All language subtitles for Criminal.Minds.Suspect.Behavior.S01E08

Where did it come from--

this need,
this compulsion?

If I knew the answer,

we wouldn't be sitting here,
would we?

Well, how did it begin?

[Heavy metal music plays]

- Please, put that away.
- No, no.

Please, I'm begging you.
Do not do that!

All right, all right,
look, I'm just gonna text her.

And say what?

You met this chick
three hours ago.

"It was nice meeting you
earlier,"

"what are you doing
this weekend?"

I'm literally gagging
from the stench of desperation.

So I can't give her any
indication that I'm interested?

You show her you're interested
by ignoring her.

That's the stupidest thing
you've ever said.

Dude, I'm only trying
to help you

hold on
to a little dignity here.

If dignity means spending
another Thanksgiving

without a girlfriend,
I think I'm gonna try

to un-dignify for a change,
all right?

I'll see you later.

"Nice...

"Meeting you...

Earlier."

[Object scraping]

Hello?

Hank?

Hello?

"What are you doing
this weekend?"

[Scraping continues]

[Cell phone chimes]

Dude, you scared
the hell out of me!

[Object scraping]
It's not my fault.

Hey!

Doh!

[Grunting, struggling]

Oklahoma--

Patrick Birdwell,
28 years old.

Tulsa P.D. found his body
just after 9:30 last night.

- Wow.
- Now that's dedication.

It's pretty bad.
I'm guessing that's not all.

Second victim--

he was found six blocks away.
11:15.

Third--1:00 a.m.,

four blocks away
from the second.

All are white males.

All were beaten to death
with a blunt instrument--

an aluminum bat.

Three bodies
in one night?

All within
a four-hour time frame,

all within two miles
of each other.

Could be some sort
of gang initiation.

Looks a little too angry,
too personal.

Man in a hoodie
beat the victim to death

with a baseball bat.

- That's a busy man.
- See, the image is so degraded

we can't get
a positive identification,

but we could tell that this
attack was totally unprovoked.

If he killed three
in four hours,

he's unlikely to stop
anytime soon.

The weapon is unusual,

but it does appear
to be a spree.

We all know that spree killers
won't stop until they're killed

or they kill themselves.

So it's not a question
of if he's gonna strike again.

It's a question of when.
Wheels are up in an hour.

There's just this thing
that grabs hold of them.

I don't know how or why
or where it comes from...

But it's like an oil slick.

It's big and impenetrable,

and it kills everything
in its path.

It just swallows you up.

When it grabs hold of you,
it never lets go.

♪ Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior 01x08 ♪
Night Hawks
Original Air Date on April 6, 2011

-- sync, corrected by elderman --

[Sirens wailing,
indistinct police radio chatter]

Agent Cooper, sir.

Sam.
I work for a living.

Dave Richardson.
Tulsa P.D.

- These are my team--
Agent Sims,

Griffith, Rawson,
and LaSalle.

We have a command center
set up for you.

It should have all
the resources that you need.

This is where
we found the first victim--

Patrick Birdwell,

he's a fifth-grade teacher.

He was having drinks
with friends.

He got in his car
to go home.

- There were no witnesses?
- Not that we identified--

just the security camera
footage.

The unsub was exposed here.
He was vulnerable here.

No way this was quiet.

Parking lot outside
a popular bar is pretty risky.

It's sloppy.
He was being careless.

Or acting on impulse, like
he couldn't control himself.

Man we're looking for
is a spree killer.

He's killed three people
in a two-mile radius.

So if he kills again,
he'll kill close by.

That's the good
and the bad news.

Okay, Gina,
let's go to the M.E.,

see if we can collect
some victimology.

We're gonna get set up
at that command center--

thank you very much--start doing
some comparative analysis.

Leave her with you.

[Cat meows]

There's my little beauty.

[Glass shatters]

[Telephone ringing]

[Ringing continues]

Today's the day.

