Previously on The Mentalist:
- This is my date outfit. - First date?
- I mean, um, since your wife died? - Do I seem out of practice?
Red John, if you're listening to us now...
I urge you to reach out and get help. You can change.
Don't you understand who you're dealing with?
- Red John is not coming after me. - Are you blind?
You've done exactly what I did and he killed my wife and child.
- Kristina? - Red John could have taken her.
Or maybe he lured her out somehow.
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.
- You can't park there. - Sure I can. Look.
- There you are. - Here I am. Morning.
Why so glum?
This is Harvey Dublin.
That's his chauffeur, Peter Russo, with three bullets in him.
That's his car and Mr. Dublin's gone. Abducted, looks like.
- Harvey Dublin? - Bigtime statehouse lobbyist.
Lawyer, kingmaker.
- Famous and well connected. - Ah, the evil twins.
Brass and media are gonna be all over us like sucker fish.
Why don't we give it to the FBI? They love that.
I wish. It's too late.
The new boss is here doing on-cameras. It's our baby.
I thought Hightower was boss.
The boss of Hightower. The director of the entire division.
I told you about him last week.
Your memory's going.
My memory is a mighty fortress, Lisbon...
from which no fact ever escapes, once committed.
Now, when you tell me boring things, I set them free immediately.
Saves over-crowding.
Harvey Dublin is missing. It looks like a kidnapping...
presumably for a ransom, but we can't be sure at present.
We shall have to await further developments.
Harvey is a pillar of this city, one of the good guys...
and we are all praying for his safety.
- Thank you. - Over here.
- Eh. Idiot. - You and your snap judgments.
What is he supposed to say?
Why does he have to say anything?
What's your take on this?
Hmm.
I don't know.
Mr. Bertram, over here. Could I have your attention?
- Eh. I think I'll give this one a miss. - What do you mean, "a miss"?
I just feel this one is not for me.
I'll catch the next one, uh, I promise.
- I don't understand. You're not—? - Agent Lisbon?
- And Mr. Jane? - Yes. Hi.
Director Bertram will speak to you now. We're on a tight schedule.
He appreciates facts and brevity, okay?
- Agent Lisbon. - Yes, sir, Director Bertram.
And you must be our boy wonder, Patrick Jane.
- I've heard good things about you. - Hi. Nice to meet you, sir.
Now, I want this resolved ASAP. Whatever it takes.
The heck with overtime restrictions. You do the hours, I'll find the funding.
We are all in this together as one. That's what I'm all about.
We are on it, sir.
Uh, yeah. I won't be working this case but, uh, I do like what you said.
"We're all in this together as one." Mao Tse-Tung, right?
Hold your horses. What do you mean you won't be on this one?
Well, statehouse lobbyist abductions. It's, uh, not really my cup of tea.
Well, that's kind of unprofessional, don't you think?
I guess. But I'm not actually a professional.
Question for you. Why are you here? Aside from the cameras.
Oh, what do you mean, "aside from the cameras"?
Public perception is an important tool.
Hmm. Tool.
You just put your hand on me.
- No. I mean, yes. - Yes, you did. Don't ever do that again.
Heh. Or else what?
You ever smell a dead mouse? You remember that smell?
Yes?
I just now put a dead mouse in your jacket pocket.
And no matter how many times you clean that jacket...
you will smell that dead mouse. And you will remember...
that you should never have put your hand on me.
You son of a bitch.
It's actually just a wadded-up napkin, but it has the same psychological effect.
The human mind is funny that way.
Good to meet you, sir. Sorry, Lisbon.
He had a rough summer.
Rigsby and Van Pelt are canvassing the area around the abduction site.
Cho's with Mrs. Dublin, waiting for a ransom demand.
Tech Services are up and running.
This is a scary one. Lots of attention.
Keep Molly in Public Affairs apprised of any good stuff we can feed the media.
Keep them on our side. And don't make any mistakes.
No, ma'am.
How's Jane?
The same.
You think he's in danger of cracking up?
