Patrick: Hello Mrs. Tolliver?
Mrs. Tolliver: Who are you?
Patrick: I'm Patrick Jane. I'm here to help you.
(Reading the note)
Grace Van Pelt: Greetings old friend. It's been a while. I hope you are keeping well. I am thriving and happy. I have twelve wives now and will soon begin courting number thirteen. Why can't you catch me? You must feel so powerless and stupid and sad. Oh well. All the best. Red John.
Patrick: This isn't Red John. Red John thinks of himself as a showman, an artist. He has a strong sense of theater. In all of the previous killings, he made sure that the first thing that anyone sees is the face on the wall. You see the face first and you know. You know what's happened and you feel dread. Then, and only then, do you see the body of the victim.
Patrick: An innocent man would've punched me by now.
Mr. Tolliver: Who are you?
Patrick: I'm the police. Did you kill your daughter?