The Mentalist

Hello.

Hey, boy wonder. Guess what I'm holding in my hand.

Danny?

The one and only.

So how you doing?

Good. I'm good.

It's been a long time.

How are you?

Yeah. Good. Good.

Listen, I, uh...

I need your help.

Where are you?

Units responding to the 187

at the K-Ram building, proceed with caution.

(Indistinct police radio chatter)

This is unit 1. We're moving in.

Freeze! Drop it! Drop the weapon!

Turn around.

Hey, guys.

It's not what it looks like.

No, no, no, no. Y-you're going about it all wrong, Detective.

Y-you're coming straight out of the gate with bad cop.

I mean, you do a good bad cop. You are intimidating.

I'm not gonna-- I'm not gonna lie to you,

but let's bring good cop out.

That's a-a nicer, more pleasant--

we build a rapport. You-- maybe you say something like,

"are you thirsty?" And I say, "I'd love a cup of tea."

Here's another fine mess, eh?

They really found Jane holding the murder weapon?

Yes, they did. Hightower twisted some arms at SAC P.D.

It's a joint investigation.

We share the sandbox, but CBI is taking the lead.

I don't know why you're smiling.

Well, it's a new angle at least, right?

I mean, he's never been a murder suspect before.

We got an I.D. On the victim. Landon Wale, 45.

He's some real estate mogul from San Francisco. What was he doing in Sacramento?

Well, office is a financial brokerage--

K-Ram investments, inc.

Van Pelt's trying to locate the owner.

What's Jane say he was doing?

I-I was taking a walk, and--to get some air--

and when I came by here, I heard a shot,

so, uh, I came to see if I could help,

and that's when I discovered this man

lying here with the blood and--and no pulse.

He had the gun in his hand.

Yes, I confess, I-I picked it up.

I'm not good with forensics.

No, I can vouch for that. He is, uh, terrible.

You heard a gunshot and ran in to help?

Yes, I did. I'm no hero.

I just did what any person would do in that situation.

No one is calling you a hero. Really? Good.

Detective, how'd your guys catch this? 9-1-1?

Yeah. Uh, an anonymous call,

said a man was murdered at this location. Did you make that call, Jane?

No. Why would I do that?

Hang on, boss.

This was stuck in his pocket.

Looks like a ruby.

A pretty nice one.

Cool.

Yeah, great.

Detective, could you uncuff this one now, please?

He's still a suspect.

And he is not gonna leave town.

Release him into my custody.

You know he's not good for it. Zero connection to the victim.

Nada. Niente.

Zip. Naught.

I could go on.

I am reaching out to you, Detective. I know this man,

and I know he's telling the truth about what happened.

The truth. Now.

Beg your pardon?

Talk, or I will give you back to Detective Reece. Seriously.

My wife's brother called me and asked for my help.

He gave me this address, and when I got here,

I found the dead guy. I guess he called the police on me.

Your wife has a brother?

Yeah. Danny Ruskin.

Okay. Why'd he call the cops? Force my involvement.

Why? Well, either he didn't kill Landon Wale,

and he wants me to help him catch the real killer,

or he did kill Landon Wale, and he wants me

to help him elude justice. And you would do that for him?

That's a very good question.

You know if the County Fair's in town?

Mrs. Wale, what was your husband's connection

to K-Ram Investments?

Where you found him?

I've never heard of it before today.

Me, neither,

and my brother and I were business partners.

Real estate.

Landon was a good man. Why would someone want to hurt him?

We'll let you know.

And we understand that Heather Rade is here?

Lan's assistant? Upstairs.

Heather!

Concetta, honey...

People are bringing lots of food.

You don't need to do this. No, I do. I need to keep busy.

I can't believe this is happening.

Yes, Melanie?

Oh. The police?

Yes, ma'am. Did Mr. Wale ever speak to you about

a brokerage in Sacramento called K-Ram Investments?

Sacramento? Landon has a money guy here.

Sorry, no.

Mrs. Wale, did your husband ever wear jewelry?

No.

We, uh, found this on him.

It's a Ruby. Half-carat.

Oh, my God. It's gone.

Why would Landon take it?

Landon gave me the statue of Aphrodite

on our honeymoon. You know, Aphrodite, the--

the greek goddess of love and sexuality. Yes, ma'am.

It had rubies along the base.

I have a photo of it for insurance purposes here.

How valuable is it? It was worth over $200,000.

Well, you should file a claim. Looks like the killer took it.

Jane.

Yeah. Okay. Thank you.

Jane? County fair starts Saturday.

So Danny'll be there? Well, no. He's not that simple,

but someone there will know where he is. He's a Carny like you used to be?

Uh, Carny is a very broad term, Lisbon.

Uh, Danny's more showbiz, but it's--it's been a while.

Before last night,

when was the last time you talked to him?

When I called him to tell him what Red John had done.

Boss? K-Ram Investments doesn't exist.

It's not registered on any stock exchange.

It's not even a real company. Who owns it?

A holding company signed the lease.

I tracked that through three other outfits

to get to a Daniel Ruskin.

Daniel Ruskin. He got a sheet? Long one.

Got hooked for larceny, passing bad checks.

Nothing violent.

Then was popped for fraud two years ago in Toronto.

He's a con man, basically. Oh. Show business, eh?

Well, confidence game, showbiz--it's a thin line.

So maybe the victim was a mark in one of Danny's cons.

Vic finds out. They fight.

Danny kills him and steals the statuette.

Possible. Danny is usually smoother than that.

Right. Very smooth, the way he forced you onto this case.

It's clever. You're a pawn in his game.

I'm not a pawn. He...

Yeah? What?

Oh, you're very good. You almost got me talking.

All right. What are you keeping from me? Nothing. He's family. That's all.

Van Pelt.

Complicated, right? Boss, it's Detective Reece for you. They got a call...

It's for you. To Jane's phone from the K-Ram offices.

He's on his way over. Stall him.

Stall him?

(Indistinct conversations, hammering in distance)

I didn't know your wife was from this world, too.

Oh, yeah.

Her grandparents were your wife Carny royalty.His world, too.

They ran big metal--

Ferris wheels, ghost trains.

They ran 'em all across the midwest,

but, uh, my wife-- she, uh...

She didn't want to have any part of it.

Why?

Well... (Sighs) Carnies are good people, but, uh, you know,

you're either with the show or you're not.

There's--there's nowhere in the middle.

And if you're not with the show,

then you're a mark. You're a sucker.

And she didn't like that.

You're not gonna need the badge.

They're gonna tell you're a cop without it.

Actually, people very rarely guess I'm a cop.

Oh, yeah. Let me do the talking. When it's advisable.

And don't mention Danny until I do. I'll be the judge of that.

Hey! No trespassing.

Fair's not open yet. Scram.

Or else what?

Or else I'll give you a good whupping. That's what else.

Uh, how about this, Pete?

If you can catch me, then I will marry

that damn ugly sister of yours.

Patrick Jane. Son of a bitch.

Oh, man!

I heard you were police.

I didn't believe it,

but here you are with a real, live cop.

This is my good friend Teresa.

Doesn't bite.

If you're okay with Jane, I guess you're okay with me.