It wasn't my fault!
Why don't you leave me alone?

Hey, Gina, take me
through the progression.

Okay, we know the first
victim was a teacher,

only recently relocated
to Tulsa from Connecticut.

Hey!

Friends report
he had no known enemies,

and he was excited about
a girl he met last night--

no indication of what was
about to happen.

Second victim--

graduate student who lived
in a studio loft

above where his body
was found.

Went out for a smoke,
never came back.

- So that's our point one.
- No. No.

Because none
of the other victims smoked.

Victim number three--

security guard,
father of a one-year-old child,

never came back
from his evening shift.

All right,
so that's point one.

This is a high-risk pool.

I mean, all these guys
would fight back,

especially the security guard.

So the unsub
is outwardly unthreatening.

He doesn't trigger
that fight-or-flight reflex

until it's too late
to do either one.

- This is odd.
- What is?

They're all the same age,

weight, height, sex,
same general coloring.

They all wear glasses?

That is an incredibly
preferential victimology.

That's point two.

He's going after...

A very specific person.

That is point three.

The first attack
appears to be all impulse.

It's rash.
It's indiscreet.

It's a semi-lit public area.

He locked onto his target,
took them by surprise,

and unleashed--
but look at this, right?

His tactics seem to change
between victims one and two.

He spots victim two
in the alley,

but this time, he doesn't act
strictly on impulse as before.

Lightbulb fragments.

It looks like he kills
the light in the alley

before he attacked.

He came after him
in the dark, right?

No light, no witnesses.
He planned this one.

He's training himself
to be a better killer.

The third victim,
security guard--

car's found a mile away
from his girlfriend's apartment.

No signs of struggle
inside the car.

Probably used a ruse
to get him out.

- At night, no less.
- This unsub's evolving.

Evolution
is a mighty big idea

for four hours' worth
of carnage.

Walk me through the physical
trauma on the victims again.

The first victim,

most of the trauma
was expedient.

It was necessary.

There's very little
excess damage.

The second was concentrated
mostly in the facial region.

By the time
he got to the third,

well, we kept his face
covered for a reason.

The more he kills,
the angrier he gets.

He thinks that the kills
are gonna satisfy him,

but they just give him
a quick fix.

The high wears off,
he has to kill again,

each time more intensely
than the last.

He doesn't just want
to kill these men.

He wants to erase them.

[Telephone ringing]

Sam Cooper,
you old so-and-so.

Penelope, we're here
at the morgue in Tulsa.

We just finished
examining the bodies.

And postmortem examination
made you want to call me?

I find myself planted firmly
betwixt touched

and totally skeeved out.

I need you to look up
violent offenders

who've recently been let out
on parole in the Tulsa area.

And I want you to cross-check
that with psych patients

who've recently been discharged
from institutions.

Your wish is my command,
good sir.

Were you able to find
any connection

between these victims
for us?

Ah, I looked like crazy.

I figuratively jumped
in their carburetors

and shimmied out
their tailpipes.

But I can't seem to find
any other links.

Try searching for crimes
perpetrated by white males

in their mid to late 20s
in Tulsa over the past year,

specifically
men who wear glasses.

For some reason,
our unsub is focusing his rage

on that type of victim.

- Okay, that totally helps.
- Fast, Penelope.

It's the only speed
I'm good at, my liege.

Thanks, Penelope.

He's becoming more violent.

But also more controlled.

He won't be able
to maintain it long.

He can plan, he can calculate,
but spree killers

are always right on the brink
of losing control.

All I'm asking for
is a few extra hours a week.

Listen, I--

Just for the short-term,
Howard,

till I can get
the medical bills paid.

Then I give you my word--
- I can't do it.

She's sick, Howard.
She's 63 years old,

and they're gonna throw her
out of the hospital.

I can't take care of her
by myself--please!

I can't give you
the extra shifts.

I'm sorry about your wife,
but the money just isn't there.

Also, I've been meaning
to tell you...

