The Mentalist

Patrick Jane:
Revenge is a poison. Revenge is fit only for fools and madmen.

Teresa Lisbon:
Like you don't have major trust issues.

Patrick Jane:
I trust people. I trust you.

Teresa Lisbon:
No you don't. I don't trust you either. You're untrustworthy. It's my job not to trust you.

Patrick Jane:
Lisbon. I want you to know that you can trust me. No matter what happens I will be there for you. I will. I need you to know that.

Patrick Jane:
If we catch Red John, he's not walking anywhere. He's mine.

Teresa Lisbon:
Don't talk like that. I can't let you anywhere near the case if you start talking crazy like that.

Patrick Jane:
Crazy? You're crazy if you think you're gonna stop me. Red John is mine. You try to stand in my way and you... I... you... you will regret it.

Patrick Jane:
There's no such thing as psychics.

Kimball Cho:
That's a high end sensor lock. It's gonna be tough to bust into. I'll call tech services. Tell them we need a locksmith.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Finding the victim's severed finger] Uh, don't bother. I found a key.

Kimball Cho:
No, this type of safe doesn't use a key.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Lisbon puts the finger on the sensor] Oh yes it does. [Lisbon gives the finger to Van Pelt] Bag it.

Adrian Mosca:
[Opening his apartment door just a crack] Uh sure. CBI? No problem. Uh look, I'm in my skivies. So uh, give me a second to get presentable okay? [Closes his door]

Kimball Cho:
Think he's going to put his pants on before he hits the window?

Wayne Rigsby:
No, I do not.

Adrian Mosca:
Who are you guys?

Wayne Rigsby:
Remember the badge? CBI.

Adrian Mosca:
Who the Hell is that?

Kimball Cho:
California Bureau of Investigation.

Adrian Mosca:
What the Hell is that?

Kimball Cho:
We're like the FBI only more convinently located.

Kimball Cho:
We showed you our badges and identified ourselves.

Adrian Mosca:
You never watch movies? That's how the bad guys do it.

Kimball Cho:
No, it's not. Sit down.

Kimball Cho:
You should tell the truth Mr. Mosca. It's easier to remember.

Teresa Lisbon:
Well, I don't care about the device.

Patrick Jane:
You don't care about a code breaking device that could hack into our government's National Security System? There's no bigger patriotic lesson. Pina Colada?

Oliver:
I wasn't aware it was a crime to be intelligent.

Tolman:
We're going to need an encrypted file.

Patrick Jane:
Oh how about Agent Lisbon's personell file?

Teresa Lisbon:
No.

Patrick Jane:
I just happen to have it on disc right here. [Quietly to Lisbon] It has some great photos.

Teresa Lisbon:
Fine.

Patrick Jane:
I just hope you don't mind. I did have a little fiddle with it. I just wanted to see how it works. [Hands the device to Tolman] Easily fixed I imagine. [Noticing more pieces] What's that? That may be part of it.

Tolman:
You're going to be hearing from my attorney! [Starts to leave]

Patrick Jane:
Tolman, one last thing. Bishop to C4. Forced to mate in 3 moves. I win. Come and take a closer look. You'll see it.

Kimball Cho:
I could arrest you for that.

Patrick Jane:
You'll never take me alive, copper.

Kimball Cho:
Seriously.

Patrick Jane:
Seriously. It's Marilyn and Charlie. What? Do you want to make a comedy arrest? See your name written in the weird news section?

Patrick Jane:
Bullied at school were you?

Mitch Cavanaugh:
I was not, actually.

Patrick Jane:
Sure you were. Even now, after all these years, you lie awake sometimes thinking of all the ways that you could wreck revenge on your tormentors. And now out of fear and avarice, you let this man, Fanning, bully you the same way. Mitch, it's the same way, the same thing. You gotta get a life.

Teresa Lisbon:
Or get arrested.

Gabriel Fanning:
Listen man, I'm an artist, okay? I'm arrogant, I'm dishonest and I'm childish. But you know what? I'm not stupid. I do not think I am above the law.

Kimball Cho:
So what do you know, Mitch?

Mitch Cavanaugh:
Nothing.

Kimball Cho:
Jane says you know stuff.

Mitch Cavanaugh:
And he's always right, is he?

Kimball Cho:
Pretty much.

Patrick Jane:
Well, love is not blind, it's often pretty stupid.

Patrick Jane:
I think I know what happened here, Sydney. I'm wondering if you do, too.

Sydney Hanson:
Uh, yeah. My boyfriend shot my dad. And then my stepmom shot my boyfriend. My life is like a sick joke.

Felicia Scott:
Patrick, would you do me a favor?

Patrick Jane:
Oh, I might.

Felicia Scott:
Tell Sydney I'm sorry. I see now, on reflection, I wasn't the stepmother I might've been. I'm sorry for that. I did try. I hope and pray she doesn't become bitter. But that she finds happiness. [sobs] Because happiness is so hard to find. Once you find it, you better hang on tight. Or you lose it.

Patrick Jane:
That's true... That's true.

Kimball Cho:
Where were you going when you found the victim?

Charlie Chaplin:
I don't speak.

Kimball Cho:
In the movies, no. But here in the real world, you speak. You just did.

Kimball Cho:
What is your work?

Marilyn Monroe:
[gesturing to her outfit] I'm Marilyn.

Kimball Cho:
How's that your work?

Gabriel Fanning:
I've been exploring other aspects of my life.

Patrick Jane:
Narcotics and despair?

Gabriel Fanning:
[quietly] Die screaming, malignant harpy.

Felicia Scott:
I'm sorry, I missed that, what?

Teresa Lisbon:
That was your weed and your pills we found in the car, wasn't it?

Sydney Hanson:
You're the man, you figure it out.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Quietly] You son of a b*tch. You scared the crap out of me.

Patrick Jane:
Oh please. Like I don't know how to work a fat crowd of suckers.

George Doverton:
That was a Class 5-B Vault door. I was told that no one get through it. Insurance damn well had better pay!

Teresa Lisbon:
A good safe cracker can get through anything with the right tools and enough time.

Patrick Jane:
So it is usual that your uncle is here after closing?

Tom Doverton:
He's not our uncle.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, I'm sorry, uh, the man have sex with your aunt then.

Tom Doverton:
If I may say so, what I do very much resent is the tone of your questioning.

Teresa Lisbon:
I'm - sorry if we've offended you.

Patrick Jane:
No, don't say that. This is a murder investigation. I can be as hard assed as I'd like to be. Thank you.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Quietly to Jane] Actually it's not a murder investigation yet. If Mr. Warren dies, which seems likely, it'll *become* a murder investigation.

Patrick Jane:
Oh yeah, that's right. He's not dead. Uh... well I apologize for my rudeness. Heh.

Patrick Jane:
My provisional bet? Provisional? Carl Ward.

Grace Van Pelt:
Hello? He was shot 3 times.

Patrick Jane:
The best accomplice is a dead one.

Wayne Rigsby:
He's not dead.

Patrick Jane:
Nobody's perfect.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's it? Carl Ward is crooked because he got shot?

Patrick Jane:
He's an ex tennis pro.

Wayne Rigsby:
So?

Patrick Jane:
Shady people. By definition, disappointed. Should be on center court at Wimbledon, instead he's tossing lobs to rich old ladies. Makes him bitter and twisted.

Teresa Lisbon:
[sarcastically] Case closed.

Teresa Lisbon:
Showing the Dovertons to Donny Culpepper. You wanted to see if he recognized one of them, didn't you?

Patrick Jane:
You watch too much TV. I just thought there was no reason for Donny Culpepper to be here.

Teresa Lisbon:
Now that's just annoying. You're not putting any effort into the lie.

Patrick Jane:
[after Jane tries to smash a diamond with a Fire Extinguisher] I had a hunch it was a fake... Guess I was wrong about that.

Teresa Lisbon:
Uh yeah.

Coroner Pat:
Where is it?

Patrick Jane:
Well the good news is, it's not out there. So it's in here somewhere. I'll find it. Anyone see a little? [Jane makes a richochet noise] Nope.

Clinic Director:
I will be calling your superiors!

Patrick Jane:
You know a lot of people say that to me. And you know what I say, I say...

Teresa Lisbon:
[Dragging Jane out] Let's go!

Patrick Jane:
Rigsby put something in your pocket.

Grace Van Pelt:
Huh? [Van Pelt reaches into her pocket and pulls out a diamond] Wow! [Van Pelt looks at Rigsby]

Wayne Rigsby:
H-he's messing with you! [Van Pelt looks at Jane]

Patrick Jane:
Uh, it's compressed carbon. If you want to keep it, I don't know about Rigsby, but I wouldn't tell a soul.

Grace Van Pelt:
Is this all it's going to be? Sneaking around all the time, afraid someone's going to find out.

Wayne Rigsby:
No. It's just the bureau rules. Rules are rules, right?

Grace Van Pelt:
Maybe I'm sick of the rules.

Patrick Jane:
I deduce from the irritated tone of your phone conversation that I was right about Carl Ward.

Teresa Lisbon:
Half right.

Patrick Jane:
Go on.

Teresa Lisbon:
[reluctantly] His real name's Carl Wyzowski. He was in jail for kiting checks. He's got an ex-wife in Bayonne, New Jersey. She's owed $90,000 in back alimony.

Patrick Jane:
..."Half"?

Madeleine Hightower:
[to Rigsby, Van Pelt & Lisbon] You work together, you develop feelings. Nothing wrong with that. But you know very well it's against CBI rules, and like I tell my kids: rules are rules. If you want to stay together that's your choice, but one of you has to transfer out of the unit. If you both want to stay in the unit, then you can't be together. That's what it is. Give me your decision by tomorrow at the latest... Questions?

Grace Van Pelt:
No ma'am.

Patrick Jane:
There's no point in hiding your frustration with Hightower. I mean sooner or later, you're just going to explode, suppressed rage.

Teresa Lisbon:
With any luck, you'll be next to me.

Patrick Jane:
That's what I'm worried about.

Dolores Brinton:
Will the Tribal Police be with you?

Teresa Lisbon:
They're aware of the investigation. We'll keep them in the loop.

Dolores Brinton:
I should go with you.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's not necessary.

Dolores Brinton:
As far as some of them are concerned, you're foreigners. Foreigners with badges. You won't get anything. I'll get my coat.

Patrick Jane:
Excellent. Well, we've got ourselves a native guide.

Grace Van Pelt:
There's one piece of good news. We ran you through the fingerprints database. You're not up there.

Jane Doe:
How is that good news?

Grace Van Pelt:
It means you're not a criminal, or you're a very very good one.

Wayne Rigsby:
Like I said it's complicated.

Kimball Cho:
No it isn't. Which do you want more: job or Van Pelt?

Wayne Rigsby:
What? It's - it's not that easy.

Kimball Cho:
Sure it is.

Madeleine Hightower:
You certain?

Patrick Jane:
Well, certainty is the mother of fools.

Madeleine Hightower:
I guess it's you're way of saying you're unhappy with the way I'm handling Lisbon.

Patrick Jane:
We spend a lot of time together. And when she's unhappy, uh, I'm less happy. It's human nature.

Madeleine Hightower:
Yes, it is. I'll tell you what, Patrick. Why don't you let me handle my business my way, and then judge me by the results, and I'll let you handle yours your way... up to a point.

Patrick Jane:
That sounds fair... up to a point. Yeah, very fair. We done?

Teresa Lisbon:
So Mr. Silverwing is going to complain to our superiors in the strongest terms. Nice work.

Patrick Jane:
See? That's why I didn't bring you along. Deniability. How'd you know we were here?

Teresa Lisbon:
I had little tiny GPS trackers sewn into all your suits.

Patrick Jane:
For a second there, I almost believed you.

Patrick Jane:
List, I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I was going. I was trying to protect you. I knew I was going to stir things up, and what with Hightower all...

Teresa Lisbon:
Don't! Don't ever try to protect me. I can protect myself from Hightower, or anybody else!

Patrick Jane:
Ok.

Patrick Jane:
[after the culprits confesses and apologizes] Well, that's okay, then. As long as you're sorry. Maybe we'll just let you go... Kidding.

Grace Van Pelt:
You'd be leaving the unit - for us. I don't want the responsibility. You'll hate me for it. Maybe not today, but someday you will.

Wayne Rigsby:
No Grace, we...

Grace Van Pelt:
I'm sorry.

Madeleine Hightower:
You solved the triple, right?

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah.

Madeleine Hightower:
Nobody got hurt?

Patrick Jane:
No.

Madeleine Hightower:
Then to Hell with him! Got justice done... Keep up the good work.

Kimball Cho:
Go ahead.

Wayne Rigsby:
What?

Kimball Cho:
You always say something when O'Laughlin calls.

Wayne Rigsby:
There's nothing to say. I'm over it.

Kimball Cho:
Who are you and what have you done with Wayne Rigsby?

Teresa Lisbon:
Uh, people are bored because nobody's been killed that needs our help. It's a good thing when homocide detectives are bored.

Teresa Lisbon:
Red John already took Jane once and let him go. Why would he take him again?

Craig O'Laughlin:
He's a psycho. Who knows why he does what he does.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah, well he takes him a second time, I don't think he's coming back. So let's assume it's not Red John until we hear otherwise.

Craig O'Laughlin:
So, can you give me a run down on his enemies?

Madeleine Hightower:
You mean the bad guys, or the cops, lawyers - ?

Craig O'Laughlin:
He messed with cops that badly?

Madeleine Hightower:
Oh yes. But I don't think a cop would come after a citizen with Jane.

Dr. Linus Wagner:
Your friend Jane is very clever. But I don't think he realizes the rageful feeling his trickery can provoke. I've felt that rage. I've thought of various unpleasant things I would do to him. And right now someone is acting on thoughts like those. Aren't you worried what's being done to him? There are things so much worse than killing a man.

Teresa Lisbon:
You can go to Hell! And when they kill you, I'm going to be there to watch.

Patrick Jane:
You want me to be sorry? Okay, I am sorry. I'm sorry that the loss of your father drove you mad. But I don't regret what I did to him. He was a thief and a murderer - and I did everything to catch him because that's who I am.

Patrick Jane:
[Referring to a body] Rachel, could you please move that thing? Please. Please. Please, the stench is unbearable. O-over there. Anywhere. Just please, please move him. [Winger moves the body closer to Jane. Jane groans]

Sherry Winger:
Smell that.

Kittel:
Fine. Talk yourselves on outta here!... Go on. Get out! Go on!

Wayne Rigsby:
All right, this is how it's gonna go. On the count of three, I'm going to shoot you in the head.

Craig O'Laughlin:
Rigsby...

Wayne Rigsby:
No. That's my deal. Put the gun down or on three, I shoot you in the head. Are you ready? One...

Craig O'Laughlin:
Rigsby, take it easy, okay?

Wayne Rigsby:
Two... THREE!

Kittel:
[Puts down his rifle] Okay. Okay. Why do you have to be such a hard ass for?

Patrick Jane:
Lisbon, I'm sorry. This is my fault. I will not let you burn alive God as my witness.

Sherry Winger:
What did you do?

Patrick Jane:
I said I wouldn't let her burn. This way she won't suffer.

Sherry Winger:
SON OF A B*TCH! You think I won't hurt you more? [Winger grabs a cattle prod and attacks Jane] I can do this all night!

Wayne Rigsby:
O'Laughlin.

Craig O'Laughlin:
Yeah?

Wayne Rigsby:
Don't hurt her.

Craig O'Laughlin:
[Scoffs] Or what?

Wayne Rigsby:
Or you'll have to deal with me.

Teresa Lisbon:
I hate to be a buzzkill, Jane, but even if you could remember everybody you've ever met, what if Lorelei Martins is lying? What if you've never actually met Red John?

Patrick Jane:
I haven't just met him, I've shaken hands with him. And she wasn't lying, she didn't realise what she told me.

Teresa Lisbon:
Am I in that book?

Patrick Jane:
She said it's a wonder Red John and I didn't become friends. Now what we have, I consider a friendship. So, my friend, you are free and clear.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's a relief.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Pissed at Jane] You know what? You can write my name down in that book.

Tiffany Stark:
Mr. Dilmer's waiting for you in his office. Any interest in doing a tour of the model homes after your business is done?

Teresa Lisbon:
Are you serious?

Quinton Bosh:
Well, as I said, living room's exactly the same.

Patrick Jane:
Well, not exactly. I like it.

Quinton Bosh:
Good, good. Let's take a look at the extra bedroom.

Patrick Jane:
No, no need. I'm really feeling it here. I think I need to be alone with the house for a moment. You know just to check out its aura.

Quinton Bosh:
Aura?

Patrick Jane:
Yeah. Well I'm not gonna buy a house unless we have compatible auras.

Patrick Jane:
Something happened at the company retreat, something bad.

Teresa Lisbon:
What?

Patrick Jane:
We will ask whoever comes through that front door.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Jane wakes Lisbon up] What?

Patrick Jane:
It's okay. You were talking in your sleep.

Teresa Lisbon:
I was?

Patrick Jane:
And drooling a little.

Wayne Rigsby:
I know we've been cool. It's just... it feels like he knows.

Grace Van Pelt:
You're being paranoid.

Wayne Rigsby:
Just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean Jane doesn't know.

Teresa Lisbon:
Hey Bosco, what's up?

Sam Bosco:
You're not gonna like what I'm about to do, but you're gonna have to deal with it.

Teresa Lisbon:
What?

Patrick Jane:
Hey, Bosco.

Sam Bosco:
Hi Jane, you're under arrest.

Teresa Lisbon:
What the hell? What are you doing, Bosco?

Sam Bosco:
[to a member of his team] Hook him up!

Virgil Minelli:
Is this true, Jane? You were spying on Bosco's team?

Patrick Jane:
Spying is such an ugly word. More just keeping a friendly eye on things.

Patrick Jane:
Charge me. I'll see you in court. I'm not going to leave the CBI just cause you tell me to.

Sam Bosco:
If I charge you, you'll go to jail. Now. Today. And you can't apply for bail until Tuesday. So that's 3 days and nights in jail.

Patrick Jane:
That's a new experience. I welcome it.

Sam Bosco:
You and me, we always had a good working relationship. And I hope that can continue.

Teresa Lisbon:
Okay, I listened.

Sam Bosco:
So we're cool?

Teresa Lisbon:
You did what you thought was right. I need to think about it before I know we're cool.

Sam Bosco:
Okay... Fair enough.

Sam Bosco:
See that's my exact point. There *is* a problem. There is no rule bending in the CBI. You two guys are good agents, but Jane has corrupted you.

Wayne Rigsby:
No he hasn't.

Sam Bosco:
So you were ready to bend the rules *before* he got here?

Kimball Cho:
Thanks for your time.

Sam Bosco:
Nice talking to you.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's interesting, but you could have told me that on the phone.

Patrick Jane:
I needed a visitor. So I could get into the visitors' room.

Teresa Lisbon:
How I wish I had my gun.

Patrick Jane:
Crimefighting's hard. Suck it up.

Teresa Lisbon:
So? What'd you learn?

Patrick Jane:
Oh, that was just a control question. The next question I ask him is a critical question.

Teresa Lisbon:
You know what? I don't need my gun. I could just hit you with my chair.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, I think you'll find it's bolted to the floor.

