The Mentalist

There we go. What a good baby.

What a good baby boy.

What a good baby boy.

Yes. Yes, I know.

You like that butterfly? Huh?

Huh? You like that butterfly?

I could be late again.

I'm gonna leave a check for this week

in the kitchen, okay? Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

Now you repeat after me, little man--

I will not throw food at Tina again.

Well, I tried.

Oh, don't worry. He's a good boy.

Like his father.

Here we go. Want a piece of cracker? Hey.

Yes.

I'm Agent Jurmain. This is Agent Weber.

We're gonna be your ride today.

Uh...

Come on.

Hey, rules are rules.

Hey. He's a cop. Not in front of his kid.

All right. Let's go.

Agent LaRoche.

Lisbon. Jane.

Hmm, yes. The man that watches the watchmen.

How's tricks?

You tell me.

Oh, you'll get nothing from me, copper.

I'm no rat.

My team and I will cooperate in any way we can.

We've got nothing to hide.

Just better things to do with our day.

Ah. The man of the hour.

Excuse me.

You're excused.

If I don't like what you have to say,

you could walk out of this room charged with murder.

Do you understand that?

Yes.

Very well.

Let's begin with your arrival

in Carson Springs a week ago.

I got the call around 3:00 in the morning.

It was a shooting death on the edge of town.

I arrived about 5:00 a.m.

Jane and Lisbon were around 20 minutes behind.

What have we got?

Victim's name is Andy Huff.

Found three shotgun shells over there.

Nice ride.

It's perfectly restored except for the pellet holes.

Does he live nearby?

He lives downtown.

He's a barber. Owns his own shop.

It's a strange place to stop.

Yeah, the local P.D.

says the city has a pretty big drug trade.

Couple big gangs run it.

The Overtons and the, uh...

Low-Riders have the town split in two.

Doesn't look like a gang member.

He's got no record, either.

Customer maybe? Drug deal gone wrong?

We should ask the other guy.

The other guy?

What other guy?

A towel's missing.

Our towel thief.

Another victim, or it's the shooter?

Beats me.

We've got a wounded man who's left the scene.

Alert the local hospitals

to be on the lookout for a gunshot victim.

The attack was hours ago.

Whoever it was could be miles from here.

Wounded people, they don't want to run.

They, uh, want to hide.

This is the California Bureau of Investigation!

We know you're in there!

Go away!

I got a gun, and I will shoot!

Uh, I'm gonna be back here.

I'm coming in!

Rigsby!

Throw out your weapon. Now!

You go straight to hell.

Dad.

What the hell did you do, Dad?

Hello to you, too, son.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

We have dealt with your father before.

Last time, I felt that you weren't being honest with me.

Your father is a criminal. A violent felon.

Smuggling. Narcotics. Manslaughter.

Yes. One time sergeant-at-arms

of the Iron Gods motorcycle gang. Yes.

Served time in Lompoc, San Quentin...

Pelican Bay. Yes.

Did you know that he was living

in the Carson Springs area?

I heard he'd moved. Didn't know where.

Had your relationship with your father changed?

What relationship?

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

How is he?

He's stabilized.

We put four units of blood in him.

He's got a couple dozen shotgun pellets in him.

Most of them shouldn't be a problem

unless he walks through a metal detector.

Most of them?

There's a pellet close to his heart,

lodged in his pericardium.

There's a chance it could fall out.

If it does, it could cause cardiac arrest or a stroke.

Well, can you get to it?

Open-heart surgery is too great a risk,

especially in his condition.

Hopefully, scar tissue will cover it,

and he'll be fine.

Is there anything that can help?

Quiet life, low heart rate.

He should invest in a good easy chair.

Avoid excitement.

Smoking. Drinking. Hard living.

Great.

Uh, can I ask him a few questions?

Yeah. Both of us.

How do you feel?

Well, they got some high-grade dope here.

I'm fine as may wine.

Good. That's great.

You know, you should have seen the look on your face

when you found me in that shack.

Looked scared as hell.

Yeah, well, I was.

I am.

You nearly died.

Mnh-mnh.

Not me. I'm going when I say I go.

What happened, Dad?

Nothing.

Forget about it. Ain't no big deal.

So tell me. Boy or girl?

How'd you know?

Well, I ain't that far out of the loop.

Cousin Katie.

She told me you were expecting.

His name's Ben.

Is this little Ben's mama over here?

She's purty.

No. This, uh, this is my boss.

I'm Agent Lisbon.

Why don't you tell us what happened, Mr. Rigsby?

I gotta tell you,

I could not work for a beautiful woman like you.

It's way too distracting.

You dating anyone right now, honey?

Both you and the victim were hit with shotgun pellets.

Your pistol hadn't been fired,

so you're not a suspect right now.

You can tell us what happened.

Years ago, I'd have probably been too much for you.

Hell, I'd have broke you.

Now, the circumstances,

I bet we move just about the same speed.

Dad, this is serious. You've been shot.

You need to understand there's no more time for--

You need to understand that I don't need you

or any other government bitch fixing my problems for me.

What about Andy Huff?

He's dead.

Well, then he doesn't need anything.

The vic's business partner should be at CBI by now.

We can talk to her, try to get some leads.

- Rigsby. - Yeah?

Jane and I are gonna go talk to the barber.

You're not working this case.

Please, boss, I gotta do something.

You can stay here or you can go home.

No way. I'm not staying here.

I didn't give you a choice.

It's okay.

Go home. See your kid.

Okay.

We just want to find whoever it is that killed him,

Ms. Stewart.

People call me Stew.

Like that matters right now. Call me whatever.

Sorry. This is a lot to take in.

Where did you meet the victim?

Yeah.

We grew up in Carson Springs.

We managed to stay out of the gangs and the drugs.

That put us in the minority.

It's a rough town.

Oh, you have no idea.