I'm having you transferred
to graveyard starting next week.

Graveyard?
Why?

You move slower than every
other guy on the rotation.

Graveyard's a better fit.

Is that so?

I'm gonna level with you,
all right?

Nobody here
wants to work with you.

I've had complaints from
every single guy on the floor.

Now, I could just fire you,

but I know things
have been hard on you,

and I'm trying
to do you a favor.

What happened...
It wasn't my fault.

People can't keep
blaming me.

Who else
are they supposed to blame?

I didn't say
you could sit there.

You have something to say,
say it to me!

Say it!

Hey, let him go!
Let him go!

I want you out of here.

You try to come back,
I'm calling the cops.

You firing me?

Get out.

Today's the day.

Our unsub
is a ticking time bomb.

It's been...Ten hours
since his last kill.

He's not likely to remain
dormant for much longer.

So let's track this.

What do we know
about these locations?

There's nothing to suggest

they have any personal
significance for him.

There's no consistent tactical
advantage to any of them.

It's just as if he's, like,
trolling around for anything.

- Or he's hunting.
- But the victims are personal.

They all fit an extremely
preferential profile--

the age, race, height, weight.

They all wear glasses.

I mean, that has to stand
for something for the unsub,

something deeply personal.
These are all young,

able-bodied men
who've been fatally beaten

with a baseball bat.

You think there's something
significant about the weapon.

No, I think there's
something significant

about the preferential profile
and about the anger.

What if these victims
are just surrogates

for the true target
of the unsub's rage,

somebody he feels enormous
animosity and rancor for?

Let's say it's somebody
who bullied him,

humiliated him, or in some way
harmed his family.

The important thing is this--

he feels persecuted.

And somehow these people here

embody that sense of torment.

And if our unsub
is a true spree killer,

then he's working his way up
towards the main event.

I've seen this type before.
It'll go on and on and on

till it's no longer
gratifying,

at which point
he will be forced to pursue

the true target
of his anger.

[Cell phone ringing]

[Ringing continues]

I'm sorry.

Who is this?

I killed him.
It was me.

It was always me.
Where's David?

Let me speak to my son.

Will I ever be forgiven...

For what I've done?

Where's my son?
Let me speak to him!

Hello? Who is this?

[Sobbing]

[Radio chatter]

David Harrison--
26 years old.

His mother called us
immediately

after she got off
the phone with the killer.

She knew David had been hiking.
She came straight up.

She found the body.
And where's the phone now?

We searched the area.
It's gone.

Why does he want it?
Why would he want it?

- A trophy.
- Covering his tracks maybe.

- You run a trace on it?
- It's turned off.

The only hope of tracing is
if he decides to use it again.

He staged this.

Closed the eyes.
Covered the body with leaves.

Killing's just as brutal
as the other ones.

This time...
He showed some remorse.

Talking to the victim's mother
will do that to you.

- Talk to your witness?
- Please.

We had an argument
this morning.

I told him he was too old
to still be living at home.

He was working as a waiter.
It wasn't--

I didn't think that he...

That he was trying.

[Crying] And I made him
feel so small.

I wish there was something
I could say or do

to lessen your pain,
Mrs. Harrison.

I can only tell you that...

What happened to your son
had nothing to do with you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but I will need
to talk to you

about that phone call
you had.

Was there anything distinctive
about his voice?

Did he use any words
or phrases

that you thought
were unusual?

Please don't make me
talk about this anymore.

Mrs. Harrison,
I fully intend to catch the man

who did this to your son.

And the truth is that...

Your contact with him

is the key
that can help me do that.

What are you saying?

I want you
to talk to the press.

I want you
to reach out to him.

No.

You spoke with him before.
You've had a big impact on him.

If we can contact him again,

we might just be able
to locate where he is.

He killed my son!

Yeah, I understand that,
but there are four other mothers

who lost their son
in the last two days,

and he's not gonna stop
unless we find him.

And, ma'am...
You can help us.