Teresa Lisbon:
No. No. I was only saying that because that's what Rigsby and the guys were just saying. Uh, it's total nonsense. Sam Bosco is a happily married man. He hasn't the faintest interest in me that way. I have no influence on him whatsoever.

Patrick Jane:
The guys noticed it too? I'm impressed. He's very recessive in his passions. Hard to spot that he'd kill and die for you.

Teresa Lisbon:
Trust me. You are *way* off.

Patrick Jane:
Interesting puzzle you present. Lies and truth all mixed together.

Virgil Minelli:
Lisbon. I had a horrible dream. I dreamt that Jane escaped the County Jail. I dreamt that the Sheriff, the AG, and the District Super all called to *yell* at me. Now, you're going to wake me up, yes?

Teresa Lisbon:
I'm sorry, sir. I have no excuse for him. He is beyond out of line.

Patrick Jane:
[to the culprit] Uh, yes. It's me they're after, not you. And there is no DNA evidence either. That's scientific forensics. That's - that's very overrated. Thank you for the tea.

Teresa Lisbon:
Don't make me go there, Sam.

Sam Bosco:
What are you saying *exactly*?

Teresa Lisbon:
You know what I'm saying. I'll talk about what happened 8 years ago.

Sam Bosco:
You'd go there?... I don't believe you.

Teresa Lisbon:
Believe me. Here I am.

[final lines of the episode]

Patrick Jane:
I'm touched that you would risk your career for me. That means a lot to me.

Teresa Lisbon:
If you're right, and I'm not saying you are, it would mean I broke the trust of someone I respect and admire for your sake. If it is true, I would hope in the future, you'd be a little bit more mature and responsible in your behavior.

Patrick Jane:
I'm grateful and all, but let's not go crazy here.

Teresa Lisbon:
I should've let you rot in jail.

Ted Luscom:
You don't know it, but you people are just tools of the United Nations.

Patrick Jane:
Oh yeah, we know it. They told us last June, laid it all out.

Ted Luscom:
Say what?

Patrick Jane:
It was a change of policy. Had a big secretive meeting, told us exactly who we're working for. That, my friend, was an eye opener. I'll tell you, wow.

Ted Luscom:
Are you mocking me?

Ted Luscom:
I'm serious. [whispering] They told us the whole grand plan...

Teresa Lisbon:
Hush! Ignore him, Mr. Luscom.

Boo:
What you in for?

Patrick Jane:
Oh, me? Uh, eavesdropping on a state agent. You?

Boo:
They say I raped and murdered a guy, stabbed him to death.

Patrick Jane:
Oh.

Boo:
But it's not true.

Patrick Jane:
Well, that's good.

Boo:
We had consensual sex. THEN I stabbed him to death.

[on the phone]

Patrick Jane:
Agent Rigsby, CBI. I'm on my way to your location. I have a couple of questions I wanted to ask you first. Discreetly.

Roddy Gerber:
Yeah?

Patrick Jane:
I've heard from a couple of reliable sources that you and Kirby Hines were having an affair. Some kind of sexual relationship.

Roddy Gerber:
That's a damn lie!

Patrick Jane:
Are you sure, Roddy? Lying to a CBI agent is a very serious offense.

Roddy Gerber:
I was in the Marine Corps!

Patrick Jane:
Oh really? Well, that says it all. I'm ex-Army. Marine Corps suck eggs! But hey, no point in arguing over the phone. We'll sort this out when I get to your location. Semper Fi, sissy-britches!

Patrick Jane:
If you stopped seeing the world in terms of what you like and what you dislike, and saw things for what they truly are in themselves, you would find a great deal more peace in your life.

Michael Ridley:
You've misjudged me. I've done nothing wrong.

Patrick Jane:
You truly believe that, don't you?

Michael Ridley:
Of course I do.

Patrick Jane:
It's just business to you, all these women dead. It's just numbers on a spreadsheet, figures on your bottom line.

Michael Ridley:
First of all, I didn't kill anyone. But perhaps the man who did wasn't solely concerned with money. Perhaps he had a greater cause in mind. Perhaps the lives of these women were taken so that the lives of important men could be spared, scientists, leaders, philanthropists, people who shape the world.

Patrick Jane:
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to react to that.

Michael Ridley:
Oh, come on. It's just us. If anyone could understand that perspective, it's you.

Patrick Jane:
Well, you're right. I've worked with psychopaths and monsters for years, so, yes, I do understand your perspective... very well.

Teresa Lisbon:
Hey, Cho.

Kimball Cho:
Hey.

Teresa Lisbon:
You got a minute?

Kimball Cho:
What's up?

Teresa Lisbon:
I got offered a job... in DC.

Kimball Cho:
[surprised] You gonna take it?

Teresa Lisbon:
I don't know. Maybe. Don't tell anybody, all right?

Kimball Cho:
Okay. It'd be a great move, though.

Teresa Lisbon:
You think?

Kimball Cho:
Absolutely. You remember the first day we worked together?

Teresa Lisbon:
Sure.

Kimball Cho:
I almost quit.

Teresa Lisbon:
Really? Why?

Kimball Cho:
Rigsby [They both nearly laugh] And then I saw the way yo worked. I knew I had to stay. I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for you. Whatever decision you make, it's been an honour. [Lisbon looks touched. They hug]

J.J. LaRoche:
This place is creepy. If you think I'm going to search this dump by myself you are gravely mistaken.

Dennis Abbott:
Jane is making a sincere effort to fit in.

Kim Fischer:
No, he's not.

Dennis Abbott:
Look at what he gave me yesterday. [Shows her a robotic toy]

Kim Fischer:
A robot.

Dennis Abbott:
No, this is just not a robot. This is *Voltron*, okay? I used to love this when I was a kid.

Kim Fischer:
He *ditched* me.

Dennis Abbott:
That's not cool.

Kim Fischer:
No, that is far, far from cool.

Dennis Abbott:
Did Jane have something to say about it afterwards?

Kim Fischer:
Who knows! He hasn't responded to my texts or my phone calls ever since. Where do we draw the line? How far do we bend for this man?

Kimball Cho:
I just got off the phone with Jane. He says he needs a black helicopter, a convoy of vans, and whatever you have that looks most like a tank.

Chief Donner:
My people can handle this. No problem. California Bureau of Interference is what you are.

Patrick Jane:
Interference? That's witty.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Quietly to Jane] Stay out of this.

[to Donner]

Teresa Lisbon:
I'm sure your people are competent, Chief. We're simply following the AG's orders.

Teresa Lisbon:
We've closed more cases than any other unit in the CBI. But we don't keep score that way. It's not a contest.

Mike Brewster:
And you also - lead in the number of complaints and lawsuits filed.

Teresa Lisbon:
Okay, hold it. I thought we had an agreement. Brenda... word.

Patrick Jane:
Was she dating anyone?

Wilson:
A social life - Martha? No. She had a cat.

Patrick Jane:
[Picking up a picture of a cat] Ah yes.

Wilson:
But it died.

Patrick Jane:
Right.

Melba Walker Shannon:
[to Wilson] These people will be leaving now.

Patrick Jane:
I like the way you say that. Melba-like-the-toast. So tough and command. Let me tell you something. We are state law enforcement. And we leave when we want to leave.

Teresa Lisbon:
Thanks for your time.

Patrick Jane:
She wants to leave. See ya.

Teresa Lisbon:
You guys look into this Jasper character.

Patrick Jane:
Don't bother, he's a red herring.

Grace Van Pelt:
What does it mean anyway? "A red herring?"

Teresa Lisbon:
A red herring is what you look into regardless of what Jane tells you.

Kimball Cho:
So you're ambitious. How long you been doing the news here?

Mike Brewster:
8 years.

Kimball Cho:
Anchor?

Mike Brewster:
Mostly field work.

Kimball Cho:
So you're ambitious, but you haven't gotten very far.

Brenda Shettrick:
Agent Cho?

Kimball Cho:
Yeah?

Brenda Shettrick:
It is the specific request of the Deputy AG that your unit cooperate fully with the media.

Kimball Cho:
What's your point?

Grace Van Pelt:
I've learned about myself as well as about other people. Stuff I wish I didn't know sometimes.

Mike Brewster:
Stuff like?

Grace Van Pelt:
Why people do bad things do to one another. It's mainly because of secrets. Trying to hide the truth chips away at your spirit. Secrets... ruin relationships.

Patrick Jane:
It's horribly obvious when people are in a relationship. Impossible to hide, try though they might.

Teresa Lisbon:
So what's the deal? You know, I would think out of everybody, you'd be the most comfortable with the cameras.

Patrick Jane:
Last time I was in front of a camera, things uh, didn't turn out so well.

Teresa Lisbon:
Oh God, Jane. I'm sorry.

Patrick Jane:
You don't need to be sorry. And you're right. There's no reason not to be civil. I'm going to go apologize.

Jasper:
If I am branded a killer, everything I have fought for is discredited. People support me because I have respect for all living things.

Wayne Rigsby:
What would Jane want us to do in this situation, Cho? With his life in jeopardy.

Kimball Cho:
You know what he'd want us to do.

Wayne Rigsby:
Yep. Okay. I guess we have to go...

[Rigsby closes the blinds, and locks the door]

Wayne Rigsby:
...there.

Kimball Cho:
[Cho uncuffs Henrick] We should call an ambulance. It's procedure.

Wayne Rigsby:
Sure. They can set it fast and we can get straight back to questioning.

Bart Henrik:
Wait. Set what?

Kimball Cho:
Your arm, you broke it. Slipped on stairs.

Wayne Rigsby:
Yeah, your should be more careful, Henrik.

Wayne Rigsby:
So, uh, guys. I have something to say.

Grace Van Pelt:
*We* have something to say.

Wayne Rigsby:
Uh, life's too short for dishonest. Van P... Grace and I are... lovers.

Patrick Jane:
Well, it's a big secret, well kept.

Wayne Rigsby:
Maybe you knew, but nobody else did.

Kimball Cho:
I knew. Half the building knows.

Wayne Rigsby:
They do not!

Kimball Cho:
Yes they do.

Patrick Jane:
The only person who didn't know is glaring at you right now.

Teresa Lisbon:
*Now* I have to do something about it.

Mike Brewster:
Do you enjoy police work?

Patrick Jane:
Hm...

Mike Brewster:
Patrick?

Patrick Jane:
Uh, yeah, I'm thinking. Uh... yes and no... uh, yeah, sometimes... and sometimes not.

Mike Brewster:
Forget it, Steve. Why do you so dislike being filmed?

Patrick Jane:
[stands up and whispers] Because you're stealing my soul.

Mike Brewster:
You don't like being asked questions, do you? The team as a whole seems to have a problem with that.

Kimball Cho:
Is that a question?

Patrick Jane:
Someone took their time... Yeah, you're right.

Teresa Lisbon:
I didn't say anything.

Patrick Jane:
No, but you were thinking something. You were thinking whoever did this has killed before - many times.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yes, but I can't assume that.

Patrick Jane:
Trust your instincts, Lisbon.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, come on. You've been a cop for a long time. What you don't know is how much you know without knowing it. Take a guess and run with it.

Patrick Jane:
So James, what's your deal? You've devoted your life to the capture of a serial killer. That's either very saintly or very weird.

James Panzer:
That's a very odd notion coming from you. I know about you, Mr. Jane.

James Panzer:
Oh uh, congratulations by the way.

Patrick Jane:
Thank you. For what?

James Panzer:
You killed Red John.

Patrick Jane:
Oh right. Yes.

James Panzer:
What was it like?

Patrick Jane:
Yeah. uh, not as satisfying as you might think.

Patrick Jane:
You said he's a purist. A man who kills simply for the pleasure of it. I'm starting to think he's a deeply damaged man who kills our of a need for attention - neglected as a child, I guess. What do you think, Jim?

James Panzer:
Well, I think you couldn't be more wrong. Look, I know the San Joaquin Killer better than anyone, as you yourself have said. I've spent over a year inhabiting his mind. This man is brilliant. He's a genius who runs circles around the police... He's killed at will without repercussions. This man is to be feared - not pitied.

Teresa Lisbon:
Panzer knows everything about this case. We've got no forensic evidence and no eyewitnesses. How do you propose we catch him?

Patrick Jane:
We take away what he wants most.

FBI Agent Susan Darcy:
What sort of evidence do you have on Panzer?

Teresa Lisbon:
Well, nothing.

Patrick Jane:
Well nothing concrete. Not your kind of evidence.

FBI Agent Susan Darcy:
How about your kind of evidence?

Patrick Jane:
His medicine cabinet is too neat.

Teresa Lisbon:
You heard Wainright. Our hands our tied.

Patrick Jane:
Yeah... Maybe *yours* are.

James Panzer:
I know what you're doing. You think I'm stupid.

Patrick Jane:
Yes.

James Panzer:
You're not going to ruin this for me.

James Panzer:
Red John was an accomplished killer, no doubt. And I applaud you for ridding us of him. But there's no comparison to the San Joaquin Killer. Red John was a common sociopath: lazy, sloppy, delusional.

Patrick Jane:
You really have no idea what you're saying.

James Panzer:
Red John is dead! And the fact that he allowed himself to be caught and killed by you proves my point. Compared to SJK, Red John was nothing. An amaeture already forgotten.

Patrick Jane:
You're just going through the motions.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah, it's called police work.

Patrick Jane:
Well, why not try a fresh approach?

Teresa Lisbon:
Like what, tarot cards?

Teresa Lisbon:
Can you tell me where you were last night?

Richard Haibach:
Home alone all night. Why, was there another murder?

Teresa Lisbon:
I can't comment on an ongoing investigation, sir.

Richard Haibach:
That means there was one. I'm not dumb.

Teresa Lisbon:
Richard Haibach. You're under arrest.

Richard Haibach:
For what?

Grace Van Pelt:
We'll think of something.

Marshall Winston:
How am I supposed to know who you are? You're bangin' on my doors, "CBI! CBI!" Like that's supposed to mean somethin'?

Kimball Cho:
Yeah, we do need better brand awareness.

Asher MacLean:
I think you might show a little more respect.

Patrick Jane:
Respect for a...

Chief Elaine Brody:
There's a dead child here.

Patrick Jane:
Yes. Yes. He's dead. He doesn't care how I talk to you.

Kimball Cho:
No. This is like Spring Break Cancun compared to juvie.

Wayne Rigsby:
Wait. You were in Juvenile Hall? Seriously?

Kimball Cho:
Yeah. Didn't you read my file?

Wayne Rigsby:
No. Did you read mine?

Kimball Cho:
Of course.

Patrick Jane:
So what's the deal with Justin? Who disliked him?

Elliot:
Nobody. He was... fine.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, you say that like he was a prize jerk.

Marley:
No. He wouldn't win any prizes.

Patrick Jane:
I would've gotten more out of them, but you came back too quickly.

Teresa Lisbon:
Reality check: I'm your Supervising Agent. I'm not your decoy.

Teresa Lisbon:
Orrin, we can let this or or we can take it to the next level. And that's going to involve your parents and lawyers.

Bryan:
Z krew's got nothing to do with Justin's murder.

Teresa Lisbon:
Do you?

Bryan:
No! You want my guess?

Asher MacLean:
Guesswork is inappropriate for this sort of situation, Bryan.

Bryan:
Guesswork's okay.

Grace Van Pelt:
[Rigsby's soaking and half dressed] What happened to you?

Kimball Cho:
Old age.

Wayne Rigsby:
Shut up you. What are you doing here?

Grace Van Pelt:
Gee, thanks for the welcome.

Teresa Lisbon:
Chief Broady's setting up for a full scale search. So we should probably start looking in the woods around the school.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, that sounds horribly tedious. [Starts walking away] Shout if you need me.

Teresa Lisbon:
Go ahead. Relax. Enjoy yourself. God forbid you should do anything tedious.

Chief Elaine Brody:
[after slapping Asher] You miserable little pervert!

Teresa Lisbon:
That's enough Chief.

Asher MacLean:
She assaulted me!

Teresa Lisbon:
I don't think so. We're going back to Sacramento. Now we can either come of your own accord. Or we can arrest you. Which is it?

Patrick Jane:
[to Justin's parents] Your son died bravely. He saved a young girl in trouble. You should be very proud.

Patrick Jane:
What kind of tree is this?

Chief Elaine Brody:
Couldn't say.

Patrick Jane:
Smells good. So you're not a local?

Chief Elaine Brody:
Born five miles down the road. Just don't give a crap about trees.

Chief Elaine Brody:
Do you have any actual facts?

Patrick Jane:
Well, it's an actual fact that you dislike Mr. MacLean here because he's a tree-hugging, liberal wacko, who's probably running some kind of a cult, and he dislikes you because you're a small-minded provincial hayseed. Not that you are, necessarily. That's just what he thinks.

Patrick Jane:
Who's Zachariah?

Asher MacLean:
Who?

Patrick Jane:
Zachariah.

Asher MacLean:
Never heard of him. Who is he?

Patrick Jane:
Liar.

Asher MacLean:
Liar?

Patrick Jane:
Pants on fire. They're ablaze.

Patrick Jane:
I'd like to talk to Justin's friends.

Asher MacLean:
Of course. He was in Missy Jenkin's teaching pod. Bear in mind, I or one of my staff members need to be present when you talk with any of our students.

Patrick Jane:
You do?

Asher MacLean:
It's the law.

Patrick Jane:
Really?

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane what the hell are you playing at? You can't tie people up.

Patrick Jane:
I'm sorry.

Teresa Lisbon:
I should think you are. You'll be sorrier when I report this.

Wayne Rigsby:
So what does it say?

Kimball Cho:
What?

Wayne Rigsby:
My file.

Kimball Cho:
You didn't even read your own file?

Wayne Rigsby:
No. It's against the rules.

Kimball Cho:
You're kidding.

Wayne Rigsby:
I like rules. Why be a cop if you don't like rules? What did it say?

Kimball Cho:
You know what it says. It's your life. No surprises. Well, I didn't know you were adopted, but other than that...

Wayne Rigsby:
[Dumfounded] Adopted? What?

Kimball Cho:
Kidding.

Patrick Jane:
Name?

Orrin:
Orrin.

Patrick Jane:
Orrin. Watch me now. I'll demonstrate the power of telecognition. I will read your thoughts. [Stands close to Orrin, with his hands on either side of his head] Hmmm. You're thinking - "Gosh I hope he can't read my thoughts, because then he'll know that I was up in the woods with Justin Prentiss on the night before he died, throwing paint bombs at the ol' crazy man's door." [Stands and speaks normally] Orrin, that was kind of dumb. You should have thought of something A little more innocent.

Patrick Jane:
Zachariah and the Z krew.

Orrin:
Why should I tell you? You know what I'm thinking.

Patrick Jane:
Yes, but it would be more polite if you said it aloud, for their benefit. [Gestures to Lisbon and Maclean]

Wayne Rigsby:
Can I ask you something? Would you - have you ever read your coworker's personnel files

Grace Van Pelt:
[confused] Uh. No. Why?

Wayne Rigsby:
No. Good. Neither did I.

Elliot:
How did you know it was me?