No.
I mean, no, I don't think so.
I think he'll be fine.
That's not very convincing, Lisbon.
What he's been through would break anyone.
He's not gonna crack up.
I think some time off will do him good, though.
Yeah, well, no can do.
Bertram wants him on the Dublin case.
After Jane was so rude to him?
Bertram's all bottom line. He won't let personal issues intrude.
Jane's the best asset we have and Bertram knows that.
But Jane doesn't wanna be on the case.
Change his mind.
I'm not gonna tell Bertram we can't control our people.
I have an idea as to how to persuade him but it's kind of unethical.
I don't wanna know.
- Where's Jane? - Upstairs.
Oh. Thanks.
Jane?
Come in.
Hey. Nice place.
Ahem. Yeah. Well, I like the view and the quiet.
And what do you do with all the quiet?
Just thinking.
Jane, you have to stop blaming yourself.
- If Red John took Kristina Frye— - There's no "if." He took her.
If he did, you can't blame yourself.
What good is it to sit up here scribbling in your book?
You're not gonna find her that way.
I'm not gonna change my mind. I don't wanna work the Dublin case.
That's fine. It's a done deal. I understand.
It'd be good for you to have a break.
Listen, on a completely other subject, I need a personal favor.
- I'd like you to come and meet someone. - Who?
- I can't tell. - Why not?
I promise it has nothing to do with Harvey Dublin.
You're trying to play me somehow, convince me to change my mind.
- No. - Yes, you are.
And I guess I owe you a shot. But it's not gonna work, whatever it is.
Hey, Cho, how's it going with Mrs. Dublin?
Nothing so far. When's somebody coming to relieve me?
What's the problem?
Nothing. I'll call if we get any developments.
- What is it? Is it Harvey? - No, ma'am.
Oh, my God!
I am gonna explode. I can't stand it.
I can't take it, I swear to God.
Why, Kimball?
Why am I being punished? I'm a good person.
Yes, ma'am.
Stop calling me "ma'am." I'm not your grandmother.
How old do you think I am anyway?
Forty-eight? Forty-nine?
- I get the picture. - Do you?
Yeah. Dublin's driver, the dead guy, Pete Russo, right?
He has family but he wasn't wearing a wedding ring...
so, uh, we're about to meet a...
Yes, exactly.
Yes. Who are you?
Nadine, I'm Agent Lisbon with the CBI. We spoke on the phone?
This is Patrick Jane.
Hi. You're, uh, Pete Russo's daughter?
Uh, yeah.
- Hello? - They're police.
- Oh, okay, honey. - This is my mom.
Patricia.
And this is Keith, my stepdad.
Hi. Um...
Please come in.
Miss Lisbon says you're the best detective in California.
If anybody can find who killed my father, you can.
I just have to say, I didn't think you would stoop to crude manipulation.
I don't understand.
Inside joke. I'm sorry.
Uh, I will find who killed your father and abducted Mr. Dublin.
An inside joke?
Her father is dead, murdered.
You're making jokes?
Yes. Uh, it's a fault of mine.
What it is, the joke?
I have a lot on my mind right now.
I didn't really wanna come to work today but my good friend Agent Lisbon...
tricked me into meeting you, knowing that I couldn't refuse you...
because you're the age my daughter would be if she hadn't been murdered.
Oh, goodness.
Murdered by a man named Red John, whom I met with recently.
He saved my life and abducted a friend of mine.
Long story, hence the many things on my mind.
That's not a very funny joke.
Hmm.
- What happened to your friend? - Still missing.
Uh, please, tell us about your father.
He was a good person.
He was funny and generous...
and I could talk to him about anything and he would listen.
Yes, he could be charming.
He had his ways.
What kind of ways?
He had a temper.
That he did.
I mean, his heart was in the right place.
Whatever his faults, he didn't deserve to die this way.
Really, I'm impressed. You played me like a fish.
And you lied to me.
I kind of did, didn't I? Sorry.
Oh, I'm glad to see you learning a few things.
