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I remember you.

No tip.

I hope you get heartburn.

Oh, she scores

and the crowd goes wi--

- Help me!

Help me, please!

- Okay, just hold on.
What's wrong?

- He's after me.

- Who's after you?

Speak to me, hon.
Is there someone out there?

- Yes. Call the police now.

- All right, hang on.
I'm calling now.

All right, all right, hang on.
- Please, he's coming.

- Just stay away from the door,
okay?

Oh, damn it. Oh.

Hello?

- I responded to the 911 call
just after midnight.

Brought in backup,
searched the area,

those woods,
but we didn't find any trace

of the vic or her abductor.

Honestly, we don't have
the guys to work this right.

- That's why we're here.

Are there any cameras
in the diner?

- None.
- Okay.

We're gonna need your help
canvasing for witnesses

and any cameras in the area
that might've caught something.

- Sure thing.

She left this behind.

- Violet Kent.
- Waitress called it in.

ID'ed Violet as the woman
who ran into the diner.

- It happened so fast.

She was so upset.

She wanted me
to help her get away.

But I was scared, I froze.

Hid when he came in.

- Did you get
a good look at the guy?

- No,

but when I stepped outside,

I saw him from behind
carrying her away.

He had the poor girl
slung over his shoulder.

- Age? Race?
Any descriptors help.

- Um, he was maybe
5'10", 5'11"?

Strong.

Was running with her
like she was a ragdoll.

He had dark hair too,

but that's all I...

I let her down, I...

I should've gone after them.
- No.

You called for help, and that
was the right thing to do.

If you had followed them,

we might've been
looking for you too.

- Her name is Violet Kent.
She's 29 years old.

She works in digital media.

She's a former member
of the Peace Corps

and she's never had
so much as a speeding ticket.

And apparently she's single.

So the question is who
dragged her out into the night

and where are they now?

Ian, any luck with the
traffic cams in the area?

- Negative--I'm scrubbing
through everything.

So far, no sign of Violet
or her abductor.

- Okay.
- I just talked to Tiffany.

ERT is coming up empty,

and local cops haven't turned
up any additional witnesses.

- Is there a chance this
could be financially motivated?

- Doubtful,
Violet's bank statements

suggest she's living
paycheck to paycheck.

- What about her family?

- She's from
a blue collar background.

No obvious person
in her life to ransom.

- So it does not seem like
this is about money.

So, let's retrace her steps.

We know she was at the diner
at Ardsley at midnight.

Where was she before that?

- I've been going through
her social media.

She posted a photo with a guy
last night at 9:34 p.m.

Photo was taken outside August,
it's a club

on the Lower East Side,

and the caption reads,
"small world."

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, who is he?

- Bobby Gannon.

He's 34, 5'11",
has a record too:

public intoxication
and assault.

No personal social media,
only online footprint is

for his weight loss business:
Bobby Gannon Health.

- "Don't get mad,
get even more fit."

Well, if nothing else,
he's guilty of bad marketing.

- And he is a physical match
to our suspect's description.

- Looking at
Violet's text history, it seems

that she and Bobby are friends.
- Oh, yeah?

They exchange any texts
last night?

- No, but every other week
or so,

he asks her out,
and she turns him down.

- Okay, so maybe Bobby
got tired of hearing no,

he grabbed her at the club,
tried to make her see reason.

- Do we have a location on him?

- I'm getting his cell data.
I'm pulling up live GPS now.

He's heading out of the city
up near Nyack, moving fast.

- All right, get that address
over to Tiffany and Scola now.

- Yeah.

Isobel.
- Yeah.

- Hey, how are you holding up
with Jess?

- Well, you know...
- Yeah.

Well, if you need
to talk about it, I'm here.

- Yeah, back at you.

- Copy.

JOC just got a witness who said
they saw Violet and Gannon

get into an altercation
last night at the club,

and it got physical.

- Guy sounds like a live wire.
- Yeah.

All right, we're closing in.
About 200 feet.

- Right there, gas station,
silver Toyota.

- Indiana, Sierra, Yankee,
54, 61.

Yup, that's him.

FBI, show me your hands.

- What the hell is going on?
- Hands behind your back.

- I'm just trying
to understand what happened.

Relax, damn.
- Where's Violet?

- Violet?
What are you talking about?

- She's not here.

- You think that
I put Violet in the trunk?

What the hell is going on?
Wait a sec.

