The Mentalist

Hey, you're early.

Agent van pelt reporting for the night shift, marshal Gorman.

At ease, Grace. It's Witness Protection.

We're not invading Afghanistan.

Yeah, I know, but you know what the rules say. Thanks.

Anything I should know?

The marshals service got an anonymous tip.

Somebody might be trying to make a play on Justin.

Something to it, you think?

There's always a threat, Grace. That's how we gotta behave.

That's how we keep our guys alive.

Hey, Grace. I thought that was you.

Um... I made this picture for you.

It's beautiful. Thank you, Trina.

I love those dogs.

Those are horses, Vic. Honestly.

Where's your dad?

Practicing his testimony with Ms. Weymouth.

Let me tell ya, he's in a wicked good mood tonight.

Hey, Grace. Hi.

Oh, welcome back, big Red.

Focus, Justin.

Mr. DeGeorge, a year ago you witnessed someone

shoot Tanya Matthews in the head.

Could you please point out the man who pulled the trigger?

Right there. Adrian Essex.

You are a money manager, correct,

and Mr. Essex was your client? Yes, he was.

Six months ago, you were arrested for tax fraud,

weren't you, Mr. DeGeorge,

but the state offered you a deal?

Yes. In exchange for my testimony against Essex,

I don't go to jail.

Plus, my daughter and I get Witness Protection.

Plus, we get to go over the same thrilling questions

every single night.

All right. We're done for the night.

Mm. Me, too.

I'm off to watch the game and kiss my dog.

Don't forget... perimeter sweep, one hour.

Agent van pelt, the night shift is officially yours. Mm.

Dispatch here. Go ahead.

This is agent van pelt. I need immediate assistance.

245 in progress at my current location.

10-4...

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Justin?

Trina?

***

Trina?

Anything on the girl? Not yet.

We looking at a kidnapping? That or she just ran off.

Where's the mother? Died last year.

It was just Trina and her dad.

All right. Put out an Amber alert and a B.O.L.O.

Already did. I've set up a perimeter and notified C.H.P.

Good, and one more thing... Get that treated now.

That's an order.

We've got ten guys here,

five more on their way. All right. Get going.

Okay. You guys head that way.

That's...

That's it.

Table.

Barbecue.

Jane?

Horribly cold night tonight, Lisbon.

Do me a favor, would you?

- Would you shine your flashlight up into those treetops? - Why?

Because I like the effect,

the way the light plays on the leaves.

The girl Trina who made these drawings...

They're all from an aerial perspective,

so my guess is, she has a spot up high where she works,

a place where she feels safe

and can hide.

If she wasn't kidnapped.

Kidnapping. Meh.

The man who'd pay her ransom

is lying in a pool of his own blood.

What do you know, huh?

I wonder why you doubt me, Lisbon.

Trina, are you there?

Sweetie, it's all right.

We're with the CBI.

I know it sounds made up, but we have a web site and everything.

It's all right, Trina.

Just tell us what happened from the start.

I know it's hard, but we really need your help.

She can't do it, Lisbon.

She can't remember what happened.

Isn't that right, Trina?

It's all just mixed up.

Has anyone seen my dad?

Trina?

Aunt Jodie! Ohh.

It's okay, baby. It's okay. Shh.

Hey. Bet you have a bad headache.

Yeah.

Well, that's gonna be a cool scar, though. There is that.

Van pelt, you okay? And Trina?

I'm fine. They took Trina to the hospital.

Damn it! I can't believe this.

This where the son of a bitch got in?

Well, it's gotta be, right? The dead bolt's unlocked.

Unless Trina unlocked it when she ran out.

She couldn't have.

The lock needs a key to get in or out... this key.

Did you forget to lock it, Grace? Hold on, Nicki.

Agent van pelt, when you did your perimeter sweep,

did you lock that door?

I-I was starting to when I heard a noise in the woods,

and I just... I think...

I don't know.

I can't remember if I locked it.

Okay. Damage control. The guy you're looking for

is Adrian Essex... Major drug trafficker.

We had an airtight murder case. Victim was our main witness.

Essex will walk.

Well, that's a good motive. We'll check it out.

Oh, there you are. I found a fascinating clue. Ta-da!

A matchbook.

Yes. The victim collected them for some ungodly reason.

The question I have for you is why is this matchbook all alone

and not in the bowl with the rest of the collection?

Maybe Justin smoked.

No ashtray. No cigarettes. No fumes of tobacco. I'm leaving.

Wait! Don't touch that! Forensics hasn't bagged it yet.

Did you know Nevada is both the marriage

and divorce capital of the nation?

- They should put that on the license plate. - Yeah.

Where were you last night at 10:00 P.M.?

Your mother gave me a booty call.

Always happy to oblige the old girl.

She's not your type. So you don't have an alibi then?

I gotta take a leak. This stuff goes right through me.

DeGeorge isn't the first witness against you to turn up dead.

Two years ago, the Leland murder trial? How do you do that?

Maybe you got someone feeding you information.

Just a lucky break. The guy mixed with a bad set of people.

You do that, bad stuff happens.

I'm gonna ask you one more time. Where were you last night?

Hmm. Let me see. I don't rightly recall.

Maybe we should go help you figure it out.

Against the wall.

Come on. Move.

Oh, yeah. Whoops. Ankle monitoring device.

I'm on home confinement during the trial.

Guess I have an alibi after all.

***

Yeah, seems like an excellent facility.

Uh-huh. How's Trina doing?

Physically, she's all right. Psychologically, it's tricky.

Tricky? Is that a diagnosis?

Trina's memory appears to be fine, with one exception...

She still has no knowledge of her father's death.

You haven't told her yet? No.

No, and I'm not going to until she's ready.

Until then, please leave her alone.

Ma'am, it's extremely important that we speak to her.

She may have witnessed the murder. Well, she definitely did.

She's blocking the memory, because it's too painful.

I can help her remember.

I'll just put her in a light trance.

Hypnosis? Well, that's quackery.

Well, then it can't hurt to try. No.

You're very confident in what's right for Trina.

You yourself are a medical professional of some sort.

A nurse, yes? Excellent posture.

I would venture you spent some time in the armed forces. Navy?

Army.

There's something more, though, isn't there?

There's a deeper reason you're so protective.

Trina's mother committed suicide last year.

She was clinically depressed.

I'm really sorry, ma'am,

but we have a job to do.

I'm not gonna tell her that her father's dead, too,

not until she's ready.

Excuse me, doc. Where's the gift store?

I need to get some reading material

for the car ride home and a peppermint bar.

I understand that this is a difficult time for you.

If you just give us five minutes with her, she'll be fine.

Look, I don't think you're hearing me,

agent. I don't think you're hearing me.

Hey, Trina.

I brought you something.

Talent like yours deserves to be nurtured.

Talent?

Oh, come on. I'm sure you've heard that from your mom before.

I bet your mother taught you to draw, right?

How did you know that?

Well, your father's a money manager,

pushes numbers around.

I figured that maybe your mom is a little more artsy.

My mom was a really good artist.

She was the talented one,

but she died.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.