.
.
I do not own The Mentalist. No copyright infringement is intended, and I have made no money with this, believe me.
AN: Here are the sneak peeks from 8.03 and 8.04. I'll probably be publishing two at a time from now on. (Remember, Ramos and Branch are the two new team members.)
Black Coffee - 8.03
The team delves into a child smuggling ring with ties to Columbia. The obstetrician tells a very pregnant Lisbon that she must give up caffeine because of her elevated blood pressure.
.
.
.
EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT – DAY
An FBI SUV and Lisbon's car both sit outside a sheet metal warehouse. Cho, Ramos, Wylie, and Branch don their vests and chamber their weapons, as Jane looks on. Lisbon holds her vest up in a futile exercise, but it is obvious she can no longer wear it. She shrugs. Cho nods to Lisbon, and she and Jane remain outside the large metal sliding door while the rest of the team files in, weapons drawn.
INT. WAREHOUSE – DAY
The team invades the warehouse, each going a different direction, checking for bad guys.
BRANCH: Clear.
RAMOS: Clear.
WYLIE: Clear
CHO: All clear. Lisbon!
Lisbon and Jane appear through the door to join the team inside and they continue to search the warehouse, looking for something specific.
BRANCH: Here!
Branch points to a crate the size of a pickup truck bed, standing chest high. On the side it says COFFEE BEANS. KEEP DRY. The team gathers around.
CHO: Let's get this open.
Wylie locates a piece of metal that resembles a crow bar.
WYLIE: Try this.
They manage to pry the lid open, and pull the top off the crate. The inside is filled up to six inches from the top with coffee beans, but they see the tip of an inch and a half diameter tube sticking up above the surface of the beans.
RAMOS: What's that?
Cho digs beside it, and once he sees what it is, his efforts become frantic. Ramos sees as well, and pitches in to help him dig. They uncover the body of a little girl of about eight or nine, wearing snorkel gear. Cho shakes his head. She is dead. He hits the side of the crate hard with his fist.
BRANCH: There's another one.
Branch motions to the tip of a tube on the other side of the crate of beans. Cho and Ramos dig out another child's body, a boy of about the same age, also dead.
Ramos looks stricken. He has never seen anything like this. Branch stands stiffly, trying not to react.
WYLIE: (horrified) How could someone…? They're little kids.
BRANCH: (terse and controlled) Someone thought they could breathe through the snorkels, but the crates must have been filled too deep with beans. They ended up buried alive.
Despair mixed with anger clouds Jane's face as he turns abruptly and walks away. Lisbon stands silently as a single tear rolls down her cheek.
.
EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT – DAY
Lisbon pulls her car out of the warehouse lot. Jane is sitting in the passenger seat beside her.
INT. LISBON'S CAR – DAY – CONTINUOUS
Jane and Lisbon are both upset, and they hold hands on the front seat console in an effort to comfort each other after the horrific reveal in the warehouse. They ride a few minutes in silence, then Jane speaks.
JANE: Do you think your brother would come down and do the electric work on the cabin?
LISBON: (Drawn out of her funk by the unexpected question) Yes, I'm sure he would. (beat) I thought you wanted to do it all yourself?
JANE: I want the remodel to stay on schedule.
Jane sets his jaw.
JANE: (CONT'D) But I have to help find the bastards who did this.
Lisbon nods.
LISBON: I'll call Jimmy when we get home.
.
INT. OBSTETRICIAN'S OFFICE – DAY
Lisbon and Jane sit side by side in chairs in an exam room, facing the doctor. There is a rumpled gown draped over the exam table nearby. Lisbon has already had her exam.
DOCTOR: You're thirty two weeks and things are coming along nicely. Good amount of weight gain, healthy heartbeat, good fetal movement. Your blood pressure is tending upward a bit, though. Nothing to be overly concerned about at this point. There is no protein in your urine to suggest preeclampsia.
Jane puts a reassuring hand on Lisbon's knee.
DOCTOR: (CONT'D) Do you drink caffeine? Coffee?
LISBON: I have been limiting myself to one cup a day, in the mornings. On a bad day, I'll have a second, but not often.
DOCTOR: I think you should discontinue your caffeine entirely. It's something easy to do, and it might be contributing to your elevated blood pressure.
Jane's eyebrows rise. Clearly this doctor has not seen his wife without caffeine.