Patrick Jane:
When Cassie brought Maclean tea in a cup with z's on it, That was a warning from you to keep his mouth shut. You were the first to bring forth the Zachariah story, And you've been at this school longer than anyone else, With no desire to leave. The sacred fire ceremony confirmed my hunch. Everybody else was scared that I was invoking Zachariah, But you you were contemptuous and cynical. A true artist watching a cheap imitator. Until fear made you a believer. It can do that to you.

J.J. LaRoche:
If I don't like what you have to say, you could walk out of this room charged with murder. Do you understand that?

Wayne Rigsby:
Yes.

Steve Rigsby:
Don't go too easy on him.

Wayne Rigsby:
No parental advice, thanks.

Steve Rigsby:
What you got to complain about? I did my job.

Wayne Rigsby:
You did your job...

Steve Rigsby:
That's right. You're still here. You're a man of respect. Go around all over the places with a legit weapon. You got a handsome son. I did a good job.

Nurse:
Excuse me, can I help you?

Patrick Jane:
There was a man attached to this needle. Have you seen him?

Teresa Lisbon:
Agent LaRoche.

J.J. LaRoche:
Lisbon. Jane.

Patrick Jane:
Hmm, yes. It's the man who watches the watchman. How's tricks?

J.J. LaRoche:
You tell me.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, you'll get nothing from me, copper. I'm no rat.

Teresa Lisbon:
So, what's your report gonna say?

J.J. LaRoche:
It will say that agent Risgby acted appropriately and with sound judgment when he used lethal force against Moss. Good work. You got away with it.

Patrick Jane:
Me?

J.J. LaRoche:
Well I can't make a case, but you chose a remote location for the meeting, you set up a situation in where Moss had to flee. And there, by chance, was Risgby.

Patrick Jane:
Well, I'm flattered. You flatter me, but I can't take credit for that.

Teresa Lisbon:
Moss didn't have to run, I would have brought him in.

J.J. LaRoche:
The plan did require Moss to put his own head in the noose. Small gamble Jane had to make to keep everyone's hands clean.

Teresa Lisbon:
Moss fired his gun!

J.J. LaRoche:
So you all say. And, of course, Moss can't tell his version. And now Rigsby has taken perfectly legal revenge against the man who killed his father. You think it will effect him?

Patrick Jane:
Well I think it's better to regret something you did than something you didn't do.

Teresa Lisbon:
Anybody see anything?

Wayne Rigsby:
Well, we've got an SFPD cam, but so far nothing. Just an average night.

Patrick Jane:
Average night, average neighborhood, average murder. Why are we here?

Patrick Jane:
It's not a deterrent really. It's - it's revenge really. I mean, that's not a criticism, cause I'm all about revenge. I mean revenge can be very productive.

Patrick Jane:
He'll kill again. You - you know what he is, Lisbon.

Teresa Lisbon:
Knowing isn't proving. Rigsby, have Cho set up on Silvan's house, 24-hour surveillance. If he shows up, have Cho follow and maybe we'll get lucky.

Wayne Rigsby:
Okay.

Patrick Jane:
This - this is ridiculous. I...

Teresa Lisbon:
I know.

Patrick Jane:
I'm going to go with Cho.

Teresa Lisbon:
Crime fighting's hard. Suck it up. If you weren't on the witness list, I wouldn't even let you in the same time zone as Judge Dredd.

Patrick Jane:
"Judge Dredd"? Can't possibly be as fun as it sounds.

Patrick Jane:
[Referring to the defense attorney] Well, I'm - I'm sorry, your honor. But this woman is spouting nothing but ludicrous petty fogery, and uh, I'm a little hungry.

Teresa Lisbon:
Your honor, if you'll let me down, I can handle it.

Judge Hildred:
Mr. Jane, that is your name correct?

Patrick Jane:
That is correct. Patrick Jane.

Teresa Lisbon:
This court hereby fines you $1000.

Patrick Jane:
Make it $2000, and let me tell this class of woman to move it along.

Judge Hildred:
$2000 then!

ADA Marc Odenthal:
You let a killer back on the streets.

Patrick Jane:
Actually, I got the killer off the streets. Keeping him off the streets, *your* job.

Special Agent Madeleine Hightower:
I thought you two trusted each other.

Teresa Lisbon:
So did I.

Patrick Jane:
We do. We have trust. I-I didnt' tell her because I didn't want her to be complicent and lie about it later.

Special Agent Madeleine Hightower:
Some partnership you got going on here.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, come on. Look at the bright side, you get 5 days off. 5 days off from me.

Teresa Lisbon:
Cho, you're in charge. He's your problem now.

Patrick Jane:
[about to enter a warehouse] You wouldn't want me to get hurt, would you?

Teresa Lisbon:
Don't bet on it.

Teresa Lisbon:
Call Cho, I'm not even armed.

Patrick Jane:
More lies. You have at least 2 guns in that car... 3? Oh my. The poster girl for the NRA.

Teresa Lisbon:
Patrick, you were trying to help me. You were! You thought if I made a big bust, the POC would get off my back.

Patrick Jane:
You know, I'm always going to save you Lisbon. Whether you like it or not.

Teresa Lisbon:
I don't need to be saved. I know this would end in disaster the day I signed on with you. One day, I'm going to get fired because of you. That's just the way it is.

Patrick Jane:
Well, some people might ask why you signed on with me in the first place.

Teresa Lisbon:
Catch a lot of bad guys. Most days that's enough.

Patrick Jane:
You know, I could be my own lawyer.

Kimball Cho:
You're going to represent yourself? You represent yourself, you're an idiot.

Patrick Jane:
Uh, actually, it's "He who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client". It's much catchier. Could be fun, Cho.

Patrick Jane:
Well, we caught the bad guy.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yes, we did.

Patrick Jane:
Most days that's enough.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yep.

Patrick Jane:
You, uh, want to go to the range... shoot something?

Teresa Lisbon:
I'll drive.

Lydia Bibb:
I threw a flower into the ocean for her.

Patrick Jane:
You did?

Lydia Bibb:
It's an old island custom. My mother said it sent a message to your people who had passed over. I mean, I know the girl isn't my family, but I think it'll still work, don't you?

Patrick Jane:
Well, it can't hurt.

Lydia Bibb:
You think I'm a foolish old woman, but I'll tell you this. I feel better. I feel like I did Something to give that girl some peace

Kimball Cho:
I don't want to talk about your feelings.

Wayne Rigsby:
Good, neither do I.

Patrick Jane:
[Findng Trina's treehouse] What do you know, huh? I wonder why you doubt me, Lisbon. [Loudly] Trina, you there?

Teresa Lisbon:
Sweetie, it's all right. We're with the CBI.

Patrick Jane:
I know it sounds made up, but we-we have a website and everything.

LaRoche.:
I need assistance with my investigation into his murder. I need someone... trustworthy.

Grace Van Pelt:
"Assistance?" You have a whole unit.

LaRoche.:
I need you.

Grace Van Pelt:
Me? Do you have suspect?... Is it someone I work with?

LaRoche.:
We'll discuss the specifics at a later point. But essentially, all you have to do is keep your eyes open, and at a later point you might be asked to wear a wire.

Patrick Jane:
[to Aunt Jodie as she's smoking] Every time you breathe that breath of putrid smoke, remember this: this is a fat rich tobacco executive thinking what a fool you are every time you breathe that smoke. Laughing at you, with his fat jowels wobbing with glee. Do you see him? [Aunt Jodie nods]

Marshal Gorman:
[after Jane bets he can find the location in less than a minute] Wicked good job, if you're right.

Patrick Jane:
Thanks.

Marshal Gorman:
But I'm not paying up until the guy's in cuffs.

Patrick Jane:
Well, just so you know, I prefer cash.

Aunt Jodie:
[to Lisbon about Jane] What is he doing? Could you please control your man?

Patrick Jane:
Oh believe me, she's tried.

Teresa Lisbon:
We'll protect her.

Aunt Jodie:
Like you protected her father?

Patrick Jane:
Go ahead, tell your aunt.

Trina:
It's my dad who died, not yours.

Aunt Jodie:
Trina...

Trina:
You won't let me do this, I'll never forgive you. I swear!

LaRoche.:
[to Van Pelt] A killer works in the CBI. You pass each other in the halls. You share information. You might well put your life into this person's hands. I find it bothersome that you seem fine with that.

Grace Van Pelt:
I thought you heard my news already. And I really wanted to tell you myself. [Van Pelt sighs] Craig asked me to marry him and I said yes. [Van Pelt shows Rigsby her engagement ring]

Wayne Rigsby:
That's... wonderful, Grace. [Rigsby hugs Van Pelt] That's terrific news. He's a great guy.

Patrick Jane:
It was self-defense.

Teresa Lisbon:
Exactly, and if it was self-defense, she'll be acquitted.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, and the courts never get it wrong. The system never chews people up.

Teresa Lisbon:
We *are* the system, Jane. We get it right most of the time.

Patrick Jane:
Shine your flashlight up into the trees.

Teresa Lisbon:
Why?

Patrick Jane:
Because I like the effect it has on the leaves.

Elise Chaye:
[to Lisbon] I like putting faces to names. Um, I have to ask you. Patrick Jane...

Patrick Jane:
[Lying on the couch] Over here.

Elise Chaye:
Oh. Hi.

Patrick Jane:
Hi.

Elise Chaye:
[Quietly to Lisbon] I thought he'd look scarier.

Kimball Cho:
[Rigsby keeps flipping a coin] You're not getting enough sex with Van Pelt.

Wayne Rigsby:
[Rising up] Hey. Shh. We don't talk about that.

Grace Van Pelt:
But he was your friend.

Kimball Cho:
He was a gangbanger, Van Pelt. Bangers get shot. All right? He's not the first person I used to know to get shot, he won't be the last.

Gangster:
I don't talk to cops.

Kimball Cho:
I'm not a cop tonight. [Opens his jacket to show he's not wearing a badge] No badge. Now where is he?... I'm not leaving until I get an answer from you. [Chow the ganster's arm] I'm going to ask you one more time, where KS is. You don't tell me, I'm gonna break your arm!

Kimball Cho:
Did you kill David Seung?

KS:
Who? [Cho kicks him] Good to see you too, bro. Haven't changed much.

KS:
You're a cop. You'll what the man tells you.

Kimball Cho:
I'll do what needs to be done. You know that.

Kimball Cho:
[as Rigsby joins them] Why'd you call him?

Patrick Jane:
Oh, um, you're an unreliable partner. I nearly got shot.

Kimball Cho:
So Jane's right. It was you.

Frank Rodriguez:
No!

Kimball Cho:
Oh, Frank, don't make me kill you too. Now tell me the truth. You tell me the truth and I won't hurt you.

Kimball Cho:
Mr. Reed, I apologize for accussing of several crimes I knew you had not committed. And for assaulting you, repeatedly.

Adam Reed:
That's it?

Patrick Jane:
Yes. That's it. I thought that was very good.

Kimball Cho:
[to Mrs. Seung] When I learned he had been killed, I didn't want to admit that... maybe he had turned his life around. Because that would mean that I let him down. [In Korean] I'm sorry, Mrs. Seung. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.

Teresa Lisbon:
Speaking of mental facilities, have you seen Jane? I need to talk to him.

Patrick Jane:
Really? A Decision Science Consultant?

Teresa Lisbon:
Don't start. This goes way above us. We're good to the Feds, the Feds will be good to us. When in doubt don't act out.

Patrick Jane:
You just made a rhyme. When am I ever in doubt?

Teresa Lisbon:
Seriously. You start trouble and I will...

Patrick Jane:
Burst my bubble.

Donald Beechum:
Valerie was always thinking she saw me being too friendly with our female guests.

Grace Van Pelt:
What did she see?

Donald Beechum:
Me comforting them. Never discount the power of healing touch.

Kimball Cho:
So how often are you healing homeless women around here?

Donald Beechum:
Don't make it sound so sordid.

Grace Van Pelt:
If there was nothing wrong, your wife would be standing here.

Patrick Jane:
[Calling Lisbon on his cellphone] Lisbon, yes. I ditched you. Uh, I must confess. Look at the bright side, I left you with a car this time... There's no need to be so grumpy, it's okay.

Patrick Jane:
[to Montague] Turn the supercomputer off. Sit back enjoy the ride - and the company if possible.

Patrick Jane:
Why can't a notion, a thought, or an idea just hang out there for a moment? Just hang?

Dr. Montague:
Because life is order and sequence. Death is disorder entropy.

Teresa Lisbon:
[to Jane and Montague after arrest Coffey] Darn! With him in the back, there won't be any room for you two.

Patrick Jane:
Well, how are we going to get back?

Teresa Lisbon:
Take the bus!

Patrick Jane:
He was our driver.

Teresa Lisbon:
[after closing the door] What did you just say?

Patrick Jane:
I wrote the letter from the Caveman.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah, I heard you the first time.

Patrick Jane:
Why did you ask me to say it again?

Teresa Lisbon:
It was a rhetorical question!

Dr. Montague:
I don't need to conduct an analysis to see that you're still in love with someone else. The probability of us having a successful relationship is no more than 20%.

Wayne Rigsby:
20%?

Dr. Montague:
Tops.

Patrick Jane:
[uncovering a dead body] Ah, it's a foot!

Kimball Cho:
How do you stalk a chicken?

Teresa Lisbon:
[after pinching Jane] I'll do worse if you don't stop mouthing off to people who are trying to help you.

Kimball Cho:
How is he?

Teresa Lisbon:
Guess what, he's a bad patient.

Patrick Jane:
I'm not a bad patient. She's a bad visitor.

Patrick Jane:
Oh please don't look at each other like that.

Teresa Lisbon:
Like what? You can't see.

Patrick Jane:
I can feel. I can feel your pity.

Terry Andrews:
[after knocking down Rigsby] You want some too?

Teresa Lisbon:
No, thank you.

[Lisbon tasers Andrews]

Grace Van Pelt:
Hey, aren't you supposed to be in the hospital?

Patrick Jane:
Nope.

Grace Van Pelt:
Yes. You are.

Patrick Jane:
No. They had enough of me. Can't say I blame 'em.

Grace Van Pelt:
And no offense, but why is my person life have any concern to you? Or Rigsby, for that matter?

Patrick Jane:
Who me? I'm just nosy. But Rigsby, he loves you... He's just scared of emotional committment. And you're attracted to him, but you're deeply repressed and emotionally shutdown.

Virgil Minelli:
Someone did try to kill him, remember? We can protect him better here.

Patrick Jane:
Thank you, Virgil.

Virgil Minelli:
Okay, but this is a favor. If you die in this department, I'm responsible. I do all the paperwork. In fact, if he does die for whatever reason, move him to a public area, would you? I'd be very grateful.

Patrick Jane:
[after Lisbon save Jane and Van Pelt] What? What happened? Something good happened?

Teresa Lisbon:
Didn't I say "No excitement of any kind?"

Patrick Jane:
[Removing his glasses] Oh, you have no notion how good it is to see your face, Rigsby.

Teresa Lisbon:
Rigsby?

Patrick Jane:
Aaah

[laughs]

Teresa Lisbon:
Huh? You're funny.

Patrick Jane:
[to an angry bouncer] Can I hold your hand?

Teresa Lisbon:
[bursting into room] Jane?

Patrick Jane:
Oh... oh, that was loud. That scared me.

Patrick Jane:
Andrews didn't do it.

Teresa Lisbon:
Did you sense that with your superpowers?

Patrick Jane:
Yes. I did. He's filled with anger, but not fearful, guilty, murderous anger, that has a tang of ammonia about it. His is a more clean, righteous anger. Lemony.

Teresa Lisbon:
Lemony.

Patrick Jane:
This blind thing really works. Without my vision, I can tune into my other senses much more clearly.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's great. Let me go make you a superhero costume. What do you want to be called?

Teresa Lisbon:
I'll do worse if you don't stop mouthing off to people who are trying to help you!

Patrick Jane:
Pinched me!

Kimball Cho:
How is he?

Teresa Lisbon:
Guess what? He's a bad patient.

Kimball Cho:
Who'd have thought.

Patrick Jane:
I'm not a bad patient, she's a bad visitor.

Patrick Jane:
[to Lisbon] I bet your pension this has something to do with the fight.

Len Artash:
But Manny and Merriman were in the cage when she was shot.

Patrick Jane:
Are you a detective?

Len Artash:
No.

Patrick Jane:
Well then...

Patrick Jane:
Either you are a genius manipulator concealing your complicity in the case or you're a... dimly lit clown. Which is it? [Jane leaves. ]

Rowdy Merriman:
Come back over here!

Patrick Jane:
[as he's passing a security guard] You were right big man.

Rowdy Merriman:
[Chasing after Jane] Say that again you son of a b*tch! Why don't you come back here and see what running your mouth gonna getcha.

Joe Reyes:
You ust cannot escape the sins of the past. All you can do is ask the Lord's guidance and and keep on man.

Tom Mitchell:
I apologized to her only last week teaching her a dying profession. Journalism's dying, you know? All this... internet.

Floyd Benton:
Police aren't you?

Patrick Jane:
How'd you know?

Floyd Benton:
Police and fine women always think they got a right to be where they at. You ain't no fine woman.

Patrick Jane:
[Quietly to Merriman] I think you like getting beat up. A little masochistic streak there, huh?

Teresa Lisbon:
[a fight breaks out between Merriman and Manny] Thanks for that. Thanks

Wayne Rigsby:
If LaRoche finds out about this, my career is over.

Kimball Cho:
Yeah, it is. Unless I lie as well. Back you up, right?

Wayne Rigsby:
I'm sorry man. I know I've put you in a bad spot.

Kimball Cho:
I've been a cop close to 10 years. Never lied to another cop - not once!

Wayne Rigsby:
Look, I'm not asking you to lie now. I just - I want you to do what you think is right.

Kimball Cho:
Yeah. [Gets in the car]

Wayne Rigsby:
So what are you going to do?

Kimball Cho:
I'm not going to lie for you.

Teresa Lisbon:
You gotta feel for the guy. He lost his livelihood.

Patrick Jane:
Meh. He lost a life of getting hit in the head. But he got his marriage back. Seems like a fair trade to me.

Teresa Lisbon:
Aren't you the romantic.

Patrick Jane:
Makes the world go around.

Big Man:
You don't want to go back there.

Patrick Jane:
[waves his hand, imitating Ben Kenobi in "Star Wars: A New Hope"] These aren't the droids you're looking for. [continues walking by as Big Man looks perplexed]

Patrick Jane:
She does the detecting and I do the insulting.

Teresa Lisbon:
Golf. I don't get it.

Patrick Jane:
Pointless. Absurd repetitive activity. Very good for clearing the mind. All these stalls here - mental washing machines.

Teresa Lisbon:
Are you for real? We've had to endure your surprise visits for months. You've named your killer. She's on the run. Why do you keep showing up at my crime scenes?

LaRoche:
Because this morning I...

Teresa Lisbon:
I don't even want to hear it! The second Hightower's replacement is annouced, I am going to put in a formal request to keep you away from me!

LaRoche:
As I was saying, this morning I was assigned to take over Hightower's duties, which includes overseeing this team.

Patrick Jane:
Oopsy-daisy.

LaRoche:
I appreciate your candor, and I'm going to honor your request. Agent Cho.

Kimball Cho:
Yeah?

LaRoche:
I'm putting you in charge of the team as of right now. Agent Lisbon, you report to Cho. Good day.

