Well, here we are again. After another brilliant season of The Mentalist, the annual finale once again promised intensity and excitement and once again it delivered just that. I apologise if I go off on (several) tangents, forget to write in any sort of order and maybe ramble on a bit this is a finale after all, and so much happened within this 40+ minutes that my thoughts are a bit sporadic and all over the place still. I would also like to apologise for the lateness of this review. Either way, I had a great time writing it. In the previous episode Red Rover, Red Rover, Patrick Jane (Simon Baker) was fired from the CBI after what seemed to be an emotional breakdown, which involved him A) Giving up on Red John and B) Launching a tirade of insults at CBI boss Luther Wainwright (Michael Rady), consequently being fired. Oh, and he also locked a man in a coffin. I know, right. We open 6 months later (phew!) to find Jane at a bar in Las Vegas, rock bottom after continuing on that same downward spiral he set on at the end of the last episode. He even has an impressive 5 oclock shadow and is missing his trademark waistcoat an indication of an over the edge Jane is there ever was one. A cocktail waitress sits beside him, eventually introducing herself as Lorelai. She and Jane have an odd chemistry straight off the bat and proceed to talk for a good few minutes. Their conversation is captivating, very well written and darkly amusing. Not least when Jane reminisces about his shooting of Timothy Carter by stating that now when I recall shooting him deadstill feels good. Its a happy little memory to cherish. Like Christmas. Oh how I love it when creepy Jane comes out to play. Lorelai goes on to claim her happiness is a result of faith, to which the ever skeptical and non-spiritual Jane is obviously dismissive of, though politely in this case. A man who is familiar with Jane interrupts their conversation. It seems the now former CBI consultant has reverted to his old trick of fake psychic readings. Jane has charged this particular man way over the odds for connecting with his dead Mother, who turns out to be not so dead after all. A foot chase ensues as Blake Neelys ever emotive and relevant score kicks in. This episode was very cinematic in nature, especially in how it was shot and this was one of many instances in which this came across and had an impact. Once Jane is caught and beaten up, the police arrive to arrest the two thugs and help him. As an officer attempts to help Jane up, he swings and punches the policeman in the face. Its a case of if you dont laugh, youll cry as I let out a loud laugh at first sight of Jane lamping an officer of the law, when in fact I am feeling awful inside. As Jane is tasered before falling into the garbage into the gutter I suddenly feel devastated. If the events of the prior episode werent quite enough to convince me Janes breakdown was 100% genuine, then this opening completely sold it to me. I was hooked and along for the ride. When am I not with this show?