LISBON: (stunned) No? Coffee? No coffee?
DOCTOR: Yes, it's only eight more weeks, or thereabouts, after all.
Lisbon takes a deep breath, realizing she must do this.
LISBON: Okay.
She nods a little too enthusiastically.
LISBON: Sure. I'll do this. I have to. For the baby.
Her words agree but her face says, "I don't know if I can do this" as she glances at Jane.
.
.
.
INT. BEDROOM OF JANES' CABIN – DAY
Steam rolls out of the master bathroom door as Jane picks his vest off the bed and puts it on. He is nearly dressed.
LISBON: (shrill) (V.O.) Where did you hide the damn shampoo! Are we late?
Jane sticks his head into the open bathroom door.
JANE: It's right there, on the ledge, behind the conditioner. No need to hurry. We have plenty of time.
We hear a small CRASH of something landing on the shower floor – a plastic bottle perhaps.
LISBON: (V.O.) Shit!
JANE: Need any help, dear?
LISBON: (with venom) (V.O.) I need for you to leave the shampoo where it belongs.
Jane eases quietly away from the bathroom door, grabs his coat, and hightails it out the door toward the kitchen.
INT. JANES' KITCHEN – DAY - CONTINUOUS
Jane goes to the fridge and pours orange juice into a travel coffee mug, sitting it on the counter. Then he picks up his phone, unhooking it from its charging wire. He punches in a speed dial number.
JANE: (quietly, into phone) Cho? (beat) Do you have any suspects who need to be leaned on hard this morning? (beat) Great. May I suggest you assign Lisbon that duty as soon as she arrives this morning? (beat) The doctor has taken her off coffee - caffeine. (beat) You're welcome. See you in a bit.
Jane stashes the phone in his pocket quickly as Lisbon roars into the kitchen.
LISBON: Are you ready?
JANE: Yes and no.
Jane picks up the mug of orange juice and hands it to Lisbon, who scowls at him, and they head out the door.
.
FADE OUT
.
.
.
.
Blue Eyed Boy 8.04
Cho becomes suspicious of a well-liked and ambitious Austin Chief of the Cybercrime Division, who is being groomed for a fast track up the FBI admin ladder. Patrick and Teresa welcome a son.
.
INT. AUSTIN FBI HQ – NIGHT
It is late – most everyone is gone from the 5th floor. CHO bends over his computer, typing. Clicks the mouse. Frowns. Types some more. He stops, mulling something, and raises his eyes to stare out into the empty bullpen for a moment. He makes his decision and closes his laptop.
INT. AUSTIN RESTAURANT – NIGHT
Cho sits alone with his back to the wall at an 'out of the way' table in a bustling restaurant. He takes a sip of his beer, squares his shoulders, then pulls out a burner phone and punches in a number.
INT. ABBOTT'S HOME IN DC – NIGHT
DENNIS ABBOTT is clad in a T shirt and flannel pants, lounging on his couch doing paperwork. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, then goes back to work. His phone rings. He looks at the number and frowns – who is this?
INTERCUT: AUSTIN RESTAURANT/ABBOTT'S HOME IN DC – SAME
CHO: If you know who this is, don't say my name.
ABBOTT: (recognizes the voice immediately) Yes, I understand. What's going on?
CHO: I need for you to call this number from an anonymous line. Sorry to bother you but I don't have many people I can trust.
ABBOTT: (sitting up straight now) Will do. Give me a little time.
CHO: Thanks.
.
INT. WASHINGTON DC BAR – NIGHT
Abbott punches in a number on a burner phone of his own.
INT. AUSTIN RESTAURANT – NIGHT
Cho is finishing his meal, as he answers his phone.
INTERCUT: WASHINGTON DC BAR/AUSTIN RESTAURANT – SAME
CHO: Yes.
ABBOTT: I'm on a burner.
CHO: Good. No names, okay?
ABBOTT: Got it. What's up?
CHO: I think the chief of cybercrimes here is dirty.
ABBOTT: (after a pause) Wow.
CHO: I don't know who I can trust. I was wondering if you had any suggestions.
ABBOTT: Who do you have on the ground there now? Can they be trusted?
CHO: The nerd is solid. The wife is about to pop and the husband is distracted, but present.
ABBOTT: (chuckles) Wish I was there to see that.
