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The Mentalist 1.1 Pilot
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| 16-Nov-10, 5:07 PM |
Outside a Tudor mansion, Hidden Hills. There are many cops, gawkers, the press and a coroner’s van. A poster for a missing teenage girl is pulled off a nearby tree. Lisbon and Jane are approaching the cop in charge. A boy has been arrested.
Libson : Captain.
Captain : Agent Lisbon. Don’t think we’ll be needing you guys. We like the neighbour kid who found the body.
Libson : Did he confess?
Captain : Eh, he's a real squirrel. I’d say...
The conversation fades as we observe various details from Jane’s POV – the press asking the arrested boy "Did you kill her?”, the body being wheeled out in a black body bag, the tattoo on the arm of one of the coroner’s men. The girl’s parents are standing together talking to the press.
Voice [off-screen] : Mercy’s father would like to give a brief statement.
Morgan : I just want to take a moment and thank everyone in law enforcement and all the volunteers who helped us in the search for our beloved daughter. [His wife pulls her hand away, and he grabs it back.] The way that this entire community has come together to support me and Juniper in this terrible time has been a great comfort to us. And now I would just like to ask that you give us some time and space and privacy to grieve for our daughter...
Jane wanders into the Tolliver’s house, puts the kettle on and makes himself a sandwich. He looks at around at the photos, etc. Juniper comes in as he’s pouring two cups of tea.
Jane : Hello, Mrs Tolliver.
Juniper : Who are you?
Jane : My name’s Patrick Jane. I’m here to help you. Would you like a cup of tea?
Juniper : Yes, I would. Thank you.
Jane : You must be tired. Why don’t you sit down? [They sit at the kitchen table with their tea.] It’s nice and quiet in here, isn’t it? Quiet, soothing, calm. [He takes her hand.] Calm. I’ve been watching you and your husband and I want you to know that I understand what you’re feeling right now.
Juniper : You have no idea. Believe me.
Jane : I do. I know. I know and I want to help you.
Juniper : You can’t help me. What do you know?
Jane [smiling] : All sorts of things. You really only pretend to like skiing, right?
Juniper : Yes, but...
Jane : You’re pleased that your best friend recently gained some weight, about ten pounds. You wish you’d been more adventurous when you were younger. You love India, but you’ve never been there. You have trouble sleeping. Your favourite colour is blue.
Juniper : I don’t understand. You’re... you’re psychic?
Jane : No. Just paying attention. I used to make a good living pretending to be a psychic. I tell you this because I want you to understand there’s no point hiding things from me.
Juniper : Hiding what?
Jane : You know what I see when I look at your husband? I see a warm, loving, generous man. A little vain maybe. Selfish. Controlling. But a decent man.
Juniper : Yes.
Jane : So why do you suspect him of murdering your daughter?
Juniper : I don’t. The McCluskey boy did it.
Jane : Yes, that’s what the police say. But you think they’re wrong. Why?
Juniper : I don’t know, I don’t know! I...
Jane : Tell me.
Juniper : Last year they had been so strange with each other. And neither one would admit that anything was wrong and I think that... I think that she tried to tell me once, and I didn’t... I... God. Oh god.
Jane : Did you ask him if he killed her?
Juniper : What would he say?
Jane : Most wives can tell when their husbands are lying.
Juniper : Yes. Yes. I... I don’t want tea. The McClusky boy did it.
Jane : Maybe.
Juniper : You think he did it too?
Jane : I trust a mother’s instinct.
Morgan walks in.
Morgan : June. There you are. [Sees Jane.] Hi. Who are you?
Jane [stands up] : I’m the police. Did you kill your daughter?
Morgan : How dare you?!
Jane : I asked you a simple question, sir. Did you kill your daughter?
Morgan : No, I did not kill my daughter! [Juniper gives a whimper of horror.] Now you get the hell out of my house! June? June, what’s the matter with you? [She walks away from him. Morgan turns on Jane.] I’m going to have your badge!
Jane : An innocent man would have punched me by now.
Morgan : I am going to make life miserable for you! You come in here. You accost my wife. You cause trouble... [He pauses as he sees Juniper point a gun at him.] June. June, honey, please...
Juniper empties the gun into her husband. Lisbon and some cops come running in with guns drawn. Patrick puts his hands in the air. Juniper drops the gun and walks out the French doors into the garden.
