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Previously on "Criminal
Minds: Evolution"...

Looks like there's been an
active killer up here for decades.

Some of the lab techs are starting
to call this UnSub "Sicarius."

We thought these kill
kits were connected...

the shipping container, Rory
Gilcrest, our spinal cord guy.

Now we have our smoking gun.

The UnSub gathered followers
that he's now activating.

This is a network.

Tyler Green is our only lead

on the most elusive killer in 15 years.

If this UnSub has some form
of IED, he's going to use it.

He's heading into the park.

Rossi, if you don't pull your
agents away from that target,

I will relieve you from
your role as BAU team leader.

I never wanted it in the first place.

Get off of me!

You need to find a new team leader.

- I found someone.
- Who?

Me.

Why would a serial killer
be carrying a fake bomb?

That's your sister. She
went missing 15 years ago.

You didn't join that
network. You infiltrated it.

- To find Sicarius.
- You people...

ruined...

everything.

- How you doing, Hal?
- Come on, Voit. Where's your school spirit?

You look a lot like my next door
neighbor, Hal, who's an asshole.

I'm not Hal.

You are tonight.

That neighbor of yours is
one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

You know why?

Yes.

Need I remind you...

I know my own rules.

Your rules?

My rules.

Don't you ever forget that.

How can I?

So, 24 hours ago, Tyler Green

looked like one of our so-called
Sicarius' devoted acolytes,

but now it just looks
like a misguided vigilante.

What do we know about his dead sister?

Well, according to DC Metro Police,

Green's sister, Alison,

was reported missing
back in the fall of 2007.

She was 23 years old.

She had a 2-year-old
son, and she was last seen

leaving her apartment
with her new boyfriend.

His name was either Louis or Lee.

Neither was ever seen again.

So, we haven't identified her

as one of the shipping
container victims?

No. No, we haven't.

And as far as the DC
police are concerned,

Alison Green remains a missing person.

But Green is certain
Sicarius killed her.

Yeah, but maybe because
Sicarius told him he killed her.

I mean, Green's drone spotting
was for army intelligence,

and their psy-ops training

would've certain given him the skill set

he needed to infiltrate that network.

To gain Sicarius' trust and
get him to share his history,

- his secrets...
- His kill kits.

And now, we need Green to share
everything he knows with us.

Except that our profile of Green says

that his "defiance of authority,"

which is what got him
kicked out of the military,

means that he'd rather
do time than talk to us.

True.

- But...
- But what?

There is someone who might
be able to get him to open up.

You sure don't look like a cop.

I'm Penelope Garcia, and you
know me as "HelperCat220."

Get out.

You sought me out.

You wanted to talk. Here we are.

I still can't believe you
handed over that encryption

I gave you to the FBI.

Yeah, uh, I work for the FBI.

Um, tell me about your sister.

- Her name's Alison.
- Don't.

Don't what?

You wanted to talk to me.

I'm on your side.

Look, Tyler, do you actually think

that you're gonna get out of here

and get another shot
at that Sicarius guy?

'Cause it is not gonna happen.

And the only way you
might not spend the next,

I don't know, 25 to
life in a federal prison,

is if you start sharing
what you know about him.

So...

All righty then.

Good talk.

I told you. I can't even blame him.

He can feel the grudge I
feel radiating off my body.

You know, the one
benefit of the lockdown...

I have perfected the
LaMontagne frittata.

Oh, so my mom wants to know
if she can take the boys

to Six Flags this afternoon.

Well, you know what that means.

They're probably gonna have
to stay there one more night.

You know, I can't
tell you how happy I am

that my mom decided to move closer.

It's not exactly how
you felt when she...

I was wrong.

- I'm so sorry, what?
- What was that?

You heard me, LaMontagne.

You wanna take a picture of
it so you can cherish it later?

Mmm.

Okay, yeah, no, that...
that's perfection.

If I learn a couple more dishes,

I'm gonna hang up the badge
and open up a restaurant.

With a lot of outdoor seating.

Yes, of course. Safety first.

This... This is perfect.

It is.

Honestly, I was...

I was a little worried
that maybe we'd lost this,

and it was my fault.

It takes two to tango,

and whatever problems we have,

we'll work them out together.

Mm.

Listen, there's, uh...
there's no boys here.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And, uh, the frittata can wait.

Are you expecting someone?

No.

Good morning, Mrs. LaMontagne.

