Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My best guess would be...
This is a summary of the Red John case since I took over.
So we're gonna go talk to them.
- You sure? - Sure? No.
What'd he say?
It can be difficult.
- Never. What?
It's been abandoned seven years.
A witness gave us a partial plate on the kidnapper's car.
- You're not gonna hear him out? - He's got nothing to tell.
Never mind.
- Yes. - Lf there's no ransom demand...
Come on, anybody can get a tattoo.
This man is a, uh...
I can understand that.
Hope it's some kind of consolation. Been waiting a long time for that boy.
- Lf you care about them, you'll leave. - The cops I work with, meaning Lisbon.
- Well, could be a coincidence. - There are no coincidences.
That was good. Did that hurt? Looked like it hurt.
- How you doing? - They think the rounds...
I need the actual case file. Unabridged.
I have to go. They don't even know I'm here.
- Care to reframe that, Sam? - No.
Just waiting to hear he was safe.
Hush.
But when a big score's coming up, I hear about it.
This is copies of the case paperwork so far.
...in the Westlake house. That's the way they work.
Yeah, they were kind of showy. A little too visible, don't you think?
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.
We don't need luck.
- I'll call you later. - Wayne?
Maybe the kidnappers have their eye on the Westlakes' bank account?
But if you are absent in this moment...
S.F.P.D. Suspected her of being in the gang...
Next time you come at me in the street, make sure it's for a worthwhile question.
You can't be a full member until you've killed someone.
Okay. All right.