Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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