She's 63 years old.

You can't just throw her
out of the hospital!

And I told you I was gonna
get you the money, didn't I?

I just need a little more time.

This is my wife
we're talking about here,

for God's sake.

We can't continue
to treat a patient

without some kind
of financial--

She's going to die!
Do you understand me?

After all she's been through,
she will not survive.

I wish there was something
else that could be done.

I'm sorry.
You asked me...

If you could ever be forgiven
for what you did.

And I've searched my heart,

and I believe there's
forgiveness for everyone.

I believe you are truly sorry
for your actions.

I believe you are looking
for salvation.

Please call the police.

Turn yourself in.

No, no, I do understand.

Yes, that's why you left
a note on the body.

Okay, thank you
for wasting my time.

You too.
Another crank call, huh?

Just another idiot looking
for their 15 minutes.

It's Muhammad and Malvo
all over again.

- I read you worked that case.
- You know that the cops

hung up on the D.C. sniper
three times

before realizing they were
talking to the real guy?

All the linguistic clues
were there.

But by the time
anyone would listen to me,

I had been...

[Clears throat]
Shall we say...

- Fired.
- Yeah, well, when you

put it like that,
yes, I was fired.

[Telephone ringing]
That's the victim's number.

You guys.
Guys.

David Harrison's
cell phone.

- Here we go, p.
- Ready, willing, able.

This is Sam Cooper
of the FBI.

Who am I speaking with?

I want to talk
to the boy's mother.

Valerie told me
that, uh, you apologized

when you spoke with her,
how sorry that you are

about the whole--
- It's my dime, all right?

You don't know
the first thing about me.

You're right.
I don't. I want to.

Help me to understand
what's going on.

I'm sorry.
What was your name again?

I don't know
where it came from,

this...

Darkness.

Did it come from me?

There's a darkness
inside of all of us.

We all have things
that we regret,

things we don't understand.

I struggle with that
every day.

But the fact
that you called me

proves that you
want to change,

that you're searching
for a way to get back.

I can help you with that
if you let me.

I'm not some sooner,
okay?

I did everything
I was supposed to,

everything I thought was right.
Right about what?

Right about what?
People blame me anyway.

Now...

I'm just proving
they were right all along.

Penelope.

Did you trace that call?
Totally.

I triangulated the signal
off cell towers in the area.

The call's coming from
Sand Springs which is a suburb,

and based on the location
of the tower

from where the call was pinged,
it's within 20 miles.

How many people live
in Sand Springs?

19,000.

For all we know,
he could still be on the move.

If he turns that phone back
on, I can totally track him.

Wherever he is,
the walls are closing in on him.

Given the obvious cadences,
tone, and timbre of his voice,

we're dealing
with an older gentleman.

Then you take the accent,
combine it with a phrase

like "I'm not some sooner"--
he's local to Oklahoma,

possibly even Tulsa.

- Hmm.
- He also referred

to the latest victim
as "the boy."

Now, who refers to someone
in their late 20s as a boy?

So he's probably a generation
or two ahead of that,

maybe 50 to 65 years of age.

- Anything else?
- He also mentioned

he was proving
they were right all along,

not are--were.

So he's not even dealing
with these crimes.

Crimes that he may have
committed in the past.

- Great work, Beth.
- Well, not really.

Psycholinguistically speaking,
he was a piece of cake.

But thank you.

We're ready to give
the profile.

The man you're looking for
is a white male,

late 50s, mid 60s.

He's a native of Oklahoma,
possibly even Tulsa.

He may have a record--

past crime that he's committed
that still haunts the guy.

Based on his victimology,

we believe he's committed
a previous crime

involving a younger male
in his mid to late 20s.

This person
has traumatized our unsub,

enraged him in some way.

He's established
his area of control

within a five-mile radius
of the first kill site.

We do expect him to remain
within this radius

if and when
he tries to kill again.

He's cooling off right now.

His remorse
has made him vulnerable.