Jane [to Lisbon] : Honestly. It’s not as bad as it looks.
Lisbon gives him her best ‘What the #*%!’ look, puts her gun away and goes after Juniper. Jane looks after her, a little perturbed.
Lisbon : Mrs Tolliver. Mrs Tolliver.
Palm Springs, California. Two weeks later. A car pulls up in front of a big house. Price and Tag get out and take golf clubs out of the back of the car.
Price : Then the sonofabitch eagles seventeen. Are you kidding me? On that course! A damn eagle.
Tag : That course never suited you, Price. You’ll do better in Orlando. We have a nice spot on the draw.
Price : Well, I tell you what, Davis Love III can kiss my butt.
They go into the house. We are shown a dead man on the floor in the sitting room, his head crushed with a golf club, and a dead girl on the bed in the bedroom. A smiley face is drawn in blood on the wall.
Price [finds the dead man off-screen and starts calling in panic] : Alison? Alison!
Palm Springs International Airport. Lisbon, Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt are walking along the concourse. Van Pelt pauses apologetically at the baggage carousels.
Van Pelt : Ah, sorry...
Lisbon : You checked luggage? What, are you on vacation?
Van Pelt : No ma’am. Won’t do it again.
Lisbon : When your trousseau arrives, pick up the second rental and go direct to the Sheriff’s department. Hustle us up a couple of rooms, furniture and phone lines.
Van Pelt : Yes, ma’am.
Lisbon [to Cho and Rigsby] : Come on, let’s go.
Rigsby looks sympathetically at Van Pelt as the others walk off.
Riverside County Morgue. Lisbon, Cho and Rigsby are walking up the path, when a taxi pulls up and Jane jumps out.
Jane : Morning everybody. How was your flight?
Lisbon : Go away. You’re on suspension.
Jane [to cab driver] : Thank you. [He runs to catch up with Lisbon and walks beside her.] Mandated leave. Ends next week.
Lisbon : So come back next week.
Jane : Hot enough for you?
Lisbon : Which one of you jackasses told him? It was you, wasn’t it Cho.
Cho : Yes, it was.
Jane : Of course he called me. It’s Red John. You can’t keep me out of this. Why would you want to?
Lisbon : You got a man killed. There’s consequences.
Jane : A man that murdered his daughter because she wouldn’t have sex with him anymore.
Lisbon : You didn’t know that. You did not know that. If she hadn’t left a diary...
Jane : But she did, though. Be reasonable. This is my case.
Lisbon : Your case.
Jane : Red John is mine.
Lisbon : Red John doesn’t belong to anyone.
They’ve stopped at the top of the steps by the door and are now glaring at each other. Cho and Rigsby hurry inside to get away from the argument.
Jane : He belongs to me.
Lisbon : It’s not my call. Rules are rules. Come back next week. [She goes inside. To the security guard] Don’t let this man past. [As she’s going inside, her phone rings and she answers.] Boss...
Inside the morgue Lisbon, Cho and Rigsby are standing with the M.E. looking at a dead body.
M.E. : We have Gregory Tannen, Caucasian, male, 43, single. We haven’t opened him up yet, but burn marks...
Jane hurries in and stands next to Lisbon. He leans over to talk to her quietly.
Jane : Sorry I went over your head. I’ll redeem myself, I promise. [He shows his ID to the M.E., who has stopped talking and is giving him a look.]
Lisbon : If you want redemption, be silent.
Jane : Okay, I can really do that.
Lisbon : Shh. [To the ME, who’s looking displeased.] Sorry.
M.E. : ...but burn marks here indicate that the victim was subdued with a stun gun, standard civilian model, by the look of it. Death appears to be caused by several blows to the back of the skull, consistent with a bloodied golf club found at the scene. The female is Alison Randolph, 27, married, no children. They were found at her listed residence. TOD looks to be early Saturday evening. On Alison we have the same stun gun marks, followed by binding with tight black plastic ligatures, frenzied cutting and stabbing assault to the torso and subsequent abuse of the viscera.
Cho : Textbook Red John.
Lisbon : Who found the bodies?
Cho : This one’s husband, coming home from the airport Sunday morning with his brother. He’s a pro golfer.