Kimball Cho:
If I'm in charge, I have to be in charge for real.

Teresa Lisbon:
I will back you 100%. You're a senior agent. Show 'em what you've got.

Kimball Cho:
You sure?

Teresa Lisbon:
I'm positive. I'll clear out my office for you this afternoon.

Kimball Cho:
I don't want your office.

Teresa Lisbon:
I told you it's o...

Kimball Cho:
I prefer no walls between me and my team.

Francine Trent:
Are you the CBI Agents?

Patrick Jane:
Yes. She does the detecting, and I do the insulting.

Teresa Lisbon:
Uh, consulting.

Patrick Jane:
That too.

Wayne Rigsby:
So listen, delicate question.

Kimball Cho:
Yes.

Wayne Rigsby:
Thursday quiz nights: strictly no bosses as you know. Should we give your spot to Lisbon? Feels kind of weird.

Kimball Cho:
Do what you feel is right.

Wayne Rigsby:
Or should we just hang on to your spot - in case you screw up. [Cho glares at Rigsby] It's just a joke.

Kimball Cho:
Yeah, funny.

Wayne Rigsby:
You're gonna make a Hell of a boss, man. I'm already scared of you.

Patrick Jane:
I'm off to the cafeteria for something deliciously suspended in gelatin.

Teresa Lisbon:
I'm not even going to ask you where you're really going. You want to know why?... I don't have to know.

Kimball Cho:
Listen boss.

Teresa Lisbon:
Don't call me "boss." I'm not your boss. You're my boss.

Teresa Lisbon:
Wasn't my catch. Cho gets the credit. He's a good leader. You were right about him.

LaRoche:
I'll include your sentiments in his file, as well as an accomodation in your own.

Teresa Lisbon:
Thank you.

LaRoche:
You are back in charge of your team, effective immediately.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Quietly] What? [pause. Then louder] What?

LaRoche:
You're back in charge.

Teresa Lisbon:
No, I heard you... Why was I pulled off in the first place?

LaRoche:
Maybe I was messing with you... And it showed you I won't tolerate any disrespect... That'll be all.

Nurse Gloria:
[Over the PA system] Patrick Jane to O.R. 8, stat. If you can hear my voice, Patrick, move your ass to O.R. 8.

Teresa Lisbon:
Now that Quick's been fired for trading an MRI machine for a kidney, let's hope that the hospital's transplant program stays on the up-and-up.

Kimball Cho:
Yeah, there's an endless supply of doctors like Quick in the world.

Teresa Lisbon:
Way to see the bright side.

Teresa Lisbon:
I want you to know that my re-instatement is in no way a reflection of your abilities. You did a great job.

Kimball Cho:
I know. [Loudly] Hey guys, come on in.

Wayne Rigsby:
[Rigsby and Van Pelt enter] So we have a question.

Teresa Lisbon:
If there's a group hug coming, I am so out of here.

Grace Van Pelt:
[Van Pelt chuckles] No hugs. We're going out for a drink to celebrate the return of Cho. Want to join us?

Teresa Lisbon:
Guys, thank you. I can't I got a lot of paperwork to do, and there's a management meeting. Next time.

Wayne Rigsby:
Right.

Grace Van Pelt:
Good night.

Wayne Rigsby:
Next time. Good night.

Kimball Cho:
Night, boss.

Teresa Lisbon:
[the team leaves] The price of power.

Dr. Evan Quick:
Well, this is hardly the venue.

Patrick Jane:
Au contraire, this is just the venue. A room full of professionals who prescribe drugs they know little about to cure diseases they know less about for people they know nothing about. [Turns and looks at Lisbon] And they call ME a fraud.

Patrick Jane:
You're right. I have forgotten how to act like a normal human being. And I play games and I lie and I trick people to avoid the truth of how I feel. And the idea of letting anyone close to me is terrifying for obvious reasons, but the truth, Teresa, is that I can't imagine waking up, knowing that I won't see you. The truth is... I love you. Whew! You can't imagine how good it feels to say that out loud, but it scares me... and it is the truth. It is the truth of what I feel.

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane, it's too late.

Patrick Jane:
Maybe, and I understand, that's OK. I needed to get to this, and you deserve to hear it.

U.S Air Marshall:
Put your hands in the air right now, do it!

Patrick Jane:
I love you, Teresa. And it makes me happy to be able to say that to you. [to the plane passengers, as he is leaving] I love her. That woman in 12B... I love her. You take care of her!

Teresa Lisbon:
I'm sorry, that was embarrassing.

Passenger on Plane:
Oh, shush, honey. Every woman on this plane is green with envy.

Teresa Lisbon:
This is another fine pickle you've gotten yourself in, huh?

Patrick Jane:
Eh, I've seen worse, pickle-wise.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yes, you have... How's the ankle?

Patrick Jane:
Oh, it's fine... You didn't go to D.C.

Teresa Lisbon:
No. Did you mean what you said?

Patrick Jane:
Yes, I did.

Teresa Lisbon:
Good.

Patrick Jane:
Just to be clear, we're talking about pickles, right?

Teresa Lisbon:
No. No. The other thing.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, that.

Teresa Lisbon:
This is no joking matter.

Patrick Jane:
Yes, I meant what I said, every word of it.

Teresa Lisbon:
Good. Because I feel the same way.

Patrick Jane:
[smiles] Well, that's lucky. What about Pike?

Teresa Lisbon:
He'll understand. Say it again.

Patrick Jane:
Say what again?

Teresa Lisbon:
[arches brow meaningfully]

Patrick Jane:
[he leans across the table and kisses Teresa]

TSA Agent:
[knocks on window] Hey, quit that!

Kimball Cho:
[about Lisbon] It's weird how mad she got. I mean, Jane's pulled way worse stunts than this. He buried a man alive once.

Dennis Abbott:
Really?

Kimball Cho:
She wasn't nearly as angry as this.

Patrick Jane:
You came to seek revenge, too, huh? I shouldn't have made the clue so easy.

Dennis Abbott:
He stood in my office, looked me in the eye, and lied to me, and I bought it.

Kimball Cho:
Don't feel bad. Jane could sell cats to mice.

Dennis Abbott:
Oh, speak of the devil, a text from Jane. "Soz". Soz?

Kimball Cho:
SOS!

Patrick Jane:
Listen, ladies, all you've done so far is wave a gun around. That's no big deal, huh? No one's calling you killers.

Wes Baxter:
I am.

Patrick Jane:
Shhh.

Patrick Jane:
I need your car keys. I got to get to the airport. It's an emergency.

Dennis Abbott:
Where's Lisbon?

Patrick Jane:
She's at the airport.

Dennis Abbott:
Oh, I see.

[Gives his keys to Jane]

Patrick Jane:
Thank you.

[Starts to leave]

Dennis Abbott:
Hey, hey, hey. You want to give us some guidance?

Patrick Jane:
Uh, those two...

[Points to Monica and Tanya]

Patrick Jane:
...Are the bad guys.

[Points to Baxter and Randolph]

Patrick Jane:
They're the good guys. And blonde's an embezzler, I suspect.

Teresa Lisbon:
What's going on?

Patrick Jane:
Okay, so I went to buy some tacos at that great truck on Juarez. You know the one?

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah.

Patrick Jane:
Anyhow, I bumped into this big guy. He drops his shopping bags. And it's obvious from what spilled out that he's keeping a woman captive. So I followed him. He went in there, in that guest house. Now, normally, I would take care of this, but this guy's sketchy.

Teresa Lisbon:
What was in the shopping bags?

Patrick Jane:
All sorts of stuff - duct tape, women's vitamins.

Teresa Lisbon:
You brought me out here for duct tape?

Dennis Abbott:
Oh, office scuttlebutt says that your new guy is ditching us for the D.C. office and maybe you're going with him.

Teresa Lisbon:
Oh. Huh. Who told you about that?

Dennis Abbott:
Well, you know, I hear about things. Are you going with him? We'd miss you.

Teresa Lisbon:
To be honest, sir, I don't know.

Dennis Abbott:
Hmm. What does Jane have to say about this?

Teresa Lisbon:
If he wants to talk about it, he can. But he hasn't, so I'm sure he's fine with it.

Dennis Abbott:
Well, maybe he doesn't know.

Teresa Lisbon:
He's Jane. Of course he knows. Remember, Jane is a psychic.

Dennis Abbott:
A *pretend* psychic. If you haven't told him, chances are he doesn't know.

Teresa Lisbon:
I loved that movie. Classic movies are the best.

Agent Marcus Pike:
You fell asleep.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's how you can tell I liked it.

Teresa Lisbon:
Hey. About that question.

Agent Marcus Pike:
Was that "do you like butter with your popcorn?" or "will you come with me to D. C.?"

Jason Wylie:
Scanning long-range frequencies is like... I don't have a metaphor. It's hard.

Amber:
That's a very clever trick.

Patrick Jane:
It's not rocket surgery.

Teresa Lisbon:
SAC PD will want to talk to you about Landon Wale, and KRAM. There are some fraud charges pending.

Danny Ruskin:
[Slight chuckle] Fraud charge is *very* hard to prove, especially when nothing changed hands. In fact, now that I think of it, I'm actually innocent.

Teresa Lisbon:
Whatever. They're on their way.

[Danny starts to panic]

Patrick Jane:
I believe she's telling you to scram.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's not what I said.

[Danny leaves]

Patrick Jane:
Thank you, Lisbon.

Teresa Lisbon:
I didn't hear that.

Patrick Jane:
Thank you Lisbon

Teresa Lisbon:
I can't hear anything

Patrick Jane:
No no no no no you're going about it all wrong detective, you're coming straight outta the gate with bad cop. I mean, you do a good bad cop, you are intimidating, I'm not gonna lie to you. But-but now let's bring good cop out. He's nicer, more pleasant, we build a rapport, you... maybe you say something like "are you thirsty?" and I say "I'd love a cup of tea."

Teresa Lisbon:
Detective, can you uncuff this one now please?

Detective Reece:
He's still a suspect.

Teresa Lisbon:
He is not gonna leave town; release him into my custody, you know he's not good for it, zero connection to the victim.

Patrick Jane:
Nada, niente, zip, nought... I could go on.

Teresa Lisbon:
I am reaching out to you Detective, I know this man and I know he's telling the truth about what happened.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Outside] The truth, now!

Patrick Jane:
Beg your pardon?

Teresa Lisbon:
Talk or I will give you back to Detective Reece, seriously!

Patrick Jane:
But uh, my wife, she uh, she didn't want any part of it.

Teresa Lisbon:
Why?

Patrick Jane:
Carny's are good people. But uh, you know, you're either with the show or you're not. There's - there's nowhere in the middle. And if you're not with the show, then you're a mark. You're a sucker. And she didn't like that.

Samantha:
[about Lisbon] What's with the State Trooper?

Pete:
Yeah, it's like unreal, huh? A Jane working with the law.

Samantha:
Danny doesn't always do what's best for his own best interest. Tendency to outfox himself.

Patrick Jane:
True. But he asked for my help. That's what I'm giving him.

Patrick Jane:
[to Van Pelt] If this were for real, this old fox would have stripped you bare. [Jane hands some jewelry back to Van Pelt]

Nicki:
This sweet piece of fruit is a cop? Damn! Guess I'm losing my touch.

Teresa Lisbon:
[On the cellphone] Jane, you have to come in. Danny could be dangerous. We're not looking to use deadly force, but things happen. It's not safe for you.

Patrick Jane:
Getting close to nabbing him, are you? Oh, that's good to know. Well, may the best man win, Lisbon.

Trixie:
[Quietly] Hey, you're Patrick's friend, right?

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah.

Trixie:
He said to tell you he's really really sorry about all this.

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane's with Danny?

Trixie:
Jane? No. It was a man, Patrick.

Patrick Jane:
She didn't want the carny life. She hated it. She wanted to get out. We - we both did. And you know how hard that is. That was - that was our thing. That's what we did together. We - we escaped.

Danny Ruskin:
Nice escape plan, bro. You got her killed!

Patrick Jane:
Thanks for reminding me.

Patrick Jane:
I just - I hope that one day you will uh, forgive me. And maybe one day, I'll forgive myself.

Danny Ruskin:
Forgive you?

Patrick Jane:
Not for my sake, for yours. Because hating me is just a waste of your energy. It's pointless. Just - move on. Drop it. Find something to love.

Teresa Lisbon:
You're untrustworthy. It's my job not to trust you.

Patrick Jane:
Lisbon. I want you to know that you can trust me. No matter what happens I will be there for you. I will. I need you to know that. Now can I catch you?

Rand Faulk:
Joe, is it?

Patrick Jane:
Jane, like the girl.

Rand Faulk:
Jane...

Patrick Jane:
Mr... Jane.

Rand Faulk:
Agent Lisbon, is it? We're leaving. Keep my office informed. [to the Parachute leader] And you. You'll be hearing from our lawyers. [Into his cellphone] Do it now!

Patrick Jane:
[to Lisbon] Are you going to let him get away with that?

Teresa Lisbon:
Shhh. Mr. Faulk, this is a murder investigation. You can't leave until we say you can leave.

Rand Faulk:
We stay. I'm not letting some random lunatic disturb Carnellian. This is a test of our strength. David would want us to continue.

De Shaun Braemer:
Yes he would. Yes, he would. David would never back down.

Patrick Jane:
David wouldn't want you to respectfully acknowledge his tragic and untimely death? Oh, you wouldn't want it to interfere with your kayaking schedule.

Jessie Skelling:
Lee don't lie to me. He'll cause me trouble and grief a hundred which ways, but he don't lie to me.

Patrick Jane:
Wives often say that about their husbands. Easy to fool yourselves that the people you love are honest.

Rand Faulk:
Agent Lisbon, this is a high profile case. A career making case if concluded successfully. Is this how you wish to proceed, with clownish games?

Teresa Lisbon:
I apologize. Mr. Jane is a consultant. His statements in no way reflect the official view of the CBI.

Teresa Lisbon:
Like you don't know you have major trust issues.

Patrick Jane:
I trust people. I trust you.

Teresa Lisbon:
No you don't. I don't trust you either.

Patrick Jane:
[as they're driving] Talk to me.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Groggily] Do I have to?

Patrick Jane:
No. I could just fall asleep and we could drift into oncoming traffic. Your call.

Teresa Lisbon:
[to Rand Faulk] The timer is set to go off in 10 minutes. So we have plenty of time. If you'll just get out the bed slowly, we do not want to jar the device.

Patrick Jane:
Boom!

Teresa Lisbon:
For God sakes!

Patrick Jane:
Sorry. Couldn't resist.

Patrick Jane:
Legal proof will be found. No doubt. But personally, I don't need it. I just like to know I'm right.

Teresa Lisbon:
[referring to Jane's car] I allow you to drive me around the country in this contraption. That's serious trust.

Kimball Cho:
He's from the A.G.'s office. We're catching a hot one.

Patrick Jane:
Hooray. I was about to go mad with boredom.

Grace Van Pelt:
Don't say "hooray." Someone's died.

Patrick Jane:
Well, if they have, my happiness makes no difference to them.

[the team are in the Mojave Desert]

Patrick Jane:
[picks up something from the ground] Look at that. Look what I found.

Teresa Lisbon:
What is it?

Patrick Jane:
It's a worm. It's a fossilized worm.

Teresa Lisbon:
I'm happy for you.

Rand Faulk:
I'm not letting some random lunatic disturb Carnelian. This is a test of our strength. David would want us to continue.

De Shaun Braemer:
Yes, he would. Yes, he would. David would never back down.

Patrick Jane:
David wouldn't want you to respectfully acknowledge his tragic and untimely death? Oh, well, okay. He wouldn't want it to interfere with your kayaking schedule.

Teresa Lisbon:
Jessie Skelling?

Jessie Skelling:
No, I'm Cindy Crawford. Jessie's on vacation in Mexico.

Lee Skelling:
I would chop a man's head off and pee down his neck before I'd ever cut his chute that way. I mean, that's bad. That's out there.

Patrick Jane:
So, tell us a little about yourselves. Let's use this sadness to get some real truths, shall we? Joyce, you first.

Joyce Tran:
Me first? To do what, exactly?

Patrick Jane:
I'll tell you what I think, just to get the ball rolling. I think you've made your way in the world by concealing your true feelings under a mask of positivity and niceness. But underneath, you're a seething mass of ugly, bitter resentment. [to Holman] You think Faulk is a stupid buffoon, but you're far too clever to be brave enough to tell him so.

Holman Perry:
How dare you?

Patrick Jane:
And you, Mr. Braemer. Marine Corps, yes?

De Shaun Braemer:
Yes.

Patrick Jane:
Office politics must seem kind of trivial in comparison. How often do you fantasize about pulling a couple of weapons and showing these civilians a little reality?

Patrick Jane:
You know, when this worm was alive, this whole desert was the floor of a great sea. There were dinosaurs swimming above us.

Wayne Rigsby:
That is kind of awesome.

Patrick Jane:
Yeah. [Tosses the worm to Cho, who examines it] Sharks the size of buses. Brilliantly colored sea monsters. Those mountains... they would have been volcanoes.

Kimball Cho:
This is a goat turd, about six months old.

Patrick Jane:
Still... Giant sharks, here.

Isaac Goodwin:
Marcus. What - we thought you were kidnapped!

Patrick Jane:
Well, not all of us.

Alicia Seberg:
Good morning, Mr. Jane. My name is Dr. Alicia Seberg. I gather from a brief search on the internet that you're the best detective in my immediate vicinity.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, well, um, you flatter me, but I'm not actually a detective.

Alicia Seberg:
I need your professional assistance. Please come immediately. I've been murdered.

Patrick Jane:
[Referring to Lisbon] Well she looks surprised because you seem incredibly calm and cool for a man whose wife is dying.

Dr. Cliff Edmunds:
How would an absense of calm and cool be useful to her?

Patrick Jane:
Good point.

Patrick Jane:
Ooo. This is a good one.

Teresa Lisbon:
Good?

Patrick Jane:
Well, interesting. Unique.

Teresa Lisbon:
If you're a jaded ghoulish adventure seeker.

Patrick Jane:
Ghoulish? Listen, if people are going to kill each other off, and we have to catch them, I would much rather they go about it with some kind of originality.

Wayne Rigsby:
Anything to be looking out for in particular?

Teresa Lisbon:
Oh, uh, one of them released a lethal super virus that could kill half the state of California. So I guess we're looking for someone with a prior background as an evil supervillain.

Kimball Cho:
Ok.

Teresa Lisbon:
...That last part was a joke.

Kimball Cho:
Yeah. We get it.

Patrick Jane:
My name's Patrick Jane. I'm here to find out who killed your mother.

Isabel Seberg:
Good. Kill them please.

Patrick Jane:
I wish I was allowed to do that. You know you should probably step away from your computer. Do you have any friends nearby?

Isabel Seberg:
I want to be with my mother.

Patrick Jane:
Chocolate and grief is a good combination. You should try it. It'll taste so much... deeper more intense. Everything will feel that way for a while. You'll feel more alive. You should probably try to hold on to that feeling as long as you can. It's a gift.

Patrick Jane:
[after the chamber door opens] That wasn't meant to happen was it? Uh oh! [Runs out]

Teresa Lisbon:
Tell me the truth. This is a trick, right?