Of course, now I shall have my revenge.
What do you mean?
We're not here about drugs. You hear about the killing the other night?
Ah. Yeah, yeah, I heard about that.
They kidnapped a man, huh? That's too bad.
Beat cops say you do business under that bridge.
Look, the local beat cops are nice guys but they're out of touch.
We don't do business under that bridge. The ho's, they got dibs.
You're gonna wanna talk to the ladies over on Fremont.
- All right. Thanks. - Yeah. No worries.
Hey, hey, red. You ever date a hustler before?
Not so far.
What? I'm kidding.
- Thank you. - Yeah. Okay. Good to know.
Good afternoon. Reid Colman. I'm Mr. Dublin's personal lawyer.
Glad to see you people. You made any progress?
Early days, Mr. Colman.
Well, you'll need to talk to me, yes?
Now is a good time. If you'll come this way...
we can use the conference room.
Uh, just a moment.
- What's your name? - Marjorie?
Marjorie. Very nice name. I'd like to speak to Marjorie first, thanks.
We will need to speak to you in due course, sir.
I'll try and fit you in later.
Prostitutes? No, no. Mr. Dublin was not that sort of man at all.
The alleyway from which he was abducted was used by prostitutes.
And it was nowhere near Mr. Dublin's regular route.
I have been Mr. Dublin's personal secretary for 10 years...
and I can tell you without a doubt that he is the most decent, caring...
clean, generous human being that anyone could hope to meet.
We wanna bring him back safely, Marjorie...
and we need to know everything.
Usually, I can get ahold of him at any time.
His work demands it. But once in a while he'd disappear for an hour or so.
No answer from him or his driver.
- How often was that? - Every couple of weeks.
A regular date. Right around the time he was abducted, yes?
And what did you think he might be doing?
A mistress, I thought.
But not this.
Men have needs. I understand that.
Please, you'll find him, won't you? You'll find him?
Marjorie, I have to tell you, it's very likely that he's already dead.
Whoa. Wait a minute.
- We don't know. - It's a hunch.
And if I'm right, it's a blessing for you.
Unrequited love is terrible.
You have to find yourself a man that will love you back.
You're a good woman. You deserve it. Think about that.
This was done by someone who knew about Dublin's routine.
Someone very close.
- Why did you say he was dead? - Because he is.
- He's dead and it's not a kidnapping. - Give me a reason.
- I'll bet you all the tea in China. - Heh. Not a reason.
- I'll give you good odds. - Hi.
Hey. Ransom demand came through.
How much? All right, we're on our way.
A million dollars for the safe return of Dublin.
That sounds like a kidnapping, doesn't it?
Doesn't mean it's a kidnapping. Doesn't mean he's not dead.
Is this a serious theory or is this your revenge?
This was sent from a throwaway phone.
"Do as instructed or H.D. gets his throat cut and we send you his tongue.
We want $1 million in used 50s and 100s at 0600 tomorrow.
Location will follow. No police or H.D. is dead."
- Any proof of life? - No.
Huh.
Do not say anything bad to Mrs. Dublin. That is an order.
- Can I see? - Yeah.
Where is Mrs. Dublin?
Yeah, she cries a lot.
She has to freshen her makeup. Then she cries. Sort of a cycle.
Three deliberate misspellings and an obvious military lilt.
Which suggests that the writer is not a veteran...
but wants us to believe that he or she is.
So a notch or two less clever than he or she thinks that they are.
Using this crime to express some kind of deep, personal grudge.
The violence is authentic enough.
Oh, my Lord, what now? What's happened?
It's nothing, Giselle. These are my colleagues. Please, remain calm.
How could I remain calm?
I can't raise $1 million by tomorrow.
We aren't nearly as rich as people think.
What do I do?
I can't speak to the financial aspects, ma'am. That's your call.
Can you think of anybody who may have a personal grudge against your husband?
No. Nobody.
My husband is a respected and beloved member of Sacramento society.
And you?
Do you respect and belove him?
Of course I do.
