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You clean up very nicely, if you don't mind me saying so.
I don't mind you saying so. Thanks.
You look pretty much the same as you always look.
- Really? - Yes.
- This is my date outfit. - Really?
Yeah.
Is this your first date? I mean, since your wife died.
Do I seem so out of practice?
- Hi. - Hi.
My name's Gerard, your server. Would you like to hear our specials?
Sorry to interrupt, Gerard, but I'm getting a message from...
your mother. Ju... No. Janis.
- Yes. - Um...
I'm sorry for your loss. She's happy now.
And she wants you to know that she sends her deepest love.
And, um...
your Uncle Ed says "roll tide".
Does that mean anything to you, "roll tide"?
My mom's brother, Edward. He died five years ago.
He was a tight end in Alabama in the '60s.
They're called the Crimson Tide. That's their rallying cry: Roll Tide.
Wow. Heh.
Well, I'd like to have the soup du jour and the lamb, medium.
And the arugula salad and the fish for the lady. Thank you.
Very well.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Thanks.
- What? - Oh, come on.
You're so ferocious in your lack of faith.
I mean, is it so hard to imagine that I'm not putting on an act?
That I really am what I say I am?
His mother sent a message. I wanted to help, that's all.
It happens to me all the time.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Roll Tide.
Bad guys just keep on coming, huh?
I hate the Internet.
Listen, if you like, I can deal. You go.
No, it's okay. It's just a web alert...
for when a name we're interested in pops up.
- Wayne. - What is it?
Oh.
This is not good.
Relax. It's just a hoax. It's staged. Almost certainly.
Oh, my God.
- I don't... No, no. No. - Yes.
You went to jail? Really?
- Yes, I did. What's so hard to believe? - For how long?
I was there for two days and two very luxurious nights.
Uh-huh. Yeah, and how'd you get out?
I just escaped.
- I don't believe you for one second. - It wasn't that difficult. It's all timing.
- Uh-huh. - I'm not kidding. Okay.
Excuse me, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.
Thank you.
Hey.
Kristina, I'm...
Oh. I'm so sorry.
It's work.
- Hello? - Jane, you need to come to the office.
Right now.
It was posted on the Internet an hour ago, on a popular notice board.
There's a message that goes with it.
"I am becoming what I was meant to be.
Your children's children will worship me."
We don't know when or where it was made.
There appears to be an '08 Silverado parked outside the house...
so it's gotta be at least that recent.
Has Red John made videos or issued statements before?
- No. - Oh, thank you.
Excuse me, sorry to interrupt.
Oh, hi, Kristina. Good to see you.
Yeah.
- That poor girl. - Yeah, yeah.
For what it's worth, I'm getting a sense that she died very recently.
Her body will be discovered very soon. She's near water.
Does this feel like Red John to you?
I'm not getting a read on that.
The whole Internet aspect is interesting, though, isn't it? Why put it up there?
This clip's had over a million viewers. A desire for fame?
Patrick, you're being very quiet. What are you thinking?
I'd have to see the crime scene.
CHP just reported a homicide in the Bay Area.
Smiley face on the wall. College student named Marley Sparrow.
Roommate found her, called it in a half-hour ago.
Let's get ready to go.
- Bay Area. - Yes, that is close to water.
That's uncanny.
Oh, come on. That's pretty good.
I am feeling a strong connection to this case somehow.
Madeleine, could we have a word, please?
Yeah. Excuse us.
She's gonna ask if she can come along with us.
Obviously that's your call, but I hope that you refuse.
Because I won't work with her. I will quit.
What's your objection? If she can help us, why not?
Nothing she says is more than clever guesswork.
So she has essentially the same skills as you.
Without all the drama.
What's the deal?
Red John is mine.
Okay. Okay, I hear you.
- I'm sorry to interrupt. - No, please.
I was going to offer my services...
but I get the sense Mr. Jane is telling you that he won't work with me.
The last thing I wanna do is upset this investigation.
But if I have any more feelings about the case, could I call?
Of course, Kristina. Always be glad to hear your thoughts.
- Have a good night. - Thank you.
Okay.
- Listen... - I completely understand.
- No hard feelings. - Okay.
- That was an unusual date though, huh? - Yes, very.
Thank you.
I'll see you soon, I hope.
