The Mentalist

Previously on "The Mentalist"...

Ten years ago, the serial killer known as Red John

killed my wife and daughter.

We've been hunting for him ever since.

We call ourselves the Blake association.

Well, who else is in the association?

Cops, judges, F.B.I. agents--

anyone in law enforcement that needs a secret covered up.

A secret society of dirty cops.

And Red John's a member.

Kira Tinsley told me something before she passed.

She told me that her killer-- Red John--

has a tattoo--

three dots on his left arm.

So who's Red John?

Today we're pleased to announce

that we--we finally have a name, a face.

The director of the division of law enforcement,

Gail Bertram, is Red John.

I am holding in my hand a writ

from a federal judge.

The F.B.I. is closing down your organization right now.

We're done. There's nothing more to do here.

You're not quitting. I don't believe it.

It's out of our hands for now.

I'll be in touch. Okay?

I'm sorry. For everything.

(Elevator bell dings, doors open)

Lisbon.

Glad you can join us.

Traffic. Hmm. Where's Jane?

He'll be in to see you as soon as he's able.

This way.

Please, take a seat.

Boy, this is a mess, huh?

A big mess.

Look, I think we all-- you can talk later.

Now I understand...

You must all feel scared,

nervous.

Don't know what in the hell is gonna happen next, right?

Agent-- So let me explain what's next.

Over the next few days,

we will be talking to each of you...

individually.

You are entitled to bring along an attorney

or a union rep, should you so choose.

Why would we need an attorney?

Well, let's look at this from our perspective, Kimball.

Your boss Bertram is a criminal.

Makes sense that you might be one, too.

We will be looking very closely at all of you.

If you have ever done anything

even remotely questionable,

we will find out,

and we will prosecute.

Unless, of course,

we feel very, very comfortable with your cooperation.

Then you got a little wiggle room.

(Vehicles passing, horn blares in distance)

The F.B.I. is overseeing

an international manhunt

for prominent Sacramento law enforcement official

Gail Bertram.

F.B.I. sources confirm that Bertram

is believed to be the notorious serial killer Red John,

wanted for a string of grisly murders

across the California heartland.

(Remote clatters, vehicle door closes)

Hey, man.

How's it going?

Do you have a pay phone?

It's right back there.

Thank you.

Hey, Ali, how you doing? Uh, give me a pick 6...

And one of those pineapple cheroots.

Pick 6. Cheroot.

Hello?

Hello, Patrick.

I don't have to use a funny voice, do I?

You know who this is.

Yes, I do.

It's weird, huh?

'Cause the last time we--

Put your hands up--

Hello?

Hello? Thanks.

No problem.

Hello? Bertram? Hello?

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Clear, sir.

No kidding.

Where is he?

If you're asking about Jane, I don't know.

Hmm. Did you check upstairs?

Yeah.

You know, maybe you haven't heard.

About an hour ago, Gail Bertram

killed a cop at a gas station in east Sac.

I heard.

Did you hear what Bertram was doing at the gas station?

No.

Using a pay phone.

Guess who he was calling.

I'm gonna guess Jane.

Ahh. Yeah. So where is he?

I don't know.

I think you do.

I can't help what you think.

I think your boyfriend is colluding

with a dangerous fugitive.

I think he is up to his neck

in this Blake association craziness,

and probably you are, too.

I'm not. He's not.

Jane can't help who calls him,

and he's not my boyfriend.

It's a damn shame, Teresa.

By all accounts...

you were a good cop.

I still am.

Hey, boss!

Rigsby?

Is it safe?

Yeah. What are you doing?

We heard about what Bertram did this morning.

We heard the F.B.I. were looking for us.

So what now? You're hiding in the parking lot?

No. No, we're not hiding. We're just... laying low.

Well, we're safe for now. There's no arrest warrant

that's put out for us just yet.

Give 'em time.

Where's Jane?

Don't ask.

She just did.

Listen to me.

The C.B.I. is gone now.

We're on our own. You need to protect yourselves.

You don't know where Jane is, you don't know what he's doing,

and you don't want to know, you understand?

Yes, boss.

Yes, boss. Yes, boss.

All right then.

But I am not your boss anymore. That's the point.

We're on our own.

Yeah, we get it.

So where is he?

Hey.

Hey.

You're a wanted man.

Well, I like to think so.

Seriously. Abbott put an actual warrant out on you.

Eh. It's not the first time.

So you gonna tell me, or what?

Oh, yeah. Uh... Bertram called me.

I know. Mm.

What did he say?

Well, whatever he wanted to say, he didn't have time.

Why the hell is he still here?

What does he want?

I'm guessing he'll call back soon and tell me.

Your phone's not safe. The F.B.I.--

Yeah, they have a tap on the line.

But they don't have a trace yet.

If they had a trace, then I'd be arrested already.

Maybe so, but sooner or later, they'll get a trace on you.

I know.

But I can't get rid of my phone until Bertram calls.

It's all very suspenseful.

What does he want? Who?

Bertram. We'll see.

Now you're being evasive.

What beady little eyes birds have.

Tiny dinosaurs, you know?

I know.

I know you know what he wants.

What does he want?

Hello? Oh, sorry I had to hang up on you.

It's been a busy day.

Yeah, no problem. You know, this phone is not safe.

Let me call you back in a moment.

Yeah.

What'd he say?