Deeply.
What a question.
Why don't you wanna raise $1 million to save his life?
Why do you ask that? I do.
The watch and the earrings, that's a quarter mil right there.
You can raise the money.
You're conflicted. You don't know if you want your husband back.
You don't like your husband very much at all.
You're actually a very good actress playing the part of the loving wife.
That's what I think you are.
Can you look at me and tell me that I'm wrong?
Duh.
Of course I don't like him very much.
Everybody in the know knows that Harvey Dublin is a mean, lying...
back-stabbing, crooked son of a bitch.
But I'm his wife. What am I supposed to do but act like I love him?
Why didn't you leave him?
Have you ever divorced a mean lawyer?
He has no record of any personal wrongdoing.
He's a respected lobbyist.
An extortionist and con man, more like it.
There are a lot of people who may have wanted to harm your husband.
Are you kidding?
There's people all over the city praying that he stays gone.
- How about you? - Me?
- Yeah, you. - Oh, I'll raise the money.
I owe him that much.
I knew what I was marrying.
Yes, Mr. Dublin is the target of some lawsuits.
Most prominent men are at one point or another in their careers.
It's a hazard of modern life.
So Dublin's a saint. That's your position?
No, Harvey Dublin is not a saint.
But I'm his lawyer and I speak for him.
Harvey started with less than nothing.
He was a street kid, his parents were drug addicts.
He lives in fear of falling into that world.
So maybe he pushes a little bit too hard.
Maybe he's just a little bit too intense in his desire to win.
This is America. That's no crime.
Seven lawsuits pending.
Anyone can get sued. It doesn't mean a thing.
Half the players in this town are in bed with Dublin one way or another.
In fact, your new director, Gale Bertram?
- He's one of his codefendants. - Really?
Yeah. Bank of Claremont v. Brixham Lake Development Corporation and others.
- It's gonna be a blockbuster. - Do go on.
It's a complex "land-water rights" thing. It'll run for years.
The point is, Bertram was named a codefendant...
to put pressure on the defense to settle early.
Happens all the time.
Hmm. That's interesting about Bertram.
- No, it's not. - Yes, it is.
Who's to gain the most, legally speaking, if Mr. Dublin doesn't return?
Well, it's, uh, hard to say.
Too many variables in the equation. He is coming back, right?
I mean, if Giselle pays the kidnappers, why shouldn't he?
Well, stuff happens. Did you ever serve in the military, Mr. Colman?
No, I didn't have that honor. Why do you ask?
Standard question.
But I thought you—?
Hey, lady, wait up.
Ma'am, we just wanna talk.
- Blah, blah, blah. - Blah, blah, blah.
Yeah. Listen, did you hear about that guy...
that was kidnapped a couple blocks over?
- His driver was shot dead? - Oh, that. Yeah.
Isn't that wild? Everybody's talking about it.
- What are people saying? - All kinds of stuff.
- Friend of mine said she was there. - Oh, yeah?
Well, she's acting all mysterious, like, "I can't tell you what happened."
Like she's a secret agent or whatnot.
- What's your friend's name? - Yours for 50.
This is a murder investigation. We could take you in.
Oh, baby, save yourself time and paperwork.
I got 43 bucks.
- Twelve cents. - Money's tight all over, huh?
Come on, cut us a break here.
Sugar. Big old tall girl. Pink hair. She'll be around tomorrow night.
Nice doing business with you.
- Twelve cents? Seriously? - What?
- She cleaned me out. - Of 12 cents.
Interesting about Bertram.
You said that before. No, it's not.
I got a weird vibe the first moment I met him.
The director of the division of law enforcement did not kidnap Dublin.
So you'd think. How well do you know him?
This is your revenge, isn't it? Well, I am simply gonna ignore you.
I'm not punishing you, though you do deserve it.
Dublin turned out to be the sleazebag I guessed he was.
He deserves justice like everybody else.
Oh, you're a cop, you have to say that. You don't really believe it.
My fingers are in my ears.