Patrick Jane:
No. Why would I do something like that? What would be the point?

Teresa Lisbon:
Swear on your child's grave!

Patrick Jane:
You know I don't do that. Not for anything.

Dean Harken:
The Air Force will drop incindiary bombs on the facility. Burn the virus out. Your next of kin will be informed. Like I say, we have a few hours left, so we all should make our arrangements. Say our prayers as best we can. Make our phone calls. May God have mercy on our souls.

Teresa Lisbon:
Don't you have anybody you want to call besides Cho and Rigsby?

Patrick Jane:
If I were dying, I'd want to call you, but you're already here, so there's no need.

Patrick Jane:
Don't you feel good right now? Don't you feel happy to be alive?

Teresa Lisbon:
No.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, I know you do. You know you do.

Teresa Lisbon:
If reason number one does not pan out very, *very* soon, I think I'm going to punch you in the nose!

Teresa Lisbon:
You know what made me feel better? Punching you in the nose.

Patrick Jane:
Ah, glad to be of service.

Dean Harken:
Okay, it's time to open the bio-hazard chamber.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, that sounds like fun-opening the bio-hazard chamber!

Patrick Jane:
Second, and most important, doesn't it feel great to get your life back? Don't you feel good right now? Don't you feel happy to be alive?

Teresa Lisbon:
No!

Patrick Jane:
Oh, I know you do! You know you do!

Teresa Lisbon:
And if reason number one doesn't pan out very *very* soon, I think I'm gonna punch you in the nose.

Patrick Jane:
Okay, fair enough, but just you wait. Any minute Harken is going to come running around that corner with an anxious expression on his face because someone has run off... any minute now...

Teresa Lisbon:
Nothing. [punches Jane in the nose]

Patrick Jane:
Oh! [Harken runs around the corner, Jane points at him] That's what I'm talking about!

Kimball Cho:
[over the phone] Hey boss; we're about 5 minutes from your location.

Teresa Lisbon:
Look, Cho; Jane and I have been exposed to the virus and it looks like we might die soon.

Kimball Cho:
...Okay.

Teresa Lisbon:
I just wanted to thank you and Rigsby and Van Pelt. It has been an honor working with you. I need you to call my brother Tommy. His number is in my desk diary, it's under Town & Country Electrical. Tell him that I love him and that I forgive him for whatever. And he needs to make peace with his brothers; it's my last dying wish, you tell him that.

Kimball Cho:
Will do. [hangs up]

Patrick Jane:
Oh, I actually wanted to talk to him too.

Teresa Lisbon:
Sorry.

Patrick Jane:
It was a fine farewell; I feared you'd become tearful and incoherent, but no. Strong. Noble. Bravo.

Teresa Lisbon:
Ha-ha... don't you have anyone you wanna call besides Cho and Rigsby?

Patrick Jane:
No; if I were dying, I'd want to call you, but you're already here, so there's no need.

Teresa Lisbon:
Me? What would you say?

Patrick Jane:
Meh.

Teresa Lisbon:
Wha-wait a minute. If? If I was dying?

Patrick Jane:
Yeah, you're not really dying, I took a label and put it on an empty flask and then convinced poor Lilith Nash to run away, which I thought was very...

Teresa Lisbon:
You son of a b*tch!

Patrick Jane:
Mr Wolcutt! It's about your wife's lover. We know about the two hundred thousand dollars she gave him, and we know that you know about it.

Claire Wolcutt:
How dare you?

Patrick Jane:
How dare I? Did I do something daring? Am I supposed to be afraid of you?

Claire Wolcutt:
You're supposed to be respectful.

Patrick Jane:
Respectful - you contemptible little buffoon. Your wife just died, and you're swanning around in a monkey suit, drinking punch and laughing with your idiot friends. You want respect? [Flicks Wolcutt's nose] There's your respect.

Patrick Jane:
All you need is a basic understanding of the evolutionary psychology of women, rigorously and fearlessly applied. You gotta know what buttons to press.

Teresa Lisbon:
Like we're toasters.

Grace Van Pelt:
Like men don't have buttons too.

Patrick Jane:
Men are like toasters. Women, a little more like, uh... accordians.

Keith Wolcutt:
How dare you?

Patrick Jane:
How dare I? Did I do something daring? [Wolcutt steps up to Jane, looking down on him] Am I supposed to be afraid of you?

Keith Wolcutt:
You're supposed to be respectful.

Patrick Jane:
Respectful? You contemptible little buffoon. Your wife's just died and you're swanning around in a monkey suit, drinking punch, and laughing with your idiot friends, and you want respect? [Flicks Wolcutt on the nose] Here's your respect. [Turns and walks off]

Keith Wolcutt:
Are you sure Agent Cho? Because I can make one phone call and your career is toast.

Kimball Cho:
That's impressive. The best I can get with one call is a pizza.

Wayne Rigsby:
I don't believe this guy. I give up! I do not understand women. Never have, never will. Seems like the dumber you treat them, the better they like it.

Grace Van Pelt:
They're *drunk* women. You can't generalize all women in general.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Whispers to Simon] This is your fault.

Patrick Jane:
No, it's not. I'm just sitting here.

Patrick Jane:
There's no business like Cho business!

Patrick Jane:
[watching Agent Cho on a surveillance monitor flirting undercover] The kid's a natural. Look at him... look at him go. The Cho. No business like Cho business.

Kimball Cho:
Are you aware that on the night of her murder your wife was meeting a lover?

Keith Wolcutt:
Yes. The local authorities told me they had suspected as much.

Kimball Cho:
Did you know she had a lover, prior to the other night?

Keith Wolcutt:
No. Do you have a name... is he a suspect?

Kimball Cho:
We have a name. He's not a suspect.

Keith Wolcutt:
Who is he?

Kimball Cho:
I'm not at liberty to say.

Keith Wolcutt:
I want his name.

Kimball Cho:
You can't have it.

Keith Wolcutt:
Are you sure, Agent Cho? Because I can make one phone call and your career is toast.

Kimball Cho:
That's impressive. The best I can get with one call is a pizza.

Charlotte Anne Jane:
I'm a figment of your imagination. Show yourself some respect.

Grace Van Pelt:
Preliminary forensics report. There were no useable prints on the teapot or bowl. Well, except for Jane's prints.

Wayne Rigsby:
Smudging finger prints. Drinking evidence. He's like a drunk uncle.

Charlotte Anne Jane:
[about Lisbon] What's her story? She have a boyfriend?

Patrick Jane:
Be quiet.

Teresa Lisbon:
I didn't say anything.

Patrick Jane:
I was talking to the hallucination.

Teresa Lisbon:
Now you're stealing an ambulance?

Patrick Jane:
No, I'm just admiring the interior. Wicked GPS. How much you think one of these rigs goes for?

Patrick Jane:
I had a daughter named Charlotte.

Charlotte Anne Jane:
I know.

Patrick Jane:
No, you don't. Who put you up to this? Red John?

Charlotte Anne Jane:
Red John, Red John, Red John. I'm so over Red John!

Patrick Jane:
You are not my daughter. My daughter was murdered. I found her body.

Charlotte Anne Jane:
"You are safe, you are loved and you are wise".

Patrick Jane:
Who told you those words?

Charlotte Anne Jane:
You did. Every night when you tucked me in the bed.

Charlotte Anne Jane:
Well, to be honest, dad, your obsession's a little creepy and weird, you know.

Patrick Jane:
What? I do it all for you. And your mom.

Charlotte Anne Jane:
Yeah. And I hate to be the one to break this to you, dad, but there's nothing that you can do for us. We don't give a damn what happens to Red John. I mean, we're dead. Gone. And you need to start dealing with that.

Patrick Jane:
I deal with that every day.

Charlotte Anne Jane:
Maybe that's the problem.

Patrick Jane:
Hallucinations are part of the subconscious. Mine could be clues.

Teresa Lisbon:
We'll go when you're lucid.

Patrick Jane:
Well, when I'm lucid, I could forget everything. But right now, let me tell you right now my visions are very, very real!

Teresa Lisbon:
In other words, you want to use drugs to solve a case.

Patrick Jane:
Some great minds did their best work on hallucinogens.

Teresa Lisbon:
And now you have a great mind?

Patrick Jane:
You're still here.

Charlotte Anne Jane:
You're still tripping.

Patrick Jane:
It would seem so.

Charlotte Anne Jane:
You really shouldn't be driving. And you especially should not be driving an ambulance.

Patrick Jane:
Did you know that in seven years, each and every cell is completely replaced in your body? That means you are literally a different person from when we first met.

Teresa Lisbon:
Sadder but wiser.

Teresa Lisbon:
How is giving to charity a red flag?

Patrick Jane:
Giving to charity isn't a red flag. Giving half a million dollars to charity out of the blue *is*. It's a sure sign of a guilty conscience.

Teresa Lisbon:
That is so far from the truth.

Patrick Jane:
Think about the people who donate that kind of money to charity. Wall Street Executives, crocked politicians, troubled celebrities. It is all in the name of clearing their conscience.

Teresa Lisbon:
You're terrible.

Wayne Rigsby:
What do you think of these dating services anyway?

Kimball Cho:
No then yes.

Wayne Rigsby:
What?

Kimball Cho:
No, I've never used one. And yes, you should.

Wayne Rigsby:
What? Because you're cool and I'm not?

Kimball Cho:
Anything to stop you from dating your co-workers.

Patrick Jane:
Erica, it's over. I'm sure of it.

Erica Flynn:
Don't be. No everyone's as smart as you.

Patrick Jane:
I'm looking for someone who uh - someone I can trust. Someone strong. Someone at peace with themselves. Someone better than me. Someone who knows the... worst side of me and still loves me.

Erica Flynn:
Sounds like an amazing woman.

Patrick Jane:
She was.

Erica Flynn:
What do you want from your life?

Patrick Jane:
I want my life to be free.

Erica Flynn:
Free how? To love? To be loved?

Patrick Jane:
Free from my past.

Erica Flynn:
You're simply doing what you've been doing since your wife died. Intentionally sabotaging any relationship by pushing away anyone who makes you feel something. You want me to be the killer because you don't want to have feelings for me. It's a tragic but natural response to the guilt you feel over your wife's death.

Patrick Jane:
I do push people away. And I do feel guilt over my wife's death. But that does not change the fact that you murdered your husband. I am more certain of that than ever!

Wayne Rigsby:
What if she's not interested in me? There's gonna be a lot of guys there. For this to work, she has to be interested in ME.

Grace Van Pelt:
She will; just be yourself.

Kimball Cho:
That's a terrible idea

Wayne Rigsby:
Maybe I should do an accent or something.

Grace Van Pelt:
I don't think you need an accent...

Wayne Rigsby:
[in British accent] Hello. Rigsby. Wayne Rigsby from Sussex. Uh, pleasure to meet you... cheerio. [in normal voice] How was that?

Kimball Cho:
Yeah, don't do the accent.

Teresa Lisbon:
What was that all about?

Patrick Jane:
Oh, she was just thanking me for consoling her.

Teresa Lisbon:
Ah, and here I thought you hated talking to widows.

Patrick Jane:
This one's a little different.

Teresa Lisbon:
How so?

Patrick Jane:
She murdered her husband.

Patrick Jane:
I'm looking for someone who uh... someone I can trust. Someone strong, someone at peace with themselves. Someone better than me. Someone who knows the... worst side of me and still loves me.

Erica Flynn:
Sounds like an amazing woman.

Patrick Jane:
...She was.

Patrick Jane:
We've never discussed this before, because I thought it went without saying. But when I catch Red John, I'm going to cut him open and then watch him die slowly, like he did with my wife and child. And if you have a problem with that, we should talk.

Teresa Lisbon:
Then let's talk. Because when *we* catch Red John, we are going to take him into custody and he's going to be tried in a Court of Law.

Patrick Jane:
Not if I'm still breathing.

Teresa Lisbon:
If you try and do violence to him, I will try and stop you. If you succeed in doing violence to him, I will arrest you.

Patrick Jane:
I understand.

Teresa Lisbon:
I hope so.

Patrick Jane:
Where were you guys?

Wayne Rigsby:
Called in to check out a lead.

Kimball Cho:
Yeah, Lisbon didn't know you were about to pull an idiotic stunt. Sorry.

Patrick Jane:
No hard feelings.

Patrick Jane:
Revenge is a poison. Revenge is for fools and for mad men.

Teresa Lisbon:
Seems like this whole thing changed your mind about vengance.

Patrick Jane:
Huh?

Teresa Lisbon:
"Revenge is for fools and mad men."

Patrick Jane:
That was rather good, I though. Total nonsense, but quite good nonetheless.

Teresa Lisbon:
Okay, so what am I thinking now?

Patrick Jane:
You're thinking "I'm so glad Jane is joking around, that he can't actually read my mind."

Teresa Lisbon:
No. Well, actually, yes. But - but not for the reason you think.

Patrick Jane:
What reason do I think?

Teresa Lisbon:
Never you mind.

Wayne Rigsby:
You're blushing.

Patrick Jane:
You are blushing.

Police Chief Trey Piller:
Ben's our, uh, go to guy in Marquesa.

Ben Machado:
Just means I'm the only Real Estate Agent around here who takes his commission in fertilizer and chickens.

Susan Garcia:
Trey would never! They were best friends.

Patrick Jane:
A best friend that has an affair with his best friend's wife.

Teresa Lisbon:
Susan... we'll find the truth.

Patrick Jane:
How you feeling?

Wayne Rigsby:
Took some kick-ass pain killers man.

Patrick Jane:
Interesting new level of cruelty - dosing someone so they wake up just in time to burn alive.

Wayne Rigsby:
[a while after Cho calls Rigsby a mummy] Oh the "mummy" I get it. Bandages.

Teresa Lisbon:
Hey. No more pain killers for him.

Grace Van Pelt:
[to Rigsby] It's not that I don't like you. I do. It's just - we work together. And there are rules. And if... we were to get together, one of us would have to leave the unit, and I'm junior agent. So that would be me. And this job is so important to me and... [Rigsby starts snoring]

Ben Machado:
[as he's being arrested] I didn't know you were cops.

Kimball Cho:
What? You thought we were selling magazine subscriptions?

Teresa Lisbon:
Too bad if the bait gets killed.

Patrick Jane:
Well, yes. That's why you use goats, and not babies or virgins for that matter.

Teresa Lisbon:
Machado's no a goat.

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane, we're officers of the law.

Patrick Jane:
You are. I don't care about the law. I care about justice. And justice says Machado deserves to suffer.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's not justice, it's vengeance.

Patrick Jane:
What's the difference?

Kim Fischer:
We just got a call from the Forest Service. They caught a body in Sam Houston National Forest. Abbott wants you guys to go check it out.

Teresa Lisbon:
How far away is that?

Kim Fischer:
Mm, 100, 120 miles. Is there a problem?

Teresa Lisbon:
No, no.

Patrick Jane:
She has plans for tonight. She's worried about getting back in time.

Kim Fischer:
Really?

Teresa Lisbon:
Actually, it is not a problem.

Patrick Jane:
Nonsense. Doesn't the FBI have helicopters? Can't we just take one of those?

Kim Fischer:
I guess, I-if it's available.

Teresa Lisbon:
That will not be necessary.

Patrick Jane:
Nonsense. We'll be up and back in a jiffy. Just tell your agent Pike he owes me a favor.

Security Guard:
Welcome to the Foragers' Club. How may I help you?

Teresa Lisbon:
We're with the FBI. Let us in, please.

Security Guard:
What's this about?

Patrick Jane:
One of your members murdered somebody. We'd like to talk to someone about that.

Kenyon Russell:
I know this all sounds very old-school, but you have to understand - our members are senators, judges, C.E.O.s. They're successful, driven men. They really have very few places that they can completely relax. Here, we have no cellphones, no Twitter, no distractions from the outside world.

Teresa Lisbon:
Women are a distraction?

Kimball Cho:
I need you to do something for me.

Jason Wylie:
Something shady for Jane?

Kimball Cho:
Why do you ask?

Jason Wylie:
Because people only talk to me like this when we're doing something shady for Jane.

Kimball Cho:
I need you to create an electronic trail that makes it look like the FBI just released millions of dollars in frozen assets.

Jason Wylie:
You mean a DNS hijacking? [Gets a blank look] When - when you go to a bank's website, it redirects you to a phony version of the same site. You can make it look like anything you want.

Kimball Cho:
Yes - that. [Slight pause] And yes, it's for Jane.

Kenyon Russell:
We had a problem. In years past, people would go to a house about when they... wanted that kind of thing. But there was drunkenness, accidents, arrests. Not a healthy situation in the age of the camera phone.So Kilgallen came up with the idea of moving the enterprise onto our grounds as a way of avoiding the difficulties. And it worked. We've had no problems since then.

Patrick Jane:
Except a murder.

Dennis Abbott:
[Speaking to an empty cabin] I know you can hear me. And see me. 'Cause you've got a camera in here. You did it so you can blackmail one of Madison's clients. It's how you also knew that you needed to clean that golf cart before the tech got here. We only talked about it in this room, so we know you heard. It's how you also knew not to take the phone. But I still got it. And it still has evidence that will implicate you. And given the exchange that I know you witnessed in here between me and Mr.Gryska, I'm pretty sure that you know that I am willing to make a deal. I'll give you 10 minutes.

Gregory Dyer:
[Footsteps] What kind of deal are we talking about?

Dennis Abbott:
None at all. [Dyer is surrounded by agents]

Patrick Jane:
Russell said most of the women on staff work in the dining hall. You ever see them anyplace else.

Marvin Gryska:
No - just a bunch of fat guys with pleated shorts as far as the eye can see.

Patrick Jane:
That's a vivid image. Okay, well, uh, good luck with the FBI. You know, they had me dead to rights, and I beat 'em. I think you can, too.

Marvin Gryska:
What charge?

Patrick Jane:
Murder.

Kim Fischer:
[about Jane] He made fools of us.

Kimball Cho:
It won't be the last time.

Dennis Abbott:
If there's one thing that this job kills inside, it's a sense of trust.

Kim Fischer:
I was so certain I had him figured out.

Teresa Lisbon:
Welcome to my life.

Teresa Lisbon:
You ran away again Jane. Not from the FBI but from me.

Patrick Jane:
Yeah, but I ran back.

Teresa Lisbon:
How was I suppose to know? I thought you were gone again forever.

Teresa Lisbon:
[to Jane] You were difficult and exhausting and maybe I don't want to put the rest of my life on hold to be your sidekick.

Teresa Lisbon:
Why are you being so stubborn? The F.B.I. is offering you a get out of jail free card.

Patrick Jane:
Well, you make that sound like a good thing.

Teresa Lisbon:
Isn't it?

Patrick Jane:
Not on their terms. If I can't live on my terms, I'm in prison anyway. Might as well just stay in this cozy little detention suite.

Patrick Jane:
I don't see a couch anywhere.

Teresa Lisbon:
Don't start trouble. At least not yet.

Patrick Jane:
You called me an asset. That's so touching.

Dennis Abbott:
I'm an optimist.

Patrick Jane:
Don't worry. I won't escape.

Kim Fischer:
Oh, I'm not worried. If you walk away this time...

Patrick Jane:
I know. I'll end up spending the rest of my life in prison.

