Jane, I need you.
It's nice to be needed. Anything for you, Lisbon.
The Mentalist · Season 5
Jane, I need you.
It's nice to be needed. Anything for you, Lisbon.
He has a talk radio show— "Prescription For Love with Buddy Hennings".
[Jane smirks]
What? I've listened to it in my car a few times.
All right. I'll go talk to Buddy Hennings, the Love Doctor, and you check out the shady bakery.
Van Pelt and Rigsby can handle that. I'll go to the radio station with you.
Ahh... that's 'cause you're a fan!
I am not! Look, I just think he's a viable lead.
It's all right, Lisbon. We all have our guilty pleasures.
Hi, we need to speak with Buddy Hennings.
If you want to be on the show, you have to fill out this form and take it to couple's intake.
Oh, we're not a couple. Please.
What she means is ours is more of a platonic love.
I have a very exciting assignment for you, Grace.
You do? Cool, what is it?
These are for you. Try them on.
Nothing for me?
Trust me, you wouldn't like them.
Your brow is furrowed and you have that squinty look in your eye. You want to talk to me about the whole foot fetish thing, but the Catholic schoolgirl in you tells you that it's not necessarily appropriate.
You're right. I don't get it. I can't wrap my head around it.
I mean, "fetish" is a strong word, but everyone has that thing. It's just... It's human nature.
I don't.
Oh, come on, Lisbon. Don't deny yourself that freedom. There's definitely something out there that works for you, something that flips your switch. Like turtlenecks.
You're right. It's inappropriate. Good night!
Turtlenecks it is.
I'm gonna guess this man was suffering from rheumatoid arthritis.
Well, if you're gonna get in a gunfight, it's best to get in one with an arthritic shooter.
The Tupperware's a clue. Why hide something in Tupperware?
I don't know. Keep it fresh?
Nothing stays fresh for nine years.
Well, maybe LaRoche needed a box, and the Tupperware was handy.
No. Tupperware's never handy. It's always in the wrong drawer.
And when you do find it, the lid's always missing.
Right? I hate that.
My time is running out. Whatever happens, I want to thank you for trying to help me.
Well, truth is, you're a hard man not to help, LaRoche. You're like a Shar-Pei puppy that's rolled onto its back. You have to rub its belly.
You're mocking me.
No, no, I'm happy to rub your belly.
That won't be necessary.
I hope not.
Why don't you just ask LaRoche what's in the box?
He's not gonna tell me voluntarily. It's embarrassing to him and deeply personal.
And it's in Tupperware?
Yes. How could you not want to investigate?
Two years ago, I hired a petty thief to break into LaRoche's safe for a list of Red John suspects.
Yeah, I know. I had to slug the guy in front of his lawyer to keep you out of jail. Cost me six months in anger management.
Yeah, and I hope you learned something. [Lisbon hits him]
What if he's right? What if Red John really does have powers?
Please. A-and what if dolphins were actually aliens from another galaxy? That would be kind of cool.
Where were you the night before last?
Oh, I was far away, communing with the spirits. Where were you? Let me see. Lying in bed, thinking of Patrick. You're a little in love with him, eh? But he's so secretive and controlling. That's hard, isn't it?
Red John. Any punk killer who wants to fool with you can paint a smiley face on the wall. "Ooh, it's Red John"
It was Red John.
Red John has your mind completely messed up. You see him every place you look. You think you're getting closer, but he is just playing with you.
We'll see.
Has it never occurred to you to ask exactly how Red John is always one step ahead of you? How is it he seems to read your mind?
You tell me.
Red John's got powers. Real psychic powers that you refuse to believe in. Teresa will hear what I'm saying, but you've no faith, so you're deaf to the truth. He's got powers. That's why he'll always defeat you.
(about Jane's suspect list) Are these people I know well?
Very well.
J.J. LaRoche?
No.
Ardiles?
Hmm. Interesting guess. No.
Would you tell me if I guess right?
Nope.
You're killing me.
(at the crime scene) This is Red John.
How can you tell?
Because when it's him, I can feel it.
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