NARRATOR: Previously on The Mentalist :
JANE: She told me Red John has a tattoo on his left shoulder.
Three dots. That's my leverage.
Gather all five suspects together, same place, same time...
-...then check for the tattoo. -How do we do that?
-Meet me at 8:00 on Thursday night. -Fine.
Thursday night at 8:00. I'll need your help.
Then you got it.
If you don't show, he'll assume you're Red John.
If I do this, will you and Jane drop the whole that I'm Red John business?
For once and for all.
-You really think you've got him? -I do.
-I wanna be there when you end this. -I was hoping you'd say that.
Red John.
Nothing would give me more pleasure than to be with you there tonight.
Red John has a tattoo.
Three dots on his left arm.
On his shoulder.
And you all are gonna show me.
Now.
Let's go. Come on.
That's it, take it off.
Very good.
It's not what you think.
You got it wrong.
I'm not Red John.
Patrick, wait. Patrick, look here.
Look.
On your feet. Over with those two.
You stay there.
Okay, you three.
Over against that wall, now.
MAN: Wait, no!
[GUNSHOT]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[HONKING]
[GASPS]
[GRUNTS]
[SIRENS WAILING]
Call the fire department and EMTs.
Let them know there's multiple casualties, set up a perimeter.
-Yes, ma'am. -Give me your flashlight.
-I'm going in. -Here you go.
Jane?
[MAN GROANS]
Agent Smith. Agent Smith, it's Teresa Lisbon. Are you okay?
-What happened? -There was an explosion.
The EMTs are on their way. They're gonna help you.
-Don't move! -What?
Put your hands in the air or I'll shoot. Do it!
Listen, I don't know what you're talking about. You're clearly making a big mistake.
[GUNFIRE] [SMITH YELLS]
Which way did Smith go?
Boss?
We have to find Smith. He's Red John.
I'll get help.
Jane?
Hey, can you hear me?
Jane. Come on.
-You okay? -I'm fine.
The doctors say Jane's stable. There's no major trauma or anything.
He's just not awake.
They found remains of three people.
Positive IDs for Bret Stiles, Ray Haffner and Thomas McAllister.
You sure? I'd think Bret Stiles would survive a nuclear attack.
The bodies are all burnt to a crisp.
The crime techs did spot DNA tests.
The coroner's office checked it against medical records.
Stiles, Haffner and McAllister are all positively dead.
-What about Smith? Any sightings? -Not yet. Rigsby and Van Pelt are on it.
-Sir? -I thought I might find you here.
-Are you all right? -I'm fine.
I could use a cup of coffee. Would you go get me one?
I was just about to coordinate the manhunt for Smith.
-You should just go and get him. -I'd like to stay here, sir.
-Cho and the team can handle it. -Are you refusing an order?
No. I just wanna--
Why don't you listen closely.
I am ordering you to put your team together and get Smith.
[JANE GROANING]
Jane? Jane? Where's the damn call button?
I'll get the nurse.
Jane. Hey.
Hey, boss.
Our working theory is that Red John brought in the bomb...
-...to kill Jane and the other suspects. -But how?
Chances are Red John snuck the bomb in on his person.
Crime techs pulled fragments of the bomb from the walls.
Very small fragments.
This tells us that the explosive was dense, high-powered.
-That doesn't sound homemade. -No, military grade's my bet.
Which means it could be traceable. These are the most likely sources.
Check for any recent thefts or missing explosives...
-...from any of them. -Will do.
-Got something? -Yeah.
Lisbon wounded Smith before he escaped.
He's walking around with a bullet.
Hospitals have to report gunshot wounds, so he can't go to an ER.
Right, so he needs a doctor who will keep quiet.
Smith's based here in Sacramento...
...so I've looked into some of his old cases.
He was part of a task force that arrested Dr. Alec Lavrov...
...last year in South Sac.
Dr. Feelgood writing illegal OxyContin scripts.
-So? -So the case went bad...
...evidence was lost, Lavrov walked.
Smith knows where to find a doctor who won't talk to the cops.