Kim Fischer:
No. I'll shoot you.

Teresa Lisbon:
I have to say, I am impressed. You outplayed the F.B.I.

Patrick Jane:
No contest. Did they tell you when I start work?

Teresa Lisbon:
When *we* start.

Patrick Jane:
We? What about your job?

Teresa Lisbon:
Nah. It was boring.

Patrick Jane:
Yeah, I told you.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah. But you had no right to. It's my life, and I'll decide what to do with it.

Patrick Jane:
And you decided correctly.

Teresa Lisbon:
There was never any choice.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Let's see what kind of trouble we can make.

Teresa Lisbon:
How you holding up?

Patrick Jane:
Ah... You know what incarceration's like.

Teresa Lisbon:
Not really.

Patrick Jane:
Well, there's no need to pretend, Lisbon. We're both in the same predicament.

Teresa Lisbon:
How is that? I have a home and a respected career. You're locked up for murder.

Patrick Jane:
Eh, you're splitting hairs. We're both trapped.

Kimball Cho:
What are you doing?

Jason Wylie:
Waiting for you.

Kimball Cho:
To do what?

Jason Wylie:
Notice me.

Kimball Cho:
Who are you?

Jason Wylie:
Jason Wylie.Uh, junior I.T. analyst. I work in I.T. Analyzing stuff.

Kimball Cho:
What do you want, Jason?

Jason Wylie:
Uh, we were told to focus I.T. support on the Schneiderman case, but I'm my own man at lunch, right? [laughs nervously] So I stole some satellite time to hunt for Patrick Jane. Look what I found. [There is a spray-painted arrow with "Jane" written after it]

Kimball Cho:
This was taken from a satellite over Brooklyn?

Jason Wylie:
You think it's really Jane? It's not a trick?

Kimball Cho:
That's Jane.

Jason Wylie:
I can't believe they gave me a desk. [laughs] You can call me "The Coyote".

Kimball Cho:
I don't think so.

Jason Wylie:
That's just what they call me downstairs. Don't ask me why, though. They never told me. [laughs again]

Kimball Cho:
Your name's Wylie.

Jason Wylie:
Yeah.

Kimball Cho:
Wile e. Coyote. "Road Runner", the cartoon?

Jason Wylie:
[Not getting it] No, it's Irish, I think.

Teresa Lisbon:
What do you think we should do?

Patrick Jane:
I think we should trust our instincts.

Kimball Cho:
You mean take a wild guess.

Patrick Jane:
80% of the time, a detective's first guess is right.

Kimball Cho:
You just made that up.

Patrick Jane:
And you knew that because your instincts told you.

Patrick Jane:
Morning Rebecca. [Referring to some coffee she's carrying] They look good. One of those for me? You know it's alright to like me. Your boss and I made up.

Teresa Lisbon:
It's okay Rebecca. I don't like him either.

Patrick Jane:
She's a liar. She loves me.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Kimball Cho:
[Into his cellphone] This is Special Agent Cho. We've got agents down, on the fifth floor. Yes, inside the building! We are on lockdown on my authority. I have three agents down. I need EMT's. Roll SWAT, SAC PD, and CHP. And have them set up a perimeter. Suspects may still be here. JUST LOCK THIS PLACE DOWN!

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane, you may be in shock. Look at me.

Patrick Jane:
There should be 3 bodies. There's only 2. Where's Hicks?

Teresa Lisbon:
[Taking out her cellphone] I'll get Cho on that.

Teresa Lisbon:
[to Minelli] You think that Sam Bosco's gonna let a little lead stop him? Please.

TV Reporter Meredith:
Special Agent Minelli, our condolences. Would you describe your feelings at this terrible time?

Virgil Minelli:
Wow. Meredith that... you media guys. That's just... You know for 8 years, I've put up with idiotic questions from the media and I've never said squat. But *today*, I must tell you Meredith, you have really set a new standard in horses assery. You people have *no* concept of what we do. We go into dark horrible places alone and afraid. And we do it with no money, broken down vehicles and with computers that have more viruses that a $10 whore. How? Good people. And I lost 3 good people today. And a fourth is in critical condition. And you ask me how I'm feeling? I'm feeling sad. You... moron. Any other questions?... Okay then. Good day to you. Elizabeth, carry on.

Patrick Jane:
Bosco is the only person that can tell us what he found on Red John. And he may die. We need to wake him up and have him tell us everything he knows while he still can.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Referring to Bosco] How could you know what he would want? You don't even know him!

Patrick Jane:
But you do. If he had to suffer pain to stop Red John, he would do that. You know he would. You know that!

Kimball Cho:
We found the missing Red John victim.

Patrick Jane:
Better still. This is Red John's mistake. This is it!

Teresa Lisbon:
[Pointing her weapon] B*tch. You b*tch. Don't breathe and don't you smile at me!

Rebecca:
[to Jane] You're very much like him you know? The way you look at people and see right through them. That is just spooky.

Patrick Jane:
I want you to think of this before you go to sleep. You are nothing to him, but a useful object. He is not a good man.

Rebecca:
Oh, Red John thought you'd understand. I got rid of Bosco and his team so that you could have the case back. Red John misses you. *And* it's what you wanted too. Isn't it?

Sam Bosco:
I'm gonna say it then. The doctors better be right. I love you, Teresa.

Teresa Lisbon:
I love you too.

Sam Bosco:
No. I mean I love you.

Teresa Lisbon:
I know what you mean.

Sam Bosco:
It had to be said.

Sam Bosco:
Do me a favor. When you catch him, don't arrest him. Kill the son of a b*tch!

Patrick Jane:
That's the plan.

Sam Bosco:
Good.

Virgil Minelli:
[to Lisbon] You, uh, you take care of your people. They're good kids. Keep an eye on Jane. If he screws up too bad, shoot him. There's no court in the land that would convict you.

Bret Stiles:
Farragut was a dreamer. Dreamers are useful in their way, but we don't live in dreams, do we? We live in the here and the now.

Bret Stiles:
You've killed, haven't you? Someone who mattered to you, who hurt you. Did you enjoy it? No. Really? I'm told it gives the feeling of great perspective, like waking from a dream. It changes you.

Bret Stiles:
You're not very happy, are you, Patrick? Perhaps you feel a bit like the sorcerer's apprentice, you've woken up a power that you can't control.

Tara Skye:
I don't want to speak ill of the dead.

Patrick Jane:
They don't really care.They're dead.

Ryan Kasmir:
[Jane is on air] Is he going off script?

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah, he does that.

Robert Kirkland:
[bumps into Jane] Sorry Mister Jane.

Patrick Jane:
Do I know you?

Robert Kirkland:
No. But I know you.

Tommy Volker:
She left a suicide note, you know? Via e-mail.

Teresa Lisbon:
You will not get away with this. I promise.

Tommy Volker:
You have no idea what's happening at all, do you? Enjoy your job while you still have it Teresa.

Patrick Jane:
Show Volker this sketch and watch his face.

Teresa Lisbon:
I know what to do.

Patrick Jane:
I know you do.You go girl!

Teresa Lisbon:
Volker is not going to get away with this. I'm gonna get him. If not for the murder, then for whatever Amanda Shaw can give me. Tax evasion, fraud, unpaid parking tickets. I'm gonna bring in Amanda and lean on her.

Patrick Jane:
Look at you! So tough! I'm getting goosebumps. Rawr.

Ryan Kasmir:
[to Jane and Lisbon] You guys are great! Tough, good looking, sincere. Let's put you on the air, ask the public for information, you know bla, bla, bla.

Patrick Jane:
Lisbon. So it's murder, is it?

Teresa Lisbon:
It is. Let's go to the news station the victim worked at.

Patrick Jane:
Ehhm, I'm kinda busy. Maybe later.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's not how it works. We have to do our jobs.

Patrick Jane:
Well I think you can do it, you're very capable.

Teresa Lisbon:
I'm not kidding. Come on, let's go.

Patrick Jane:
Okay, I'll go to the news station with you, get you started and then you're on your own, alright?

Teresa Lisbon:
I am not in the sixth grade, that doesn't work on me!

Patrick Jane:
I can't promise I'll always be around to help you Teresa. There will come a time when you might have to do this on your own. And I want you to be prepared.

Teresa Lisbon:
I am prepared to punch you in the face, all on my own.

Marshal Lawson:
Patrick Jane? You are Patrick Jane?

Patrick Jane:
Yeah, when it suits me.

Lydia Faulk:
In a moment, I'll open the floor up to you so you can provide a narrative of events to explain what you were doing and where you were on the date and time of Thomas McAllister's murder.

Patrick Jane:
Objection. You said murder. Thomas McAllister may have shot and strangled himself.

Patrick Jane:
Have you decided?

Teresa Lisbon:
Decided what?

Patrick Jane:
Whether or not you're gonna go with him.

Teresa Lisbon:
No. Not yet.

Patrick Jane:
Well, I hope you stay.

Teresa Lisbon:
You do?

Patrick Jane:
Yeah, I think you'll be bored in D.C.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's why I should stay, to avoid boredom?

Patrick Jane:
What's worse than boredom?

Teresa Lisbon:
[after Jane is arrested] What's going on?

Marshal Lawson:
The Attorney General has found your coworker in contempt of court for ignoring a federal subpoena. Teresa Lisbon?

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah, that's me.

Marshal Lawson:
You've been subpoenaed to appear before a federal grand jury in Dallas.

Kim Fischer:
[Coming up to them] What's happening here?

Marshal Lawson:
Are you Kim Fischer?

Kim Fischer:
Yes.

Marshal Lawson:
You've been subpoenaed to appear before a federal grand jury, as well. [to Jane] Let's go.

Patrick Jane:
[to Fischer and Lisbon] Uh, probably best not to ignore those.

Lydia Faulk:
The FBI conducts a two-year manhunt, finds its suspect, and brings him back, but instead of a trial by his peers, he is given a government job... with benefits.

Teresa Lisbon:
What are you doing here?

Patrick Jane:
Uh, I'm out on [Air Quotes] "bail".

Kim Fischer:
What does "bail" mean?

Teresa Lisbon:
It was a con.

Patrick Jane:
Uh, technically the term is "sting".

Patrick Jane:
You guys didn't answer my question. Did anyone narc on me?

Teresa Lisbon:
I can't believe you got a prosecutor to take part in the con.

Patrick Jane:
It's not a con. It's a sting. Sting.

Lydia Faulk:
Do you recall the day of McAllister's death?

Patrick Jane:
I do - big day. I had been chasing the man for eight years. Any of you know what it's like to be driven by a moral imperative? [to various members of the jury] You do. And you. And you do. You all have strong jaw muscles.It's a sign of strength and character. [to an older juror] You - I'm not so sure. Your eyes are a tad close to each other.

Lydia Faulk:
Where are you going with this?

Patrick Jane:
I'm trying to tell my story, if you'll just let me.

Lydia Faulk:
You haven't even started it.

Patrick Jane:
[about the Jury] Well, they seem engaged. All of them except this gentlemen here, who's preoccupied by his new jacket. That's a little vain and childish, don't you think? This is serious business. Pay attention.

Euro Man:
[Embarrassed] I'm sorry. I was just trying to...

Lydia Faulk:
[Cuts him off, peeved] Sir, you will not indulge him.

Patrick Jane:
Well, he's happy to indulge himself. That should definitely be on the record.

Lydia Faulk:
Mr. Jane, this is not a forum for you to chat with the jurors.

Patrick Jane:
Well, it should be.

Lydia Faulk:
Mr. Jane...

Patrick Jane:
They just seem like good, honest, friendly people, all of them except that gentleman on the end there. You know, you really should mend things with your son. All this anger, this bitterness, this resentment that you're bottling, it's ruining both your lives.

Lydia Faulk:
[Very angry] Stop now. You do not dictate the agenda here.

Patrick Jane:
Who does?

Lydia Faulk:
I do. This is my courtroom, and it runs the way I say. Is that clear?

Patrick Jane:
[Cheerily] It is now. Thank you.

Patrick Jane:
You're right-handed.

Daniela Welker:
Uh, yes.

Patrick Jane:
So, that heart on your hand, you didn't draw that?

Daniela Welker:
Uh, no. They did.

Kimball Cho:
Yeah, we don't know what that means. None of the other girls we rescued had that mark.

Daniela Welker:
Guess I'm special.

Jason Wylie:
This is all the physical evidence from the Elijah Macy murder scene. I sorted it by order of relevance with this end of the table being most relevant.

Patrick Jane:
What do you consider relevant?

Jason Wylie:
Any object that can yield trace evidence of the shooter. If we I. D. the triggerman, we can cut a deal with him to finger Acardo.

Patrick Jane:
Yeah, uh, trace evidence, that's the fibers and the hairs and the gooey stuff, yeah?

Jason Wylie:
That's an oversimplification, but, yes. In the last year alone, there are 17 new methods for extracting DNA evidence from...

Patrick Jane:
Yeah, we know that there's a lot of ways to find out what we need, right, Wylie? Hmm?

Jason Wylie:
Yeah.

Patrick Jane:
So, uh, there's the federal way, with the trace evidence, and then there's a more interesting way. Let's go with the more interesting way.

Patrick Jane:
[Examining an overcoat from the evidence table] What was the weather like the day of the murder?

Jason Wylie:
Pretty warm, if I'm not mistaken.

Patrick Jane:
[Checks the coat lining] Holes. Hmm. Interesting. You see that, Wylie?

Jason Wylie:
Uh-huh.

Patrick Jane:
Okay, so, if this didn't belong to the victim, you have just solved the case.

Jason Wylie:
[Slightly confused] I did?

Patrick Jane:
Well done. Find out if it belonged to the victim or not.

Jason Wylie:
Okay?

Kim Fischer:
You really think you can get him to take out a hit on you in one night? Usually, only people who know you want to kill you.

Teresa Lisbon:
Let's watch "Casablanca," huh? What is it about, anyway?

Agent Marcus Pike:
Well, various things, but basically it's a love story about a woman who has to choose between two men. [pause] There's also a baseball game on.

Teresa Lisbon:
That sounds better.

Agent Marcus Pike:
Yeah, let's do that.

Dennis Abbott:
Did you hear the news? Your grand jury investigation ended. And they voted to indict you for murder.

Patrick Jane:
Well, is it any wonder?

Dennis Abbott:
Well, the A. G. is making it go away, but, you know, it's a good thing that you're under our protection.

Patrick Jane:
Hm. That's a fact that you'll never let me forget.

Teresa Lisbon:
Hey Jane, could I trouble you for a professional opinion?

Patrick Jane:
[Jane examines the body] No.

Teresa Lisbon:
No what?

Patrick Jane:
This isn't the actual Santa Claus.

Teresa Lisbon:
Oh really?

Teresa Lisbon:
No, I just think people can celebrate a holy day without lying to children about a magical fat guy with a sack full of toys.

Patrick Jane:
So you took the whole Santa revelation badly, huh?

Teresa Lisbon:
Crushed my heart like a cigarette.

Patrick Jane:
Explains why you're still looking for magic in your life.

Teresa Lisbon:
So you think the suicide was staged?

Patrick Jane:
Well, it's not to say he's without his secrets. We all have secrets, don't we? And Christmas, well, it's full of contradictions. The man that dedicated his life to spreading joy could very likely be hiding a - what is this? [Jane picks an ornament from the tree]

Teresa Lisbon:
What?

Patrick Jane:
Oh... a sobriety chip.

Santa Bob:
Look, if Santa isn't a white male and Christian, what the heck is he?

Santa Tony:
He's everyone! He's the spirit of generosity in all of us. He's the...

Santa Bob:
Oh, would you be quiet? You dumb hippie!

Patrick Jane:
You old assistant to me where to find you. I need your help.

Virgil Minelli:
Well, that's a twist. You never needed my help when I was your boss.

Virgil Minelli:
What does Lisbon think of your theory?

Patrick Jane:
I can't tell her. That'd put her at risk.

Virgil Minelli:
Of course, and what about me?

Patrick Jane:
You're a brave old man with nothing to lose.

Virgil Minelli:
Not so brave. No so old.

Patrick Jane:
What do you say? Will you help me?

Virgil Minelli:
You need a different kind of help. Red John is turning you into a paranoid conspiracy freak.

Dr. Jack Wilder:
What I offer here is personal hands on therapy. It's the only way to make effective change in people's lives.

Teresa Lisbon:
That and Call Girls. It's an interesting way to drum up business.

Dr. Jack Wilder:
What you see as a Call Girl, I see as a marketing expert with keen insights into the needs and desires of my clientele. I focus on highly driven professionals.

Patrick Jane:
Chance has thrust away a very sordid and vexing problem. But have no fear.

Grace Van Pelt:
We don't.

Teresa Lisbon:
I do. What's your plan?

Virgil Minelli:
What you said about that fish, you opened my eyes to some ugly truths I've been avoiding. [Hands Jane a folder] LaRoche's suspect list. Secured through back channels, and personal favors. LaRoche has no idea I have it.

Patrick Jane:
Thank you. [Jane hugs Manelli]

Virgil Minelli:
You need anything else, let me know.

Patrick Jane:
I will. I have to go. Could you do me a favor? Could you extend my apologies to May? Perhaps you'll sit with her and have some lunch.

Virgil Minelli:
I can do that, I think... Any tips?

Patrick Jane:
Uh, yes. You might want to consider growing a beard.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Referring to Jane] He's not an agent. He's a consultant.

Patrick Jane:
No badge. No gun. They don't even give me dental.

Wayne Rigsby:
I look around, I don't see anyone here who could torture a man to death with pliers and a lit cigar.

Patrick Jane:
Picture them naked and ravenously hungry.

Wayne Rigsby:
I sent out the vibes. I got none back. Okay? So leave me alone

Patrick Jane:
Vibes. Really? Vibes?

Kimball Cho:
That's where he stares at the back of her neck for several hours. Women love that.

Wayne Rigsby:
Shut up Cho!

Virgil Minelli:
[Referring to Jane] What were you thinking? Leaving this man alone at an event like that?

Teresa Lisbon:
No excuses. I mistakenly treated him like a responsible adult.

Virgil Minelli:
Jane, you close cases. You - you close like a fiend. So I tolerate you and I - I protect you. And I let you make Lisbon's life a misery. But there's - there is -there is a line. And when you cross it, I will protect myself and this unit. And I will throw you to the wolves. Okay?

Adrianna Jonovic:
[Jane enters interrogation] The handsome one. Gay, yes?

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane has an idea... But if we generate any complaints as to how we go about this, you're gonna back us right?

Virgil Minelli:
Well that depends... Obviously we need a win here. But I-I won't sanction anything underhanded or actionable.

Teresa Lisbon:
That's kind of vague.

Virgil Minelli:
The whole point of this unit is- is subtly and discretion and judgment. I expect *you* to do what's right without dragging me into it.

Jennifer Sands:
This whole time you were just playing me.

Patrick Jane:
Not the whole time

Jennifer Sands:
This is sad. I- thought we had a real connection

Patrick Jane:
We did.

Jennifer Sands:
We can again.

Patrick Jane:
No, we can't.

Patrick Jane:
No wife should glow at her husband's funeral.

Patrick Jane:
I wanted to win the bet too, but uh... I couldn't. Just because I lost doesn't mean you shouldn't take my advice.

Wayne Rigsby:
Yeah I should.