Rigby [interested] : Oh, yeah?
Cho : Price Randolph. [Rigsby shrugs, as he hasn’t heard of him.]
Lisbon : What’s her deal with him? Do we know?
Cho : He’s on file as one of her physicians.
Lisbon : Making a house call?
Rigsby : Lovers?
Jane [looking at Tannen’s body] : No, this one’s gay. [Everyone turns and looks at him.]
M.E. : Dr Wagner might know what their relationship was. He’s here to make a formal ID.
Jane : Okay.
In the hallway of the morgue. Lisbon, Jane, Rigsby and Cho approach Dr Linus Wagner, who is sitting sadly on a bench.
Lisbon : Dr Wagner. Hi. I’m Agent Teresa Lisbon, California Bureau of Investigation. What’s your connection to the victims?
Wagner : Well, I work with Gregory – Dr Tannen – and the Randolph family are long-time clients of our practice.
Lisbon : Are house calls the norm at your practice?
Wagner : No. Gregory and Alison were close friends.
Rigsby : Lovers?
Wagner : No, he was gay. No, they were just friends. What in God’s name happened to them?
Rigsby : Looks like Red John. [Lisbon looks slightly irritated.]
Wagner : Who’s Red John?
Lisbon : We don’t know who did this. We’ll be in touch, probably. Thank you. [She shakes his hand and they leave.]
Randolph house. The CSI tech, Brett Partridge, is showing Lisbon, Jane, Rigsby and Cho the crime scene, acting it out as he goes.
Partridge : Red John enters here. [To Rigsby, who is in the way of his enactment.] Excuse me. He comes around here. He waits for her, expecting her to come in alone. Only thing, her friend Tannen chose the wrong night to come over for a Richard Gere and ice cream orgy. So Red John zaps them both with his trusty stun gun and ... excuse me ... grabs a five iron from the bag here and BAM crushes Tannen’s skull. Then takes his sweet time dealing with Alison how he likes. She’s a nice big girl, so unless he’s pretty strong, I guess he grabbed her by the arms...
Jane wanders off to where Alison was killed. We see the blood stain on the bed and the bloody smiley face on the wall. Jane looks around at the details of her room.
FLASHBACK, 5 YEARS AGO: Interior TV studio. Jane, slick and arrogant, performing a psychic medium act before a live audience. The audience is hushed and still.
Jane : He says that he’s sorry for all the pain he caused you and your mother. Deeply sorry. [Jenny has her hand over her mouth, eyes brimming.] He asks you to forgive him. Can you do that, Jenny? [Jenny nods, unable to speak.] He needs to hear it.
Jenny [weeping] : I forgive you, Daddy. I forgive you.
Jane : Oh, yes. He’s smiling now. There are tears of joy. He says God bless you and keep you. [pause] He’s gone.
Jane comes out of his semi-trace. Jenny is sobbing. The audience claps. Jane takes a seat with Davis and Kelly, the hosts.
Kelly : Amazing. Amazing. Amazing.
Davids : She’s amazed. Patrick. (Jane sips his water.)
Jane : One second.
Kelly : Give him some time.
Davids : Absolutely, come on back to us.
Jane : I’m back. Thank you.
Kelly : He’s back. (Laughs)
Davids : So Patrick, I understand that you’re also sort of a paranormal detective. Is that right?
Jane : I try to help the police when I can.
Davids : And you’re helping them hunt this scary serial killer, what’s his name?
Kelly : Red John.
Davids : Red John.
END FLASHBACK
Partridge, Lisbon, Cho and Rigsby come into the bedroom of the Randolph house.
Partridge : There she blows. The classic Red John smiley face. Drawn in the victim’s blood clockwise with three fingers of his right hand wearing a rubber kitchen glove. I’m stoked to finally see one in the flesh.
Jane : This isn’t Red John.
Partirdge : Ri-i-ight.
Jane : Red John thinks of himself as a showman, an artist. He has a strong sense of theatre. In all of the previous killings, he made sure that the first thing that anyone sees is the face on the wall. You see the face first and you know. You know what’s happened and you feel dread. Then, and only then, do you see the body of the victim. Always in that order. Here it’s the opposite. The first thing you see is the body and you have to look around to see the face on the wall. It doesn’t play nearly as well, does it?