Is she okay?
Did something happen?

I told you, I have no idea
where Violet is.

- You run into her
at the club last night

and then she disappears.
Did you stalk her there, Bobby?

- I didn't stalk her.
I tried to buy her a drink,

but she was flirting
with some other guy.

- And that made you mad.
- No, we're just friends.

- We read your texts.
Lot of dinner invitations.

- So I asked her out
a few times.

She's beautiful and smart.

I mean, I'd be crazy
not to at least take a shot.

- Okay, if you were so friendly
then why did a witness say

they saw you get physical
with Violet last night?

- Violet had had a few drinks.

I was trying to help
slow her down.

I may have grabbed her arm.

She pushed me away
and took off.

That was the last I saw of her.

- And those marks on your face?

- I got into a little scrape

with a guy at the club
last night.

He was all drunk,
acting like an idiot.

I told him to calm down,

and next thing you know,
we're throwing hands.

- What time did you
leave the club?

- Uh, maybe 12:30, 1:00?

I took an Uber.
Feel free to check my account.

- We will.
So you had a few drinks.

Got home around 1:30.

Now you're up bright and early
heading out of town.

Where are you going?
- Vermont.

I'm supposed to meet
some friends of mine

up there to go snowboarding.

Are you guys gonna tell me
what happened to Violet?

It's true, I like her, okay?

But it was never weird
or anything.

We had coffee a few times,
went to dinner once,

I bought her a Fitbit
for her training.

If she thought I was
some kind of a creeper,

she would've given that back,
right?

- You gave her a Fitbit?
- Yeah.

She loves it too.
Wears it everywhere.

- Violet's Fitbit is pinging
somewhere in a 300 yard radius.

- Lock is broken.

Split up.

- Hey, I might have something.
Partial shoe print.

- Looks fresh.

OA?

I got something.

It's Violet.

She's dead.

- In addition to
the sexual assault,

she suffered severe
facial trauma,

significant bruising
around the eyes,

and a basilar skull fracture.

- But that's not
what killed her?

- No.

From the fracture
to her thyroid cartilage,

we can see cause of death
was strangulation.

Bruising patterns show her
attacker used his right hand.

He was strong.
Eventually overpowered her.

- What about DNA?
- I didn't find any.

Probably used gloves
and a condom.

- Hmm, so he's brutal
but careful.

- And likes
to see women suffer.

We'll run those details
and those photos through ViCAP.

- Yeah, the knot he used
isn't one I'd seen before.

I had to look it up.

- All right, listen up, people.

The killer's MO plus his use
of an anchor hitch knot,

matched to three victims
in the ViCAP database.

So we are now treating this as
a serial murder investigation.

- And this guy is mobile.

He does not stay
in one city for long.

Four cities, four victims.

- Carla Perez was 23.

She died six weeks ago
in Miami.

Sharon Chen was 27.

She was killed three weeks ago
in Vegas.

Lia Gray was 25.

She was murdered in Phoenix
eight days after Sharon.

And then Violet Kent
here in New York last night.

- He is striking
more frequently, so we have

to assume he will kill again
in the next few days.

- Yeah, let's make sure
he does not do that.

Let's catch this son of a bitch
before he strikes again.

Yeah? Go to work.

All right, Ian, Katie, Carl,

I need you doing deep dives
into the victims.

It's unlikely given
their physical distance,

but maybe we'll find
some kind of connection.

Thanks.
Hey, Jay,

you want to talk to BAU,
get a profile going?

Elise, tell me you're getting
somewhere with that shoeprint?

- It was only a partial,
so I can't

identify the brand or the size.

- That's not helpful.
Okay.

- I think I got something.
- Yeah, please tell me.

- Miami PD thinks their victim,
Carla Perez, met her killer

at a bar she disappeared from.
Left with him voluntarily.

They interviewed everyone
at the bar

that used their credit card
the night she was killed,

one guy on that list
stands out now:

Dwight Maddux.

Now. his credit card places him
in Miami, Vegas, Phoenix,

and New York at the time
of all four murders.

- Really?
- And his hair's dark enough.

He's got an athletic build.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He have a criminal record?
- No, nothing.

- No? What's his profession?

- He's a freelance writer with

a very spotty
employment history.

- Where is he now?

- He just used his credit card
at a bar in Hell's Kitchen.

- Bring him in.
- Yes, ma'am.

- I don't want to see these.
- Where were you last night?