Let's check it out.
-It's not what you think. -No?
I'm not Red John.
Patrick, wait. Look.
[JANE GROANS]
Welcome back.
Lisbon.
There was an explosion at your house.
How long have I been out?
Twelve hours.
Reede Smith is Red John. I saw the tattoo on his shoulder.
He's not the only one.
McAllister has one too.
He's dead. So are Stiles and Haffner.
-And Bertram. -Bertram?
-He has a tattoo as well. -Oh, my God.
He was just here. He was standing over you.
He was trying to get me to leave. He was gonna kill you.
-Where are my clothes? -Slow down.
-No, it's okay. We don't have time. -Jane. Jane--
Where are my clothes?
This is Teresa Lisbon.
Put out an alert for the apprehension...
...of Reede Smith and Gale Bertram.
Yes, Director Bertram.
Approach with caution.
They're considered armed and dangerous.
One of them is Red John.
[MAN SCREAMS]
-Oh, my God. -Move along, ma'am. Police business.
[SCREAMING]
God!
-Damn. -Yes.
-The bullet is still inside you. -No crap! Get it out.
This is going to hurt.
Are you sure you won't take something for the pain?
No. No, I gotta stay sharp.
As you like.
[SCREAMING]
-Tiger, tiger. -Tiger, tiger.
-Smith in there? -Yeah. Screaming his head off.
He won't be a problem. How you wanna do it?
I just got word from inside CBI.
Couple agents are coming here right now looking for Smith.
-So what do we do? -We hurry.
You go get him. I'll run interference if CBI shows.
-You got it. -Hey.
Take him out the back. Do it there.
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
-He made me do this. I'm innocent. -Shut up.
I would've called the police. I don't want--
Quiet!
-You association? -Tiger, tiger. Why didn't you call us?
Funny enough, I've got trust issues.
Hey, you've gotta trust your friends. I'm here to help you.
-Can you walk? -I need to sew him up. He'll bleed.
Ugh. I can walk.
Aah!
-Detective Cordero, right? -Agent Rigsby.
How are you?
He's Sac PD. Worked the Kirkland shooting.
This is Agent Grace Van Pelt.
What brings you to South Sac?
-We're chasing up a lead on Reede-- -Reede Smith?
A.k.a. Red John.
Looks like we beat you to the punch.
One of my guys is getting him right now.
-You want us to cover the back? -No. No, we got it.
-You sure? -We might not be CBI...
...but we know what we're doing.
[PHONE RINGING]
Excuse me.
-Yep? -Rigsby, where are you?
Outside the doctor's office. Looks like Smith's inside.
Are there policemen with you?
Yeah, why?
Okay, listen carefully.
Do not trust anyone in law enforcement.
Anyone at all. Do you understand?
You got it. Thanks.
Let's go take a look around the back.
Wait a minute. Hey! Where are you going?
Car's back this way. Everything's taken care of.
Safe house nearby, fresh clothes, a doctor, a trip out of town.
Safe house, huh?
You know, I said that to someone once.
Yeah?
What happened after that?
I shot him six times in the back.
Come on.
Damn it.
Drop your weapon!
Stop!
-You all right? -Yeah. You good?
VAN PELT: Yeah.
Smith got away during the fight.
So did the detective.
Boss, they were trying to kill Smith and us. Why?
-Don't know. -Check the shoulder.
-What? -Ask him to check the left shoulder.
Have Rigsby take his shirt off and look at his shoulder.
Lisbon wants you to check his left shoulder.
What the hell?
He's got it. He's got the tattoo.
Boss, what's happening?
All right, bring him in and don't let anybody else get to him.
Bring him in.
What do we know about the cop who attacked you?
This is the one we caught. Officer Paul Wiehagen.
Six years on the force, exemplary record.
Couple of commendations, no real discipline problems.
What about Detective Cordero?
I put a call in to his captain. Said he called in sick an hour ago.
And still no sign of Bertram. Let's focus on the one we do have.
Maybe Jane will figure it out.