CHO: The two new ones are still question marks.
ABBOTT: How dirty is the chief?
CHO: As dirty as you can get.
ABBOTT: And you're sure? Evidence?
CHO: I'm sure. The evidence is out there but I don't have it in hand yet.
ABBOTT: The husband may be able to help you with that.
CHO: If I can get his attention.
ABBOTT: You're going to need more help, though. I will check into things and get back with you. Tomorrow evening okay?
CHO: Yes. (beat) Thank you.
ABBOTT: No problem. Eightish?
CHO: Okay.
.
INT: AUSTIN FBI HEADQUARTERS – DAY
Cho, Wylie, a very pregnant Lisbon, and Jane are seated around the fishbowl conference room table with two other men in sharp dark suits.
SUITED MAN #1: Good work, Supervising Agent Cho. We've got all the evidence we need and here's your warrant. Why don't you go upstairs and arrest him?
Cho nearly smiles as he turns to Lisbon.
CHO: You figured out the crucial connection – you should make the arrest.
Lisbon looks at Jane, shrugs as if to say, 'should I'?
JANE: He won't resist. He's too arrogant. He'll think he's got it covered.
LISBON: (beaming) I'd love to.
INT: FBI AUSTIN HEADQUARTERS CYBERCRIME OFFICE – DAY
Cho, Lisbon, Jane, and two other burly agents approach the office door that reads, EDWARD BENOIT, CHIEF, CYBERCRIME DIVISION. Cho knocks.
BENNOIT: Come in (V.O.)
Cho opens the door but lets Lisbon lead in. Lisbon marches (well, waddles) through the door like she owns the office.
LISBON: Edward Benoit, I have a warrant for your arrest. Stand up and move away from your desk.
BENOIT: (surprised, but cool) What in the world are you doing, exFBI agent?
LISBON: I'm arresting you for espionage, accessory to murder, and several other things. I can read you the list if you like. Put your hands behind your back.
Cho, Jane, and the two agents step forward in a show of superior force. Beniot allows Lisbon to handcuff him.
BENOIT: (with cold ferocity) This is a mistake you will all pay for.
LISBON: (confidently sassy) Nope. It isn't.
As the two agents escort Beniot out, Lisbon suddenly gets a disturbed look on her face, and looks down. Jane notices immediately, and looks at her with concern. Then he notes the legs of her pants are wet.
JANE: Cho, would you and these gentlemen take this criminal out, please. I need to discuss something with Lisbon.
Cho frowns, but agrees and other agents outside the door watch as they march Beniot out of his office in cuffs. As soon as they are out of the office, Jane turns to his wife.
LISBON: My water just broke.
Jane nods and takes her arm.
JANE: Let's get you to the hospital, m'dear.
.
.
BLACK SCREEN: 11 AM
INT: MATERNITY WARD ROOM – DAY
Lisbon sits on the hospital bed clad in a hospital gown. A fetal monitor is strapped to her abdomen and she is fresh and smiling, ready for this new adventure. Jane stands beside her dressed in blue scrubs. A NURSE enters the room.
NURSE: You two can relax. You're only 20 % dilated and 10% effaced, so it will most likely be awhile.
Lisbon grimaces slightly as a contraction begins, but blows a long breath out and closes her eyes, dealing with it well.
JANE: Are you sure you don't want me to hypnotize you?
LISBON: (obstinate – they've had this conversation before) No. I want to do it just like the Lamaze instructor said.
BLACK SCREEN: 12 NOON
INT. MATERNITY WARD ROOM - DAY
Lisbon is sitting up, looking pretty comfortable. An orderly brings a tray of food and places it on the table beside the recliner – the "husband" chair. Lisbon looks at it longingly. Jane takes his seat and pulls the table in front of him. He lifts off the entrée plate cover and looks pleasantly surprised.
JANE: Mmm. Not bad.
Jane picks up his fork.
LISBON: You're going to just eat that? In front of me?
JANE: I'm not the one who told you that you couldn't eat. That's their rules – just in case you need a C-section. There's no reason I shouldn't keep up my strength, Teresa. Here's a lemonade. Would you like this?
She glowers at him. He ignores her glare, and sniffs his entree.
JANE: (CONT'D) This smells surprisingly good.
LISBON: Chicken? Is that barbequed chicken? I hope you choke on it.