Let's take advantage of that
while we still can.

- Pronto.
- We got P.

Garcia,
you got everybody here.

Okay, I good news,
and I got bad news.

I ran everything
through my crystal ball--

age, native of Tulsa,
criminal history--

came up with 300 names.

Please tell us
that's the bad news.

Well, it was until I narrowed
the search to Sand Springs,

where our call came from,
and found Mr. Kurt Trilling.

Let's talk about him,
shall we?

58 years old, native of Tulsa,

and last year he was charged
with four counts child rape.

- Convicted?-
- Unh uh.

Insufficient evidence.

Now you can imagine the
accusation, like ruined his life

was smeared all over the papers.
And then...

there's a Ryan Wigler

28 years old,
brother of one of the victims.

One evening he decides
to round up some buddies

and spends the night
beating Mr. Trilling

to a pulpy mess.

Medical records say
that the bruises and injuries

Mr. Trilling sustained

were likely
from a blunt-force object

like a baseball bat.

[Knock at door]

FBI! Open the door!

- What is this?
- Kurt Trilling--

we need to speak to him.
- What's this about?

Ma'am, is he home? We need
to speak with him right now.

No, he's not home.
And you can't speak with him.

My brother was in a car
accident two weeks ago--

critical condition.

Doctors say
he won't walk again.

Why don't you people
leave him alone?

Hasn't he been
through enough?

You remember
when we went to the Keys?

You told me
you never wanted to leave.

So I picked this up
off the beach for you,

told you it was our way...

Of bringing back a little
piece of paradise for us.

I promised you
we'd retire there together.

I am so sorry

I couldn't give you that life.

All I wanted
was for us to be happy.

I'll see you soon.

[Muffled shouting]

[Gasping, coughing]

Same murder weapon,
same brutality,

same killer,
with one big difference.

It's right over here.
It's a mess.

Victim's name
is Lawrence Millman--

63 years old.

This is completely off book.

It doesn't fit
with our profile at all.

He's changed
his victimology.

But why would he go
from killing men in their 20s

to a man in his 60s?
It doesn't make sense.

With the first four victims,
this guy's killing

the same person
again and again and again.

So who the hell's
he killing now?

He's coming
to the end of his spree.

It's getting harder
for him to maintain control.

But this is a complete
left turn in victimology.

Tactically, the only thing
different between this attack

is the age of the victim.

Look at this brutality.

We're at the original level
of fury,

no compunction whatsoever.

The one time...

that he showed remorse

was when he talked to the parent
of the victim.

- So he's a parent himself.
- Yes.

What if the victims
are a surrogate for a son?

What could the son do

that could possibly
enrage the father

to such a degree that
he'd do something like this?

He said people blamed him
for what happened.

If this is
a father-and-son dynamic,

then he's carrying the guilt
for what happened to his son.

Sam,
he's on the phone again.

[Telephone rings]

We're ready, Cooper.

Glad you called back.

Why is this happening?

I thought a lot
about what you said earlier,

asking...
where the darkness comes from.

It was me.
It's always been me.

The world's
treated you unfairly.

You know why?

You're searching for answers.
So am I.

I've killed ten people!

There have only been
five victims.

Did you say ten?

Are there other bodies
that we haven't found yet?

Just because
I didn't hold the weapon

doesn't mean
I'm not responsible.

Ten people are dead
because of me.

Ms. Garcia,
please look up

all the homicides in Oklahoma
committed by males

between the ages of 20 and 30

dating back
as far as January of '05.

Do you believe in forgiveness,
Agent Cooper?

I believe in absolution

through confession.

But you have to stop doing
what you're doing first.

- Got a name?
- Yes. Matthew Keane.

He murdered and dismembered
five people

between '06 and '07
and was sentenced to life.

- He was killed in prison.
- You know this case?

It was one of the worst things
that ever happened here.

It was in the local news
for months.

He never had a chance,
did he?