Jareau.

- Excuse me?
- My last name's Jareau.

Oh. Sorry. Apologies.

Um, give me one second.

I'll get your stuff together.

Oh, yes. That's
correct. Jennifer Jareau.

And your husband is
William LaMontagne, Jr.

- Correct?
- May I help you?

Oh, I'm Howard Olsen
with Waubaugh Financial.

We scheduled an appointment.

Oh, oh. Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's... It's our
updated insurance policy.

That's correct, but did I
catch you two at a bad time?

We can reschedule.

No. We're... We're all good.

Uh, let's get this over with.

I'd like to think you
spending the night here

instead of a hotel is progress.

Would you believe me if I told you

that I didn't mean to fall asleep here?

I believe you. But will Mom?

I heard what happened with Bailey.

Let me worry about him.

You took a bullet for me.

You have enough on your
plate as Section Chief

without having to look over my shoulder.

Would you believe me if I told you

that I'm only doing it
to get my old office back?

Really, you should check it out.

It's got a treadmill and everything.

- I will learn to play well with others.
- Don't you dare.

Anyway, forensics came back

on the incendiaries from the kill kit.

There are no prints, no DNA,
but the pH in a soil deposit

says the foot locker was
buried for roughly five years.

Hmm, another "paintbrush."

But what about, um...

The CCTV footage that Green hacked into.

It revealed there were no other
persons of interest in the area

at the time of his arrest,

which doesn't mean he wasn't there.

He might have figured out
how to avoid the cameras.

It still doesn't make sense to me.

What if he deliberately set up
Green to be taken down by the cops?

Are you sure that's not
the melatonin talking?

Oh, no, that's very cute.

But... But think about it.

This UnSub has been
selecting both his victims

and his followers with the
precision of a profiler.

So, you don't think he's the kind of guy

to get set up by Green to
walk right into an ambush?

No, I don't.

This UnSub has figured out

that Green was a mole inside
of his serial killer network

and this was his way of rooting him out.

That's brilliant speculation.

But Green still refuses to talk.

Yes, I thought he would
talk to Garcia, but no.

We've found all of the kill kits...

except for these two.

One outside Indio, California.

The other one near near
Rockville, Maryland.

And when I look at these two damn dots,

all I see are lives that we
might not be able to save.

Oh, come on now.

We made it!

Yes.

Vacation two years in the making, baby.

COVID surges be damned.

- This room is worth every penny.
- It is, right?

Hey, I'm just glad they
held onto our deposit

from September of 2020.

Hey, Tish.

Come on, you're not
gonna be on the phone

- this whole entire trip, are you?
- No, I am not.

Sorry, I forgot to silence
my work notifications.

- Mm-hmm.
- But watch this.

My phone is now... off.

- I love you, baby.
- I love you, too.

Is that your girlfriend?

That is one of our
motion-activated cameras

back at home that wants to alert us

to a damn possum at our back door.

Again. Don't worry about it.

Sorry, baby. Let me
just check this shit.

- What is it, babe?
- Babe.

Mr. and Mrs. Crawford.

Good evening.

And welcome to tonight's show.

Come on. You're gonna like this.

- Are they in our house?
- That's in our house.

9-1-1. What's the emergency?

Two men have broken into our home.

What's the address?

4337 Piperwood Lane. 20874.

Ma'am, the address is not in
the Miami Metropolitan area.

What? We're on vaca...

Can you connect me to the
Montgomery County Police?

And now, what you've
all been waiting for.

The big finish!

Aah!

Good morning, Penelope.

Thank for entering my cleansed lair.

Can I ask you something?

If you're gonna ask me to
look after your cat again,

I am gonna have to get

an allergy prescription from the doctor.

No. But on behalf of Sergio
and all senior cats everywhere,

we appreciate you
putting your immune system

on the line like that for him.

I've been spelunking
into Tyler Green's past,

and not only is he dealing with
the trauma of losing his sister,

but he was the last
person to see her alive,

and according to his police interviews,

those last moments are hazy.

What, you think he
may have seen Sicarius?

Maybe. And even if he hasn't,

if we give an opportunity
to remember those memories,

he might be more apt
to cooperate with us.

What do you think?

I think it's a great idea.

And the rumor is you're
difficult to work with.

Oh, wait. I started that rumor.

Hey, we got a case.

Let's pitch Emily after we brief.

