The Mentalist

Hey.

Are you Mr. Black?

Yeah.

You scared me.

Yeah.

So...

I just...

Tell me why I'm here.

I have something I need done.

So do most women. You're gonna have to be more specific.

Right. Yes. Sorry.

Um, what I need...

I don't know quite how to put it.

Well, you're just gonna have to open your mouth

and say it out loud in full detail,

like you're talking to your priest.

You show me yours. I'll show you mine.

That's how it works.

Okay.

Here.

I want you to kill him.

How much do you charge?

We think she was killed about an hour ago.

Neighbor heard screaming, called 9-1-1.

Anybody see anything?

We've got SAC P.D. canvassing, but so far nothing--

just an average night.

Average night, average neighborhood,

average murder.

Why are we here?

Because the victim is assistant District Attorney Kelly Flower.

You worked with her.

Yeah, we all did. Kelly was good people.

Forensics found a casing. Said it was 9-mil.

Almost point-blank, judging from the stippling.

Deputy coroner said no sexual assault,

but her nightgown's ripped and tangled.

She was crawling in it.

Remodel?

Kelly's one of us. Hightower's already approved the overtime.

You know the drill.

Why is that the drill?

I mean, for everyone else,

it just looks like for your own, you try harder.

We do. It's a deterrent.

It sends out a message- -nobody gets away with killing a cop,

a Judge or a D.A.

Cho can get a list of Kelly's cases,

see who she put away that held a grudge.

It's not a deterrent. It's revenge, really.Part Down

I mean, and that's not a criticism,

'cause I'm all about revenge.

I mean, revenge can be very productive.

Productive?

Well, take Rigsby. Van Pelt breaks up with him.

Now he's in the best shape of his life.

I mean, he's hitting the gym, what, six times a week?

Look at him. He is brimming

with sexual confidence. Jane, cut it out.

Not on my account. It's fine.

See? Fine. My point- -there is nothing wrong with revenge.

Van Pelt, any damage to the windows or the back door?

No, nothing..

No sign of forced entry, so either she let him in, or..

Husband's here. He let himself in.

Oh, my God! No!

Kelly, no!

No!

No! God, no!

Tiffany wants you to call her back. Oh, thanks.

Said to tell you you're a very bad boy.

Did she?

Agent Hightower, hi. Morning.

You two know Marc Odenthal from the D.A.'s office?

Sure. Hey. Hi.

We're gonna talk with the District Attorney.

What can you tell me about Kelly's case?

We're looking at anybody who had access to the house

from work, the neighborhood, the local dog park, anywhere.

Husband?

Flower was too upset to talk last night.

Jane and I are heading over there now.

And we've got a list of past defendants.

At least four have expressed written or verbal threats.

The D.A. told me to give you this.

It includes her current cases.

Hang on. Hank Draber. The smuggler?

Smuggling drugs, conspiracy to murder.

We haven't been able to lay a glove on 'em before.

Draber's trial was supposed to start next week.

I just got Judge Hildred to grant a continuance.

It's gonna take me three months just to learn the file.

Go. Take Van Pelt.

All right.

There he is.

Mr. Draber!

What do you want?

So how are you getting along lately? Any problems?

You...

My wife is dead, and you're wasting your time on me?

Mr. Flower,

I knew your wife.

Now we're gonna find out who did this, even if it's you.

You understand?

So how were you two getting along?

We loved each other.

Everything was good.

How was the remodel? That can be stressful.

Things were good.

But that day, we fought.

That's why I went to the movies--

over her hours. It...

It was just so stupid.

She was so stressed over that Draber case, you know?

She called it her "career-maker."

That's what she said- "career-maker."

So you argued. Did it turn physical?

No. I loved her.

I would never do anything like that. Never.

Mr. Flower?

I got the tarp on the roof

in case it rains before you want me back.

Didn't mean to interrupt. I'll get out of your hair now.

Thank you.

That's our contractor Cale Sylvan.

He's, uh-- Patrick Jane.

How you doing? Good.

You're standing in the... blood.

Can I ask you a question? Uh, would you recommend

a flash hot water heater over a regular one?

I mean, I was leaning towards flash,

but they're very expensive.

Well, you know, flash will pay for itself in energy savings

pretty quick, but it depends on consumption.

Of course. That's a very good point.

Um, do you have a card? Sure.

Great.

I'll maybe give you a call. Great.

Well, thanks for your time, Mr. Flower.

Thank you.

Cale Sylvan is a dangerous psychopath,

and he killed Kelly Flower. Oh? How's that?

He had access, and he looked evil. And...

When I told him he was standing in her blood,

what was his reaction? Not horror. Not embarrassment.

No emotion at all. All right. I'll run him.

Excellent. Having prints might help, no?

You know, you guys should be more careful.

You almost got yourselves shot.

It's a good thing you look like cops.

We could take you in, but you'll lawyer up,

and we'll all waste a lot of time.

But here we can have a nice conversation, right?

Yeah. That sounds reasonable.

Fine. Kelly Flower was all set to fry your ass in court.

You were looking at 20 years, easy.

Now the trial's been postponed who knows how long.

That gives you motive for her murder.

Oh! That one's a winner.

I know it is.

Here you go. You like the lotto, huh?

None of your business. Mom. Come on.

You have pretty hair.

My mom's a little senile.

Now who'd take care of your mother

if Kelly Flower put you in jail?

You know, killing a prosecutor is- -is almost as bad

as killing a cop, right?

It's not something I want to get my hands dirty with.

I got enough problems as it is. Right, mom?

Close your mouth, muffin.

Well, Jane's right. Sylvan is a killer.

Oh! You know, it feels good to be right.

Prints brought up these I. D.S. We got Carl Sennett,

a witness in an accidental drowning in Arizona,

Cory Sampson, who lived next door

to a hit-and-run victim in Seattle,

and Chad \Sewell, wanted for questioning

about the murder of his boss, a bank executive in Reno.

We have four other deaths that Sylvan's linked to

in some other way.

He's not just a killer. He's a serial killer.

Well, saddle up. Lock and load. Do what you do.

Go--go bring him in. We can't.

Nope. What?

All we have is that Cale Sylvan liked to change his name--

not illegal--and that bad luck followed him.

We don't even have enough for a search warrant.

He'll kill again. You-- you know what he is, Lisbon.

Knowing isn't proving.

Rigsby, have Cho set up

on Sylvan's house 24-hour surveillance.

If he shows up, have Cho follow him. Maybe we'll get lucky. Okay.

This--this is ridiculous. I...

I know. I'm gonna go with Cho. Cho!

Go.

Sylvan's smart enough to know we'll be here.

He won't be coming back.

It's a waste of time.

Yep.