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Jake!

Braun Correctional Facility
ABILENE, TEXAS

Take it easy. Take it easy.

- -Stop! Get his limbs.

Epileptic?

Not that I know of.

Let's go.

So what was it?

Severe allergic reaction.

Probably did it on purpose.

He's suicidal?

He's homicidal.

I've found there ain't much difference.

I never have figured out
why they call you in.

What's the point of saving
a scumbag like this?

He'll only kill somebody else
the second he gets a chance.

That's above my pay grade.

Overcrowded anyway.

You think the taxpayers
want to save this idiot?

Put it down.

Don't you go doing nothing stupid, boy.

'Cause I'll tell you what.

They'll never let you
out of that damn hole again.

Put it down.

That's it.

Yeah.

That's it, boy.

-That's it.
-

Okay, you never gave your vote
on who should get what.

Give Reid the mug.

Really

I thought that was for Kevin.

No, we're not talking right now.

Garcia, you guys were just talking...

Never mind.

Wait, where is everybody?

Don't tell me they're still in Seattle.

Hi! Hey! You guys are back. Hi.

Oi, mates. Give me a squeeze.

Wow. You guys look great.

-Hey, blondie.
-Cheers.

-How's Emily doing?
-Brilliant and lovely.

-Her apartment's off the chain.
-You mean her flat.

You have to take a shaky old lift
to get to the top,

but the view is brilliant.

-For my favorite bloke.
-Hey, I love it! Thank you!

-Thanks.
-How was temporary duty?

Oh, it was around the clock.

I thought I'd get a little more
of a vacation, but...

Did you watch the Olympics at all?

I did see a little track and field,

but the queen bee here,
she saw everything.

Emily is for real hooked up over there.

She sends her love.
And tea of the month starts next week.

-Oh. I miss her.
-Don't even get me started.

Hey, how's the newb

Yeah, she is.

I'm just asking. Reid, do you know
she was recruited when she was 24?

I've guest lectured in her
forensic linguistics class before.

Of course you have,
'cause she's a professor and an agent,

-which is so impressive.
-No, really, she's great.

Mmm-hmm. And driven, clearly.

Berkeley grad, double major,
bureau star of the Unabomber case.

And she teaches at Georgetown.
When she's not doing that,

she's SSA-ing
at the Washington field office,

and she has her PhD. Does that mean
I have to call her doctor

I did some research on her
'cause I couldn't sleep on the plane.

And my point is, clearly, she is smart
and capable, but is she nice?

Oh, dear God, this is happening,
where I talk and the person is behind...

Me.

The origin of "nice"
is 12th century Middle English,

meaning "foolish" or "stupid."

I hope you're referring
to the modern use of the adjective.

You must be Penelope.

I'm Alex Blake.

Nice to meet you.

Really, actually nice
in the nicest of ways nice.

-I'm Derek Morgan.
-Welcome back.

How was Seattle?

The UnSub made Ridgeway
look like a saint.

He even used his own kid
to bait the victims.

Well, we've seen that before.
No doubt we'll see it again.

Don't unpack.

-Garcia, the files.
-Yeah.

The files. Oh, God.

A few hours ago
there was a prison transfer

to the county hospital in Abilene, Texas.

The ambulance crashed
and the prisoner escaped.

He's wearing the EMT uniform,

and he's armed
with the guard's weapon.

Aren't the U.S. Marshals on this?

Yes, they are, but they need your help

because this is what they found inside.

The EMT and the driver
died in the accident.

The guard, however, suffocated.

What's on his mouth?

It was sewn shut.

So the prisoner is The Silencer.

Or this guy's a copycat.

Forensics confirmed it's the same
unique double-knot ligature

he used in all three murders.

His last known victim was in 2004
and he was never caught.

So he didn't go dormant by choice.
He was locked up.

Well, why not just escape?

If he hadn't sewn
the guard's mouth shut,

we would never know it was him.

He wants us to know he's back.

We've got his face. What's his name?

John Doe. He was pulled over
in '04 for a traffic violation.

No registration, no tags.
He carried no ID.

No way he did eight years for that.

They searched the car
and found a gun with a silencer.

A silencer. He was practically
telling them who he was

and no one made the connection.

It's a federal offense,
carries a 30-year minimum sentence.

But it was actually what he did inside
that guaranteed him life without parole.

He killed two men while inside.

And never said a word.

Mmm-hmm. He spoke with his fists.

Remaining silent for eight years
takes a hell of a lot of self-restraint.

Maybe it was a conditioned response.

Garcia's gathering all the files from '04.

We'll catch up on the plane.
Wheels up in 30.

Alex.

I'm sorry I didn't get a chance
to see you before the Seattle case.

Congratulations.

It took a lot of hard work
to get a shot here.

It wasn't easy.

It's been a long time.

I've got a plane to catch, Erin.

Good luck.

As I grow older,
I pay less attention to what men say.

I just watch what they do.

Andrew Carnegie.

Did any of you work
on The Silencer case?

That was during
my extended sabbatical.

We all consulted,
but nobody made the trip to Texas.

Why not? Three women in four months.