Uh, no, you will pitch Emily.

Oh, no, I will not.

- Yes.
- This was your idea.

Yes, it was, but I brought it to you.

Last night, there was a home invasion

in Germantown, Maryland.

Kevin Warren, a response
office for Alpheus Security,

was murdered in front of the homeowners,

Leticia and David Crawford.

Here's the twist...

the Crawfords weren't home at the time.

They were on vacation in Miami.

So, they got an alert

and watched it go down
on their security app.

Actually, Alpheus would
have to get the alert

even before the Crawfords,

in order for them to send a guard out.

Which means these guys
have the technical skills

- to take control of the whole system.
- Or they had help.

One of our missing kill kits is
located in Rockville, Maryland,

which is roughly 10
miles from Germantown.

Well, a link to Sicarius could
explain the mixed motivations

that we're seeing here, right?

The... The psychological sadism
directed at the home owners

couples with the physical sadism
inflicted on the security guard.

Well, only one of them speaks.

He's the same one who
executes the guard.

He's clearly the dominant of the pair.

Obviously done something
to obscure their faces here,

but this kind of brutal exhibitionism

definitely indicates
younger male assailants.

It does. So, Emily, if you prefer to...

No, I'm good. I will leave it
to you to divide and conquer.

Okay.

- Go talk to her.
- Right. Now's the time.

- Come on. Let's go.
- No, I'm not.

You need to go and talk to her.

You should tell her.

- It's all right.
- No, no.

- It was your idea.
- It's your thing.

It's kind of in your house of wheels.

Guys, what the hell is happening?

Garcia has a great idea
about how we could get

Tyler Green maybe to cooperate with us.

What's that?

Give him his memories back.

Um, I don't understand. What memories?

Green was the last
person to see his sister

before she disappeared,
and he's got a lot of guilt

about not being able to
remember those moments.

So, Garcia thought that if we
give him a cognitive interview,

we could help him recover those memories

and maybe we earn his trust.

And then he starts sharing with us.

Maybe he saw Sicarius back in the day.

It's an excellent idea, Penelope. Okay.

Luke, you and I should focus
on conductive the cognitive.

But after your first go around with him,

are you sure you can
convince him to sit for it?

I don't... "Yes" is the answer.

Okay, I don't... I'm
being honest. I don't know.

So, I know we didn't exactly
have a meeting of the minds

at our last encounter...

... but I wanted you to
know that our forensic people

did not find your sister's
DNA in that shipping container.

They didn't?

Which is good news, in a way.

- Good news?
- Yeah.

I mean, according to Buddhist teaching,

hope is still suffering,

but I'm holding onto
hope because it's...

what we've got that she
could be out there somewhere.

- At least, that's how I choose to...
- My sister's dead.

Look, I read your police interview,

and I know that you don't
remember what happened

the night Alison went missing.

I know that all the important
details are, like, in this fog.

What if I could lift that fog?

Not me, per se, but
someone from my team?

What do you say?

Uh, it's... it's called
a cognitive interview.

It's kind of like a guided...

I know what a cognitive interview is.

Of course you do, because
you know everything.

You... You... Yeah.

Okay. I don't like you.

I also have a lot of compassion
for what you're going through,

and I have respect for your
computer literacy, but...

I wasn't even working
for the FBI anymore.

Do you know that? I was
out. You pulled me back in.

You sent me that encryption

and you cornered me into helping you,

and now you're pissed at where I work

and you're pissed at
the help I'm offering,

and this whole lone wolf,

"I'm-a catch a serial
killer on my own" bullshit

is so tiresome, and honestly,

if you just want to stay
here and rot, do it, man.

That's on you. I'm no
longer in the business of...

of saving people who
don't want to be saved.

But I know this... my friends
are very good at what they do.

So, if you decide to pull
your head out of your ass

and do this cognitive interview,
it's gonna be a win-win,

because I never have to see
your grumpy little face again,

and I promise you...

I promise, all of those
details you're searching for,

you'll get those answers,

and the shame and the guilt
you feel about not being able

to remember what happened that night...

I know from personal
experience, it will lift.

That's the first honest
thing you've said to me.

All right.

All right what?

I'll do it.

Hey there.

How's it going?

Better now.

Wait, is everything okay?

Yeah.

If me calling you
unexpectedly means your, uh,

your knee-jerk reaction
is something's wrong,

then we need to, uh... we
need to stay in touch more.