Patrick Jane:
I'm serious man. Go for it! [Jane leaves]

Grace Van Pelt:
...What's he talking about?

Wayne Rigsby:
Nothing.

Grace Van Pelt:
Adrianna, we can charge you right now with burglary, vandalism, assault with a deadly weapon. That's 10 to 15 right there. Wouldn't you rather talk to us about your situation?

Adrianna Jonovic:
From you, I buy cookies. I don't talk about situation.

Wayne Rigsby:
I need to talk to you about a murder investigation I'm working on.

Steve Rigsby:
Keep walking, pig. I got nothing for you. [Steve walks away]

Wayne Rigsby:
Hello, dad. Nice to see you too.

Wayne Rigsby:
You working?

Steve Rigsby:
I get by.

Wayne Rigsby:
Smuggling cigarettes? Dealing with meth again?

Steve Rigsby:
My own flesh and blood - a lousy cop. Makes me want to puke.

Wayne Rigsby:
I just don't wanna see you back in jail. That's all.

Steve Rigsby:
You always were a self-righteous bastard. That comes from your mom's side of the family. No matter how many times I straighted you out, I never could fix you of that. It's in the blood, I guess.

Kimball Cho:
Did the inmates know what Walton was doing?

C.O. Earls:
The inmates know everything - more than me.

Teresa Lisbon:
I know about your dad. I'm your boss. Steven Robert Rigsby - convicted of manslaughter, assault, drug dealing. Your father was on the list, wasn't he?

Wayne Rigsby:
I checked out his alibi. No special treatment. If you want to send someone else...

Teresa Lisbon:
I trust you, Rigsby. However, if you *ever* come into contact with your father on a case, next time you bring somebody with you.

Wayne Rigsby:
Yeah, okay.

Teresa Lisbon:
We need a new angle. [Rigsby shifts his weight uncomfortably] What is it?

Wayne Rigsby:
There is... one angle I could try.

Steve Rigsby:
[Cut to Steve Rigsby's house] Well, I thought you'd be back. [Steve notices Van Pelt] But I didn't think you'd bring a gift.

C.O. Earls:
We're guards not Supermen. Having a shark like Lansdale in the tank keeps all these guys in line.

Patrick Jane:
He does your job for you. That's nice. So you disapproved of Walton going after Lansdale?

C.O. Earls:
I didn't have any knowledge of that. Walton's agenda. That would be supposition.

Wayne Rigsby:
You know that game kids play: "My dad can beat up your dad?" No one ever played that with me.

Steve Rigsby:
[Steve's holding a knife to Andy's throat] Seems Andy over here was a little mad over the last time we crossed paths. Wanted to fist fight. Only I don't do fist fights. They're a waste of time. Right, Andy?

Andy:
Le me go. Please?

Wayne Rigsby:
Just put the knife down. Let me handle this.

Steve Rigsby:
The Hell with that!

Wayne Rigsby:
Dad, nobody needs to get cut, and nobody needs to get shot. Just put... the knife... down.

Patrick Jane:
I get it. I've been down. Snitches get stitches.

Nick Monaco:
See now that's a popular misconception. The stitches are for the living.

Patrick Jane:
Got it.

Grace Van Pelt:
[after Rigsby gets Corwin to exit the Meth House by blocking the smoke stack] Pretty good trick.

Wayne Rigsby:
Yep. Always worked on my dad.

Wayne Rigsby:
You used me.

Steve Rigsby:
Hey, what's family for?... You know, I think your mom would be...

Wayne Rigsby:
Don't talk about my mom! Shut up! You shut up!

Wayne Rigsby:
Wait, there's one more thing: I'm sorry but I'm not going to be at your wedding.

Grace Van Pelt:
Oh? [Van Pelt sighs] That's too bad. You have something else planned for that day?

Wayne Rigsby:
No,you see the problem is: I'm still in love with you.

Grace Van Pelt:
You can't...

Wayne Rigsby:
Hold on. I'm not trying to win you back. You're marrying a good man. That's not gonna change. But neither am I. This whole thing where we pretend we're just friends, it doesn't work. I don't know what will work. But I know one thing: I can't watch you marry another man. You have a good day, and a good life.

Patrick Jane:
Memory is unreliable because the untrained brain has a crappy filing system. It takes everything that happens to you and throws it all willy-nilly into a big, dark closet. When you go in there looking for something, all you can find are the big, obvious things like when your mom died, or stuff that you don't really need, stuff that you're not looking for, like the words to "Copacabana." You can't find what you need. But don't panic, because it is still there.

Patrick Jane:
My brain is a computer.

Patrick Jane:
You're rehiring me, and you're firing Lisbon? That's a little preverse, don't you think?

Gale Bertram:
You close cases. Agent Lisbon led a covert operation that led to the deaths of two police officers and one FBI Agent. There just had to be some accountability there.

Patrick Jane:
My operation. It was *my* operation.

Gale Bertram:
Well, that's exactly the problem. We expect better supervision from our senior agents. Which is why Lisbon is being investigated and her team reassigned to other posts.

Teresa Lisbon:
Just so you know, Jane. I'm okay.

Patrick Jane:
About?

Teresa Lisbon:
Losing my job. I'm not going to say that I like it. But we got Red John. It was worth it.

Patrick Jane:
Don't be silly. "A" you haven't lost you're job.

Teresa Lisbon:
The hearing's a formality.

Patrick Jane:
And "B" we didn't get Red John.

CBI Agent Ray Haffner:
I read Jane's file. I know what's going to happen. He's gonna go behind my back. Lie to me. Run a scam on me, right?

Kimball Cho:
Pretty much.

Patrick Jane:
[as Anne-Marie's running on a treadmill] Hi... Lovely rings.

Anne-Marie:
Thanks.

Patrick Jane:
Expensive, I suspect. Your husband must be very generous.

Anne-Marie:
Yeah. Do you mind?

Patrick Jane:
[pause. Jane starts to leave then returns] Just, uh, one more thing. Markus Kuzmenko - more of a gentle lover or a brute. [Anne-Marie gasps, stumbles and falls on the treadmill]

Therapist:
Grace, somebody you trusted and loved betrayed you. Betrayed you so badly you had to take his life. That needs to be talked about.

Grace Van Pelt:
It could've been worse. I could've married him.

Patrick Jane:
Come on. When have I steered you wrong?

Wayne Rigsby:
Recently?

J.J. LaRoche:
It was... interesting - working with you and Jane.

Teresa Lisbon:
I think that's the polite word for what it was. Thanks.

Teresa Lisbon:
Oh God! Why are you doing this? You were okay. All you had to do was keep your heads down.

Grace Van Pelt:
We wanna work for you.

Teresa Lisbon:
...Let me talk to Jane alone.

Teresa Lisbon:
I could kill you with my bare hands!

Patrick Jane:
Well, it's not the first time. Come on. You don't have a choice. You do nothing, they get fired. You work with me, they keep their jobs and you might even get yours back.

Teresa Lisbon:
All right. But it's just you and me. They don't do anything.

Gale Bertram:
Now I have a problem because uh, our urgent need for your skills are precisely balanced by my desire to fire you - before you destroy the bureau or my career - or both.

Patrick Jane:
I understand... You're in a tight spot. You know who's always been a healthy moderating influence on me?

Gale Bertram:
[Chuckling] Yeah, of course, Lisbon. I'm sorry, not possible.

Patrick Jane:
Well, then. You will continue to have a problem.

Teresa Lisbon:
The thing is - not dealing with you everyday has been very restful for me. My back pain's gone. I sleep really well. So I'm not actually so sure I'm grateful to be back.

Patrick Jane:
You're a terrible liar. No offense. Good honest people always bad liars.

Teresa Lisbon:
Which makes you what?

[last lines]

Rosalind Harker:
You understand. He never called himself Red John to me. The man I knew was Roy Tagliafero.

Patrick Jane:
Roy and Red John are the same person. I'm sure of it.

[Jane puts Rosalind's hands on Carter's face]

Rosalind Harker:
...I never met this man. I have no idea who he is.

Patrick Jane:
Thank you.

Keith Gulbrand:
I'm not in it for the money. You know, music's a... it's a spiritual thing.

Patrick Jane:
Yeah it is. So's money. Everything that exists has a spiritual essence or none at all.

Patrick Jane:
When was the last time you saw a doctor's handwriting that you could read?

Teresa Lisbon:
So she's precise. Is that what you're implying?

Patrick Jane:
Yes, and the possibility that Dr. Brooke Harper is not a doctor.

Teresa Lisbon:
Because she has penmanship skills?

Patrick Jane:
And she doesn't have that cold, creepy, doctor-y vibe they all have

Wayne Rigsby:
Well, to be fair, not all doctors are cold and creepy.

Patrick Jane:
First day of medical school, they give you a stack of books and a dead human being. That, I'm afraid, will change you. Brooke Harper was warm and emotional.

Teresa Lisbon:
You like her, so she can't be a doctor?

Patrick Jane:
Pretty much.

Grace Van Pelt:
The AMA and Boston General both have records of a doctor named Brooke Harper.

Teresa Lisbon:
See?

Grace Van Pelt:
Uh, but it says here that she's 64 years old.

Patrick Jane:
Wow. She looks pretty good.

Teresa Lisbon:
Is there a word for uncanny, yet irritating?

Kimball Cho:
We're gonna have to take a look around.

Floor Manager:
That's not our policy, sir.

Kimball Cho:
If we have to obtain a warrant, we're gonna come back here and take every computer, and every piece of paper in this building. And then we're gonna have a sit-down chat with each one of your members.

Floor Manager:
Welcome to the Backgammon Club.

Patrick Jane:
[to a prince ] Please don't be offended. I-I would've taken your money and given it to a worthy cause. But my friend here is a moralist of childish simplicity. Nice to meet you. [Jane leaves]

Patrick Jane:
My friend, Cho here, will take you by the wrist so as not to let you escape us again.

Kimball Cho:
Hi.

Dr. Brooke Harper:
Warm hands.

Patrick Jane:
Ah, I bet you say that to all your arresting officers.

Teresa Lisbon:
And besides, this is a simple plan. It's when you start getting costumes and props that I get nervous.

Grace Van Pelt:
Trick plays like this, my dad calls them "Chewing Gum" plays. Sometimes you fool the other guy, and sometimes you end up with gum in your hair.

Patrick Jane:
I've been checking shoes for years. This is the first time it's *ever* paid off. First time. It's gratifying man. Very gratifying. [Jane leaves]

Teresa Lisbon:
He's a pistol, isn't he?

Patrick Jane:
That urge you have to get one over on people. The need to be smarter than the next guy. It'll keep biting you in the ass.

Dr. Brooke Harper:
So my butt'll hurt occasionally. I'll still be smarter than the next guy.

Grace Van Pelt:
That Kathryn Stubbs? She's... she's an unhappy person.

Teresa Lisbon:
Where's Rigsby?

Grace Van Pelt:
He went to get his prescription filled. I think that Kathryn woman actually made him worse.

Gabriel Porchetto:
You want me to do your job... fine... it was the Mexicans.

Teresa Lisbon:
What Mexicans?

Gabriel Porchetto:
'Julio Iglesias'! Who do you think? The Zetas... the Zetas.

Teresa Lisbon:
The Mexican drug cartel?

Gabriel Porchetto:
Yeah.

Teresa Lisbon:
Why would they want to kill your son?

Gabriel Porchetto:
I'm not saying any more. About that sleeping trick?

Dennis Abbott:
[to Jane] If it were up to me you'd be headed home in a cargo plane with a sack over your head.

Teresa Lisbon:
When are you guys going to give up chasing him?

Dennis Abbott:
We're the FBI. We don't give up.

Teresa Lisbon:
I've got a job. I'm not going to drop everything just because you suddenly decided to come back.

Patrick Jane:
We'll talk.

Patrick Jane:
I know you're drug dealers. I don't judge. I'm wanted for homicide myself in the US.

Teresa Lisbon:
Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do so worse things don't happen.

Gale Bertram:
Teresa. I didn't take you for a gambler.

Teresa Lisbon:
Oh, it's not gambling if you know you're gonna win.

Gale Bertram:
Whew! Well, we got a live one. Watch out.

Patrick Jane:
You really want me to tell you? It's gonna ruin the surprise.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yes. I don't like surprises.

Patrick Jane:
Three guesses then. [Lisbon shakes her head] I'll give you a hint. [Lisbon walks away] It's-it's not animal or vegetable.

Teresa Lisbon:
Did something happen between you and Erica Flynn?

Patrick Jane:
Why?

Teresa Lisbon:
She made a point of letting me know that it did. So... did it?

Patrick Jane:
Uh... well, um... [looks down at the table] Actually, yes. Something did.

Teresa Lisbon:
Oh.

Patrick Jane:
When we were working together, we kissed.

Teresa Lisbon:
You kissed?

Patrick Jane:
Just once, in her hotel room.

Teresa Lisbon:
This story just keeps on getting better.

Patrick Jane:
It was nothing!

Teresa Lisbon:
[Clearly annoyed] Don't say that, ok?

Patrick Jane:
Ok, well, you're right. It... it wasn't nothing at the time. But it was a long time ago, and, um... it was never going to amount to anything. It just... it couldn't.

Teresa Lisbon:
Why didn't you tell me?

Patrick Jane:
I didn't think about it.

Teresa Lisbon:
When you knew we were coming here, you could have told me.

Patrick Jane:
I thought about it then, but I made a decision not to tell you, because I was worried that, um... that it would come between us.

Teresa Lisbon:
I just wish I'd heard it from you first, that's all.

Patrick Jane:
I understand. I should have told you. I'm sorry.

Teresa Lisbon:
It's ok. Really, it's ok [Beat] Are there any others that I should know about? People we've worked with? It would help me if I knew.

Patrick Jane:
No.

Teresa Lisbon:
Lorelei? I always thought that maybe something happened with you two.

Patrick Jane:
[Nervous] Lorelei?

Teresa Lisbon:
Uh-huh.

Patrick Jane:
[Thinks desperately, then grins] Ok, how about this. I'll tell you about Lorelei, if you would tell me about one Walter Mashburn.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Suddenly becomes very interested in the menu] You said manakish was like a little pizza?

Erica Flynn:
I'm a professional in the field of romance and relationships. And it pains me to admit it, but, in my professional opinion, you and Lisbon will not last as a couple.

Patrick Jane:
Why is that?

Erica Flynn:
Because you're drawn to each other for the wrong reasons. You're attracted to her virtue, her honesty and her goodness - things you think you lack. She's interested in you for your 'danger'; your unpredictability; your transgressions. These superficial qualities are alluring, even erotic, but they don't make for a lasting relationship.

Patrick Jane:
And what does?

Erica Flynn:
Finding your soulmate - the person who sees the world they way you do, who laughs at the things you laugh at, and... wants the things you want.

Patrick Jane:
And that's you?

Erica Flynn:
[Draws closer] Here I am.

Patrick Jane:
[Stares into her eyes for a moment and sighs] I love Lisbon. And I'm taking you to the real police, and they're gonna lock you up for the rest of your life.

Erica Flynn:
[Strokes his hair] Oh, Patrick. I tried [She tasers him]

Teresa Lisbon:
Just follow procedure. Have fun!

Patrick Jane:
Where is the fun in that?

Frank Schiappa:
[referring to Jane] Who is this guy?

Teresa Lisbon:
He's a pain in the ass. But he's making sense. You sure you don't want to change your story?

Rob Wallace:
[thinks Jane and Grace are engaged] Ok I'm just going to say it. Are you sure about marrying this guy? I mean, he kind of appears to be a jerk. I mean - no offense.

Grace Van Pelt:
Oh no. Yes. I'm not marrying him. That's no. Don't worry about that. Not gonna happen.

Patrick Jane:
May I borrow it for a while?

Rob Wallace:
Uh, I don't know about that. How - how do I know I'm going to get it back?

Patrick Jane:
Uh, let me put it to you this way. Lend it to me, or Agent Van Pelt here will take you and the painting back to Sacramento, and keep you there. And ask you mind numbing questions for hours and hours on end... Thank you.

A.P. Caid:
Katheryn, the fewer people who knew the better. Sides paid off, didn't it?

[Chuckles]

A.P. Caid:
I mean right now there's some thieving son of a b*tch out there who spent a whole lot of money on junk.

Stevie Caid:
Daddy, Harry's dead.

A.P. Caid:
Oh baby, I know. I'm sorry. I know it's too sad. But uh, you know, I did like that kid.

Teresa Lisbon:
Arlov controls an oil pipeline this country needs. It's a National Security issue.

Wayne Rigsby:
Another argument for energy independence there.

Patrick Jane:
Where's he staying?

Teresa Lisbon:
I repeat: do not touch!

Patrick Jane:
Oh no. No. No touching. I promise.

Teresa Lisbon:
I wanna get Harry Lashley's killer as much as you do. But we cannot go after Arlov. The State Department...

Patrick Jane:
A fig to the State Department.

Wayne Rigsby:
I agree. Screw 'em.

Teresa Lisbon:
That attitude is why *I'm* in charge and you guys aren't.

Teresa Lisbon:
Where is everyone?

Grace Van Pelt:
Weird. They all called in to sign out. Jane wasn't feeling well. Rigsby had a hot date. And Cho's got Kings tickets.

Teresa Lisbon:
Son of a...

Grace Van Pelt:
What?

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane doesn't get sick. Rigsby's not on a date because he's in love with you. And the Kings aren't playing tonight.

Grace Van Pelt:
You know about that?

Teresa Lisbon:
Yeah. They're on an east coast road trip, they're playing the Knicks tomorrow night.

Grace Van Pelt:
No, I mean about Rigsby. How do you know about that?

Teresa Lisbon:
Everybody knows about that. The Attorney General knows that.

Patrick Jane:
I showed you my identification to discourage you from killing me or torturing me or something. You might not get arrested for it, but you sure will make some kind of fuss.

Shirali Arlov:
I don't mind fuss. Anything to avoid boredom.

Patrick Jane:
For what it's worth. I, uh, I just wanted to apologize for my pious rant earlier. I needed a pretext to burn the picture and your family dysfunction became it.

A.P. Caid:
No sir, no apology needed. There was some good hard truth in what you said.

Marshall:
Hands in the air!

Patrick Jane:
Already done.

Marshall:
Down on the ground!

Patrick Jane:
Well, ehm... Hands in the air or down on the ground? I'm a little confused.

Francesca Ehrlich:
Francesca Ehrlich with JG Allen Tobacco. This is Stuart Davis, my boss.

Patrick Jane:
Ah. Patrick Jane, consultant. [Points to Lisbon] This, uh, isn't my boss.

Teresa Lisbon:
I am Teresa Lisbon, and I am his boss.

Tamsin Wade:
Hey. Gang unit has a tip on a counterfeiting ring running out of a garage on west capitol. Rapid Response Team is up for the bust

Kimball Cho:
Nice. Now?

Tamsin Wade:
Roll call in 30. I squared it with your cute boss.

Kimball Cho:
I'm in.

Wayne Rigsby:
Uh, we have work to do.

Tamsin Wade:
I'll have him back in a few hours, dad.

Wayne Rigsby:
Look, if you're the Rapid Response Team, shouldn't you be sliding down fire poles, not hanging around here for 30 minutes?

