump out

- and make a run for it.
- Let's try to keep it together, okay?

Okay, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

- Mullins. You're from here, yes?
- Yes, sir, Lincoln Heights.

Get me a map of Sacramento.

Yes, sir. There's one
on the computer in the car.

A paper map.

Paper map.

Come on, let's go.

Well, Patrick, here we are.

Poor fella.
Smart but dumb.

It never occurred to him
that I am the Blake Association.

Why'd you have to kill him?

Everyone thinks he's Red John,
don't they?

So it would seem
a fitting end to the story

if you two were found
dead together.

No one will look any deeper.

So I'm supposed to die, am I?

After all these years,
seems kind of unfair.

(RED JOHN'S VOICE): It's totally fair.
Game's over and I won.

It's not a game.

(NORMAL VOICE): There's a winner
and a loser, that's a game.

It's not a game I asked to play.

No, but you played it
very well nonetheless.

You were fun and challenging.
Thank you.

You probably have a lot of questions
for me, huh?

We have time, if you want.

I have no questions.

You're an evil,
sexually perverted sociopath

with pathetic delusions of grandeur.

The rest is just details.

"Evil, sexually perverted sociopath."

Well, I guess I have to own that,
but..."delusions of grandeur"?

No.

I have no delusions.

I built a secret empire, I control
the lives of thousands of people.

My word is life and death.
And nobody knows who I am.

Now if that's not grandeur,
I don't know what you'd call it.

I'd call it the ravings
of a squalid egomaniac.

You see?

For no reason at all,
you're rude and contemptuous.

That's why your wife
and kid are dead.

Who are you to butt in here and
make obnoxious judgments about me?

Who are you? Hmm?

Who are you?

Nobody.

Nobody.

You didn't know me,
you don't know me.

You have no idea.

Here's your problem, Pat.

You're a smart man,
but you are arrogant.

You can't imagine someone
smarter than you.

Which is why I've been ahead of you
at every step along the way.

You're holding the gun.

You wanna brag? Go ahead,
I'm not gonna stop you.

You still don't know
how I fooled you, do you?

How did I survive that bomb?

How did I know all
the names on your list?

Is this what you've been missing?
Appreciation? Hmm?

Do you want me to applaud?

You have no idea, do you?

I don't know how you got the list
of suspects. That was a good trick.

But the bomb gag is simple.
There were two explosions.

The first was a concussion bomb,
knocked everyone out.

The second, lethal bomb that killed
Haffner and Stiles only went off

after you dragged Bertram,
Smith and me out of harm's way.

Correct.

Faking your own death was easy.

Brett Partridge was
Blake Association.

His job gave him access
to the primary DNA database.

He switched your DNA records
with a body that you had on ice.

A surrogate.

Then you brought the body to my house
in the trunk of your car

and you put it alongside
Stiles and Haffner.

Very good.

Your hindsight is 20/20.

Can I show you something?

Sure.

Bread crumbs?

(YELLING)

(GROANS)

(BIRD FLUTTERING)

A bird?

Very clever.

The bomb was a mistake.

It was theater.

I knew that whatever the truth looked
like, the opposite must be true.

Please, don't...
Don't kill me.

Oh, now you want mercy.

After all you've done.

You're not like me.
You're a good man.

- It'll haunt you.
- Oh, I'm not hesitating.

I'm just savoring the moment.

You're Red John.

I have to say,
I'm a little disappointed.

Oh, my God.

Help! Please!
He's gonna kill me!

My God.

I'm a policeman
and you need to leave.

Sir, I'm sorry, you don't
look like a policeman.

Yes, I am.
Just do as I say and leave right now.

- Please, put down that gun.
- You need to go.

Whatever's happened here,
more violence is not the answer.

- No, you don't understand.
- Sir, I do understand.

- I know how angry you must be...
- No, you don't,

and you have to go now.

Sir, in all good conscience...

(WOMAN SHOUTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

All right, so he started out here

and he dumped the car here
at a mini mall.

So where would you arrange a meeting,

someplace with easy access,
in and out, close to the highway?

- Ball park.
- Too much security.

- What's that?
- Community college campus?

No, that right there.

That's the Alexandria Cemetery.

- Where was Jane's wife buried?
- What does that have to do with...

- Where was she buried?
- Alexandria Cemetery.

Thanks.

Alexandria Cemetery.
Let's go!

(PANTING, GROANING)

Oh, no. Oh, no.
Oh, my God!

WOMAN: Help! Police!

Help!

Which way?

Over there.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(ENGINES REWING)

B Team, canvas this side.
You're with me.

- Let's go.
- Let's take this way.

(GRUNTS)

What was that?

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my...

No!

What's going on?
I'm on the line with the police.

I am police, ma'am.
Let me talk to them.

- This way?
- Yeah...

Oh, hell.

(GROANING)

(PHONE BEEPING)

(LINE RINGING)

WOMAN: 9-1-1.
What is your emergency?

(MUMBLES, GROANS)
Hello?

9- 1-1.
What's your emergency?

Please don't kill me.

- Let me live.
- 9- 1-1. What's your...?

Please... let me live.

I'll tell you how I knew
the names on your list.

I don't care.

- I knew because I have real psychic...
- Shh...

(GAGGING)

I want you to blink once for no,
then twice for yes.

Are you sorry that you
killed my wife, Angela,

and my daughter, Charlotte?

Good.

Good.

Are you afraid to die?

Good.

(RED JOHN GAGGING)

(GURGLING)

(FEET FLAILING)

(EXHALING SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUING)

Don't even think about it.

Lisbon... it's over.

It's done.

I just want you to know I'm okay.

And I'm gonna miss you.

(CHILD LAUGHING)
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