- Teresa Lisbon: A secret society of dirty cops.
- Patrick Jane: And Red John's a member.
- [realizing something]
- Patrick Jane: Partridge.
- Teresa Lisbon: He said "tiger, tiger" to me right before he died.
- Patrick Jane: Hmm. Yes. Yes. He was asking for help, in the hopes that you were a member.
- Teresa Lisbon: But if he had a tattoo, it would have been in the autopsy report.
- Patrick Jane: Well, you can't trust a file. We have to see it.
- Teresa Lisbon: I'll have Cho track down the body. But Partridge could be buried by now.
- Patrick Jane: Well, have Cho bring a shovel.
- Kimball Cho: You okay?
- Teresa Lisbon: I'm fine. The doctors say Jane's stable. There's no major trauma or anything. He's just not awake.
- Kimball Cho: They found the remains of three people. Positive IDs for Bret Stiles, Ray Haffner, and Thomas McAllister.
- Teresa Lisbon: Are you sure? I would think Bret Stiles would survive a nuclear attack.
- Kimball Cho: The bodies are all burnt to a crisp. But the crime techs did spot DNA tests; coroner's office checked it against medical records. Stiles, Haffner, and McAllister are all positively dead.
- Teresa Lisbon: What about Smith? Any sightings?
- Kimball Cho: Not yet. Rigsby and Van Pelt are on it.
- Teresa Lisbon: The team's looking for Smith, Bertram's on the run. So who's Red John? Is it Bertram or Smith?
- Patrick Jane: I need to look them both in the eye.
- Wayne Rigsby: Smith could be anywhere by now.
- Grace Van Pelt: Yeah, I tried to trace the GPS signal in his cell phone, but it's been dead for hours.
- Wayne Rigsby: No, a dirty FBI cop like him, he's bound to have a burner.
- Grace Van Pelt: Dr. Lavrov said he didn't get a chance to sew Smith up. He's still walking around with a bullet wound.
- Wayne Rigsby: So he's in a bad way wherever he is.
- Grace Van Pelt: He'll get picked up by someone eventually.
- Wayne Rigsby: Yeah, but any cop who finds him...
- [he stops talking as another agent approaches; taking a nearby file, the agent then leaves]
- Grace Van Pelt: This is scary. We can't trust anyone.
- Wayne Rigsby: Nope.
- Reede Smith: Five years ago, I hurt my back. I was helping my cousin move a stupid couch. Doctor gave me some pain pills; turns out I liked 'em. I got hooked before I even knew what was happening.
- Patrick Jane: So?
- Reede Smith: So... I'm chasing a gangbanger down an alley in Carson Springs, and I'm out of it. I mean *way* out of it. I thought... I thought I was being followed. I shot a little girl. A twelve year old girl. Local cops took my blood, they had witnesses; they had me cold. And then this detective, he reaches out to me and he says they can make it all go away. And they did.
- Teresa Lisbon: The blood tests? The witnesses? All of it?
- Reede Smith: Hell, when they got done fixing it, the FBI gave me a medal.
- Teresa Lisbon: And exactly who are "they"?
- Reede Smith: We call ourselves the Blake Association.
- Teresa Lisbon: Why?
- Patrick Jane: Tiger, tiger.
- Reede Smith: "Tiger, tiger, burning bright." From a poem by Blake. Someone's a big fan of his, I guess.
- Teresa Lisbon: Well, who else is in the association?
- Reede Smith: Cops, judges, FBI agents. Anyone in law enforcement that needs a secret covered up.
- Teresa Lisbon: Like your drug habit.
- Reede Smith: You need a favor, you ask for it. You get asked to do something, you do it.
- Teresa Lisbon: Tiger, tiger.
- Reede Smith: Yup.
- Teresa Lisbon: Is there somebody who's in charge?
- Reede Smith: Must be. I don't know who. Just know my little group. That's it. But I'm guessing must be hundreds of us. Maybe thousands.
- Teresa Lisbon: And nobody knows about it?
- Patrick Jane: Bob Kirkland knew about it, didn't he? Go ahead, just say it. Unburden yourself.
