The Mentalist

Previously on "The Mentalist"...

Hey, Patrick. Lorelei.

Perhaps we can see each other again.

I do what Red John tells me to do.

Accept his friendship.

It's that easy?

Sure. And you'll need to bring him a gift.

- What kind of gift? - Teresa Lisbon's dead body

would be the perfect thing.

Good luck, Teresa. Love you.

Well, the question remains, why did Jane do this?

- Orders from Red John? - I don't know what to think.

I want arrest warrants prepped for every single member

of that CBI team, dead or alive.

FBI! Nobody move!

CBI! Don't shoot! We're CBI agents!

- You're making a terrible mistake. - Get out.

Got the gift?

- Red John in there? - Mm-hmm.

Our fake deaths were a ruse to trap Red John, and it worked.

What if you and I were friends?

Imagine the life we could lead.

Go to hell.

You're gonna break down and you're gonna tell us

everything you know about Red John.

You're gonna sing like a bird.

No, lover. I won't.

Yes, you will.

Yes, you will.

We're up.

What?

We have a case.

Now?

You can't talk to her yet anyhow.

The FBI won't let you.

I'll be right there.

Hey. You can't leave your car there.

Hey, boys.

You the responding officer?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

- Officer Yannick. - What have you got?

A 9-1-1 call came in from this location. 7:33 p.m.

But uh... nobody spoke.

Door was unlocked, and, uh, this is how we found 'em.

This is Rex Lango and, uh, Callie Karlsen.

They both worked together

at the hotel convention center.

Uh, this is her place.

Mm.

- So the door was already open? - Yes, sir.

I figure the marks

and bruising on the neck indicate strangulation and, uh,

he got clubbed to death with the bottle, ah?

Yes. Nice analysis there, Yannick.

Couldn't have killed each other, could they?

Unlikely. She'd have to be conscious and active

to hit him with that bottle.

Check out the lipstick on his cheek.

Yeah, so it's your classic love triangle.

Third wheel comes in, finds these two kissing,

whacks the rival with the bubbly,

- chokes out Jezebel here. - Yeah, that's pretty much what I...

Uh, figured. Yeah.

Jane? Thoughts?

Well, the champagne's an excellent vintage.

Callie didn't have a steady boyfriend.

Uh, no spare toothbrush.

She believes... poor soul... in a benevolent universe,

and she, uh, comes from money.

- Money? She works in a hotel. - I've seen enough.

We're out of here. Let forensics do their job.

So, uh, if you need me, you know where to find me.

- Thank you, officer Yannick. - You're welcome. My pleasure.

Anytime.

What are you guys doing here?

What are you doing here?

Hey. Hey, Teresa.

What's up? You're all under suspension, aren't you?

We were told to cover your calls.

Suspension? What? Who are you guys?

FBI. Walk away.

You didn't hear? The suspensions have been lifted.

The brass made a deal.

Yeah, we heard that they were talking.

They put a lid on the whole thing.

It's business as usual. Suspension's lifted.

So you guys don't need to be here.

Look, I'm sorry for the mix-up.

Wait. Wait. You mean to tell me

that after the monumental crap storm you guys created,

they're just gonna let you walk away?

I'm stunned, frankly.

I understand.

I mean, you destroyed the career of a fine FBI agent.

You... you caused the death of your own boss.

And this one?

This one's got assault, narcotics,

and fraud charges against him.

Dismissed. Part of the deal. Phew.

How'd you get such a sweet deal?

Uh, we got a deal because, uh,

it was the FBI that messed up, not me or the CBI. The FBI.

- That's right. - That's incorrect.

- Oh, touche. - We were this close

to catching Red John before you blew it.

And even in spite of your interference,

we caught Lorelei Martins, so she's our...

She's our suspect, and we want her back.

You're not getting her.

Oh, we'll see about that.

We'll see.

"We'll see"?

Your inarticulate rage is understandable,

but it's misplaced. You should probably just calm down.

You calm yourself down. I'm not angry.

No? Your temples are pulsing

like some weird undersea creature.

If that's not anger, you should see a doctor.

Jane, stop.

Okay, I'm going. Nice to see you.

Watch this one.

He's a hothead.

I am sorry. He does that.

- I'm not angry. - I believe you.

I just think you people should be in jail,

- not out working cases. - That's right.

But we're not in jail. We're here, so keep moving.

Or else what, you're gonna make us move?

If you like.

Then go ahead. Make me move.

All right, that's enough. You're both being childish.

- You take your hands off! Get off me! - Hey! Hey!

- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. - Come on.

- Hey! - Come on!

- Get your hands off me! - Break it up!

Come on.

- Sorry. - Come on, people.

- Oh! - Come on!

I'll see you back at the office.

Guys, come on.

Stop it!

- Get off! Get off! - No! Hey!

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- Welcome back. - Thank you so much.

I could not be less happy to be back.

And, uh...

I'd like to take this opportunity

to thank you for, uh...

- fixing things. - Yes, sir. We...

You know, I thought I had, as you say,

fixed things,

and now I discover that you and your FBI counterparts

have been fighting... at a crime scene?

Sir, it was...

If I can persuade the FBI

to forget this latest incident,

you, Jane, are down to your very last chance.

A-and you are only granted this chance

because to get rid of you now would be evidence

of the scandal we are trying so hard to conceal!

Looking on the bright side,

we have Lorelei Martins.

She can lead us to Red John.

She knows who he is.

California's most notorious serial killer,

caught on your watch.

Well, that remains to be seen.

But until I negotiate an arrangement with the feds,

you cannot talk to her.

That's the deal!

I understand. But here's the thing.

The FBI can't have her.

In a half an hour, I have to stand up at a press conference

and lie to the people of California

in order to protect you,

and you are arguing with me now?!

They can't have her.

I will do my best to keep her, but you have...

I promise, uh, there'll be no more trouble from me.

I-I won't say a word at this press conference.

You're damn right you won't say a word,

- 'cause you won't be there! - Hmm.

Alexa.

Hi.

We still have a deal, right?

I'd rather eat spiders, but, yeah, we still have a deal.

Good, good.

God, you look fabulous, by the way.

Camera ready. Is... is my tie straight?

You understand, Gale, this matter doesn't end here.

You have to give us Lorelei Martins,

or there'll be consequences down the line.

Consequences for whom?

It was your agents that killed the best chance we've had yet

of catching Red John.

It was your Agent Darcy that killed Wainright.

Tragic outcome in a deadly force situation.

Agent Darcy is devastated.

She's had a nervous collapse, in fact.

Your people committed deliberate crimes.