Lisbon : Depends on your taste, I suppose.
Jane : No. Come on. The killer could have painted on the correct wall, here. But he didn’t because he didn’t know better because he isn’t Red John.
Partridge : Wow. Interesting.
Jane : You know what your problem is, my friend? You enjoy your work a little too much. You’re a ghoul. If you don’t get horny reading Fangoria, I’m Britney Spears.
Partridge : I resent that!
Lisbon : This is you trying to redeem yourself, is it?
Jane : I’m sorry. He irks me. He’s irksome. (He walks out.) You don’t need me here.
Sheriff’s office. Van Pelt is unpacking things still. Lisbon, Cho and Rigsby are running through crime scene footage from previous Red John cases on a laptop. It shows that Jane was right – the face comes first, then the body.
Lisbon : So yeah. This one doesn’t fit the pattern.
Cho : So Jane was right. We have a copycat.
Lisbon : Or we have Red John trying new things. Or we have Red John making a mistake. We don’t know. We’ll work the evidence until we do know. Go talk to the husband.
Rigsby : Will do, Boss. [Neither man moves.]
Lisbon : What are you waiting for? [They leave. She looks around to check no-one is listening and then makes a phone call.] Hey. So, you might be right about this case, might be. Thanks for the insight. [She pauses as Jane tells her something.] No, did I say that? I’m acknowledging the fact that you might be right, that’s all. I mean, if you wanted to come back, I couldn’t stop you. [She listens.] Yeah, fine, I’m asking you to come back. [She listens.] Because… because you’re useful to the team. [She listens.] No! No, I won’t say ‘please’, go screw yourself! [She hangs up and slams her phone on her desk with rage.] Jackass.
Jane walks in behind her. She pretends not to have noticed him and ignores him. Van Pelt walks up.
Jane : Good morning.
Van Pelt : Can I help you?
Jane : You must be Van Pelt. A pleasure. Patrick Jane.
Van Pelt : Oh, hi! Good to meet you! Agent Cho said you’d left town.
Jane : No. Nowhere to go. [Teresa rolls her eyes.]
Van Pelt : Okay. Uh… do you want that desk over there or this one? I mean, that one gets more light.
Jane : That one. More light, by all means. [She smiles and walks away. Jane walks over to Lisbon’s desk.] Very pleasant addition to the Serious Crimes family. [Lisbon looks up from her desk, pretending to notice him for the first time.]
Lisbon : Oh, hi, when did you get here?
Cho and Rigsby are at the Randolph house with Price and Tag, watching a video of Alison.
Price : I lost a beautiful precious angel.
Cho : Yes, sir. Good-looking woman. I’m jumping right in, if you don’t mind, Price. You missed the tournament cut on Friday, yes? But you didn’t come home until Sunday. What did you do with the rest of your time in Fresno?
Price : I get this. You guys can’t catch the real killer, so you want to lay this one on me?
Rigsby : No, sir. If we have confirmation of where you were, it lets us exclude you from the investigation.
Price : I was with a massage therapist.
Cho : Name?
Price : It had Lady in there somewhere.
Tag : It’ll be on his credit card bill.
Price : There you go. Pleasure meeting you boys.
Lisbon and Jane are in Dr Wagner’s office. Dr Wagner is looking up records on his computer. Jane is prowling around the office, which has a lot of African decor.
Wagner : ...We’re a full service private practice. We deliver primary care, cosmetic surgery, psychotherapy, sports medicine, you name it.
Jane : What’s the African connection?
Wagner : It’s what this place is all about. Half of our profits go to build and staff basic health clinics in poor African communities. Well, here we are. It’s a thin file. Alison was a healthy young woman.
Lisbon : Psychiatric history?
Wagner : She didn’t have one.
Lisbon : STDs? Abortions? Unexplained injuries?
Wagner : No. Aside from routine check-ups with me, it’s all Dr Tannen. All aesthetic work.
Jane : Did Tannen keep a diary? Our last case was solved because the victim kept a diary. [Lisbon rolls her eyes.]
Wagner : A diary? I don’t think so.
Lisbon : Getting back to Alison Randolph. How was her marriage do you think? Happy? Unhappy?
