Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe the kidnappers have their eye on the Westlakes' bank account?
This is copies of the case paperwork so far.
It can be difficult.
Yeah, they were kind of showy. A little too visible, don't you think?
A witness gave us a partial plate on the kidnapper's car.
My best guess would be...
- Never. What?
- Well, could be a coincidence. - There are no coincidences.
I have to go. They don't even know I'm here.
You can't be a full member until you've killed someone.
Come on, anybody can get a tattoo.
S.F.P.D. Suspected her of being in the gang...
I can understand that.
But when a big score's coming up, I hear about it.
I need the actual case file. Unabridged.
It's been abandoned seven years.
We don't need luck.
Okay. All right.
- I'll call you later. - Wayne?
Night Colin's ransom got paid, I sat with his parents till morning.
...in the Westlake house. That's the way they work.
But if you are absent in this moment...
- Lf you care about them, you'll leave. - The cops I work with, meaning Lisbon.
Hope it's some kind of consolation. Been waiting a long time for that boy.
Just waiting to hear he was safe.
Excuse me, I'm with the CBI. Wondering if I could ask a few questions?
Hush.
- You're not gonna hear him out? - He's got nothing to tell.
- Care to reframe that, Sam? - No.
So we're gonna go talk to them.
- How you doing? - They think the rounds...
- You sure? - Sure? No.
What'd he say?
This is a summary of the Red John case since I took over.
Next time you come at me in the street, make sure it's for a worthwhile question.
That was good. Did that hurt? Looked like it hurt.
Never mind.
- Yes. - Lf there's no ransom demand...
This man is a, uh...