Did someone send you to kill Reede Smith?
-I got nothing to say. -Why were you gonna murder him?
What about the tattoo? What's it mean?
You're not a big talker. I get it.
"Loose lips sink ships" and all that.
The bad news is, you have a lousy poker face.
So we're gonna play a little game of show and tell.
I'm gonna tell you something and you're gonna show me with your face
whether I'm right or not. Does that sound fun?
You ever steal anything?
Did you ever cheat on your girlfriend?
Hit her? You like causing pain?
I never hit a woman in my life.
Do you belong to a secret organization of cops and other government officials?
[SCOFFS]
Yes.
You've committed crimes on behalf of that organization before.
Right.
Agent Smith is a member also.
Right.
The organization sent you to that doctor's office to kill him.
Right.
CBI Director Gale Bertram is also a member.
You don't know. Too low on the totem pole, huh?
Agent Reede Smith is Red John.
Don't know.
Gale Bertram is Red John.
Don't know.
That tattoo on your shoulder is the membership sign.
-I don't know what you're talking about. -Right again.
There's a password too, something you say as a greeting...
...or a distress signal.
"Tiger, tiger."
Get out of my head.
-A secret society of dirty cops. -And Red John's a member.
-Partridge. -He said "tiger, tiger" to me
right before he died.
Yes. Yes, he was asking for help, in the hopes that you'd remember.
But if he had a tattoo, it would've been in the autopsy report.
We can't trust a file. We have to see it.
I'll have Cho track down the body.
But Partridge could be buried by now.
Have Cho bring a shovel.
The team's looking for Smith, Bertram's on the run.
So who's Red John? Is it Bertram or Smith?
I need to look them both in the eye.
Yeah, the coroner released his body, like, two days ago.
-Murder victim, huh? -Yeah.
I figured. That's why we held him for so long.
Good thing you got here today.
Tomorrow, there won't be much left of him to look at.
Here we go. Brett Partridge. Give me a hand, huh?
He's all yours.
Give me your knife.
They dress them before we burn them. Don't ask me why.
Cho sent a picture.
What does it mean?
What do you think it means?
What happened with Smith?
We almost got him at his doctor's office, that CBI team showed up.
Smith's in the wind.
That's a good place to be.
I've got some business in here. Wait for me.
Thank you, Mr. Thomas. We haven't seen you for a while.
It's nice to see you.
Smith could be anywhere by now.
I tried to trace the GPS signal on his cell phone, but it's been dead for hours.
Dirty FBI cop like him, he's bound to have a burner.
Dr. Lavrov didn't get a chance to sew Smith up.
-He's walking around with a bullet wound. -In a bad way wherever he is.
He'll get picked up eventually.
Yeah, but any cop who finds him--
This is scary. We can't trust anyone.
Nope.
[GRUNTING]
[GROANING]
[RINGING]
Agent Van Pelt.
You gotta help me.
Agent Smith.
They're gonna kill me.
I wanna surrender.
Where are you?
Downtown. Call Cho, he should be close.
Okay, we're on our way.
Right.
Okay. Okay.
Smith reached out to CBI.
He used the burner the association gave him. We were listening.
-He's turning himself in. -Yeah. Rat.
That CBI team's on its way to get him now.
We can't have that. Where is he?
He's in an alley not too far from here. Our good luck.
Does he know you?
No, he didn't see me at the doctor's.
All right. You are now a CBI agent.
Wanna come along? Could be fun.
No. I have other business to take care of. We'll meet up later.
-You got it. -Get it right this time.
Yes, sir.
Aah!
[GRUNTS]
Agent Reede Smith.
You out there? Agent Van Pelt sent me.
[HONKING]
Who are you?
Agent Oscar Cordero. CBI. I'm here to take you in.
[BAR CLANGS]
You gotta keep me safe.
They're everywhere.
Yeah. We are.
Back of the car, now.
[GRUNTS]
You didn't really think you could get away from us, did you?
You're a big boy. Do me a favor and get in the trunk yourself.