Who?
Who never had a chance?

I made him this way.

There's nothing
he could have done...

to avoid it.

"I made him."

Those five other bodies
he mentioned--

he didn't kill them.
His son did.

Got anything on the parents,
particularly the father?

Their names are Leonard
and Elaine Keane.

After Matthew Keane
was convicted,

Elaine
had a nervous breakdown.

She lives
in a convalescent hospital,

and Leonard
still lives in Tulsa.

The father's
become his son.

I never knew
I had it in me.

I pushed it down so deep.

I tried to pretend
it didn't exist.

Leonard,
anger can destroy us.

It can eat away at us
from the inside.

There's a way
that we can come back, though.

Will you let me show you?

He hung up.

The call, all the personal
details that he divulged--

he wants to be found.

This is his endgame.

Clear!

Clear!

Coming in!

Clear!

- This is...
- Matthew Keane's room.

We found bodies in here.

What, the killings happened
here, in this room?

Not the killings.
He brought the bodies here.

We found parts of them
all over the room.

[Scoffs]
It's still hard to believe.

If your son
was a serial killer,

wouldn't you want to tear this
place down or at least move?

Well, he can't.
He's stuck.

Every penny he makes
goes to taking care of his wife.

They're prisoners,
both of them.

Every day of that guy's life
is torture.

Your kid grows up
to be Matthew Keane,

you don't live that down.

Know where Leonard
might be now?

No clue. Can't say any of us
ever got that close to the guy.

Have you noticed any unusual
behavior the past few days?

Uh...

He asked to pick up
a few extra shifts

to help pay
for his wife's medical bills.

I said no.

He got angry,

and he threw somebody up
against the wall,

and I fired him.

Guys around here,
they look at Leonard, and...

all they see is his son.

He gives everybody
the creeps.

So you treat him
that way.

Oh, come on,
the guy drives around

with pictures of Matthew
in his car.

Pictures of his son
in the ca--the audacity!

Yeah, all right.
It's not just that.

He even has his little league
baseball bat in the backseat.

And this isn't just
some son we're talking about.

This is Matthew Keane.

How are we supposed to
treat him?

Do you think it's possible
that you may have passed on

some sort of genetic propensity
for obsession

or destructive behavior
to your son?

I don't know
where it came from.

That's the truth.

You do your best
to raise your child right.

Some things...

you never can tell
why they happen.

Well, look,
it's been said that...

Our children are merely
a reflection of ourselves.

So how do you respond
to people who say

that you are somehow responsible
for your son's crimes?

There's never a day
that goes by

that I don't think
about it--

the signs I missed,

what I could have done
different.

I got to live with that
for the rest of my life.

Elaine...
You have some visitors.

She's been agitated
all night.

Hasn't been able to sleep.

Does she always
sketch like this?

Seems to be the only way
she's able to communicate.

But we don't always understand
what she's trying to say.

It's how she makes sense
of things.

It's beautiful.

Keep your inner light
burning.

You said Leonard
was here earlier.

He visits every day.

But she was really upset
when he left here tonight.

- What happened?
- Nothing anyone saw.

When's the last time
you spoke to him?

Earlier today.
I reminded him he was going

to have to take Elaine out
of the hospital within the week.

We just couldn't justify it
financially anymore.

Thank you.

This could be
what set him off.

In Leonard's mind, his son
is still ruining his life

from the grave.

Can't even pay
for his wife's care anymore.

It's like Matthew
was killing her.

And he's killing Matthew.

But his anger's turned
to remorse for his son now,

and he's turned
that rage inward, onto himself.

And he's not gonna stop
until he's dead.

"Why her and not you?"

They all look like
they were written

by the same person.

And they're all dated
the 14th of every month.

Who would want to harass
him that much?

Today's the 14th. I bet you
he's got one in the mail.

I think we've moved
past letters.

Hey, Penelope, it's Mick.
You're on speakerphone.