- Visiting a friend
in Park Slope.

I was there till midnight.

I was nowhere near
the dead girl.

- So it's just chance
that you were

in Las Vegas, Phoenix,
Miami, and New York

when all these women
were killed?

- I travel for work.
I'm writing a book about MMA.

Gotta go where the fights are.

- You mean murders.
- No.

I'm just a writer, I swear.

- We can place you
in the same bar

as Carla Perez
the night she died.

- Yeah, me and about
100 other people.

Besides, Miami PD already

grilled me about her
last month.

Yes, I remember seeing her.

She was gorgeous.

I read about her murder
in the paper, too,

but I never even talked to her.

- You're the shy type,
is that it?

- Mm, I'm not shy.
I'm gay.

And besides, even if I wasn't,

she was too busy vibing
off some other guy.

- You remember
what he looked like?

- I remember he was handsome.
Fit.

He had short hair.
He looked Latino.

- Anything else
you can tell us about this guy?

Accent? Scars?

- No, but I kept thinking
he looked familiar

and that I remembered he was

staying in
the same hotel as me.

I saw him again the next day
at the front desk.

I remember thinking to myself,

"Too bad he's straight."
You know?

- Why didn't you mention
any of this to the Miami PD?

- Because the cop
who interviewed me

was really aggressive.

I was with my cousin,
he's a lawyer,

and he told me
just to make sure they knew

I never talked to her,
give them my alibi,

and nothing else.
So that's exactly what I did.

- We're gonna need the name

of this hotel in Miami
you were staying at.

Hey, confirmed
with Maddux's friend.

He's was in Park Slope
past midnight.

- All right,
so he's not our killer.

- Did we ID the guy
that he saw with Carla Perez?

- No one on Miami PD's list
fits his description.

- All that means is he never
used a credit card at the bar.

- But Maddux said the guy was
staying at his hotel, right?

- Uh, yeah, yes,
CMR in South Beach,

but Elise is working on getting
a list of the hotel guests.

Once we have it,
we can whittle it down

to whoever was
in the other three cities

at the time of the murders.

- Hey.
- We getting it?

- CMR's legal department
just shut down

my request for the list.
- What?

- So let's get a court order.

- We need more probable cause.
I tried.

The judge said it sounded like
a fishing expedition.

He wanted more evidence.

- All right,
I know someone at CMR.

Just give me an hour.

- Yeah?

Isobel.
- I'll be quick.

This is a written request
for a guest list

from your Miami resort
the weekend of December 17th.

- Yeah, your people called
about this.

- And your lawyer
shut them down.

- Policy.

- We're investigating
a serial killer.

I have to have access
to those names.

- I wish I could help you,
I really do,

but we have a legal obligation
to safeguard

our guests' privacy,

and maybe the FBI doesn't care
about that, but we do.

- Are you really gonna force me

to get a warrant
for that guest list?

- I'd like to help you,
Izzy, I really would.

I just can't.

- Mm-hmm.

Isn't that the story
of your life, right?

Pretending that you care.

- You know,
it wouldn't hurt you

to be a little more respectful.

I'm still your father,
for God's sake.

- Oh.

- Yeah, see if you can
crack in here.

Hey.
- Didn't pan out.

- Okay, well,
we'll find another angle.

- We don't have a choice.

- He's just doing his job,
I guess.

- No, it's just
as sick as it sounds,

he is actually punishing me

for not going
to his birthday dinner.

- Wow, really?
He's that...

- Oh, yeah and then some.

- Well, fathers.
- Mm.

No wonder I have
such a successful love life.

Well, good news.
Ian got a lead.

Who needs that
guest list anyway, right?

- Guy in the middle
is Andres Silva,

he's an MMA fighter.

The other four guys
are a part of his entourage.

And based on the geo-tags,
Silva and his crew

were all over
the CMR that weekend.

- And where else were they?

- Miami, Vegas, Phoenix, and
right now they're in New York.

Andres has a fight
coming up next weekend.

And all four guys on his team,

they're in the same cities too.

- Okay, okay, okay.
This is good.

Let's chase this.
Tell me about Silva.

- Andres is a top fighter
from Venezuela originally

but grew up outside Philly,
dual citizenship.

He's won his last four fights.
Has a good reputation.

Gets a lot of love
for being charitable.

- What about the other four?

- They're all Venezuelan-
American dual citizens.

One of them is Andres' brother,
Eduardo,

but the others grew up
with them too.