Wagner : About six months ago, Dr Tannen asked my advice. Alison had asked him to get her a year’s supply of birth control pills off the books, which is strictly against AMA code. I said sure, do it. I mean, better us than some Tijuana drugstore.
Lisbon : Why the secrecy?
Wagner : Price Randolph had a vasectomy. April of ’02. [Jane chuckles. Lisbon and Jane start to leave.] If there’s anything else I can do...
Lisbon : We appreciate that. [She shakes his hand and turns to go.]
Jane : Actually, there is. I’m out of sleeping pills. Can you fix me up? Anything strong will do.
Wagner : Sure. Come in for a consultation. We’ll squeeze you in this afternoon. [Teresa grins – she knows there’s no way Jane wants a consultation.]
Jane : Oh. No. I was hoping to get something now. Trying to avoid the chitchat.
Wagner : I’m sorry, I wouldn’t be comfortable prescribing without some sort of chit chat.
Jane : I understand. No problem. I’ll call you, maybe.
The team is at a seafood restaurant. Night.
Cho : I like the husband for it. He hires some hooker he knows to create an alibi, flies home, filets the spouse, flies back again. It's a classic elaborate and clever, but ultimately stupid, plan.
Jane : Have you looked at his PGA tournament record?
Cho : Not bad. 6 mill career earnings.
Jane : For coming in second and third. You put him on the 18th tee with a big win on the line, like night follows day he'll shank it. He's a choker. He doesn't have the nerve to kill his wife. Didn't do it.
Lisbon : Are you suggesting we drop a prime suspect because he's never won a major?
Jane : Oh, no, no, no. I'm just making idle conversation. (He makes a straw follow his finger, rolling across the table as though pulled by magnetism.)
Van Pelt : How’d you do that?
Jane : Telekinesis.
Cho : He blew on it.
Jane : That is another way to do it.
Van Pelt : Mr. Jane, I have a question regarding your previous career path.
Jane : Fire away.
Van Pelt: When you met with other psychics, real psychics, could they tell you were just pretending?
Jane : There's no such thing as real psychics.
Van Pelt : I beg to differ. My cousin Yolanda is a psychic.
Jane : Your cousin is deluded or dishonest or both.
Rigsby : Hey, steady.
Van Pelt : No, no, he's entitled to his opinion. He's wrong, though. She has power. She can communicate with the other side. I've seen her do it myself.
Jane : She let you speak with someone that's gone.
Van Pelt : Yes.
Jane : Someone that you love and still miss very much.
Van Pelt : Yes.
Jane : You wanted her power to be real so it was.
Van Pelt : No.
Rigsby : You're so sure you're right. Science don't know everything.
Van Pelt : Five hundred years ago, radio would have seemed like magic.
Rigsby : Exactly.
Van Pelt : Five hundred years in the future, it could be totally normal to communicate with the other side.
Jane : The other side? Your father's a football coach, yeah?
Van Pelt : How did you know that?
Jane : It's obvious from your whole demeanour. My point is, didn't dad always say life is like football? When that final whistle blows, the game is over, done. There is no more. There is no other side. This is it. Lobster and bread rolls and nautical kitsch and then psssh. Nothingness.
Van Pelt : You poor, sad man. The kingdom of God is a real place.
Jane : Okay. Later tonight when Rigsby asks you to come back to his hotel room [Rigsby chokes], say yes.
Van Pelt : Excuse me?
Jane : I know. You were planning on refusing him very curtly. First week on the job, you want to set a tone. No monkey business. But why not? Rigsby is an excellent lover, I'm sure. Tough, but fair. Right? (Rigsby is looking very annoyed.) Right.
Van Pelt : The kingdom of God is a real place, Mr Jane. And you have an immortal soul.
Jane : Oh, I do so hope you're wrong.
Hotel elevator opens and Cho gets out, leaving Van Pelt and Rigsby.
Cho : Goodnight.
Van Pelt : Goodnight.
Rigsby : Later, dude. [They ride up alone, painfully embarrassed.] This is me. [He gets out.] Welcome to the unit, Agent Van Pelt.
Van Pelt : Thank you, Agent Rigsby. [The doors close.]
Jane in his hotel room watching TV. An envelope is slipped under his door. He gets up, looks at letter inside and sees a red smiley face on it. He drops it, wrenches the door open and races after the person who put the note there. He chases him down the stairs, falling once as he goes, and rushes out into the parking lot, only to find the intruder has disappeared.