I need you to find out
if Leonard Keane's

had any stalkers,
anyone who threatened him,

assaulted him, anyone who's
tormented him in any way.

Okay, okay, okay, uh...

There was constant protestor
presence outside the Keane home

during the trial.
- More long-term.

Whoever it is
is still harassing him now.

Michael Nolan.
Michael Nolan.

His daughter Melanie was
killed by Matthew Keane in '07.

Nolan was very vocal
in the press,

directed a lot of anger
towards Leonard and Elaine.

When exactly
was Melanie killed?

[Computer beeping]

January 14, 2007.

Every month on the anniversary
of her death.

"Why her and not you?"

In March of '09,

Leonard filed a restraining
order against Nolan.

Apparently, in addition
to the letters,

Leonard also had his car
vandalized,

the windows of his house
broken into.

He sued him in civil court.

Keane basically went bankrupt
from the legal fees.

Nolan doesn't want
to just harass him.

He wants to destroy him.

- I'm calling Cooper.
- What do you know?

It's been going on
since his son's trial.

So you think
he's Keane's next target.

Wait. I'm gonna put you
on speaker. Hold on.

Leonard's wife might have
been the final stressor,

but this case is about guilt.
It's about responsibility.

And, emotionally, this all comes
back to Keane's son.

And the people who blame
Leonard for what his son became.

Leonard Keane
and Michael Nolan

have a history--
a tumultuous one.

The last victim--
white, male, in his 60s.

In this, Leonard is able
to punish himself and Nolan.

That's what this whole rampage
has been leading towards.

This is how he's gonna
end this spree.

He's gonna kill Michael Nolan.

[Bat scraping]

[Siren wailing]

He's going to Nolan's house--

540 Carver Street.
That's 540 Carver.

Michael!

Michael!

Michael!

[Sirens approaching]

Today's the day.

Code 1024 in progress.

Suspect is signal zero.
Stand by for sit rep.

Matthew was really fond
of your daughter.

You know that?

Everybody else,
he killed them,

chopped them up,
and threw them away.

But your daughter Melanie...

He went one further.

Stop it!

It's a standoff.

Nolan says if we step
on the property,

he'll shoot him.
He's not here to kill Nolan.

He's here to die.

I remember when the cops
found her head.

Matt kept it locked up
in a box inside his closet.

She was in there for months.
[Laughs]

I made that.

I created him.

You were right all along!

Michael! Michael...
Put the gun down.

I remember...

When I was a kid,
I used to dream about murder.

Michael, listen to me.
Listen to me, not to him.

Fantasized about it
day and night.

- Michael, talk to me.
- Stay away from me!

I didn't have the guts
to do it like Matthew did.

He was braver
than his old man.

Oh!

Pull it!
Pull the thing!

- Stop!
- He didn't kill your daughter!

And pulling that trigger...

Is not gonna bring her back.

My daughter...

My daughter was good.

And she always will be.

Do it!

- You're not a killer, Michael.
- Pull it!

[Handcuffs clicking]

[Michael sobbing]

Just a word.

It's all right, Prophet.

He wasn't always bad,
you know?

He was...

Kind...

And then he got lost.

He needed you to help him
find his way back.

I didn't know how.

You walked by his room
every day.

You never went in.

You never even opened
the door.

Going into those dark places
can be painful.

But we have to face things.

Can you ever come back?

We can try.

[Car door closes,
engine turning]

I remember when Matt
was a little boy...

Maybe seven years old.

We were out back playing...

And Matt found this...

Bird, a little nighthawk.

And it was wounded, you know?

So we picked it up,
took it inside, and...

Over the next
couple of weeks,

we nursed it back to health.

And when it was all better,

we took it outside
and let it free.

Matt stood there,
watched it fly away.

I think that was the...

Happiest moment
in his entire life.

That's the way
I like to think of Matthew...

Just that little boy
standing in the backyard,

staring up at the sky...

The sun
shining on his face.

-- sync, corrected by elderman --