Yeah. Yeah, we really do.

How's the case going?

Uh, we're just getting
started, but it's as horrible

as you would think a home
invasion murder would be.

Yeah, I get it.

But it has... it has got me thinking...

About what?

'Cause of you, I feel safe in my home.

I appreciate you saying that.

But seriously, I mean, if one of us

is like the protector
of the house, it's you.

I mean, need I remind you,
it's one of the reasons

I proposed to you.

Okay, fair enough.

So, can we just say that we...

we have each other's backs, always?

Yeah.

Anyway, I better let you go.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I'll call you later, all right?

You're seeing everything
I'm seeing, right?

I am.

Which way from here?

West side of the house.

Once you're in position
over there, I want you to

hide that router as close to
that perimeter wall as you can.

Done.

All right, I'm at the door.

How's it look?

Cool.

It's got a safe room
hidden behind a fake closet.

Just like in the movies.

Perfect.

Hmm.

Ooh.

We might just have one problem. Yeah.

Mr. and Mrs. Murray have
canceled their flight.

They're not leaving town.

Oh, that's not a problem at all.

That'll be part of the fun.

Tyler...

... I want you to picture
your sister's face...

... and I want to go back
to the last time you saw her.

Tyler! Tyler! Tyler!

How does the air feel on your skin?

It's muggy.

The air conditioner in
Alison's apartment was busted.

What does the air in
Alison's apartment smell like?

Diapers.

Dirty diapers.

Alison had called me to babysit.

Babysit your nephew, Blake?

Yeah.

She had a new boyfriend and
they were gonna go out on a date.

Tyler?

Tyler, please promise me

you'll stay off that stupid computer.

Pay attention to the
baby while I'm gone.

You told police that you
didn't end up babysitting.

Why?

Because Alison got into a
fight with her boyfriend.

- What was the fight about?
- Me.

What's he doing here?

He's my brother and he's babysitting.

Next time, you tell me if your
brother is going to be here.

Or your mother or whoever-the-fuck-else

you feel the need to
have hang out here, okay?

All right. What's wrong with you?

Was her boyfriend's name Louis or...

Lee.

It was Lee.

What did Lee look like?

I'm sorry. Please wait in the car.

Hey, Tyler, I... I gotta go.

But can you do me a huge favor?

I really want you to have
dinner with me and Lee

down at Delilah's tonight,

so call Mom and have her come
over and take care of the baby.

I told her I didn't
want to be a third wheel.

She got real emotional.

She told me she really needed
me to be with her that night.

Did you end up going to the diner?

I called my mom to come over
and take care of the baby,

but when she got there, I... I...

I didn't go meet up with Alison.

No.

I decided to hang with
some friends instead.

Later that night, I
got a call from Alison.

She must have called by accident,

because when I picked up...

Hello?

... she didn't say anything.

Not a word.

That was the last time I had
any contact with my sister.

Nobody could find Lee.

Two days later, my mom filed
a missing persons report.

Hey. You're okay.

How are you feeling?

He was right there.

But I couldn't see him.
I couldn't see his face.

- Her boyfriend, Lee?
- Yes.

He's the one you're looking for.

- He's Sicarius?
- Goddamn it.

We were there together.

Tyler. Take it easy.

Gah! You don't understand!

I've been hunting
this bastard for years.

And then during the pandemic,
I stumbled upon his network,

and I figured out how to play his game,

how to speak his
language, and pretty soon,

I'm talking directly to the guy.

And he loves sharing his "war stories."

Bragging about his "experiments."

One of which is this girl from DC.

He tells me her name.

Alison.

And then he tells me,

"I wonder how badly her brother
managed to fuck up her kid."

If you can tell us everything
that you two talked about...

Stop! Stop.

She promised me that
this would make it better,

but this is so much worse.

Tyler...

No.

Lock me up.

Throw away the key.

Base. Ray and Holland on scene.

4136 Crest Lane.

Owner's name Murray. Over.

Do you require police assistant?

- Over.
- Negative.

We will conduct a perimeter
inspection and report back.

- Over.
- Copy that.

I get it. Everybody's on edge.

But when I think about
the shitholes I walked into

when I was working
Vice, this is a cakewalk.

I hear you.

Calvin, west perimeter clear.

Over.

Calvin?

Do you copy? Over.

Don't you fucking move.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ease up, my man.