Jane’s hotel room. The team is there with him. Van Pelt is reading the note out loud.
Van Pelt : "Greetings old friend, it's been a while. I hope you are keeping well. I am thriving and happy. I have 12 wives now and will soon begin courting number 13. Why can't you catch me? You must feel so powerless and stupid and sad. Oh well. All the best, Red John.”
Cho : That sounds like the real deal to me.
Jane : Sounds like Red John. It’s not. Red John wouldn’t risk capture just to taunt me.
Rigsby : So the real killer is trying to throw us off track?
Lisbon : Cho, find out where Price Randolph was a half an hour ago. Rigsby, I want you to check the hotel security cameras. [To Van Pelt] Get those over to forensics. [The others leave. To Jane.] You okay?
Jane : Absolutely.
Lisbon : Get some sleep.
After Lisbon leaves, Jane leaves his room. We see him sitting in an 24 hour diner, drinking coffee and writing in a book with DIARY on the cover. We see him underlining the word "Confess”.
Sheriff’s Office. Morning. Jane is sitting at his desk, still writing in the diary, ignoring the ringing phone. He very dishevelled. The others enter. Rigsby answers the phone.
Rigsby [on the phone] : Hello.
Jane : Morning.
Lisbon : You didn’t sleep, did you? [She gets out her phone and dials a number.] Hi, I’d like to make an appointment with Dr Wagner, please. It’s urgent. Jane. Patrick Jane. Yeah, I’ll hold.
Rigsby : Forensics maybe got a break. The blood in the clot in the envelope is Alison Randolph’s, but they found a hair in there. Doesn’t belong to her or Tannen. Guess who it does belong to?
We see a magnified hair on a laptop in an interrogation room. Cho is interrogating Tag.
Cho : It’s yours, Tag. Amazing, huh? Science.
Tag : This is insane. I didn’t... I didn’t kill Alison.
The rest of the team is observing the interrogation on computers in another room. Jane is leaning tiredly on a table.
Cho : How do you explain your hair in the envelope?
Tag : Either it’s a mistake, or... or I’m being framed.
Cho : Who would want to frame you? We don’t want to, if that’s what you’re thinking.
Jane [to Van Pelt] : He and Alison were lovers.
Cho : Who would want to frame you, Tag?
Tag : My brother.
Cho : Why would he want to do that?
Tag : Alison and I were lovers.
Van Pelt [to Jane] : I think you are psychic. You’re just afraid to admit it.
Jane : Hmm.
Jane and Wagner are in Wagner’s office, seated opposite each other.
Wagner : So.
Jane : So.
Wagner : Why is it you can’t sleep?
Jane : Because I can’t get the good pills without talking to a doctor.
Wagner : And you don’t like talking to doctors.
Jane : Meh. They always want to be the smartest person in the room, don’t they? When in fact that’s me, obviously.
Wagner : You protect your core self very fiercely. What do you think is the reason for that?
Jane : You know, this is exactly how I imagined it would be. Are you going to ask me about my mother?
Wagner : Do you want me to ask you about your mother?
Jane : I just want to sleep.
Wagner : What is it that keeps you awake?
FLASHBACK – continues where the last flashback left off, in the TV studio.
Davis : What’s his name? Red John?
Jane : That’s right. Red John. He’s killed at least 8 women that we know of. The police asked me to try and get a psychic fix on him and see if I can get a sense of who this man is.
Davids : How do you do that exactly? Get a psychic fix on someone?
Jane : Well, Davis, true demonic evil burns like fire. It burns with a terrible cold, dark flame. I force myself to look into that flame and I see an image of the evil-doer; in this case, Red John. He’s an ugly, tormented little man; a lonely soul. Sad, very sad.
While he’s talking, we see Jane driving to his beach house in Malibu. He comes in quietly, looks at the post, pushes a tricycle out of the way and goes upstairs. He sees that there is a note on the door at the end of the hallway. The note reads "Dear mister Jane, I do not like to be slandered in the media, especially by a dirty money-grubbing fraud. If you were a real psychic, instead of a dishonest little worm, you wouldn’t need to open the door to see what I’ve done to your lovely wife and child.” He opens the door and sees the smiley face on the wall.