Just give me a second, will you?
You'll have a second in the trunk.
Now don't make me do painful things to you.
[ENGINE REVS, SIREN BLARES]
Get in the car!
I'm gonna need a deal. Full immunity.
Not saying a word unless I walk.
-So walk. -What?
Get up off your ass and walk.
But good luck getting out of the building before your friends catch you.
If you tell us everything we need to know...
...I promise we will put you in a federal prison...
...far away from California.
Someplace that you'll be safe.
Five years ago, I hurt my back.
I was helping my cousin move a stupid couch.
Doctor gave me some pain pills. Turns out I liked them.
Got hooked before I knew what was happening.
-So? -So....
I'm chasing a gang banger down an alley in Carson Springs...
...and I'm out of it. I mean, way out of it.
I thought I was being followed.
I shot a little girl.
A 12-year-old girl.
Local cops took my blood. They had witnesses, they had me cold.
And then this detective, he reaches out to me...
...and he says they can make it all go away. And they did.
The blood tests, the witnesses, all of it.
Hell, when they got done fixing it, the FBI gave me a medal.
And exactly who are "they"?
We call ourselves the Blake Association.
-Why? -Tiger, tiger.
"Tiger, tiger burning bright."
From the poem by Blake.
Someone's a big fan of his, I guess.
-Who else is in the association? -Cops, judges, FBI agents.
Anyone in law enforcement that needs a secret covered up.
Like your drug habit.
You need a favor, you ask for it. You get asked to do something, you do it.
Tiger, tiger.
-Yep. -Is there somebody who's in charge?
Must be. But I don't know who.
I just know my little group, that's it.
I'm guessing...
-...must be hundreds of us, maybe thousands. -And nobody knows about it.
Bob Kirkland knew about it, didn't he?
Go ahead, just say it. Unburden yourself.
Yeah. He knew too much.
So I killed him.
Do you know that Red John's a member of the Blake Association?
[GROANS]
-Are you sure? -Red John had a follower.
Rebecca Anderson.
Killed some of your guys four years ago.
LISBON: Yeah, Sam Bosco and his team. SMITH: Them.
Someone asked me to get FBI credentials...
...so that they could access CBI.
Red John or someone who worked for him...
...snuck into the CBI and poisoned Rebecca.
And you helped them.
I mean, that's when I knew I'd done a favor for a serial killer.
Who asked you to get the credentials?
I don't know. It was a phone call.
That's the way the association works. You never know.
[MAN WHISTLING "DIXIE LAND"]
-You're gonna be able to keep me safe, right? -That depends.
Did you murder my wife and daughter?
I did not murder your wife and daughter.
I swear on my mother.
-Do you believe him? -He confessed to murder.
Red John would never break like that. Not even as an act.
-Well, if Smith isn't Red John-- -That means we have work to do.
We need help. Who took over from Brenda Shettrick?
In media relations? Why?
Thank you for coming on such short notice.
We have CBI consultant Patrick Jane here...
...who is here to report a development in the Red John case.
Thank you.
Ten years ago, the serial killer known as Red John...
...killed my wife and daughter.
And we've been hunting for him ever since.
Today, we're pleased to announce...
...that we finally have a name, a face.
The Director of the Division of Law Enforcement, Gale Bertram...
-...is Red John. REPORTER: Gale Bertram? Sir--
He's armed and dangerous. If you see him, do not approach him.
Call the California Bureau of Investigation at once. Thank you.
[REPORTERS SHOUTING QUESTIONS]
One question at a time.
Excuse me, ma'am.
So we gonna talk about this?
-Talk about what? -Bertram is Red John.
Looks like.
-And if Jane finds him, he's gonna kill him. -Yep.
And we're good with that? Killing the boss?
-I am. -Yeah.
Okay.
Just as long as we're on the same page.
It's just weird is all.
-Does Bertram smoke? -No, I don't think so.
People get them as gifts sometimes.
-Van Pelt. -Hmm?
Hmm.
Flash drive. Let's take a look.