It's a textbook kill rate.

An undeniable signature.

Obvious surrogates.

We weren't invited by the local police.

Aren't you tired of that?

Welcome to our world.

The women he killed were beaten
and left in open ditches.

That physical representation
of his anger

is missing this time around.

He must do something else
that satisfies him.

The signature is the same,

but his victimology
couldn't be more different.

The guard was clearly
a victim of necessity.

But if he's in need-driven behavior
such as sewing mouths shut,

how can he control that
and only do it to the guard?

Maybe he just ran out of time.

Or he could want the guard
to suffer in silence.

Literally makes his victims shut up.

It seems obvious,
but, uh, there may be something to that.

Then the question is why?

Morgan, you and JJ go to the M.E.

Reid, you and Dave
check out John Doe's cell.

Blake and I will head
to the U.S. Marshals.

SSAs Hotchner and Blake.

Bob Tilghman. Thank you for coming.
I got my whole team on this.

Any leads yet?

Well, the wreck happened out
in the middle of nowhere after midnight.

00.
So we figure that he's on foot

somewhere within a 12-mile radius
of the accident site.

You think he's moving on foot
in this heat?

Well, it'll kill you
under the best conditions.

He stole some supplies,
but not enough to hole up too long.

So you can expect him
to be active tonight.

-Well, where can we set up?
-Right in here.

-Passing any coffee by chance?
-I just started a pot.

We got his picture
plastered everywhere.

But if he's hiding, he's hiding.

It's gonna be awful hard to weed him out.

I'm not good at waiting.

Neither am I.

We've been keeping the media at bay.

We don't want them to know too much.

You should try to keep it that way.

What's all this?

His first crimes.

They mean more to us
now that he's killed again.

So he came out
just as sick as he went in.

You think he's gonna move or wait?

Well, he kills at night,

which means that's when
he's most confident.

If waiting for dark is the smartest move,
that's what he'll do.

Everything points to a solitary existence.

You know, interestingly enough,
the most worn book

is The Count of Monte Cristo.

Of course it is.

The hero's only reason for living
was to seek vengeance.

-Maybe he relates.
-It's in French.

I didn't see that coming.

Looks like he wrote a lot, too.

He's been pent up
physically and verbally far too long.

So he gets into his first fight
within days of being here.

It got him a week's worth of solitary.

That pattern escalated
until he eventually killed an inmate,

got out of solitary and killed another.

So he silences his victims
before he gets inside.

His actions get him silenced
while he's here.

-Ironic?
-Fortuitous.

Looks like he has
two forms of expression,

silence and rage.

We need to find out
why he's operating in these extremes.

Maybe it's in his writings.

The suture is six-zero nylon,
P-three needle,

13-millimeter long, three-eighth circle.

A dozen of these would come in a box.

The suture drawer was empty
on the ambulance.

Then he's got a lot more.

His technique isn't like a mortician.

It looks like the stitching
is strictly through the lips.

It's rather crude what he's done.
You see how the nylon is stretched?

The victim struggled,

which says the prisoner did it
while this guy was still alive.

Torture. Just like the first victims.

Well, now that you've seen
his handiwork, I'll open his mouth.

What do we have here?

"Gazing through to the other side."

That's not much of a taunt.

Maybe it's not for us.

Then who?

What do you think?

Can I retract an earlier statement?

Sure.

There's nothing textbook
about this case.

These victims suffered in ways
that were painstakingly personal.

You think he was abused the same way?

Doubt his mouth was sewn.
That's his way of expressing frustration.

But there's something tied to the silence.

I'm thinking he stayed quiet in prison

because he was ridiculed
as a child when he talked.

By someone who looked like them.

He could have had
a speech impediment.

It would have been severe,
a stutter maybe.

We've got ourselves a reader over here.

In multiple languages.

Spanish, English, and German
are the primary languages for Texas.

He reads in French, but most of his
own writings are in English.

His handwriting is the size
of Courier type.

-And so far I've read 50,000 words.
-And?

The small print tells me
he's methodical, not always social.

The narrow spacing indicates
a tremendous amount of irritability.

It looks like
stream of consciousness. Interesting.

His reading comprehension
suggests above-average intelligence,

but his writing is inferior.

Could be what he grew up hearing.

You two should guest-lecture together.

Oh, wait.

He literally put words
in the guard's mouth.

That's new.

Well, we think this is
what we were missing.

The words give him the pleasure
the beatings used to bring.

Guys, maybe we had this wrong.

What if the ritual
is sewing the mouths shut?

His signature used to be the beatings,

but now it's putting words
in their mouths.

Yeah, just when you think a signature
doesn't get more solid than that.

What did he write?

"Gazing through to the other side."

It's not an anagram.

Is that a phrase
in anything you've read so far?

No. It's not a well-known
literary reference either.

Well, the words mean something to him,

otherwise he wouldn't share it.

It's gonna get dark soon.
He'll be on the move.

You want us on the road
with the marshals?

No, I think we should
concentrate on remote locations.

He's not just escaping detection,
he's a recluse.

He'll be attracted to isolated locations.

What are you doing?