They're all from the same

tight-knit community
in Pennsylvania.

- Beyond that we know
their jobs:

advisor, trainer,
chef, security.

Not much else.

They don't have any
criminal records or anything.

- Where are they staying
in New York?

- The CMR.

Looks like they booked out
the penthouse.

- All right, have Maggie and OA
reach out to Maddux,

the sports writer, see if he
can identify one of these five

as the handsome guy that
he saw hanging in Miami

at the hotel
with the murder victim.

- Copy that.

- Who are you?

- FBI.

We're looking
for Eduardo Silva.

- What is this about?

What do you want
with my brother?

- Mr. Silva,
we're investigating

some allegations
of illegal sports betting.

We think Eduardo
might be involved.

- What?

Why would you think that?

- It's all I can tell you.
Is he here?

- He's out.
I don't know where.

- Okay, yeah, anyone else
know where Eduardo is?

Okay, if he turns up,

please have him
get in touch with us.

- Will do.

- Wait.

I'm Molly, Andres' assistant.

I didn't want to say this
in front of everyone,

but Eduardo left the hotel
about a half hour ago.

He took one of our rental cars.

- Okay, what can you tell us
about him?

- Um, I don't know anything

about any sports betting,
but...

- But what?

- I'm new, only been around
for two months,

and Eduardo just
runs errands for Andres.

Doesn't do
any scheduling stuff.

We don't interact much.

- What's on your mind, Molly?

- Eduardo scares me.

- Can you be more specific?

- Two nights ago,
he dropped me off

at my motel in Queens,
but he never actually left.

- What do you mean by that?
- I saw a shadow by the window.

Looked out, and it was Eduardo
pacing back and forth outside.

It lasted about a half hour.

He was just lurking,
looking agitated.

It scared the hell out of me.

- You said he took
one of the rental cars?

Do you know what car it was?

Do you have access
to the rental agreement?

- Uh, yeah.

Here.

- You're not wrong
to be scared of Eduardo.

- What do you mean?

- I think you should
stay away from him.

Just take some time off.

We can have an agent
look out for you

until we have him in custody.

- It--no, but thank you.

I've been looking for an excuse
to fly back home,

and you just gave it to me.

- Okay.

Look, if you change your mind,
if anything comes up,

or you hear from Eduardo,
please contact us right away.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Jubal, I need you track down
a rental car,

gray G-Wagon.

- Yeah, sure.
Hold on a second.

Okay, you got a plate for me?

- Yes,
Tango, Delta, Oscar, 6619.

- Okay, accessing GPS.

- Okay, yup,
okay, the car is parked

three blocks west of you
on 11th.

- Okay, I think
I got eyes on Eduardo.

He's cleaning out his car.

Hey, hey, hey! FBI, stop!

FBI, get out of the car now.

- I didn't know
it was you guys, man.

I just saw guns.
- Hands on the hood.

- Where I'm from,
that's how you get killed.

What's going on?

- You trying to get
rid of evidence?

- I ain't doing nothing, man.

- OA.

I think I just found
a piece of Violet's dress.

- Eduardo Silva,
you're under arrest.

- So the fabric that we found
in your rental car

was a match to the dress
of our victim, Violet Kent.

You know, who was raped
and murdered two nights ago?

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Come on, man,

you were vacuuming the car
alone at 10 p.m.

- Yeah, because it stunk.

Fellas left leftovers there.
- Hmm.

You ever hang up
a punching bag, Eduardo?

- What?

- You ever roped up
a punching bag to the ceiling?

- Yeah, sure.
Thousands of times.

So what?

- We found Violet
with her hands tied.

Does that knot look familiar?

It's called an anchor hitch,

and it is the same one
used here.

- Lots of people
know that knot.

- Sure.

But we also have a witness
that puts you in a bar in Miami

speaking to Carla Perez
right before she was killed.

- We talked for a little bit,
but I didn't leave with her.

- Why not?
- I don't know.

- You don't know?
Then what ended the conv--

- I don't know.

I didn't kill anyone.

I'm not about that.

You said the girl in New York

was found two nights ago,
right?

- Yes.

- Well, I was in the gym
with my brother.

So I couldn't have done it.

Ask the manager.

You guys don't believe me.

Whatever.

I'm done talking.
I want a lawyer.

- That's fine, but we have you
on felony evasion,

so you're not going anywhere.