There's only one file on the drive. It's password protected.
We'll have to brute force it.
Cool. I've been wanting to use my new FPGA.
-Your what? -Trust me, don't ask.
And...
...we're in.
-Crap. -It looks like a list.
Names, maybe? Can you decode it?
I can try a few things, but decoding is Jane's department.
I'll send it to him.
Here you go. This one isn't messing around.
Lots of peat.
[SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]
Yeah, that's good. Put some rocks in it.
Are you sure? This is some fine Scotch.
Yeah, I'm sure.
Hmm.
That guy looks like you.
BARTENDER: Oh!
[BERTRAM GRUNTING]
[PHONE BEEPS]
I need a ride.
[SIREN BLARING]
We're en route to the bar now. Highway patrol shut down the freeway...
...so if he runs, we've got him. But what if he hides?
Bertram killed a bartender in Citrus Heights.
-He's got an aunt with a house there. -That's where he is?
She moved into a retirement home about six months ago so her place is empty now.
Sounds like a good place to hide. What's the address?
1408 Rosemary Street.
We're on our way. Get Cho and RRT there now and let the chopper know.
[SIREN BLARING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Is he here? CHO: If he is, he's in there.
Got guys in the back. He's not going anywhere.
-Can we trust them? -I asked to see their shoulders, no tattoos.
[SIRENS BLARING]
What are you doing here? I didn't call Sac PD SWAT.
Well, someone asked for us.
Let's set up a command center right here!
Listen, everybody, I'm in charge!
LISBON: They're from Northern District, that's way across town.
What the hell is going on?
He did it. He called them in.
Why would Bertram call SWAT to his own location?
He didn't call in one SWAT team. He called all of them in.
This is a mad house. There's a whole other unit out back.
-We've lost control of the scene, boss. -He's one of them. Bertram is one of them.
We've got to shut it down.
Nobody leaves!
No one leaves!
MAN: Who the hell is that guy?
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING OVERHEAD]
MAN: Get eyes on that back door.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
You're clear.
Yeah.
I need something to eat.
How about Chinese? I know a great place.
Yeah. Sounds good.
VAN PELT: They found Bertram's clothes inside the house.
Someone planted a SWAT team outfit in the house
-before he got there. -Then called every SWAT and RRT in the area.
Any leads about who made all those calls?
-Somebody who could pull a lot of strings. -Blake Association.
Boss.
May I have your attention, please.
Put down your phones and step away from your desks. Now.
I'm Special Agent in Charge Teresa Lisbon.
Who the hell are you?
FBI Supervisory Agent Dennis Abbott.
Now, I repeat, stand up and stand away from your desks.
Please.
We're in the middle of a manhunt for a dangerous fugitive.
Now if you would like to assist--
The head of this alleged law enforcement organization...
...is a murderer.
And a member of a massive criminal conspiracy.
Which included FBI agents.
That's why the Bureau sent me here...
...from the Austin, Texas office. To clean up the mess.
I am holding in my hand a writ from a federal judge.
The FBI is closing down your organization right now.
All of you are relieved from your active duties as of this moment.
You can't do that.
I'm here to collect evidence. Don't get in my way.
Let's go to work, fellas!
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Whoa, what's going on here?
That's yours.
Dennis Abbott, FBI. You must be Patrick Jane.
They've shut us down.
We're gonna interview you at some point, but it can wait.
We're gonna be here for some time. Just don't leave town.
We have a killer to catch.
Oh, well, that's our problem now.
You had your chance to catch him and you blew it. If you were trying.
[CUPS CLASH AND SHATTER]
That was my favorite cup.
Yeah, okay. Well, see you in the funny pages.
What now?
I don't know.
Van Pelt founds some coded files on Bertram's flash drive.
-Should we get started on those? -It's a waste of time.
We're done. There's nothing more to do here.
Just go home, get some rest.
You're not quitting. I don't believe it.
No, I'm not quitting.
I'm letting go.
It's out of our hands for now.
But I'll be in touch, okay?
I'm sorry. For everything.