Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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