END OF FLASHBACK
Wagner : Mr Jane. Mr Jane? What is it that keeps you awake?
Jane : Um. You know, when I was a boy, we had a farm. It was a lot of work. I was kind of a lazy kid.
Wagner : Yes?
Jane : I’d always be trying to get my little brother Jimmy to do my chores for me. One day I promised him a dollar if he cut the firewood. Well, he opened an artery in his leg on the saw and he bled to death. Died. Doing my chores for me.
Wagner : You know, that’s almost exactly the same thing that happened to Johnny Cash.
Jane : Is it really? Wow. That’s spooky.
Sheriff’s office. Price Randolph and a lawyer come barging in.
Cho : Mr Randolph, good...
Price : Cut the crap. My brother’s done nothing. You scumbags haven’t got the stones to come after me, so you go after my family. That is flat-out persecution.
Lawyer : Price, what did we agree?
Cho : Mr Randolph, rest assured there’s no intent to persecute you. We scumbags are holding your brother because we have physical evidence linking him to the crime, and potential motive, in that he states whenever you weren’t around he was banging your wife like a big bass drum.
Price [laughs derisively] : Tag and Alison?
Cho : That’s what he states. He further states it was you that killed Alison, and you’re now trying to frame him in revenge.
Price : My god, what did you say?! What? [Rigsby has brought Tag in and Price launches himself at his brother.] Bastard!
Van Pelt and Cho restrain him as Rigsby takes Tag out another door, also struggling.
Tag : Son of a bitch! You treated her like trash! What did you expect?
Price : I didn’t expect my little brother to bang my wife, you little punk bastard!
Wagner’s office. Night. Dr Wagner writes Jane a prescription.
Wagner : Everything you told me is total fiction, isn’t it?
Jane : Yes.
Wagner : Why? I can tell you’re in real pain. Why not tell the truth?
Jane : The truth is mine.
Wagner : I hear you.
Jane [takes the script] : Thank you.
Wagner escorts Jane through the empty building to the front door.
Jane : Oh, yes. Remember we were talking about Tannen the other day and I asked you if he kept a diary and you said that he did? Well, there’s no diary among his effects...
Wagner : No.
Jane : I’m sorry, no?
Wagner : No. You have it wrong. I didn’t think he kept a diary.
Jane : Strange. Then it must have been someone else who told me. Either that or I’m going mad. But I definitely 100% remember hearing that Tannen kept a diary.
Wagner : That is strange. But why does it matter if he kept a diary?
Jane : You’re right, it doesn’t matter. Only I was thinking, why do magicians have beautiful girl assistants?
Wagner : Why?
Jane : Because they’re reliable distracters of attention. People will look at a beautiful girl for a long time before they look where they should be looking if they want to see how the trick really works. Anyhow, I’ll send over a couple of forensics guys tomorrow to search his office and locate that diary.
Wagner : Didn’t they already search his office?
Jane : Oh, they never do it thoroughly the first time. [Wagner opens the door with his key-card, which he puts back in his pocket.] Once more for luck, eh? It’s gotta be there somewhere. [He gives Wagner a hug.] Thanks for everything, Doc.
Wagner : Goodnight. Goodnight.
Jane leaves. Wagner walks back to his office, deep in thought, and pauses outside Tannen’s office.
Wagner is on the floor in Tannen’s office, which is a mess. He’s going through Tannen’s files, when Jane strolls in.
Jane : Lost something?
Wagner : How did you get in?
Jane : The door was open. I think I left my phone in your office.
Wagner : The door wasn’t open.
Jane : Must have been. Here I am.
FLASHBACK: We see Jane, as he was giving Wagner the hug, taking his key-card out of his pocket. END OF FLASHBACK.
Jane : What are you doing?
Wagner : I confess, the temptation to play detective was a little too strong. I was looking for that diary. I got a little carried away.
Jane : No kidding. And no diary?
Wagner : No diary.
Jane : Maybe I should have a gander. I’m good at finding things.
Wagner : Be my guest.
Jane studies the room and moves around theatrically, eventually lying on the floor, reaching under a bookshelf and pulling out the diary he had been writing in earlier. He opens it and glances at a few pages.
