Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay. All right.

- I'll call you later. - Wayne?

Next time you come at me in the street, make sure it's for a worthwhile question.

- You sure? - Sure? No.

It can be difficult.

It's been abandoned seven years.

- Lf you care about them, you'll leave. - The cops I work with, meaning Lisbon.

Maybe the kidnappers have their eye on the Westlakes' bank account?

Yeah, they were kind of showy. A little too visible, don't you think?

Come on, anybody can get a tattoo.

- Yes. - Lf there's no ransom demand...

S.F.P.D. Suspected her of being in the gang...

I have to go. They don't even know I'm here.

This man is a, uh...

I can understand that.

But when a big score's coming up, I hear about it.

That was good. Did that hurt? Looked like it hurt.

Excuse me, I'm with the CBI. Wondering if I could ask a few questions?

Night Colin's ransom got paid, I sat with his parents till morning.

But if you are absent in this moment...

You can't be a full member until you've killed someone.

- Care to reframe that, Sam? - No.

...in the Westlake house. That's the way they work.

Just waiting to hear he was safe.

We don't need luck.

A witness gave us a partial plate on the kidnapper's car.

This is a summary of the Red John case since I took over.

- You're not gonna hear him out? - He's got nothing to tell.

I need the actual case file. Unabridged.

My best guess would be...

- Well, could be a coincidence. - There are no coincidences.

This is copies of the case paperwork so far.

Hope it's some kind of consolation. Been waiting a long time for that boy.

- How you doing? - They think the rounds...

So we're gonna go talk to them.