The Mentalist

Go, go.

Down on the floor! Get down on the floor now!

Thank you for coming.

You said you had information about Red John.

Yes, I do.

He killed your wife and daughter, huh?

I've heard a lot about you.

They say you can tell when people are lying.

Do you have information about Red John?

I have dynamite information about Red John.

Enough to catch him.

How do you come by this information?

Red John is a friend of a friend of mine.

Is that friend of yours in prison, too?

I have friends from all walks of life.

Tell me.

I am currently doing 25 years to life

for a crime I didn't commit.

My last appeal just failed.

You get me out of here, and I will give you Red John.

You raped and murdered

your family housekeeper's daughter.

If you do know a lot about me,

- you know that I'm not a real magician. - I didn't do it.

I read the case file--

The physical evidence,

the testimonies of all the witnesses,

- including your own family, says you did. - I didn't kill her.

- What happened? - I don't know.

We were partying.

I did some blow, some meth.

We had sex. I fell asleep.

Then it's morning. Undine's dead.

The cops are busting in...

The door was locked from the inside.

There were bars on the windows. Yes.

How is it physically possible

that anyone else could've committed

- the murder? - I don't know, but I didn't

ergo , someone else did.

Someone you can find.

You see me.

Am I lying?

You seem to be telling the truth,

but you're a very clever, unprincipled narcissist

in a desperate corner.

Even if you are innocent, it doesn't mean

you have information on Red John.

Yeah, it's a tough call.

I'm gonna have to say no.

Your wife-- Red John painted her toenails.

Yes. Painted them with her own blood...

The police didn't make that public, did they?

She's the only instance he did that, huh?

A touch of elegance for you alone.

How do you know that?

I told you,

Red John is a friend of a friend of mine.

What is this friend's name?

His name is "get me out of here and I'll tell you."

That and much more.

I'll sing like a bird.

Okay.

No. I said no, and I mean no.

It's not that I don't want to help you.

I want to help you.

It's just--it's not physically possible.

Jared Renfrew was tried and convicted.

It's a closed case. I have no authority

- To reopen it without cause. - There is cause.

For you, there's cause. Not for the state of California.

- We can't touch it. - Ah, but we could touch it if--

Closed case. Nothing to be done.

The justice department doesn't go about...

Undoing its own work.

I understand.

No problem.

If we can't touch it, we can't touch it.

I'm sorry.

No.

The law's the law.

My desire for revenge doesn't outweigh the rules.

I have to accept that.

I'm glad you understand.

Thanks for your time.

He's lying through his teeth, isn't he?

Yes.

Jane.

I know better than to try and stop you

- from doing what you think you have to do. - No, I-I'm fine about it.

I can see Minelli's point.

I can't be chasing every nut-bag with a good story, can I?

Yeah. Sure, you're fine with it.

Just do me the favour of listening to me for a minute,

- so I can say "I told you so" later. - Sure.

Jared Renfrew was found hugging the corpse of Undine Kopecki

in a room locked from the inside,

holding a bloody butcher knife in his hand.

His semen was inside of her.

He had been stalking her for weeks.

- He's got a history of violence going back 15 years. - What's your point?

- He's guilty. You're being conned. - Possible, but I don't think so.

I gotta find out one way or the other.

Even if he's telling the truth about the murder,

- he could still be lying about Red John. - Also possible.

But I gotta take the chance. What else can I do?

- Minelli wants me to keep a watch on you. - What are you gonna do?

I'm not gonna follow you around.

Let's compromise.

When you get into trouble, call me first

- so I can try and minimise the damage. - Deal.

And don't use your CBI card.

If the bureau finds out you used it

- without authorisation, you're done. - I hear you.

Hello?

Hi. My name's Patrick Jane.

I'd like to speak to Gardner Renfrew

about his brother Jared.

One moment, please.

Mr Renfrew says, "no, thank you."

Tell Mr Renfrew I can prove his brother is innocent,

and I know who really committed the murder.

Thank you very much.

Is that your father?

Yes.

What's this all about, Mr Jane?

Who are you, and what do you mean by this?

Do you think your brother is innocent?

You said you could prove he's innocent.

You said you know who really did it.

No. Just--that was just to get inside the house.

I've no idea who might have done it.

It might've been Jared. Um, I hope not.

He seems to be telling the truth. What do you think?

I think you had better leave right now, Mr Jane.

I don't have the--the time or the patience for tomfoolery.

- So you think he's guilty? I'm wasting my time. - We' done talking.

Suppose I could prove he was innocent.

Wouldn't you want that?

- Wouldn't you want that blot on your name expunged? - Of course he would.

Nothing would make me happier, but my brother's guilty.

He violated that poor girl. He violated this house.

- He violated this family. - That's all I needed to know.

Thank you for your time.

Your, uh, mother lives here in the guesthouse, doesn't she?

- You leave my mother alone. - Well, that's not your call to make, is it?

- Breck, call the police. - Be sure and tell 'em I'm unarmed.

Go inside, mother! Go inside!

My name's Patrick Jane.

I want to speak to you about your son Jared.

I'll deal with him, mother.

The police are on their way. Just go inside.

Don't order me about, and don't be so hysterical.

What's your interest in Jared?

I'm a friend of his, trying to prove his innocence.

Come and sit down.

Thank you.

- Mother, you're being childish. - Go away, Gardner.

- Mother! - Go away!

Tell me why you wish to prove my son's innocence.

Oh, I can promise you

I'm not up to anything sinister, ma'am.

My motives are pure.

Tell me about Jared.

He was a troubled child, charming and bright,

but a bully and a liar.

Something of a sadist.

Qualities you rather liked in him, I expect.

Yes, I did.

I found him rather amusing... At first.

One doesn't want a wimp for a son.

But there must be a sense of proportion and moderation.

As he got older, he got worse. Got in with bad people.

It was one scandal after another.

In and out of prison. A common criminal.

But he turned himself around, didn't he

He gave up the drink and the drugs

and the gallivanting,

Made peace with his brother

- and came home to help run the family businesses. - The prodigal son.

Yes.

George, his father, was overjoyed.

I was skeptical.

Pleased, of course, but skeptical.

- As my mother always said, "you are what you are." - I guess she's right.

Yes.

Poor George dropped dead a week after the murder.

Broke his heart, people said.

George didn't really have a heart, in that sense.

He died of embarrassment.

A Renfrew in the pokey for murder.

Quelle horreur.

Can you show me where it happened?

Who else was in the house?

I had a small dinner party,

Probably ten people all told.

After they left, it was just family--

Gardner and Breck, George and I

And Jared, of course.

Not Mariska the housekeeper?