TEXT: Nevada-California State Line Cho: That damn GPS is gonna put us in California, Rigsby: I knew it. -Think positive. It's Nevada. Definitely Nevada. Cho: You're dreaming We won't catch it. Stone cold mystery. Van Pelt: Hey. Friends in the authority is running through the prints. Think we'll be able to get a quick match. Rigsby: Hehe, we could never get that lucky. Well, we're gonna be talking to the hand for a long while. Jane: Why is all the gloom? A case is a case. Rigsby: We are in the middle of nowhere, windy as all hell, I haven't eaten anything. God, the smelly reserved bitch. It's been a month assembling the victim, there's all these pieces missing. Jane: There's already plenty to work with, right here. Van Pelt: It's a right hand with the number "43" on it. Rigsby: It's a male hand, or a not very thin female. What else do we got to work with right here? There's not much for analysis. Jane: Let's see, it's probably a white man, mid-fifties. He wrote on his right hand, so he's a lefty. Cho: Maybe the killer wrote some kind of message. Jane: Too faded, and a killer would write it bigger. Lisbon: Consultant.. Jane: Smells of almond, oil, moisturizer, mastic cologne and tobacco, palms are subtle, nails are professionally maintained, so a rich man. There's a faded tan line on the little finger, so we are missing pinkie ring which suggests extra work, in a job where extra works thrive. Van Pelt: So... Jane: He's a upper manager at the hotel and gambling business Cho: Total guess. Jane: What do you wanna bet I'm right? Cho: 35 cents. Jane: 35 cents? Cho: Yeah. Jane: I find that hard to believe considering huge crayon bank u probably hid behind ur bedroom
SUMMARY:
CBI is called into investigate the murder of James Meier, the manager of operations for a resort casino, whose right hand has been found straddling the borderline between California and Nevada. Was this a mob hit or someone trying to send a message? While Lisbon and team look into Meier's business dealings, Jane uses his mentalist skills at the card tables, which make him a genius player, to rake in chips while studying the players on the floor. In the end, Jane discovers Meier's son-in-law's secret life as a degenerate gambler and plays on his gambling obsession to ultimately lure out the truth.