- Could you...? - Oh, yeah. Sure.
Oh.
- Bye. - Bye.
Guys, give me a minute, please?
Thank you.
Hey, Marley. I'm gonna get this sorted out for you.
Hey, hey, Patrick Jane. Long time.
So, qué pasa, dude? My people need to do their thing.
I won't be long.
Hmm.
Ahem.
You Hoovering up the old psychic ectoplasm?
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing.
We have a schedule to keep, amigo. Ticktock.
Sooner you're done fooling around, sooner my people can find actual clues.
She's from Iowa.
She played the guitar. She liked dark chocolate...
Sudoku and snowboarding.
Shy, but strong. Honorable. Modest. Didn't drink or smoke.
Her parents died when she was very young.
After college she wanted to go into family law to help foster kids like herself.
Or become a singer. She hadn't made up her mind yet.
Yeah, that's great dude. But where's Red John?
- Oh, this wasn't Red John. - So you say.
So I say.
Jerk.
- Oh. - Make sure you have your people...
send those papers and journals to the CBI office.
- Will do. - Thank you.
Marley was the best. The best person.
A beautiful soul.
Ruth, you found her body, yes?
When you entered your house, you notice anything unusual before finding the body?
- Something missing or out of place? - I don't think so.
- How long had you been gone? - Two days. Snowboarding.
Marley was supposed to come, but her boyfriend was coming over to see her...
- ... so she stayed. - Boyfriend's name?
Grady Shipp. He's a policeman in San Francisco.
They've been dating for like a month.
Okay. What was he like? Nice guy?
Marley really liked him a lot, said he was super nice.
But I don't know. We never actually met him.
- No? - She'd go to his place mostly.
And when he came by here, he'd wait for her in his car.
Weird, no?
I think Marley was a bit embarrassed for hooking up with a cop, you know.
- So she kept him on the downlow. - Embarrassed why?
Marley was cool.
And cops are sort of nerds with guns, aren't they?
Ruth, hello.
No offense.
Heh. Sorry.
Marley Sparrow? Yes, I was her academic advisor for two semesters.
Nice enough girl.
But not as clever as she likes to think she is.
But none of them are, are they?
Did you notice any changes in her behavior recently?
No, but nor do I pay close attention.
They're empty vessels to be filled with knowledge.
Here is a horrible coincidence.
Last semester, I taught a criminology elective.
Murder, myth and marketing: The serial killer as commodity.
Red John was actually mentioned in our class discussions. Isn't that eerie?
Who mentioned him? What did they say?
Damned if I know. It was eight months ago.
- You have a student list from the class? - You know, I do. I do. Somewhere.
- I do. - We would love to look at that list.
- Thanks. - Thanks.
No Grady Shipp with any San Fran Police.
- No Grady Shipp, period. - There was a Grady Shipp.
Killed and ate his neighbors in Little Rock in the '90s.
Lethally injected by the State of Arkansas in '02.
Huh. Marley's boyfriend doesn't want anybody to see his face...
and he named himself after a cannibal. Two strikes.
- Shame we don't have a description. - Ruth said he never got out of his car.
- Maybe we can get a make and model. - Grady Shipp.
In 1989, he did a six-month spell...
in the same wing at Lompoc as Orval Tanner.
- Tanner? - Red John's friend.
You have the Lompoc Prison registry in your head?
Well, only the relevant sections.
What does it mean? Is it a joke?
Marley's boyfriend is Red John. That doesn't make sense.
In the hunt for this beast known as Red John.
Well, he's not a beast, Jackie. He's a human being.
Now, he has done terrible things, but he is still capable of redemption.
Like all of us.
Red John...
if you're listening to us now, I urge you to reach out and get help.
You can change.
What the hell are you thinking?
Don't you understand who you're dealing with?
- I do understand, yes. - No, you don't.
Clearly, you don't understand.
I asked Ms. Frye here so that I could fully express my deep dismay.
- I was speaking from the heart. - That may be.
You were also hustling for business. That's okay.
But you present me now with a problem.
We don't have any obligation to protect you, but...
I wasn't asking for protection. It's unnecessary.
- Red John is not coming after me. - Are you blind?
You've done exactly what I did.
I went on television and talked about him as though I knew him.
And he killed my wife and child.