Shut the fuck up and drop your weapon.

Now we've got ourselves a situation.

If you don't drop your
gun in like five seconds,

I'm gonna shoot your buddy here.

And I get it, then you're
gonna take your shot,

but then my buddy behind
you is gonna take his shot.

So then, my team wins.

Come on, man.

Just let it go.

Maybe... we can all win.

Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Murray.

We would like to welcome you both

to tonight's special live performance.

Don't you feel safe?

- Penelope.
- Yeah, sir?

JJ and Tara are on their
way to a house right now.

- They're gonna need your help.
- Okay.

If I have this address, I
can be their virtual backup.

The Murrays were out to dinner.

SWAT got here three minutes
after their call to 9-1-1.

Either these guys underestimate
a SWAT response time

or they are getting really cocky.

- R1 set.
- Ready to breach.

Clear.

We've made entry.

Living room clear.

We've got a blood trail.

Yo, did you hear that?

Someone's coming.

Keep them quiet.

Shh.

Get ready.

Suspects have barricades
themselves inside a safe room.

You can open the door
to that safe room, right?

I sure can.

JJ, get ready.

Now.

Yo, did you hear that?

Someone's coming.

Keep them quiet. Shh.

Get ready.

Goddamn it.

- JJ, status?
- Two dead.

Suspects are on the run.

Keep them quiet. Get ready.

Going over the
victimologies of the guards,

as awful as their murders are,

they're simply victims of opportunity.

Yeah. I think so.

This pair of UnSubs is just set
to kill whoever's showing up.

You know, with that first video,

I wasn't sure how they were doing it,

but now, I think I know how
they're keeping their faces

all dark and blown out like that.

It's this Cubist-inspired makeup
technique called "CV Dazzle."

Apparently, the pattern of application

has a way of confusing the camera lens.

Makeup. Huh.

Just another little something

that might've fit
neatly into a kill kit?

Along with that Wi-Fi
device we recovered

that helped these guys hack into
the Murrays' security system.

Our Sicarius definitely
likes to help those

who help themselves.

You know, another
thing that strikes me is

just how close their pattern of action

is to their first home invasion.

I mean, it's almost like
a rehearsed choreography.

It is. A ritualized performance.

As if these two are
reenacting a past trauma.

A shared trauma.

That's it.

I think we're ready
to deliver the profile.

Our Unknown Subjects are both male

between the ages of 18 and 35.

One or both have been
trained in computer science.

We believe that they're
related, most likely brothers

with a shared profound personal trauma,

a trauma not unlike the attacks
they're currently carrying out.

These brothers are, without
doubt, mission-oriented,

with a bent toward avenging
a personal injustice.

And yet, they are choosing
to punish these home owners

as surrogates for the real
target of their revenge.

That means that they
are not only working up

the means to this revenge,

but they are building up
the courage to carry it out.

And based on the timing and method

used to escape the Murrays' home,

these UnSubs are most likely local.

Now, there is one real wild card

in everything we've profiled
about these brothers.

They may be receiving help.

All right. I'm in the system.

Check this out.

Let's go.

No, wait, hold up.

- Why? What's wrong?
- You sure?

Sure about what?

There's no going back.

Yes. Hey, look at me.

I can't do this without you.

Okay.

As you probably know by now,
we are pursuing the leader

of a network of serial killers,

and we believe he may be aiding
and abetting these murders.

Unfortunately, we're still
a little bit in the dark

as to the profile of
this so-called "Sicarius."

However, we are hopeful that his
material support of the brothers

won't obscure the
behaviors that could reveal

who they are really are.

Thank you, and good luck.

Sleeping beauty.

Time to wake her up.

Oh, Dave.

Montgomery County Police
just sent us a cold case file.

A home invasion out of
Redland, Maryland, from 2012.

Okay, so the owner's
name was Cameron Bruneau.

Security consultant.

Even though he was protecting his home

with state-of-the-art equipment,

a pair of drug-addicted
transients broke in.

Cameron takes his younger son, Jude,

and locks them both in the safe room,

but these invaders are
desperate for money.

They hold a knife on his wife,
Jaylee, and his older son, Gael,

and they're threatening
to slit their throats

if he doesn't open up the safe room

and give them all the
money in his vault.

He refused.

And they slashed his wife's throat,

right in front of 12-year-old Gael.

