The Mentalist

Hey,Tommy. - Hey.

Good morning,Mr. Jane.

You're all set. - Have a good one.

You,too. Have a good one.

Good morning,everybody.

What's so good about it?

Here,have a file.

The division's being audited again. - No problem.

Let me just put milk in this,and I'll dig in.

"No problem." What's with her? - You mean,why isn't she cynical and jaded like you?

Notice her relaxed body language,

The general sense of emotional satisfaction?

Yeah.

Someone's engaged her romantic interest.

Who? - Well,I couldn't say.

Nah,she's focused on her work,that's all.

Well,then I have to assume that the man that kissed her outside

was making an embarrassing mistake. - Hmm? What? Who kissed her?

Uh,I didn't catch his name.

Ah,it's probably that knucklehead from payroll.

He's been stalking her like a chicken.

What did this man look like? - Lisbon!

How do you stalk a chicken? - You know what I'm talking about.

"There's a very large bomb nearby"

"Are you smart enough to find it?"

Another bomb threat.

That's the third this year. - Not on my phone,it isn't.

Well,granted,they don't usually come through CBI,

But that's what the drills are for. - The text read,"are you smart enough to find it?"

I think this was directed at me. - Of course you think this is about you.

Just relax. It could be a hoax.

It could be.

Where is the bomb squad? - They're on their way now.

P.D. did an initial sweep of the building.

So far,they haven't found anything.

"Are you smart enough to find it?"

Okay,listen,if this really is about Jane,

I don't want him just... I...

Hey! Jane!

Jane,stop right there!

Minelli.

Yes,sir. - Jane!

Let me explain what happened. Jane got a text on his phone.

The text said,"a very large bomb."

A large bomb can only be transported

In a large car.

They didn't say inside CBI. They said nearby.

Ergo,the parking lot. Simple.

Exactly. They challenged you to an easy puzzle.

They want you to find the bomb. - If there is a bomb.

It could be just a hoax,like you said.

Yes sir. I'll have him back in a minute.

I'm trying,sir. A minute.

I'll have him back in a minute.

Hey! Lisbon!

Found it!

Oh,no.

Shoot it out! Shout it out with your gun!

I... I can't! There's no time! Come on!

Jane,come on,let's go!

Come on,run,Jane! Jane,run!

I mean it,come on!

Jane! Run,run!

I'm okay. You all right?

I'm okay,I'm okay. - All right.

I'm fine. I'm gonna get you... I need an ambulance now!

No,no ambulance. I just got something in my eyes.

Aah!

I can't see.

I can't see!

You're a lucky man,Mr. Jane.

This could have been much worse. - Yes,that's what people keep telling me.

But why is it I can't see,doctor?

Well,there's a moderate concussion

with some short-term memory loss,

disorientation,headache,

and of course,fleeting blindness.

It's most likely due to small floating blood clots

in the vessels around the eyes,demonstrating a C.V.I.

or cortical visual impairment.

How long will his vision be affected?

Well,it's hard to say,really.

The body's healing powers are unpredictable,

but 48 to 72 hours is the normal.

We must wait and see,so to speak.

Huh. Humor. Great.

Everybody loves a witty doctor in times of trouble.

You know,I've heard enough. Do you think you can take

this conversation outside,please? - Mr. Jane,this is temporary.

Your sight will return and you'll be back to work,

but it's gonna take time and patience. - Well,time I have,but patience I lost a while ago.

You're alive. Appreciate it. - Oh,I do. Believe me,I do.

Now if you'll excuse me,I'll check in again later.

Thank you,doctor.

Ow! I'll do worse if you don't stop mouthing off

to people who are trying to help you. - You pinched me.

How is he? - Guess what. He's a bad patient.

Who would've thought? - I'm not a bad patient. She's a bad visitor.

What'd you find out? - The victim is james medina,44,stockbroker,out of highlands.

The van wasn't his. It was reported stolen yesterday.

We're digging up everything we can on Medina.

The question is it possible

he was on some bizarre suicide mission? - No. I looked in his eyes.

That was very much a man who didn't want to be where he was.

Whoever did this wanted me

to watch james medina die in terror.

They nearly killed you,too. - Well,that wasn't the intention,though.

Well,what then? - "you're next" was written on the man's forehead.

Why?

I don't know why.

You're gonna be fine. - Yeah,probably.

We're gonna find who did this. - Good.

Oh,please don't look at each other like that.

Like what? You can't see.

I can feel. I can feel your pity.

Oh,please. Would you stop?

We'll be back.

Later,man.

Thank you,Rose.

All righty,you two.

I love you.

You be good with your auntie Rose now,okay?

You promise?

Bye.

Sweet kids.

Thank you. Jim loved them very much.

I'm sorry,Mrs. Medina,

but we have to ask you a couple questions about your husband.

He didn't seem preoccupied,trouble by anything unusual?

Preoccupied,yes,but there's nothing unusual about that.

My husband was a stockbroker,

and nowadays,that's like being a professional gambler.

What about your personal finances? - I never let jim put all our money into the stock market.

Did he ever mention any particular client being unhappy?

Do you know how much clients

have lost their money in the last six months?

A lot of people are angry,and they blame their brokers.

Jim's received hate mail,phone calls,e-mails.

Any specific threats? Did he ever mention names?

There was an ex-coworker,Terry Andrews.

He came by the house a few times. He was very threatening.

Thank you.

Terence Carter Andrews,46 years old,

worked for two years at Lynch-halstead

in the junior trader program.

Tax records indicate that he also worked as a guard

for several security companies

That cover the state capitol system.

He was a state house employee? - He worked here?

That's what it says. He also has a rap sheet on him

Domestic violence and two d.u.i.s. - This is him?

Where is he working now?

Guest relations manager at something called hype.

You,little miss fierce,can come in.

Lose the backup dancer. He's too,too butch.

Get lost,fluffy.

Are you Terence Andrews?

What do you guys want?

Do people call you Terry or Terence?

They call me Mr.Andrews.

Someone killed James Medina today. Thoughts?

Yeah.

I'd like to buy whoever did it a nice bottle of French brandy.

Flat-out hated him,huh? - Yeah. Yeah,I did.

What,do you think I had something to do with it?

Yeah,it crossed our minds. - Why don't you come downtown with us,answer a few questions?

No,I don't think so. You know why? Because I didn't do it.

Come on,man. Let's go. - Get off me!

Now you want some,too? - No,thank you.

Oh!

Okay,everybody step back. Give him some air. Fun's over.

Are you okay,Mr. Andrews?

Hey,aren't you supposed to be in the hospital?

Nope. - Yes,you are.

No,they've had enough of me. Can't say I blame 'em.

Officer Powell here was kind enough to give me a ride back.

Thank you. I guess.

Have a good one,Mr.Jane. - Yeah.

Go ahead. Talk to your boyfriend. I don't mind. - Shush.

Why are you embarrassed? - I'm not. I'm...

What the hell... - Oh,doctor's orders.

She said it was the best thing for me to do-get back to work.

She did not. She said you insulted the entire ward

And were a complete pain in the ass. - Nah. So?

So you can't do that.

Well,what was I supposed to do,

Just sit there and listen to television?

Besides,the food was terrible. - You need the rest.

I need to work. - You're blind.

No problem,honestly. My other senses are heightened.

They're super heightened. I'm like daredevil.

Now if you'll excuse me...

Okay. - Okay.

Ah. Heightened.

Where were you yesterday morning?

My shift at the club ended at 3:30.

I went back to my place,watched a little bit of TV,

Then I went to bed.

I slept till about 11:00 or so.

Anyone who can vouch for that time frame? - No. I live alone,