- Believe it or not,
Eduardo's alibi checks out.

- We're sure?
- We talked to the manager.

Andres and Eduardo closed
last night.

They set the alarm
around midnight.

- And we double checked
that with cell records.

Both their phones were pinging
at the gym till 11:40.

- All right, I get it,
it's hard to be there

and meeting Violet at the club
at the same time.

All right,
so Eduardo is not our killer.

Let's pivot.

Elise, let's talk about
the other guys on Silva's team

that fits
our suspect's description.

- Two of the other three
come pretty close.

There's Luis Rivera,
Andres' chef,

and Oscar Moreno,
head of security,

but we can't nail down their
whereabouts the night Violet

was killed because
Rivera seldom was off

and Moreno doesn't have
a registered phone.

- Right, but what about
the cameras?

We find anything?

- No cameras anywhere
around the penthouse.

- It's a hotel. Nothing?

- Penthouse has
its own entrance.

No cameras on the floor.

Total privacy is part of
the sales pitch of the room.

- Well, we know he had the car.

There's gotta be cameras
in the parking garage?

- The killer was smart enough
not to bring the Mercedes

back to the garage, and no
footage of him there either.

And the whole group
was in the car

before they left the hotel
that afternoon.

- Can we bring in
Rivera and Moreno,

see if one of them cracks?

- No, we can't risk spooking
them without hard evidence.

The killer could flee
to Venezuela.

They all have
connections there.

Now, we just need to dig in
and find more evidence.

We know it's one of these guys.

You know what, let's get
a sneak and peek warrant

for their hotel room
at the CMR, yeah?

- Scola, you got anything?

- No, nothing yet.

- Okay, according to
their training schedule,

they should be
at the gym right now.

- Hang on.

I got eyes on them.

They are on the move,
headed to you now.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

I don't see Moreno.

- Okay, he's coming out now.

- You're clear.

- Clock starts now, guys.

Okay, guys, we don't know
how much time we have,

so let's move
as fast as possible.

- I'll take upstairs.

Okay, make sure to leave
everything as we found it.

Hey, check out the bathroom.

- Damn it.
Maggie, clear out of there.

Moreno's back.
- What?

- Moreno's heading
towards the entrance.

You got about three minutes.

- You guys,
Moreno's on his way in.

We need to clear out now.

- Maggie, I got blood
on this shirt.

- Bag it.

- You have 90 seconds.

- Come on, you good?

Oh, my God.

Put it under the desk.

Okay, we're good, we're good.
Let's go.

- Lab results came back in.

It was Violet's blood
on that shirt.

- But we still don't know
whose shirt it is?

- No, it was
a communal laundry basket.

There was lots
of different DNA on it.

- So we're no closer
than we were.

Well, who broke the vase?
- That was me.

- We were moving pretty fast

trying to get out of there
before anyone saw us.

- All right, well,
I already got a call

from the hotel manager
demanding payment.

Apparently, it was valuable.

Wait a minute, okay,
if this was a sneak and peek,

how did anybody
know about the vase?

- Oh, well, that was quick.

I thought I was gonna have
to chase you down.

- I am not here
to pay for the vase.

- That was quite expensive.
Some hip, modern artist

made it years ago
when he was a nobody--

- Who told you?

There was no one in that
hotel suite with my people.

Who told you
about the broken vase?

I need access
to all the footage you have

from the past week
from the moment

Silva and his entourage
moved in.

- We don't have cameras.

One of your agents must've
said something to the staff.

- Lying to an FBI agent
is a felony.

- Not a problem.

I'll have my assistant
send it over right away.

Hey.

Why the hell are
you acting this way?

- I don't have time for this.

- You see--hey,
that's what you always say,

you don't have time,
and I'm sick of it.

- Oh, you're sick of it, huh?

'Cause you had so much time
for me after you left?

Do you want to know the truth?

The truth is, I decided
that my life was better,

it was simpler,
without you in it.

- Oh, we got
the penthouse footage.

Check it out.

Okay, here's Eduardo.
What time is it?

- This is midnight,
the night Violet was killed.

- Right, but we know
he wasn't the guy.

- Isn't Andres
supposed to be with him?

- Right, you'd think so.

All right,
keep scrubbing forward.

Yeah, there he is. Back it up.

- There's Andres.
- Okay, what time?

- This is two hours later,
2:00 a.m.

- He's wearing the shirt
with Violet's blood on it.

- It's him.

