"Do you know these people Jane?"
"No never met them in my life"
"Are you sure?"
"Lisbon I am certain. I never forget anything."
After finding the photograph Lisbon ushered Jane out of the room and into the living room. Jane sat himself on to a hard back chair leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees. Lisbon is standing over him.
"And you haven't been to this house?"
Jane shakes his head.
"So why is there a photo of you here?"
Jane looks up
"I suggest asking the husband."
Lisbon turns and spies Cho in the hallway, she catches his eye and beckons him over.
"Where's the husband?"
"He is next door with a Mr. Jack Clegg. He is waiting to be questioned."
"Okay Jane and I are going to interview him. I want this place thoroughly searched."
"Are we looking for anything in particular."
"Anything to do with Jane."
Cho steals a glance at Jane.
"Jane boss?"
"Yes this murder is definitely about him and we found a torn photograph of him behind the dresser in the bedroom. Jane says he doesn't know these people and has never been to this house."
"Is he alright?"
"It was tough in there for a while but he seems to be holding his own right now. I want to get him back to headquarters as quickly as possible. So once we have finished questioning the husband we will mostly head back there."
"Okay boss."
Jane seems to have shown no interest in their conversation. Lisbon touches his shoulder. He turns towards her.
"C'mon Jane lets go see the husband."
Jane stands up slowly, pulls at his Jacket and follows Lisbon:
"Do you think I could have a cup of tea while we're there."
Lisbon and Jane arrive at the neighbours door, Lisbon rings the bell and Jane rubs his hands down the front of his jacket and looks around him. He sees a pleasant neighbourhood. The people who live here obviously have enough money to be comfortable but are not 'rich'. The houses look well maintained and the paint is refreshed on a regular basis. The kind of neighbourhood that did not expect to be recipients of such evil. Finally a man opens the door. Lisbon shows her card:
"Jack Clegg, my name is Agent Lisbon and this is my colleague Patrick Jane, we would like to see Mr. Poulson please."
"Of course come in."
He steps aside and leads them into a huge living room decorated entirely in white. Mr. Poulson is sat straight up in an easy chair and doesn't seem to register their presence. They walk over to him with Jane keeping behind her. Lisbon shows her badge once more.
"Mr Poulson, my name is Agent Lisbon and this is Patrick Jane, I am sorry for your loss and I know it is a bad time but we need to ask just a few questions."
Dull eyes look up at Lisbon but they quickly change as they land on the sight of Jane. Before Lisbon can stop him he is out of his chair and throwing himself at Jane, who, taken by surprise. falls under his weight. Mr. Poulson is shouting and has Jane by the throat as Lisbon tries to pull him off and regain order. Finally she gets through to him before she has to resort to her gun and handcuffs. He releases his hold of Jane and using Jane's chest as leverage he stands up. Jane scrambles out from in between his legs holding his throat. Lisbon sits Mr. Poulson down and reaches for her phone.
"Rigsby I need to come next door...I know you are but leave that I need you now! Mr. Clegg could you go and let my agent in please."
Jack Clegg nods and heads to the door. She ends the call and goes to Jane to check if he is alright. He is sitting with his arm resting on a bent knee rubbing his neck. He waves away her concern and looks towards Mr. Poulson. . Rigsby enters, surveys the room and looks questioningly at Lisbon.
"Rigsby I need you take Jane out of here."
She turns to Jane:
"Are you alright, or do you need to see a doctor?"
Jane responds in a raspy voice:
"I'm fine, nothing a cup of tea won't cure."
"Okay, go back to the headquarters, Rigsby will take you."
Rigsby helps Jane up off the floor and they leave the house Jane digs in a pocket and takes out his keys:
"I'm fine Rigsby, my car is here so I can drive myself. No need for you to come with me."
"The boss said I had to take you."
"I'll take full responsibility. I will tell her that I distracted you and then got in my car and drove away."
Rigsby doesn't look convinced. They walk a little further and then Jane starts coughing and holding his throat.
"Are you okay."
"Can...you...get me...a drink...of water"
Rigsby heads towards the house but when he hears the sound of a car door closing he realises what has happened he turns around to see Jane driving away.
Lisbon looks sternly at Mr. Poulson.
"You are lucky not to be in handcuffs right now. Why did you attack my consultant?"
"He's a fake! A fake psychic! He ruined my mother's life and took all her money saying he could talk to my father!"
"When was this and what is the name of your mother?
"What does it matter. It's my wife's murder that matters."
"Everything could matter sir. Now when did your mother seek Patrick Jane?"
"It was two years ago. My Dad had been dead for six months. She went to one of his shows with a friend and was so impressed that she called him up and had one on one sessions with him. You wouldn't believe how much he charged to lie to people."
Lisbon decides it is best not to try and defend her consultant as that could only rile the man up more, plus she can't deny what he is saying since Patrick Jane himself confesses to being a fraud. But this is a connection between this man and Jane and Red John brings it full circle.
"What is your mother's name?"
"It's Martha Poulson. She lives in a nursing home in Arizona now."
"Okay if you can let me have her contact details I would appreciate it."
"I still don't see what my mother has to do with anything."
"I know and I will only contact her if it is necessary. Now Mr. Poulson if I can ask you a few questions about tonight. What time did you arrive home?..."
It was almost ten o'clock before the detectives made it back to the CBI. Lisbon had not been pleased to see Rigsby still at the crime scene and maybe one day he won't fall for one of Jane's tricks. Nothing has been found in the search of the house. They enter the bullpen knowing they still have a good three hours work before they can think about going home and getting some sleep. Lisbon notices immediately the absence of Jane and calls to one of the agents still around.
"Ron, has Jane gone home already?"
"Jane? I haven't seen him at all today."
"Have you been here all evening."
"Yes."
Lisbon takes out her phone and calls Jane, and then again and again, but each time she connects only to the answer phone.
"Jane! Where are You!"