Jane : Eureka. [Wagner edges closer, but Jane shuts the diary. He reaches out to shake Wagner’s hand.] Dr Wagner, thank you for your help. (He starts to leave.)
Wagner : Mr Jane, your phone.
Jane : Right. Thanks. [He goes into Wagner’s office and picks up his phone off the chair he was sitting on earlier.] Oh, yeah, got it. Silly of me. Well, goodbye again.
Wagner : Wait. [He’s pointing a gun at Jane.] Give me the diary. [Jane gives it to him. Wagner opens it and realises he’s been had. He gives a twisted smile.] That’s very amusing.
Jane : I try.
Wagner : I knew. I knew it might be a trick. But I had to be sure.
Jane : Yes. That’s how the trick works.
Wagner : What led you to me? Not that I’m saying I did it, I’m just asking.
Jane : When we first met, you said you didn’t know who Red John was, but you have books on criminal psychiatry there that have chapters on him. You’re the Randolph family doctor, so you could easily get a strand of Tag’s hair and being a doctor, you can hack up another human without difficulty. It’s obvious it was you.
Wagner : That’s it? You have nothing. That’s just guesswork.
Jane : Oh, I know. I just wanted to be sure I had the right answer. I was surprised, I’ve got to be honest. You don’t seem to be a wicked man. But you are.
Wagner : You’re angry about the letter. Yeah, it was a bit mean-spirited. For the record, I’m sorry about your family. I can only imagine your pain. I’m not a wicked man. My conscience is clear.
Jane : Really?
Wagner : Right now, in Africa, there’s 3000 beautiful children alive today who should be dead, but they aren’t, because of me. Tannen was going to ruin me and destroy all that work. Over nothing. Money. Theft, he called it. Embezzlement. The self-righteous idiot. It’s simple math. If I go to jail, thousands of kids will die, so I made a rational moral decision to kill Tannen for the greater good.
Jane : And Alison? What did she do wrong?
Wagner : As you said, she was the magician’s assistant. Just a distraction. If only Tannen died, the police would have been all over this place, wouldn’t they? Truly, is killing two any worse than killing one? When so many lives are at stake? I don’t think so.
Jane : You poor, sad man. You’re under arrest. Let’s go.
Wagner : I’m pointing a gun at you.
Jane : You really think I would set you up so nicely and let you pull a loaded gun on me? I took the bullets out earlier.
He pats his pocket, which makes a jingling sound. Wagner checks his gun, and Jane grabs some porcupine quills and throws them at him. Wagner fires wildly, but Jane manages to duck out of the room. He runs down the stairs and yells at Rigsby who has just arrived, looking annoyed.
Jane : You’re late!
Rigsby : What?
Jane : Draw your weapon!
Rigsby : Huh? [Wagner comes running out with his gun, and Rigsby hurriedly draws his gun and points it at him.] Drop the gun! Hands on your head. Get down on your knees. Down. [Wagner does as he says. Rigsby arrests him. Jane grins.]
Sheriff’s Office. The team is packing up. Lisbon is sitting at her desk. Jane comes in carrying a box of doughnuts.
Jane : Case closed doughnuts are here. [Everyone pointedly ignores him.] I just went to get sleeping pills, I swear to God. I didn't even want to go. You know I didn't want to go.
Van Pelt : Right.
Rigsby : Yeah, you didn't set Wagner up. Didn't figure it was him days ago.
Cho : You didn't let us tear apart the victim's family simply to satisfy your childish need for drama.
Jane : Eh. That family was screwed anyway. Don't blame yourselves, guys. [He looks at Lisbon, who is ignoring him. He walks across to her.]
Lisbon : Don't even start. I'm still angry.
Jane : I'm sorry.
Lisbon : No you're not. [He puts a paper frog on her desk.] A frog? Well, this makes everything better, doesn't it? [The frog jumps and makes her gasp and then smile. Jane, who is walking away, also smiles.]
Jane’s Malibu house. Evening. He comes through the front door and puts some mail on the table by the door. We see that it’s now the only furniture in the house, which has been stripped bare. Jane goes upstairs to the room where his family was killed. There is a mattress on the floor. He lies on it fully clothed. The camera pans up and we see that the bloody smiley face is still on the wall above the mattress, faded with time.
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