Patrick, he was punishing you, because you lied about him.
I was telling the truth.
He won't take offense with me. He might even listen to what I said.
In fact, I believe he will.
People do change, Patrick. It's possible.
Agent Hightower, I am truly sorry for dismaying you.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some other appointments.
She needs 24-hour protection, the best that you can provide.
The Sac PD Special Protection Unit will provide security.
CBI will be on the inside bodyguarding Ms. Frye.
Jane and I will take first shift.
Next 24-hour rotation will be split among us...
- ... alternating with the Sparrow case. - Have to stop sooner or later.
That's when he'll go for her. He'll wait.
Van Pelt, what do you got?
We're looking for Grady Shipp, right? This is Marley's address book.
- Different writing. Maybe Grady himself. - Can I?
Keep digging. Rigsby, take Cho with you, check it out.
Yeah, you got it.
Hello?
- Blood. - Yup.
- Pigs' blood, maybe. - For practice?
Police! Stop!
Hey! Stop!
Damn.
I'll call it in.
What is it?
A lens cap. Interesting.
Practicing the Red John symbol...
and not just watching us pursue him, but filming the pursuit.
- What does it mean? - Marley Sparrow's killer loves cameras.
He's a voyeur, a fanboy, a slasher movie geek.
Great. But where does that take us now? Like in a car.
- Well, try the campus Film Club. - All right.
Nice place, huh? Tasteful.
To me, it looks like we're about to pay way too much to get our legs waxed.
- Hmm. - Hi. I was making some lunch.
- Would you like something to eat? - Sure. Thanks.
I'm good, thanks.
Patrick, on reflection, I'm truly sorry...
for the situation I put you in. I hadn't thought through your involvement.
All right, I'll eat some lunch. Just please, don't make a fuss.
Ms. Ketchum?
Oh. Policemen. Okay, I knew I'd forgotten something. Um...
Okay.
There it is.
- I thought for sure I'd sent that. - Sent what?
The class list of the students in my criminology class.
- Your colleague had asked for it. - And you're chair of the Film Club also?
I have that honor.
You know what? I have the Film Club register here as well. Okay.
- Yes. Yes. Would you like to see it? - Yes, that would be good.
Okay.
Ah. There you go.
Where were you Tuesday night, Ms. Ketchum?
How thrilling. Am I a suspect?
- Are you? - Well...
I'd like to think I can still summon that kind of passion.
So where were you?
Home alone. Reading a murder mystery actually.
There's only one name on both lists. Wesley Blankfein.
Oh, wait, you just made a face.
Well, he is a sweet boy. Rather a good actor actually.
- But strange. - Strange? How?
I can't really put my finger on it. It's a look in his eyes.
Yep, that's him. I remember when he moved in.
I mentioned to him he was a little older than most of our students...
and he said he needed to escape from his mother.
Which I thought was an odd response.
And when did you last see him?
- Three weeks ago, maybe? - Excuse me.
I figured he had a girlfriend.
Nothing here.
- Oh, hey, Dylan. - Oh, hey, you guys, quick question.
You said Marley's boyfriend waited in a car.
- Yes. - Do you recall what type of car he drove?
It was black, I think. I'm bad with cars.
- It was a black SUV. - What car did Blankfein drive?
He didn't have a car.
Hmm. Okay.
Try locating Blankfein's mother. Maybe she knows where he is.
All right, let me know.
Blankfein's in the wind. Looks like he might be good for this.
I don't think so. Marley made contact with me.
The name Blankfein doesn't resonate.
- Marley made contact with you. - Yes.
Of course. I think we might have had enough of your crime-fighting skills.
It might be best to stick to the crystal therapy and the foot massages.
- Reflexology. - Right, reflexology.
- This is Lisbon. - Agent Fenton, FBI.
Yeah, we got a case here in Lake Tahoe. Looks like your boy, Red John.
Victim's name is Jacqueline Sandoval.
You wanna come take a look?
You can smile your arrogant smile...
and act like you know everything about everything, but you don't.
There are whole worlds you can't begin to understand.
Synchronized swimming is the only world that springs to mind.
But I'm sure you're right. There may be many others.
What's the matter?
Red John killed the woman who interviewed you.
Oh, my God.
It's Red John, all right.