- Reede Smith: Yeah. He knew too much. So I killed him.
- Patrick Jane: Do you know that Red John's a member of the Blake Association?
- [Smith groans, rubs his eyes, and nods]
- Teresa Lisbon: Are you sure?
- Reede Smith: Red John had a follower, Rebecca Anderson. Killed some of your guys about four years ago.
- Teresa Lisbon: Yeah, Sam Bosco and his team.
- Reede Smith: Them. Someone asked me to get FBI credentials so that they could access CBI.
- Teresa Lisbon: Red John, or someone who worked for him, snuck into the CBI and poisoned Rebecca. And you helped them?
- Reede Smith: I mean... that's when I knew I'd... I'd done a... favor for a serial killer.
- Teresa Lisbon: Who asked you to get the credentials?
- Reede Smith: I dunno. It was a phone call. That's the way the Association works. You never know.
- [alarmed as someone passes by outside whistling]
- Reede Smith: You... you're gonna be able to keep me safe, right?
- Patrick Jane: That depends.
- [looking Smith in the eyes]
- Patrick Jane: Did you murder my wife and daughter?
- Reede Smith: I did not murder your wife and daughter. I swear on my mother.
- Teresa Lisbon: Do you believe him?
- Patrick Jane: He confessed to murder. Red John would never break like that. Not even as an act.
- Teresa Lisbon: Well, if Smith isn't Red John...
- Patrick Jane: That means we have work to do. And we need help. Who took over from Brenda Shettrick?
- Teresa Lisbon: In media relations? Why?
- Grace Van Pelt: [finding a flash drive in Bertram's vault] Well, there's only one file on the drive. It's password protected. I'll have to brute force it. Cool. I've been wanting to use my new FPGA.
- Kimball Cho: Your what?
- Wayne Rigsby: Trust me. Don't ask.
- Dennis Abbott: May I have your attention, please? Put down your phones and step away for your desk. Now.
- [nobody moves]
- Teresa Lisbon: I'm Special Agent in Charge Teresa Lisbon. Who the hell are you?
- Dennis Abbott: FBI Supervisory Agent Dennis Abbott. Now, I repeat, stand up and stand away from your desk. Please.
- Teresa Lisbon: We're in the middle of a manhunt for a dangerous fugitive. Now, if you would like to assist...
- Dennis Abbott: The head of this alleged law enforcement organization is a murderer. And a member of a massive criminal conspiracy.
- Teresa Lisbon: Which included FBI agents.
- Dennis Abbott: Yes, and that's why the Bureau sent me here from the Austin, Texas office to clean up the mess.
- [taking a sheet of paper out of his jacket pocket]
- Dennis Abbott: I am holding in my hand a writ from a federal judge. The FBI is closing down your organization right now. All of you are relieved from your active duties as of this moment.
- Grace Van Pelt: You can't do that.
- Dennis Abbott: I'm here to collect evidence. Don't get in my way.
- [to his agents]
- Dennis Abbott: Let's go to work, fellas!
- Dennis Abbott: Dennis Abbott, FBI. You must be Patrick Jane.
- Teresa Lisbon: They've shut us down.
- Dennis Abbott: We're gonna need to interview you at some point, but it can wait. We're gonna be here for some time. Just don't leave town.
- Patrick Jane: We have a killer to catch.
- Dennis Abbott: Oh, well, that's our problem now. You had your chance to catch him and you blew it. If you were really trying.
- [a passing FBI agent bumps into Jane; his teacup falls from its saucer and breaks on the floor]
- Patrick Jane: That was my favorite cup.
- [last lines]
- Teresa Lisbon: What now?
- Patrick Jane: I don't know.
- Teresa Lisbon: Van Pelt found some coded files on Bertram's flash drive. Should we get started on those?
- Patrick Jane: [getting on the elevator] No, it's a waste of time. We're done. There's nothing more to do here. Just go home, get some rest.
- Teresa Lisbon: You're not quitting. I don't believe it.
- Patrick Jane: No, I'm not quitting. I'm letting go. It's out of our hands for now. I'll be in touch. Okay?
- [as the doors close]
- Patrick Jane: I'm sorry. For everything.