The Mentalist

Omar.

Hey.

Excuse me.

Muevete, idiota!

Let me go!

- What are you, blind? - I'm sorry.

Ah. You look, uh, marginally rested.

I was hoping I'd actually get to R.E.M. Sleep tonight.

Look... there's another detective here.

Maybe you can go back to bed.

That's weird. Sac P.D. called for help on this.

You two CBI?

Yeah, I'm Teresa Lisbon. This is Patrick Jane.

Sergeant Henderson. Just holding down the scene till you arrived.

I was in the neighborhood.

Two shots to the head. No purse or I.D. On the victim.

The car's registered to a Yolanda Herrera.

Any witnesses?

No, but these officers responded to an anonymous tip,

so somebody had to see something.

It's from, uh, Luxure. It's a, uh, club down the street.

She wouldn't be the first club head

I've seen done in by her dealer.

Mm. I applaud your certainty,

but I don't think it's that cut and dried.

She got the clothes right, but look at her hands.

Short nails...

Very sloppy paint job.

Maybe she was in a rush.

Doubtful. Free pass to the champagne room

requires very careful attention to detail.

You gotta be joking, huh?

I work these streets. I know a club girl when I see one.

Apparently not, because you missed a small bruise

on her left ankle. I'm guessing she turned her ankle

trying to walk in these shoes.

And her arms are very well muscled.

Lisbon, correct me if I'm wrong...

That appears to be a sports bra she's wearing.

- I don't know. Probably. - What are you getting at?

Well, your club girl here was in a disguise...

A tomboy trying to blend in.

The question is why?

And what was her game?

Is this really productive?

You knew her.

No, I didn't.

Your voice just pitched a little higher,

just like when you said you happened to be

- in the neighborhood. - Is he right?

Did you know the victim?

Of course not. That's ridiculous.

Aha! I know who this woman... This... this woman here...

Okay. I'm here.

Hey, what the hell is going on?

Yolanda Herrera is an undercover cop.

That's exactly what I was gonna say.

Yeah, big whoop for you, smart ass.

No one can know that.

It'll only make it more dangerous

for the next cop we put out there.

You're not known for your management skills, are you?

Work the case. I'll help you where I can.

But Yoli's identity must remain confidential.

And keep this circus act under control, got it?

Got it. Yeah.

Wha...

Disappointing, Lisbon.

I thought you might push back a little.

Guy called me a "circus act."

Hey. The man is grieving. You push back.

- Okay, I will. - Don't you dare.

Okay. Said that I could.

I take it back.

- All right. - Okay?

I need a little rest.

The Mentalist S04E08 "Pink Tops"

Yolanda Concepcion was her real name,

but everyone called her "Yoli."

She leaves behind a family... Husband, two young children.

She's a valuable member of my narcotics task force.

What was she doing out here tonight?

Well, she's supposed to be at the club,

getting friendly with a dealer named Omar Vega.

He's a major player here in South Sac.

We think his crew is behind

a recent rise in crime around here.

You think Vega made her cover?

Too early to tell.

But he's popped people for a lot less than being undercover cops.

Okay. We'll start at the club. Thanks.

Jane, meet me at Luxure.

What?

I can't hear you!

Still can't hear you!

Bye!

Jane!

Oh, hey, Lisbon!

Meet Vince Candide. He's our host.

He's a womanizing buffoon,

but I think you'll be amused by his presumption.

- What? - Huh?

He...

This is... he...

Have you seen this woman?

What about Omar Vega?

Who?

Omar Vega!

Sorry. I gotta go run the place.

He can't hear!

Thanks, Vince!

If Vega's here, he's over there.

Thank you.

Ah, that's more like it.

Pardon me, have you seen Omar Vega?

You're never gonna find him like that.

What do we got here?

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your attention.

My colleague over there

in her not-here-to-party clothes

is five-o.

Yeah, CBI.

She's looking for Omar Vega.

I have $500 in this pocket for whoever can point him out.

That's 500 big ones just to use your pointy finger.

And then we'll take it from there.

Thank you. Party on.

Subtle.

But effective. He's over by the bar.

You're the man no one wants to look at,

so I'm guessing you're Mr. Vega.

I like your swagger.

Well, thank you.

We're investigating a murder.

No need. I know what Yoli looks like.

I hear she got popped. Shame.

Was Yoli at the club tonight?

You know the answer to that, or you wouldn't be here.

Did you talk to her?

Yeah. Maybe.

What did you talk about?

Foolishness.

She's just another haina from the neighborhood.

Trying to get my attention.

And did she get your attention?

Did you take her outside?

No, ma'am, I did not.

I've been here all night. Please, ask around.

No need. He's telling the truth.

Mm. I've got nothing to hide.

Well, that's not entirely true.

You're hiding profound anger.

Is that right?

Mm. Mm-hmm.

The tension in your jawline gives it away.

What is it that's bothering you?

It's not a woman. I don't think you care enough.

Not global warming. What is it you covet most?

Money? No.

Respect.

This is a question of respect.

Someone disrespected you, didn't they?

How? What did they do to you?

Keep guessing, pinstripes.

- Pinstripes. - Ma'am...

Are we done?

Yes, we're done... sir.

Whew.

Interesting.

Yeah.

I like the "pinstripes."

Vega took control of South Sac in less than a year.

His competitors didn't agree to work with him...

They ended up like this.

Yeah, I could see how that could be persuasive.

No criminal record?

Vega's brutal and smart.

Always one step ahead of us.

Ran his organization like a terror cell.

Everyone knows just what they need to get the job done.

So his hands stay clean.

What was Yoli's assignment?

To find Vega's current base of operation.

It's always changing.

So we've got our work cut out for us.

Rigsby, where are we at with suspects?

None that we can find.

I got a copy of the 9-1-1 call. Tip came from a pay phone

three blocks away from the crime scene.

9-1-1, what's your emergency?

Um, yeah, there's a dead chick

on Kennon near 4th in case you're interested.

Are there cameras near that phone?

None.

Got a hit on one of the victims' missing credit cards.

A room charge was made this morning at a downtown hotel.

Take Rigsby. Yoli's cell phone was missing, too, right?

Yeah, but the carrier hasn't received a signal

since last night. Whoever took the phone

powered it down or pulled the battery.