I'll reach out to the Feds, make sure they keep us in the loop.
- We gotta get back to Kristina's. - There are cops all around her house.
Van Pelt is with her and there's other agents on the way.
She's safe. I am confident Red John's not gonna go there.
- That is exactly why he might. - If he does, we'll get him.
Really want to hang out at Kristina's house waiting for Red John?
Let's go to the office and work the Sparrow case.
There's nothing useful that I can do there.
This Blankfein character, he looks good for it, right?
Fine. Go and wait for Red John.
It's not a good idea though.
Hey. We're in Nevada. You can't just walk off and leave me here.
- Hey. - Hey, boss.
So Wesley Blankfein's mother is Myra Hauser-Blankfein.
Address in Franklin Heights.
Owns a black SUV, like Grady Shipp drives.
Good. Go check her out.
Now? It's a long drive.
You leave now, you'll be there by the morning.
Grace, thank you.
How you doing?
I'm doing fine.
Red John certainly made his point.
Quite possibly, he'll leave things be now.
I know he will.
I have a clear vision of him. He needs to create fear, that's all.
He's done that now and he feels calm. And I'm perfectly safe.
Can you just stop that nonsense?
You wanted to promote your psychic business and you made a big mistake.
Now, will you just...? Will you please just own it?
- Why are you here? - I am here because I wanna protect you.
How are you gonna protect me?
Red John comes through that door, what are you gonna do...
- ... hypnotize him? - I will do what I need to do.
If Red John wants to reach me, he will.
I choose to believe that he doesn't want to.
- Now, please go away. - I'm gone.
You're wasting your time.
Looking for Mrs. Blankfein and her son.
Gone. And left the cats to starve. It's not right.
- Do you know where they went? - Nope.
Never leaves before. Never.
Every day, 11:00, like a machine, she's watching her TV shows.
Three days now, I hear nothing.
- Quiet, like the grave. - How about her son? You seen him?
- Nope. Gone too. - Did it occur to you...
- ... Mrs. Blankfein might be dead in there? - Yes, it did.
But there'd be a smell, wouldn't there, if she was dead?
Step back inside, please, ma'am.
- You good? - Yeah.
Bedroom's clear.
Rigsby.
Oh, jeez.
- "G.S." Grady Shipp. - Bingo.
Inside the mind of Wesley Blankfein, a.k.a. Grady Shipp.
Not pretty.
It looks like he's obsessed with Marley.
So he builds a shrine, fakes up all these photos of them together.
Then he tries to turn fantasy into reality. Posing as Grady Shipp, he asks her out.
And she says yes. Big mistake. Fantasy and reality collide, and she dies.
Sounds about right. But where the hell is he?
Where's his mom? You didn't find anything useful in the apartment?
- No computer? Nothing? - A lot of cats.
The pictures were all taken at different times and places.
Pictures of Wesley were all taken in the same place.
Nowhere we've been.
- Maybe that's a safe house. - Nothing to say where it is.
Jane, wanna take a look, see if you see anything useful?
Yeah, sure. If you like.
- Yup. - And...
There's a photo of Wesley with a sign in the distance.
A yellow "KC" backward on a pole. His shadow is pointing right to it.
Yeah, it's way small back there, but I see it.
That's the logo for Kenny's Chili, a Southern California fast food chain.
- There's about 50 or so outlets. - You memorize trademarks?
With Wesley's long shadow and the golden light, that would say afternoon.
The sun in the west. So that puts Kenny's due east of this location.
- About a block and a half, I'd say. - Huh. He's right.
Fifty or so outlets.
Hardware store and a liquor store are on the block. That should narrow it down.
We'll get on it.
- Thank you. - Oh, no.
You should make that call.
- What call? - Right. Like I'm not a detective too.
Hey, Jane. It's Grace. Kristina's taking a nap.
- I can get her for you, if you like. - I'd appreciate that, Grace. Thank you.
Kristina?
Kristina, it's Jane for you.
Open the door.
Kristina? Kristina?
Kristina?
- How did Kristina get past the guards? - Don't know.
But she packed a bag, she took her passport and credit cards.
- We can assume she wasn't abducted. - No, no, no. You can't assume.
Red John could have gotten in and taken her.
Maybe. The likelihood is she panicked and ran somewhere to hide.