Wayne Rigsby:
Boss is it okay if I sit down?

Teresa Lisbon:
You are sitting down Rigsby.

Patrick Jane:
You keep a hammer in your desk?

Teresa Lisbon:
You only think you know everything about me.

Teresa Lisbon:
Who's Olivier Gans?

Patrick Jane:
Uhm, don't know. Made him up.

Patrick Jane:
I think this puzzle box is the key. Whatever is in here was important enough to hide, but not valuable enough to put in that safe.

Kimball Cho:
What do you think it is?

Patrick Jane:
I don't know yet, it's a puzzle.

Teresa Lisbon:
Cho, crack it open.

Patrick Jane:
[Pulls it away from them] Oh, no no no no. It's my puzzle. All mine.

Patrick Jane:
Hi Lisbon.

Teresa Lisbon:
I don't know what game you're playing, but I think you're getting carried away with this Olivier Gans thing.

Patrick Jane:
How so?

Teresa Lisbon:
I just got a call from the vice president of something or other of JG Allen Enterprises. They're up in arms about Gans.

Patrick Jane:
Really?

Teresa Lisbon:
They think he's trying to steal Turbo Wolf.

Patrick Jane:
Well he hasn't yet, but he might soon. We should meet at his hotel.

Teresa Lisbon:
The imaginary man has a hotel?

Patrick Jane:
That's right.

Teresa Lisbon:
Is this hotel imaginary too?

Patrick Jane:
Oh no, very real. It's, uh, the Vista. In Clearlake. I'll meet you there in an hour. Bye.

Patrick Jane:
See that face? That's exactly why I didn't tell you the plan.

Teresa Lisbon:
It's not a good plan.

Patrick Jane:
It's a good enough plan and Rigsby is wearing one of those ear thingies, I will talk him through the con. He'll be fine.

Teresa Lisbon:
What if the killer doesn't show up?

Patrick Jane:
Then we go back to old fashion police work. But this way we get to enjoy some room service. Please, have a seat.

Patrick Jane:
Could you pass the cheese plate? This is getting good.

Patrick 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.

Brett Partridge:
I - I resent that!

Teresa Lisbon:
This is you trying to redeem yourself, is it?

Patrick Jane:
I'm sorry. He irks me. He's irksome.

Juniper Tolliver:
You're psychic?

Patrick Jane:
No, just paying attention.

Patrick Jane:
I was thinking: why do magicians have beautiful girl assistants?

Dr. Linus Wagner:
Why?

Patrick 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.

Juniper Tolliver:
I don't understand. You're psychic?

Patrick 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.

Patrick Jane:
[Police enter after a wife shoots her husband] Honestly, it's - it's not as bad as it looks.

Patrick Jane:
Be reasonable. This is my case.

Teresa Lisbon:
*Your* case?

Patrick Jane:
Red John's mine.

Teresa Lisbon:
Red John doesn't belong to anyone.

Patrick Jane:
He belongs to me!

Patrick Jane:
[reading a letter] "Dear Mr. 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."

Patrick 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.

Dr. Linus Wagner:
Why is it you can't sleep?

Patrick Jane:
Because I can't get the good pills without talking to a doctor.

Dr. Linus Wagner:
And you don't like talking to doctors.

Patrick Jane:
Well, you know. The always want to be the smartest person in the room, don't they? When in fact that's me, obviously.

Teresa Lisbon:
[to Van Pelt] You checked luggage? What are you, on vacation?

Grace Van Pelt:
You poor, sad man. The Kingdom of God is a real place.

Patrick Jane:
Okay, later tonight, when Rigsby asks you to come back to his hotel room...

[Rigsby chokes and coughs in surprise]

Patrick Jane:
Say yes.

Grace Van Pelt:
Excuse me?

Patrick 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's an excellent lover, I'm sure. Tough, but fair. Right?

[Rigsby glares at him]

Patrick Jane:
Right.

Grace Van Pelt:
The Kingdom of God is a real place, Mr. Jane. And you have an immortal soul.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, I do so hope you're wrong.

Patrick Jane:
You know, when I was a boy, we had a farm. There was a lot of work. I was kind of a lazy kid.

Dr. Linus Wagner:
Yes?

Patrick 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'd cut the firewood. Well... he opened up an artery in his leg on the saw, and he bled to death. Died... doing my chores for me.

Dr. Linus Wagner:
You know... that's almost exactly the same thing that happened to Johnny Cash.

Patrick Jane:
Is it really? Wow. That's spooky.

Kimball Cho:
Mr. Randolph, rest assured there is no intent to persecute you. We scumbags are holding your brother because we have evidence linking him to the crime, and potential motive in that he states that whenever you weren't around, he was banging your wife like a big bass drum.

Grace Van Pelt:
Five hundred years in the future, it could be totally normal to communicate with the other side.

Patrick Jane:
The other side? Your father's a football coach, yeah?

Grace Van Pelt:
How did you know that?

Patrick Jane:
It's obvious from your whole demeanor. 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, psh. Nothingness.

Pauline:
Agent, if my daughter comes to harm because you frittered away your time looking into her personal life, your career is over. Do you understand?

Teresa Lisbon:
Ma'am, I understand your distress during this difficult time, but we'll go wherever this investigation takes us. It's my duty.

Patrick Jane:
How would you describe Abby?

Dr. Saban:
Oh, uh, a good-hearted woman. Full of life. Vivacious.

Patrick Jane:
[Jane's phone rings] Oh execuse me. [Jane hands some grapes he was holding to the doctor. Then Jane answers his phone] Lisbon, hello.

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane, where are you?

Patrick Jane:
I'm just talking with the family doctor here. Says our missing girl is an unstable nymphomaniacal stoner. Interesting, no?

Dr. Saban:
Uh, I didn't say that.

Patrick Jane:
Yes you did. You practically screamed it.

Patrick Jane:
[to Sophie] You ever notice that... feeling, that physical unwell feeling you get when you know you should say or do something. Heart pounds. Headache. Backache... You can feel better immediately. If you tell the truth... right now.

Teresa Lisbon:
[At the door] Hi. We have delivery from L Courtier. You want to open the door?

Patrick Jane:
[In the distance] She's lying!

Grace Van Pelt:
[Lisbon and Van Pelt burst in. Van Pelts puts cuffs on Daniella] Abby Fitzwilliams, you're under arrest!

Daniella:
I'm not Abby.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Entering another room] Put your hands in the air now! [Realizes it's Jane]

Patrick Jane:
Lisbon, Grace, where's your manners? This is Danniella - Abby's best friend. Come in have a seat.

Raymond tubbs:
You don't understand there's *honor* among us race warriors. Loyalty. Brotherhood.

Kimball Cho:
Yeah. Right.

Raymond tubbs:
What do you mean "Yeah. Right?"

Kimball Cho:
It means you're wasting my time. There are no arayan warriors out there awaiting your orders. You're a sad little man alone in box, living on delusions of grandieur.

Patrick Jane:
I was working the case. The rug was a stand-in corpse. I just wanted to see if it was possible for the killer to leave the compound with Abby's body.

Madeleine Hightower:
And is it possible?

Patrick Jane:
Not unless the culprit was a mountain gorilla.

Madeleine Hightower:
So now you've had your fun to no useful end. And now she's asking me to remove you from the case. Is there any reason why I shouldn't do as she asks?

Patrick Jane:
[Jane rises then sighs] She's a suspect.

Patrick Jane:
You searched for a living breathing woman not a dead body. Big difference.

Teresa Lisbon:
Why would the killer hide one victim and leave the other one behind?

Patrick Jane:
Good question.

Teresa Lisbon:
We'll search the property again. This time we'll get cadaver dogs and more personell.

Patrick Jane:
No need. I know exactly where the body is hidden.

Patrick Jane:
I've got to call Hightower.

Teresa Lisbon:
Hightower? Why?

Patrick Jane:
Voicemail. Hey, Hightower. It's Jane. Just wanted to let you know, that, uh, there's going to be what you like to call "foolishnes" going on at Ethel Sebring's funeral. That's it. Have a great day. [Jane ends the call. Then to Lisbon] She told me to call. Better hurry. [Jane heads towards the funeral]

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane.

Madeleine Hightower:
Lisbon, what were you thinking?

Teresa Lisbon:
It was - no excuse, ma'am. He asked me to trust him, and I did.

Madeleine Hightower:
Your job is not to trust him. Your job is to trust *your* judgement, not his.

Patrick Jane:
But you have to trust me.

Teresa Lisbon:
Right. And what if you're wrong again?

Patrick Jane:
Well, if I'm wrong, then we're in deep trouble. But what are the chances *really* of me being wrong twice in a row? Think about that one. Of course, if either of you have a better idea of how to find Abby's body, or catch her killer, please. These are not taxi doors. They're ears.

Summer Edgecombe:
Look, I don't know anything about any dead chick.

Summer Edgecombe:
[Cho plays her tape-recorded 911 call] Um, yeah, there's a dead chick on 4th near Kennon, in case you're interested.

Summer Edgecombe:
Wow, you're way more slick than the trolls that usually bust my butt.

Patrick Jane:
Disappointing, Lisbon. I thought you might push back a little. The guy called me a circus act.

Teresa Lisbon:
Hey, the man is grieving. You push back.

Patrick Jane:
Okay, I will. [Gets up]

Teresa Lisbon:
[stops him by placing her hand on his chest] Don't you dare.

Patrick Jane:
You said that I could.

Teresa Lisbon:
I take it back.

Patrick Jane:
Lisbon, I understand your precarious emotional state. Given you've just gotten your job back, and your sensitivity to the bureaucrats that are watching your every move.

Teresa Lisbon:
They are.

Patrick Jane:
Yes, but that's your thing. I gotta be me. I can't change who I am.

Teresa Lisbon:
No, but you can change where you are tomorrow at 12.

Teresa Lisbon:
She's an old client?

Patrick Jane:
Uh, yeah.

Teresa Lisbon:
This is a mess. We don't have time for this. That boy is out there somewhere and this psychic stuff is a distraction. I think you better leave.

Patrick Jane:
Can't say I disagree.

Patrick Jane:
Well, if you care so much, how come you let her throw money away on this uh, psychic.

Deke Hutton:
Never bothered you when it was you, Mr. Jane. Yeah, I heard about you. You nearly squeezed Beth dry.

Patrick Jane:
That doesn't mean I'm psychic. It just means that you're gullible and desperate.

Deke Hutton:
What is wrong with you that you treat people like that?

Patrick Jane:
Oh, you should have seen me 10 years ago.

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane, we don't have time for you to have a feud with this guy. It's - it's like your conscience is battling your old self. There's no upside.

Patrick Jane:
You think that's why I'm here? Intriguing.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Calling Jane on her cell phone] Hey Jane. We got Walton. The kid's nowhere to be seen.

Patrick Jane:
Tell Rigsby to look in his left front pocket. There should be a note.

Teresa Lisbon:
Rigs, is there a note in your left front pocket?

Wayne Rigsby:
[Rigsby pulls out a note from his left front pocket] "The balloon man didn't take Connor."... Okay, so how did he do that?

Wayne Rigsby:
Hey, you okay?

Grace Van Pelt:
Yeah. I feel pretty good actually. I'm starting to enjoy shooting people. [Van Pelt chuckles] Gotcha.

Kimball Cho:
You wanted Connor dead. You grabbed him and then made it look like a child murderer did it. Which part are we misunderstanding?

Jonathan Flint:
I was going to bring him *back*!

Kimball Cho:
So what was the knife for?

Jonathan Flint:
I... I didn't...

Teresa Lisbon:
Planning is easy. Reality is a bit harder.

Nate Glass:
Son of a b*tch! Trying to steal my action?

Patrick Jane:
Mr. Glass, nice to finally meet you. And you got no action. You're a disgrace to the profession. That contact you faked with Connor - weak. Weak!

Nate Glass:
Bite me. That gag was seamless. Did you see how she fell for it? [Glass chuckles. Then in a high voice] Oh Mo Mo. Mo Mo. [Glass chuckles again]

Patrick Jane:
Thanks that should do it. [Jane pulls out a recorder]

Beth Flint:
All those years ago - when you were a psychic - you were lying to me. Telling me about my future.

Patrick Jane:
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

Beth Flint:
Don't apologize. You tried to tell me. You deceived me sure, but you gave me hope. Thank you for that. Goodbye, Patrick.

Patrick Jane:
I didn't give her hope. I stole her hope.

Teresa Lisbon:
I think hope is worth it at any price.

Patrick Jane:
What? Are you running for office now?

Teresa Lisbon:
Okay, you know what? You're a wicked charlatan. You're going to Hell then.

Patrick Jane:
That's more like it. Save you a seat by the fire.

Teresa Lisbon:
Oh, I'm not going to hell.

Patrick Jane:
Oh, you're not, huh?

Teresa Lisbon:
No.

Wayne Rigsby:
Well, maybe we'll get lucky. Catch a dunk. We're due an easy one.

Teresa Lisbon:
Ugh, you shouldn't have said that.

Wayne Rigsby:
Said what?

Teresa Lisbon:
"We're due an easy one." Now we're jinxed.

Wayne Rigsby:
Sorry.

Chief Arnold Nail:
Agent Lisbon, we may have something. One of my officers is engaged in a pursuit off a traffic stop. Driver was acting crazy. Could be our guy

Teresa Lisbon:
[Quietly to Rigsby] Don't say a word.

Chief Arnold Nail:
Vehicle is a blue Citroen. About 30 years old. California plates.

Teresa Lisbon:
[Loudly to Rigsby] See what you did!

Patrick Jane:
Well, I would like to pay this ticket - but under protest.

Zach Gladden:
Nobody pays any other way.

Teresa Lisbon:
You don't want to start a gun fight unless you need to. We should get the information first.

Chief Arnold Nail:
If I'm hearing right. There's a group of citizens in there being threatened by a nut with a gun. I don't need to know more than that!

Donna:
I-I-I'm sorry I said anything. Please - please don't shoot me.

Ron Crosswhite:
I'm not going to shoot you.

Patrick Jane:
Well, waving a gun in her face is not a good idea.

Gale Bertram:
Agent Lisbon, I-I just had a conversation with a reporter from the Examiner and he seemed to know a *lot* about the situation in Crane Creek. I told him that no matter what any unnamed source may say, CBI puts civilian safety first. And we are *not* bowing to local pressure to do otherwise. I also told him that authority in Crane Creek resides with our head agent in the field - you. I've let Bagshaw and his chief know that you're in charge.

Teresa Lisbon:
Thank you, sir.

Gale Bertram:
We'll discuss this again.

Ron Crosswhite:
[the phones are all ringing] Well, what now?

Patrick Jane:
You got me... You could answer the phone. [Crosswhite starts smashing all the phones] Well that's going to make it a little tricky to talk to them.

Teresa Lisbon:
Jane sent us a note.

Chief Arnold Nail:
What's it say?

Teresa Lisbon:
"Hey everybody. Solved the case. Saw an envelope on the Mayor's desk left by Amber. Must be what the killer's looking for. Can't get to it right now. Yours truly - Jane. P.S. Lisbon, I'm not paying the ticket."

Ron Crosswhite:
I don't even know why I'm listening to you.

Patrick Jane:
Because I know what I'm talking about. You're on the edge, and I've been there. It's a dark and lonely place. And I'm telling you this is the way back. And more than anything else, I'm offering you what you want. Your wife's killer standing in front of you in chains. Now if you go out there, there's a chance you will see that. But if you stay in here, you'll probably die.

Teresa Lisbon:
CBI employees shatll not give anonymous or off the record statements to the media.

Gale Bertram:
And what are the repercussions of said violations?

Teresa Lisbon:
Suspension or termination.

Gale Bertram:
Yes. However, both the Bagshaws are happy. Everyone's alive. You caught the killer.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yes, sir.

Gale Bertram:
Hmph. You-you find the right lever, agent, you can move the world. You found the right lever. That was a smart play. [Slight chuckle] Only hope you stay smart.

Patrick Jane:
Hello Heather Evans. You're very attractive. It's probably why your name's not on that list. Good looking women, they live in a different world.

Madeleine Hightower:
Ellis Harrington is the owner of the 7th largest media conglomerate in the world.

Teresa Lisbon:
Yes ma'am.

Madeleine Hightower:
And you don't want to disappoint a man who owns 200 TV Stations and a national newspaper.

Teresa Lisbon:
No ma'am.

Patrick Jane:
Son staged a coup?

Alexander Harrington:
Yes. Do you have any idea of the guts it takes to pull that off? Xander proved he could lead. I've never been prouder of him. Proud of... uh Eddie too, my other son.

Sadie Harrington:
How do you tell a 6 year old her father's never coming home?

Patrick Jane:
Well, she pretty much knows already. She just doesn't understand.

Kimball Cho:
Creepy.

Patrick Jane:
What? You don't like giant eyeballs?

Teresa Lisbon:
[On the phone] The bomb. I found it. On minute left.

Patrick Jane:
Good time to leave. Get out of there. Lisbon, if you think I'm even going to engage in this game of "Which wire to pull.", I 'm not interested. I don't want to play that game. Just leave. Right now! Okay?

Teresa Lisbon:
You're right. I'm out of here!

Bret Stiles:
You know, now I see why... Red John really enjoys sparring with you. A worth adversary.

Patrick Jane:
Straight for the jugular.

Teresa Lisbon:
Obviously struck a nerve.

Bret Stiles:
Nobody's past helping... even you.

Patrick Jane:
Believe when I say this, you don't want to make this personal. Now give us Stanfeld or I will make it my sole purpose to hound you for the rest of your miserable phony life.

Sadie Harrington:
[Slapping Jane] You're a bastard!

Patrick Jane:
Well, thanks for the uh, feedback. Always appreciated.

Bret Stiles:
Wha? You're kidding, right? That's it?

Madeleine Hightower:
No. Do give my best... to Senator Elman. Is he still seeing that stripper... in Bakersfield?... Lovely girl.

Madeleine Hightower:
Don't draw the wrong lesson here, Patrick. I've got Stiles checkmated. But if a player with real juice came in here, I'd want to see you dance for him.

Patrick Jane:
Isn't that what we just did?

Madeleine Hightower:
You know what I mean.

Patrick Jane:
Okay. And I do love to dance

Teresa Lisbon:
I didn't even pull the trigger on Tanner. Jane did. You signed off on him after one session.

Dr. Roy Carmen:
He has good mental health.

Teresa Lisbon:
Now I want to see your license to practice.

Teresa Lisbon:
All right then, look in the dumpsters. Let's get out of here.

Grace Van Pelt:
I did it last time.

Wayne Rigsby:
Aw man, I just got this suit.

Kimball Cho:
Okay, rock/paper/scissors on three: one... two... three.

Patrick Jane:
[Referring to the victim] Who is he?

Teresa Lisbon:
Name's William McTerr from San Francisco, serial child rapist. Served 6 years at Pelican Bay.

Patrick Jane:
And you know this how?

Teresa Lisbon:
I'm the one who sent him there.

Patrick Jane:
Ah.

Teresa Lisbon:
We're near Marie's Donuts. [Starts to leave] Anyone want to get a bearclaw after?

Sam Bosco:
[after Jane does an impression of Bosco] Well that's pretty good. You should get an act together. Can you do Barbara Streissand.