The Mentalist

Did you see anything suspicious?

You're wasting time with me.

You should be looking for those hooligans

he had hanging around.

Mr. Liu. He owns the building

that has the import/export business on the first floor.

Patrick Jane.

I rented him the upstairs because he seemed reliable.

But he wasn't. You find those kids.

I don't need these kind of problems.

What are you so scared about?

Scared about losing money, that's what.

Mm.

I need to get back to work.

Me, too.

Morning, Lisbon.

What do we have here?

Somebody named Theissens.

He doesn't have a wallet on him, but I'm not thinking robbery.

Looks like a puritan tailor shop.

Helpful. That's it?

That's all you're gonna say?

Till I think of something useful to say, yes.

No murder weapon,

but there was this... in his mouth.

In his mouth?

This is definitely not a robbery.

Crime of passion?

Or a message.

Let's keep the feather out of any public statements.

It could be useful identifying the killer.

A feather?

Now we're getting somewhere.

Find out where this came from.

Came from his mouth.

Yes, uh, before it was in his... mouth.

Maybe the killer brought it in? Or the killers?

Could be this is gang-related.

A golden feather?

It's a little camp for gangsters, don't you think?

I think it has something to do with dresses.

Dresses...

Hmm, interesting.

Ah, secret room.

Ooh-la-la!

Et voila!

The murder weapon.

So Wyck Theissens was a clothing designer in New York and Paris.

Real high-end stuff. Cutting edge. Very successful.

Then about three years ago, it all went bad.

Bad how?

Bad like this.

You're... you're not taping this, are you?

No. We're just warming up.

Uh, the fashion world is...

Yeah, uh, the fashion world

is pond scum and monsters. That's all it is. They're...

It's crawling lickspittle pond scum like you, and...

warty, great monsters like Guy Duval.

Who's Duval?

He's a French CEO of a luxury goods conglomerate.

Holdings are mostly jewelry, watches, perfume, fashion.

He was backing Theissens' clothing line, but obviously,

he fired him after that video came out.

And I'm part of it all.

Look at me.

What an ugly creep I am.

That's about two years ago.

Theissens had some kind of breakdown and disappeared.

What was he doing here?

Not much, according to the paperwork

I got from the loft.

Cobbled together bits of tailoring

for clothing shops around town. That's it.

Well, what about the stuff Jane found?

I don't know, boss.

The materials for these dresses alone comes to $250,000.

- Really? - Yeah.

Cashmere? Watered silk? Vicuña?

You know what this stuff prices out per yard?

What about the murder weapon? We get prints?

Yeah, but nothing that matches anything

in the criminal database or DMV.

Look into Theissens' financials,

- see if you can find anything. - Yeah, you got it.

What?

Fashion? Really?

Come on. Beautiful women in nice clothes?

What's not to like?

Who would wanna murder a washed-up fashion designer?

Hmm.

Why would a washed-up fashion designer

hide a quarter-million dollars in couture dresses

in a loft in Oakland?

Boss, uh, one of the cops from the crime scene just called in.

Some kids just showed up at the loft,

said they used to work for Theissens.

- Have the cops bring them in. - Will do.

No, no, no. Let's go to them.

Seeing them in their own element will be far more revealing.

You just like the loft.

I do. It's very nice.

I have to be back here right after lunch.

- Oh? - Management meeting.

Oh, that Wainwright has too much time on his hands.

Agent Wainwright? Patrick Jane.

Hi, yeah. I just wanted to let you know

that agent Lisbon is needed urgently in the field,

and as important as your seminar is,

she's not gonna be able to attend.

Okay. Thank you. Bye-bye.

He said it's fine.

See? Simple as that.

Mm. Thanks.

Did it ever occur to you that I might actually

want to go to the meeting?

No, it didn't. Do you?

No. But it's the principle.

Sorry about that.

Now you were saying?

I wanted to let you know as a professional courtesy

I'm still working the Panzer murder.

The San Joaquin killer case was solved.

James Panzer was killed by Tom Maier,

the father of the first victim.

I'm not certain about that.

Well, there was conclusive evidence.

There was the murder weapon,

Panzer's blood on Maier's clothing,

not to mention the confession Maier wrote

before killing himself.

Right. Odd, don't you think?

I mean, why would he go to such lengths

to make it look like Red John was the killer?

It doesn't make any sense.

And why would he send CBI a video of me?

Who can fathom the mind of a desperate man?

I'm gonna need all

the department files on Red John.

Of course.

Yeah, what--whatever the bureau needs,

we are always happy to be of assistance.

Where were you three last night?

Jail.

Why?

We were at the demonstration downtown.

Cops said we had to clear the Plaza,

then just arrested everybody.

We didn't get out until about an hour ago.

What's your connection to Wyck Theissens?

We were working with him on his next collection.

He found us at the fashion institute.

He wanted to work with people

that were not yet tainted by the industry.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

I mean, he'd been screwed over once before.

Wasn't gonna make that mistake again.

Everybody wanted to know what he was doing--

calling, nosing around.

That--that's why he built the secret room?

So no one could see the clothes?

Where'd the money come from for all this?

We made dresses for the guy downstairs

for him to send back to Asia.

Knockoffs of haute couture.

Mr. Liu? With the import/export business?

Yeah. It--it was good training.

Sure. Okay. Any idea why Mr. Liu

would name you three as the most likely suspects?

No.

He's just pissed 'cause we weren't gonna

make any more knockoffs for him.

Yeah, once the collection was finished,

Wyck told him that we were done.

And when were you gonna show this, um, collection?

Next week.

Everyone in the fashion world was coming out for it.

And Theissens was okay with that?

He didn't have any bad feelings?

He made his peace with the business aspects, you know?

Said it was a necessary evil.

Said if you wanna get your vision to the world,

you gotta work with the devil.

Even Guy Duval.

What about Guy Duval?

He's this big corporate fashion guy.

And, um, two nights ago,

after this dinner at a hotel in San Francisco,

Wyck and him were, like, hugely arguing.

- Hey, boss. What's up? - I need you to talk to Liu

about paying Theissens to knock off couture dresses

for the Asian market.

Liu? He's not there?

I'm just leaving his warehouse now,

and his employees said

that he went to speak to you at the CBI.

Well, somebody's lying. He's not here.

All right. We need to find Liu.

We're headed to talk to Duval now. Keep in touch.

Okay. Will do.