Morning.
- Hey. - What's happening?
- Nothing yet. - No kidding. Where's the money?
Trash can down there.
- There? - Yeah.
Oh, just as I thought. No one's gonna show up.
Look at this place. It's far too open for a ransom drop.
They said no police. Maybe they're stupid enough to think there's no police.
They killed a guy in the street. They have to know police are involved.
They never intended to pick up the ransom.
Well, my hunch is correct.
The kidnapping is a sham. Dublin's already dead.
- The reason for a pretend kidnapping? - That is a salient question.
But you can stop wasting your time here.
Hey, did Mrs. Dublin use real money or fake money?
- Real. - Did you look at it?
No. What would that matter now?
It doesn't matter. You know, I'm just a little curious.
What you're saying might be true and it might not be.
We still have to sit on this a while to make sure nobody shows up.
- Couple hours. - Well, that's just silly.
It's not silly, it's professional.
- Professional-schmessional. - Jane.
- Hey, it's real. - Police. Freeze.
Hands in the air. Get on your knees. Do it now. Do it now.
It's okay.
Don't move.
The director is expecting a full but concise progress report.
- How's that jacket smell? - This is a different suit.
The other one's ruined, isn't it? Hmm?
- The power of suggestion. - Okay, you know what? Bite me.
So poor Harvey Dublin, huh?
Sir, no one picked up the ransom drop.
So for that and other reasons...
we believe that the kidnapping aspect of this case is a pretense.
- Masking what? - That we can't say for sure.
We have promising leads.
- I need something to tell the media. - Tell them Harvey Dublin's dead.
I'm so glad you decided to work on this case, Mr. Jane.
Your directness is bracing.
Of course, procedurally, we're still assuming he's alive...
until we have proof positive otherwise.
- Why kill Dublin? What's the motive? - Well, two possibilities. Uh...
One, simple robbery.
The culprit was going after the diamond that Dublin always carries on him.
Diamond? What diamond?
Apparently, Dublin had a terror of falling back into poverty...
of dying in a pauper's grave like his father...
so he always carried a large diamond with him just in case.
It's kind of a touching story, isn't it?
So someone staged this abduction to steal the diamond.
- Okay. Um, where's your evidence for this? - No actual evidence.
- That's word on the street. - It's more like a theory, really.
- Word on the street. - Jane.
So you have nothing.
You said there were two possibilities?
Oh, the other reason someone would kill him is, uh...
Brixham Lake.
- Uh, wait a second. - What about Brixham Lake?
Well, it's such a complex little scandal, isn't it?
And it all goes away if Harvey Dublin is dead.
You know, I am a named codefendant in one of the Brixham Lake lawsuits.
Yes, I saw that. Very interesting. Obviously, you're innocent.
But, uh, I imagine that there's a lot of stuff that you would rather remain secret...
that will come out if the suit goes to trial.
You had ample motive.
So that's option two? Me? I'm your suspect?
Wha...? Heh. What are you playing at?
I was just wondering why you didn't tell us this guy was such a sleazebag...
and you are up to your neck in his grubby business.
- That's enough. - Yes, it is. I don't have time for this.
You shall just have to trust in my innocence, Mr. Jane.
I'm not good at trust.
I'm really trying to allow you the latitude that your rare talents deserve...
but you make it very difficult.
You two may go now.
- Hightower, stay. - Yes, sir.
What the hell was that? Are you insane?
And where did you come up with that stupid-ass diamond story?
I don't know.
I see that man, I get an urge to wind him up.
- He's the director. - I'm sorry. He amuses me.
I'm glad he entertains you...
because he's gonna fire you now, probably.
No. You guys need me too much.
I'll catch up.
Excuse me, I just wanna tell you one thing.
Excuse me?
What did you tell her?
I was complimenting her on her jacket. It's such a vivid color.
Liar.
You're gonna call me a liar?
- Oh, I hate you. I do. - Oh. Mm-mm.
And we have our best people on this thing, 24/7.