- Or maybe he lured her out somehow. - We'll check the phone records.
Let's start contacting her relatives and friends. She's out there somewhere.
Forgive me, Agent Lisbon, but belay that order.
The search for Kristina will be conducted by the Missing Persons Unit.
- What? - They're the best at what they do.
They will find her, if she can be found. And Van Pelt, snap out of it.
- Wasn't your fault. - Yes, ma'am, but...
Move on.
Right, where are we on the Marley Sparrow case?
We have a suspect at large by the name of Wesley Blankfein.
He's been obsessed with both Red John and Marley Sparrow.
He seems to have created an alter ego by the name of Grady Shipp.
It's after a killer with Red John connections.
- Any leads? - Off photos he took...
we've ID'd six possible locations for Blankfein's safe house.
- It's a long shot, but it's all we have. - All right. Go to it.
Let's divvy up the locations.
Cho take Riverside County, bring Rigsby with you.
Van Pelt and I will take San Bernardino locations.
- Jane, you stay here, take a break. - I don't need a break.
- I think you do. - I'd rather keep active.
- You're too hyped up to be in the field. - That's nonsense.
- I agree with Lisbon. Get some rest. - Some rest.
I'll just lie down and catch up on some Zs.
Kick back with a good book. Rest?
- I'm fine. - Debatable.
Do you want me to ask the psych counselor for an evaluation?
Sorry.
- Leave a message. - Lisbon, it's Jane. I found it.
It's 52 North Esperanza, Hotel Del Corona in Salinger Mill.
I'm gonna...
I'm gonna wait for you at Kenny's. Okay?
Give me a call when you get this message. Thank you.
Welcome, detective.
I'm Grady Shipp.
Too good of you to come visit me.
You're a lucky man.
Very lucky.
Tonight, you will have the dying honor...
Let me do that again.
Tonight...
you will have the honor of dying...
as a sacrifice to the holy master, Red John.
Behold...
the blood sacrament of the master.
Stop.
You wanna try that again?
Just try it again. Say like you mean it.
- You know, where's the passion gone? - Behold...
- ... the blood sacrament of the master. - No, no, no. I'm not buying it. Come on.
Just stop for a second, think. Think about what you're doing here...
then we'll start again from the top. Okay?
Uh...
It's all right, I know what's going on. They got your mother, don't they?
- Yeah. How did you know? - They're forcing you to play a part...
- ... in their sick little movie. - Yes.
You're playing the part of Grady Shipp, right?
- Yes. - It's okay, it's okay.
Dylan? Ruth?
We need to talk.
Thank you very much for totally ruining a freaking brilliant scene, you jerk.
Hush, Dyl.
How did you know it was us?
You were the only people that mentioned Grady Shipp.
He was your creation. And it was you that killed Marley, wasn't it, Dylan?
Wesley couldn't hurt a fly.
It was a truly sick individual that did that.
It was me, actually.
- Ah. - Dyl's much better with the camera.
And Marley deserved what she got...
pious little bitch.
Keep the camera running. This is all good stuff.
No offense, but you wouldn't know good if it smacked you.
- This is just a corny slasher movie. - Yeah, but real, dude.
Real blood. Real guts. Yours.
Wesley, let's wrap this scene up now, okay? Pick it up right at the end.
"Behold the blood," etcetera, and then stab the sucker, okay?
- I don't know. - That's it.
What do you not know? This man is dead, okay?
The only question is whether you and your mom wanna live or die, like him.
- Your choice. - These people are nuttier than fruitcake.
They're gonna kill you regardless.
You don't have to do this.
We are not monsters, Wesley. We're artists.
We are making art.
When the movie's done, of course, you and your mom are free to go.
- With our gratitude for your help. - Stay calm.
"Behold the blood." Wesley.
- I'm sorry. - Wesley.
- Wesley. Wesley, hey. No, Wesley. - Behold...
- ... the blood sacrament of the master... - No, it's okay. Wesley.
No, please. No. No.
No! No!
If there's one thing I can't tolerate, it's cheap imitations of my work.
Do you know who I am?
Yes.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
I almost forgot.
Kristina would want me to send her love.
She's very fond of you, despite your differences.
Roll Tide.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
You're sure he said nothing? Nothing at all?
Nothing.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?