Eduardo is covering
for his brother.

I bet he had Andres' cell phone

in one of the bags
he was carrying.

Where is Andres Silva
right now?

- He was headed to the gym
an hour ago.

- Go get him now.

- FBI, everybody keep your
hands where we can see them.

Where's Andres?
- We don't know.

- Well, he didn't come
to the gym with you?

- He split off
when we left the hotel.

- Why?

- He's been pissed off
since last night.

Eduardo never came back,
then Molly just took off.

They didn't even say goodbye.

Andres said something about
getting to the bottom of it.

- Jubal, he's not here.

Okay, copy.
All right, his phone's back up.

It just pinged from some motel
in Queens two minutes ago,

the Carriage House.
- The Carriage House in Queens?

Maggie said
Molly was staying there.

She couldn't get a flight out
until tomorrow.

- So Andres must suspect

that Molly's the one
that talked to us,

and now he's going after her.

- Nothing.

- And where would he
have taken her?

- Looks like
she put up a fight.

- Silva's phone just pinged
again in the area.

They can't be far.

I got blood here, Tiff.
Still wet.

There's more over here.

- Your guess is
as good as mine.

- I'll go this way.

- Watch your six.
This guy's no joke.

- Molly! Molly!

Damn it.

- Scola,
I think I got something.

- You have him?

- I need backup
in the south stairwell now.

- Okay, copy.
Moving to you now.

Tiff, talk to me.
Where are you?

- In the hallway,
headed towards the--

- Tiff?

Tiff.

Tiff, you okay?

- I'm good.

I'm good, I just...

he sucker punched me.

- Jubal, it's me.

Yeah, we lost him,

and Molly's dead.

- Where would your brother go,
Eduardo?

- You don't
have to say anything.

- Listen to me.

I know
what you've been through.

I've seen the police file
on your father,

about how he abused you,
there's documentation in there.

It says that
he killed your mother

and he beat you and Andres--
- You don't know.

- What I do know is that
Andres was your golden ticket

out of a life of pain,

and that's why
you're covering for him.

- I don't have to talk to you.

- Wake up, Eduardo.

You're an accessory to murder,
and you are looking

at serious time here
if you don't cooperate.

Your father made Andres
into a monster.

That's a fact.

But not you.

You're a decent person.
I can see that.

You were trying to protect her,
to warn her.

And now she's dead
because of Andres.

- I didn't know what to do.

- Eduardo--
- No.

I want to.

Andres, he got the worst of it.

Grew up
taking all the beatings.

Made him, uh...real mean.

But he loved me,

took care of me, protected me.

- He's a killer.
- He wasn't.

Not before Miami.

And then his girlfriend
dumped him and...

He went really dark.

He's my family.

He's all I've got.

All I've ever had.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

- Hey.
- We just got access

to Andres' phone--
he turned it off

a few hours ago and deleted
the most recent texts,

but he made a call right before

he shut down his phone
to someone in Farmingdale.

- There's a private airfield
in Farmingdale.

Alert Maggie and OA.
Get them over there now.

- Got it.

- Come on, come on, come on.
There he is.

They're heading for the plane.
- Got it.

- FBI, get on the ground.

- Andres, it's over.

- I got him.

- Hey, come on.

- You think you can beat me?

Lay your hands on me?
No, not anymore.

- Are you okay?

Yeah.

- Hi.

Your friend, Jubal, let me in.

He even had them issue me
a badge and everything.

I heard you caught that killer,
the MMA guy,

and I just wanted to come by

and tell you
I was proud of you.

- You're proud of me?

Now, after 20 years.

- Just because your mother

dreamt of working with the FBI
doesn't mean you had--

- I don't want
to talk about this.

You know, for the record,

I didn't join the FBI
to make Mom proud.

I joined to make you crazy.

- You're serious?

- Yeah, you wanted me
to go to law school,

so I did the opposite
just to piss you off.

I guess I should be saying
thank you.

- Look, the real reason
that I'm here

is because I want
to fix things.

I want us to have
a relationship

regardless of what happened
in the past.

- I am not sure
that's a good idea.

- How can you say that?

- You didn't even show up
to Mom's funeral.

- Because she asked me
not to come.

And I don't blame her.

- Neither do I.

- Can we go get some dinner?

Come on.

- Yeah.

I had a good feeling
about this.

So I made reservations
at this great Italian place

on Jones Street, come on.

You're gonna love it.