I want to extend my sympathies to the family of Peter Russo...
and please join us in our prayers for Mr. Dublin's safety.
- Questions? Briefly, please. - Yeah.
Are you looking into this being a sex-related crime?
- I mean, that alleyway is— - There's no sex angle we're aware of.
Sir, do you think there's a Brixham Lake connection here?
No, I don't think so.
But you and Dublin are involved in that case?
No, no, no, what we're thinking is it seems that Mr. Dublin was rumored...
to keep a large diamond with him on his person.
The theft of that diamond is our current line of thinking as to motive.
What kind of a diamond is it?
Uh, it's big. It's two or three carats, I think.
Why would he carry a diamond with him?
Well, that's a good question, Jeff. Uh...
Perhaps Mr. Dublin was trying to be prepared for any circumstance.
You know—
—understandable, isn't it? I mean, he had a tough child—
Can I ask just one more question?
How do you think the director is going to feel...
when he finds out you fooled him into talking complete garbage on TV?
It's not garbage. Ahem.
He'll be very angry or very happy, depending on whether I'm right or not.
Right about what? There is no diamond—
Ah. I see, a trap.
- Very clever. - Hmm.
- A trap for who? - Guess.
- Just tell me. - Guess.
You know what? Screw you.
You crossed a line already and now you're playing guessing games?
It's just that I'm not sure myself.
- I have a plan, though. - Oh, sheep-dip.
You are trying to punish me for lying.
Well, you know what? I'm sorry. Sorry. You wanted off this case, you're off.
Take a nap in your thinking room.
We'll solve this case without you, the right way.
With good, solid detective work.
So I take it you don't wanna hear my plan?
"No, I don't wanna hear your plan.
Sheep-dip your plan."
- Hi. - Hmm. Mm-hm.
Hi, ladies.
- We're looking for Sugar? - No Sugar. Just Candy.
- Oh. - You're not Sugar?
No, ma'am. Excuse me.
- Yeah, well, we kind of think you are. - Thinking's free, flaco.
- You're gonna need to come with us. - What for?
You saw what happened in that alleyway on Fremont.
- I was just playing. I didn't see nothing. - Okay, still—
- Hey. - Let me go.
Okay.
Here.
Thanks.
No problem.
I'm waiting.
Okay, I'm at the bridge, cigarette break.
Limo comes in off Fremont.
I'm about to talk business, only this pickup truck comes and blocks the limo.
I'm thinking, "Uh-oh." So I get up out of sight.
- What kind of truck? - It was a truck.
Uh, green...
or brown or blue.
Not red.
And, uh, a white guy gets out and says, "Hey."
- What did he look like? - A white guy.
He had a black hat on.
- A white guy in a black hat? - Yeah. Then he walks up to the limo.
The limo driver is like, "What are you doing here?"
Black hat don't say nothing. He just pulls out a piece and, boom...
shoots the driver three times.
And then he walks over to the limo door and drags out this big fat guy.
"Get out," he says.
He walks him to the back of the truck and makes him climb in the back.
And the fat dude's calm.
He's like, you know, "Okay, we can negotiate."
And then, boom, black hat just shoots him in the head.
And then he puts a tarp over him...
and then he jumps back into his car, and he takes off.
And that's all that happened. That was it.
Okay.
Do you recognize this guy?
Yeah, that's the fat dude.
- He was dead, you think? - Yeah, he's dead.
- So this is about ice? - Ice? What do you mean?
Well, the TV said that the fat dude had like a $10-million diamond.
Yeah, it's a theory.
Um, it's very late.
Hmm. I wouldn't intrude like this...
only we have an important lead perhaps Nadine can help us with.
Oh. Um...
- Yeah, please, of course. - Thank you.
Now, you told me that you and your father...
talked about everything together, yeah?
- Yes. - Did you ever talk about his work?
Sometimes.
- But he never mentioned a diamond. - Diamond?
It said on the news they were looking for a diamond Mr. Dublin had with him.
Ah, yeah, that's just all talk.
See? I told you.