Jane shrugs, smiles, and takes a bite of chicken.
BLACK SCREEN: 5 PM
INT. MATERNITY WARD ROOM - DAY
As the nurse fusses with the IV, Lisbon is still sitting up, but looks a bit worse for wear. Her hair is rumpled. Jane is slightly rumpled, but mostly put together. A contraction comes on. Jane looks at his watch.
JANE: They're every five minutes now.
NURSE: Still only 50% dilated. We'll check you again soon.
BLACK SCREEN: 10 PM
INT. MATERNITY WARD ROOM - NIGHT
Lisbon is lying down now, drenched in sweat. Her hair hangs in wet tendrils, sticking to her face. A disheveled Jane periodically pulls her hair out of her face, which only serves to annoy her.
LISBON: (biting) I don't need my hair styled right now.
JANE: (trying to be soothing) Okay, I was just trying to keep it out of your face.
LISBON: Well, I –
She stops talking as an extremely hard contraction begins. She takes a deep breath and Jane coaches her as she blows it out, but it is clear she's losing the composure battle. Her face contorts in pain until the contraction ends, and she flops back on the bed, exhausted and nearly in tears.
LISBON: I changed my mind.
JANE: You don't want to have this baby? It think it's a little late for that, Teresa, don't you? Really?
LISBON: (ignoring his joke – she doesn't have the energy) I want you to hypnotize me.
Jane turns away from her to take a swig of his soda. He looks dubious and a little desperate. He turns back toward her with a mask of calm and confidence.
JANE: It's a bit late, Teresa. I'm not sure it can be done. I'll need to get you relaxed, and the contractions are coming pretty close together now.
LISBON: (viciously) Patrick Jane, you son of a bitch, as many times as I've had to keep you from hypnotizing people, and now you're balking? Do it, and right damn now.
Jane's eyes get big and he resolves to give it his best shot.
JANE: (in an even, singsong voice) Close your eyes and take a breath. Imagine you are...
.
.
BLACK SCREEN: 11:36 PM
INT. MATERNITY WARD ROOM - NIGHT
Lisbon lets out a loud grunt of supreme effort.
DOCTOR: Easy now. Stop pushing!
LISBON: (wtf look) Stop?
Lisbon lies back, panting. Jane strokes her arm, soothing her.
DOCTOR: Yes. Easy now. Breathe through this next contraction and don't push.
The doctor guides the child's head out and holds on tight as she frees a shoulder and the rest of the baby slips out. She towels the child dry.
BABY JANE: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Lisbon is instantly alert and focused again. She flashes a smile of disbelief when she sees and hears her child.
LISBON: Oh my God.
Jane has a ridiculous grin plastered to his face, and he grabs her hand and kisses it. She turns to him and their eyes both get misty as they stare briefly at one another, appreciating how wonderful this moment is.
DOCTOR: And we have a little boy. Dad, would you like to cut the cord?
.
BLACK SCREEN: 1:30 AM
INT. MATERNITY WARD ROOM - NIGHT
Lisbon sits in her bed, cleaned up, hair combed, holding her baby to her breast. Jane comes in the door, bearing a grande cup of steaming hot liquid. Lisbon looks up and realizes he has brought her coffee.
LISBON: If that is coffee, I take back at least half of the horrible things I said to you earlier.
JANE: The richest, darkest, blackest brew I could find.
LISBON: (looking at the baby) He's done here.
She arranges his blanket back around him.
LISBON: (CONT'D) Would you hold him while I drink that?
JANE: Of course, Mother Teresa.
LISBON: (chuckles in spite of herself) You've been waiting nine months to say that, haven't you?
JANE: Guilty as charged.
He puts her cup on her table, and gathers the bundled child from her, then sits on the chair beside the bed. Lisbon sips the coffee with almost religious appreciation. She starts to say something to Jane, but looks over at him and stops.
Jane is staring into his son's eyes, holding him close, completely in the moment.
She smiles, and takes another sip of coffee.
FADE OUT
.
.
AN: I'm headed out of town for a couple of weeks, so it'll be at least three weeks before I get another installment done. I will finish them, though, when I get back. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed these.
Also, I have a confession. I know I should not have written that "Waaaaa!" as dialogue, but I couldn't resist the temptation to make BABY JANE an actual character. It gave me great pleasure, yes it did.