The Mentalist

Jane?

Hi, Lisbon.

What are you doing?

Uh, just working.

Okay, well, out here in the real world,

we have a case. We have to go.

Yeah. Okay.

Uh...

Let's go.

You think you're so mysterious.

I know what you're doing in there.

Oh, really? What?

You're making a list,

trying to figure out who it is that you've met that's Red John.

Not just met, shaken hands with.

How many people are on that list, anyway?

A lot.

Got a male shooting victim. Looks to be early 20s.

Happened about an hour ago. No I.D.

Who called it in?

Bartender. We're getting a statement.

What do the witnesses have to say?

Uh, not sure. Cho's talking to them.

Has the coroner taken a look at him yet?

Yeah, he's on his way.

What... what's that on his face?

What? Oh, boy.

Happy anniversary!

What's goin' on?

Come in, everybody!

Ladies and gentlemen,

ten years ago, Teresa Lisbon

left the San Francisco Police Department

to join the California Bureau of Investigation.

Today she is without doubt

the rootinest, tootinest, sharp-shootinest cop

in the whole state of California.

Happy anniversary, boss.

Hear, hear. Whoo!

If we could start the music, please?

I had no idea. Let's party!

Congratulations, Lisbon.

Thank you, Ron.

Why did you do this?

It was Rigsby's idea.

Yeah?

Is he taking his clothes off?

He is.

Oh, my God. Uh-oh. Yeah.

Congratulations.

Thank you, Ray.

Haffner. Good to see you.

You know, I really enjoyed when we worked together.

We should do it again sometime.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

You mean when you almost got me fired?

Yeah, that was a lot of fun.

Hey, um, can we grab lunch?

There's just something I wanna discuss with you.

Yeah, sure.

All right. I'll call you. Jane.

How come he doesn't like me?

You got lunch here, you got...

Oh, look out.

What?

Okay, that's enough. Shoo. Okay?

It was fun. But not my butt.

That was the office. Homicide out in Placer County.

The team that was supposed to cover for us today

can't make it out there.

Well, I don't think we can drag Lisbon away from this.

Can't we cover it, Cho? Yeah. Yeah, we can.

Okay. Where did you find that guy?

That was fun. But we're done, okay?

Oh, yeah. Those are nice moves.

CBI. I'm Agent Cho, this is Patrick Jane.

Rick Anaya. Chief here in Elliston.

Good to meet you. This way.

The bodies were found in a secret basement

under the barn floor.

And what's with the secret basement?

Yeah, probably built in the '20s

to hide booze during prohibition.

My dad, who was chief before me,

said there used to be stills all through these parts.

Kids were playing in the barn,

found a trap door, went in, found some bones.

If you boys are still in town for dinner,

Ella's Diner on Allen street--

best damn chili in town.

What's the coroner say?

Well, right now he's guessing they died 20, 25 years ago.

Whoa. He confirms three bodies in all.

What is it?

Uh, looks like a shotgun pellet.

Yeah, we found some of those under the bones.

Figured they fell out the body as they decomposed.

No shell casings in here, though.

Must have shot them somewhere else,

brought the bodies here.

Anything else? Yeah, a couple of things.

High school class ring. Guess it fell off one of them.

We'll check that out. Is that it?

No, this .38.

And one round's been fired.

Not in here, as far as we can tell.

You see that wire?

On the wrist?

See, I'm guessing at least two of the victims

were tied up with it.

This is very depressing.

I'm gonna wait outside.

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The Red John symbol was on the side of the barn?

That's weird. Yeah.

Must have been there 15, 20 years.

Wonder what it means. What did Jane say?

Nothing. Wouldn't talk about it.

Okay. (Sighs) Everybody feel as bad as I do?

Not if you feel like you look.

I feel fine.

What time did you get back to the party last night?

A little past 10:00. Not that you noticed.

Yeah. That, uh, Tequila was a killer. (Pills rattle)

Did I, uh... (Closes drawer) Do anything embarrassing?

Yes. Really? What?

Good morning. Thank you for the party.

It was very thoughtful. You're welcome.

But I am never gonna forgive you for that stripper.

Where are we with the three victims?

Coroner says they probably died 25 years ago, so 1988.

Talked to the ring manufacturer.

They traced it back to a Lester Bradovich

who went to a high school in Dixon.

Checking him out now.

The gun that was found near the bodies isn't registered.

No sign of the bullet that was fired, either.

But I've got techs sweeping the area around the barn.

Nice work. Let me know what you find.

She was kidding, right?

About never forgiving? Nope.

How was the rest of the party?

Torture. That can never, ever happen again.

Ten years, huh?

More, actually.

Every year with you counts as two.

Ah. Are those from the crime scene?

Yes.

This can't be a coincidence, can it?

There's no such thing.

These murders happened ten years before Red John was even active.

A shotgun was never his weapon of choice.

True.

Well, what happened? How'd it get there?

Hmm.

They're excellent questions. You know where to find me.

Got a hit on Lester Bradovich.

He had a couple of arrests in the mid-'80s.

Small stuff. Possession, drunk and disorderly.

No record of him after 1987.

Family? A brother in town,

but here's the weird thing--

nobody ever filed a missing persons report on him.

That's odd. You and Rigsby go

and see what the brother has to say.

All right.

So what did I do last night? Come on. I'm dying here.

You got up on the table and sang "Bohemian Rhapsody."

Oh. I do a pretty good Freddie Mercury.

That's not so embarrassing.

Maybe not for you.

Gordon Bradovich?

Yeah?

We need to talk to you about your brother Lester.

Lester? Are you serious?

You're--you're positive it's Lester?

We're waiting for final confirmation from the coroner,

but we're pretty sure, yeah.

This is just unreal.

When was your last contact with your brother?

Oh, God, uh, sometime in the late '80s.

So you haven't seen him in almost 25 years,

but you never reported him missing. Why is that?

We didn't think he was missing.

I don't understand.

Lester had been in a lot of trouble.

Drugs and scrapes with the law, and...

then, uh, when he was about 24,

he--he joined with this, uh, this group.

A little weird, but, uh, very strict, very disciplined.

Seemed to straighten him out.

He, uh, he got calmer, stopped getting into trouble.

And what does that have to do with his disappearance?

Well, after about a year with them,

he, uh, he came to my dad and me,

and he said that he had to break off all contact

with his biological family.

Yeah. His group said that this was the only way

his true identity could emerge.

We were pretty hurt.