I mean, there's a diamond, all right, so I hear, anyhow.
Dublin keeps it hidden in his false tooth.
But nobody knew, so I can't see how anybody could've been after it.
No, no, I think this is all connected to a court case.
Did your dad ever mention Brixham Lake?
- No. - You're sure?
Brixham Lake. Think hard.
What about Gale Bertram?
No.
Oh.
Well, that's disappointing. I was sure...
Oh, well. Uh...
Can't win them all.
That's it?
Believe me, uh...
I know it's hard to deal with...
but, um, you know, sometimes the bad guys just get away.
But you said you'd catch them. You guaranteed it.
Hey, Lisbon. How's the detective work doing?
- Eh, doing okay. - I'll tell you what.
Come and meet me at Nadine Russo's house...
and I'll show you something exciting.
Lisbon?
You there?
Lisbon.
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm very impressed.
Proud and impressed. You got the right answer.
No real proof, I expect. Just guessing, huh?
Heh. Kettle to pot, hello? Come in, pot.
We have a witness who saw a white male in a truck...
who seemed to recognize Pete Russo.
- Guesswork. - Do you have proof?
Relax, wait a while...
and we shall soon be taken directly to the proof you seek.
How to get up
Keith, stop.
About six months ago...
Nadine was staying out past curfew...
and drinking and smoking.
Your basic teenage stuff.
So we had a big conversation about the rules...
and things got a little heated.
- You know, as they do. - Yes.
Look, I felt that she was over-the-line rude to her mother and me...
and I slapped her.
I'm not proud of it.
But it was a tap, really. It was no big deal.
Anyway, Nadine told Pete about it.
He got mad?
Pete and I were buddies.
You know, we could've had a beer and a discussion...
and we could've worked it out.
But he comes into my house...
and I don't even have a chance to defend myself.
And he sucker-punches me and he beat me up badly...
in front of my wife and my stepdaughter.
Put his foot on my neck and he spat on me.
- In my own house. - That's not right.
And afterwards, I— It's like I'm the one to blame.
You know, Patricia insists that we make peace...
for Nadine's sake.
He does that to me, and I'm supposed to just swallow it?
Nobody would.
Oh, I thought about ways to pay him back.
I thought about it a lot.
But I knew that if I killed him...
Patricia would guess that it was me.
Unless I could make his death look like it was just...
a tragic accident.
Sugar?
- No, thank you. - Okay, there you go.
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
We're very sorry things worked out this way.
You said you'd find out who did it.
And you did.
How did you know?
Uh, well, I kind of knew from the first moment I met you and Keith.
Those little glasses with the muscles? It just didn't seem to match.
Indicated a deeply conflicted personality and a lot of anger and frustration.
Probably uses those wrist-strengthening things, right?
- Yeah. - Yeah. Um...
Never a good sign in a man over 20.
Obsessive, arrogant, painstaking, secretive, self-righteous.
I could go on.
- Yeah. - Men, huh?
Knew the whole time and kept it to yourself?
No, no. I only knew when I read the ransom demand, to be honest.
But you lied to me, so fair's fair.
Look, I promise I will never lie to you again.
I lied this one time because I'm concerned.
You're isolating yourself.
- You're pulling away from us. - Bah.
- From me and the unit, you are. - No.
You are. It's not good. What's going on?
Anybody that gets close to me, bad things happen to them.
A, that's not true.
And B, even if it were, I'm a cop. It's our job to be in harm's way.
- You're not listening to me. - We're family.
What you're doing is a kind of betrayal, a surrender, a defeat.
- You're letting Red John win. - Oh, please. Please, really?
Okay, enough. All right, no more pulling away.
- All right? Here, give me a hug. - You don't mean it. I can tell.
What do you mean? You can't tell. I don't mean it, but you can't tell.
- You're guessing. - Yes, I can tell.
- How? - I don't know.
- I can tell when you're lying. - You can't.
- I can too. - That's nonsense. You're lying.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
- I'm not lying. - You are.