This guy still refuses
to open up the safe room,

even though they've
got a knife on his kid.

Eventually, the men spare
the boy, they run off.

Montgomery County Police has
never been able to track them down.

Gael and Jude Bruneau.

It might certainly be hard for them

to forgive their father
for their mother's death.

Do we have any addresses?

Uh, let me check,

see if I can get something
off their driver's licenses.

They both live in Baltimore.

Let's see where their dad is.

Montgomery Village.

I mean, that's ground
zero for these murders.

We need to get Cameron Bruneau
into protective custody,

and we need to get APBs
out on his boys right now.

Yeah.

Good morning, Pops.

Danielle? Gael? Jude?

Welcome to the show. Cameron?!

Cameron, please help me!

I need help! Call 9-1-1.

Cameron, help me, please!

Hey. Hey.

It's...

Fuck you!

Hey, don't talk to him like that!

Do you hear me? Don't
talk to him like that!

Got it?

Feisty.

Jude and I were just saying how
we never really got the chance

to get to know Danielle here,

and, well, since she's
gonna be our new stepmom,

we thought we might take this time

to do something special for you two.

Huh?

So, this show is dedicated to our mom.

Please don't. Please let me go.

You... You don't want to do this.

Oh, no, no. We really do.

We really, really do.

Mr. Bruneau, I'm SSA David Rossi.

- My sons, they're gonna kill her.
- We have agents on site.

We're gonna save your fiancée.

But I need you to stay
online with your boys.

- I can't watch this.
- I understand.

Let me take your phone.

It's not your fault.

Do it.

Our dad did this to you.

Penelope?

You got it.

Hey. What the fuck?

I think it was a power surge.

FBI. Freeze. Drop the knife.

No! No!

Jude.

Jude, it's over.

Put the knife down.

No, no, no, no.

You don't want to do that.

- Shut up.
- Go.

Jude, listen to me.

You don't have to end
up like your brother.

No!

Help me understand, um, this Sicarius.

What is this shit?

You tell me.

I don't know.

Jude, this is your
"Come to Jesus" moment.

I've got a whole bunch of tech people

taking apart your brother's computers.

If there is something to find,

I swear to you, they will find it.

What do you want, man?

I-I totally confessed already.

Me and my brother, we
killed the rent-a-cops.

What more do you want me to say?

Did your brother ever discuss
your plans with anyone else?

No. Why would we do that?

We didn't want to get caught.

We just...

wanted Dad to know what we'd done,

and then Gael and I,

we were gonna cross
the border to Mexico.

You wanna know what else?

I only wish I had the balls to
slice the bitch's throat myself.

For my brother.

You didn't find a kill kit.

How'd you know?

Because the kid had no idea

what the hell I was talking about.

No. No kill kit.

Nothing on Gael's computer
linking him to Sicarius.

I never thought that
stopping a pair of psychopaths

could feel like a loss.

Yeah.

Feels as if we've circled back

to the beginning and got nothing.

And these missing kill kits
look more like time bombs...

waiting to go off.

We still have Tyler Green.

Your lips to God's ears.

"Beware the fury of a patient man."

John Dryden.

You've had a change of heart, Tyler?

I want this man dead so bad.

But I can't keep failing my sister.

You want revenge,

and we can only promise you justice.

She deserves justice.

Yes.

Yes, she does.

I figured out how to preserve
my communications with him.

So, I can give you the server.

Just one other thing.

Leave Penelope Garcia out of this.

I'll talk to you. I'll talk to
anyone else you got around here.

Not her.

Okay?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Can I get you a drink?

Um, no.

Thank you.

Ahh.

Everything okay?

Well, where to begin?

You remember that Howard Olsen,

that guy with the, um, the
in... the insurance agent?

- Oh, God. Yes.
- Yeah.

Yes, I do remember.

Yeah.

Well, he was doing some
underwriting and stuff,

and I go in for a physical
and they drew blood,

and my platelet count was, like,
over 400, whatever that means.

Well, it means they do another test.

The doctor called it an LDH test.

And normal results are, uh...

under 40 units.

What was yours?

It was higher than that.

Okay, um...

so what does... what does that mean?

It means the doctors want
to run a bunch more tests.

All sorts of letters.

ALT, AST, ALP.

And I just kept hearing my mama say,

"You should've been a doctor, William."

Will.

I'm sorry.

It could be cancer.

Yeah.

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