The Mentalist – TV Series based around Patrick Jane who pretended to be a Psychic who could talk to the other side and assisted police departments with solving murders. He gets involved in a serial killer case of Red John, who Jane slanders on a talk show. Red John kills his Wife and Daughter because of this. After spending some time in a psychiatric Hospital after their murders, Jane comes and works as a consultant for the CBI. He uses his natural abilities of reading people and observing to solve murders and hopes to find Red John along the way and make him pay for what he has done.
The Mentalist - Red Murder
Someone who uses mental
acuity, hypnosis and/or
suggestion.
A master manipulator
of thoughts and behavior.
Sacramento, California, USA
It is a dark, cold and quiet night. A young girl yells and swears in anguish, while running out the door. A father grown old before his time is pained from what she has said, but proceeds to run after her. The girl runs, stumbling along the footpath in an emotional state. Crying she cannot see where she is going. As she looks back to see her father racing after her, a figure from out behind the bushes stabs the girl in the abdomen. She makes no sound, just looks shocked and confused as she falls to the ground. Her father catching up, does not see the figure in the shadows. All he sees is his daughter laying there close to deaths arms. "Darlene" he cries out like a wounded wolf, as he bends down to cradle her. The same figure from out of bushes then comes from behind and stabs the father as he holds his only piece of family, now gone in his arms.
Once in daylight, a beautiful tree lined neighborhood with middle classed homes is no longer as it seems. The sidewalk is closed off with yellow police tape, surrounded by police forensic teams and local police department squad cars. The whole CBI team Agent Lisbon, Cho, Rigsby, Van Pelt and followed at the rear by Jane come onto the scene. The sheriff of Sacramento District Police Department George Tullman lifts up the tape as they all gather round looking over the bodies.
Sheriff Tullman bends down and points to each body, identifying their wounds.
"Young Girl, fifteen, Darlene Fitzgerald, single wound to the abdomen, no other injuries appear to be present." "Middle aged man, Forty Six, Bruce Fitzgerald, single wound to the lower back and no other injuries appear to be present."
"Father and Daughter, here I'm afraid." Sheriff Tullman turns to look at Lisbon who’s in charge. "Are you aware of any witnesses?" Lisbon waits for his answer showing impatience she continues."Have any neighbors been spoken to so far?"
"No Ma'am, it’s all been crazy hectic here this morning, had no chance." Tullman's Texas drawl is very prominent when he doesnt like to be questioned.
"Okay, well will be taking over the investigation from now on." Lisbon looks sternly at Tullman, while his face changes to disappointment.
As everyone moves off to the side, Jane comes in for a closer look. He notes to himself the position the bodies are in and their wounds. He then stands back and inspects the area, looking back towards the houses across the street. A woman quickly steps back from the window where she had been spying from. Jane now knows where to start.
Lisbon starts giving orders to the guys to stay on the scene to collect evidence.
“Jane, you and me,” Lisbon looks around for Jane.
“Christ’s sake Jane,” Lisbon grumbles when she sees Jane walking to the house across the road. Lisbon has to run over to catch up before he goes in alone.
“Haven’t I told you not to go ahead without me," Lisbon growls at Jane.
Jane gives Lisbon a cheeky smirk and is about to make a snarky comment when the door opens.
“Ahh, hi there. Can I help you two?” A women in her late forties stands in the doorway defensively blocking them from coming inside.
“I’m Detective Lisbon and this is Patrick Jane, we’re here with the CBI investigating the murders that happened across the street. May we come in?”
The woman hesitates looking back into the house, but proceeds to open the door to her slightly shambled home and motions them over to the front sitting room.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name Mrs?” Lisbon notes down as she speaks.
“Margaret Fisher.”
“Mrs Fisher did you know the Fitzgerald family?” Lisbon puts on her concerned face.
“Yes, what a horrible thing to happen. A lovely family they were,” the woman continues in a soft voice.
“Did you know them well?” Lisbon asks.
“When Mrs Fitzgerald was around she was well liked in the community, a good mother.” Mrs Fisher trys to sound genuine.
Jane watches her body language carefully; her hands clasped in her lap. Wandering around the living room, Jane trys to take the Fisher’s personas in.
“Could I quickly use your bathroom Mrs Fisher?” Jane stands at the corridor ready to head to the back of the house.
“I haven’t gotten round to cleaning this morning.” Mrs Fisher starts to look anxious.
“Ohh I won’t judge, I promise” Jane smiles and heads down without waiting for her permission.
Lisbon, now annoyed, has to keep Mrs Fisher talking so Jane can snoop around the house. She starts to look up from her notes to continue with Mrs Fisher.
"Was around?" Lisbon falters.
Lisbon was too slow this time, Mrs Fisher already had a revolver pointed at her.
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