Hey! I said, "What are you doing?"

Answer me!

You dumb son of a bitch!

We have all the highways covered,
roadblocks on the rural routes.

He must have stolen a vehicle
and just laid low.

How'd you know to look here?

It's local and isolated, just like him.

They found the EMT's shirt in the trash.

Great. So we don't know
how he's dressed.

Just the fact that he stole wheels
from the garage here.

I don't know what kind of car to look for
because I don't know what was here.

Found some names and numbers.

My guess is these are customers
whose cars they were working on.

Any makes or models?

Parts ordered. That's about it.

So the attendant's motorcycle
is still out front.

Why didn't he take that?
He could have gone off road.

-It would have been faster.
-Yeah, but he can sleep in a car.

Right.

Well, this place isn't far
from last night's accident.

Six miles away.

The choppers and the dogs
covered this area,

but he still got away.

Have you ever seen a fugitive
stay this close for so long?

Just depends on how patient he is
and what he has to prove.

"Waiting on the taste of honey,

"the smell of summer."

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Sounds like a list of things
he missed when he was locked up?

Why does he need us to know that?

Call Blake. Bring her up to speed.

You have not called me all day.

Seriously?

Now that superwoman is on the case,
you don't need me, huh?

Okay, you know what?

I'm gonna chalk that up
to a little jet lag.

Let's start this thing over. Ring, ring.

I'm looking for my baby girl.

Your wish is my command.

There you go. That's much better.

I need Blake's number.

Seriously

Hotch asked me to call her.

So call Reid. He's probably glued to her.

All right,
that is unnecessary roughness.

You, my sweet, need to settle down.

No, I know, I know.

I just... I...

I thought this would be easier.

I know. So did I.

Garcia, Blake's number?

Just sent you her vCard.

Thank you, my lady.

You're welcome, my love.

Oh...

-Blake.-Hey, it's Morgan.

-Get another note?-Yep.

Mind if I put you on speaker?

That's how we do it.

"Waiting on the taste of honey,
the smell of summer."

"And the sight of the other side."

Three of the senses.
We're only missing sound and touch.

This guy's like Jekyll and Hyde.

Writes a decent thought
and then sews it in a mouth.

Whatever he is,
he's romanticizing the hell out of this.

-Thanks, Morgan.-Sure.

"Gazing through to the other side,

"waiting on the taste of honey,
the smell of summer."

Do you think he's telling us
about a place?

Well, it sounds like it. But...

Where?

We can't tell you exactly
where this UnSub's going

or what he's thinking, but his actions
will betray his intentions.

And how's that?

Earlier tonight
at the gas station,

he could have stolen money,

but the cash register wasn't empty.

That tells us that he's not
planning a long road trip.

And yet he's logical enough
to be in survival mode.

So logic tells him to escape. I get that.

But what the hell
makes him sew mouths shut?

It's a compulsion
over which he has no control.

So how do we stop him?

Well, truth shows itself
through actions.

What's this guy's truth?
He feels silenced.

Agent Hotchner has a theory
that he had a speech impediment

that made him embarrassed to talk.

He may have been relentlessly
teased because of it.

His prior victims tell us a woman,
likely a mother figure, is to blame.

Chances are she was abusive
and convinced him

that whatever words he had
were worthless.

This guy hasn't
spoken a word in eight years.

Definitely not.

You sound
pretty damn sure.

He refers to IPA
in a few of his personal writings.

What's IPA?
-International phonetic alphabet.

It represents only those
qualities of speech

that are in spoken language.

It's proof that he's able to hear,

which means most likely
he can talk but chooses not to.

Then what's he use it for?

He uses multiple languages,

which highlights his desire
to communicate.

IPA is an interesting choice.

I've found that those who understand
something as detailed as that

are also proficient in sign language.

So these words that
he's leaving in these mouths

are directly taunting us?

-Those messages...
-Have not been analyzed yet.

Not to change the subject,
but he's incredibly well read,

which tells us that he most likely
grew up in isolation,

with literature being his only escape.

His own writings are not as profound,

and despite his
reading comprehension,

we don't believed he's had
an extended education.

Everything about his psychosis
says the spoken word has value.

It also greatly angers him.

And if he was yelled at
or made to feel stupid,

he held on to his anger
until he snapped.

So why hasn't
he fled the area?

I mean, he knows there's
a manhunt going on here.

Wouldn't he want to get
as far away as possible?

Well, he could be on a mission.

We just don't know if that mission
includes a person or a place.

But we do know
his target is close to here.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Blake.

Wouldn't you agree that his messages
are relevant to the profile?

To a degree, yes.

A degree?

He basically signed his name
to the murders.

He's never left words before.

That's a significant change in behavior,
but you completely dismissed it.

Because the marshals
have their own agenda

and will believe it's a taunt
no matter what we tell them.

We don't need to give them
any more fuel.

If the UnSub needs
to get his thoughts out,

it's like he's reminding us of something,

and until we know
what that something is,

I'm not comfortable
speculating in front of them.

Well, how about the rest of us?

Dr. Reid and I
are coming up with theories.

You're welcome to join us.

I don't know where this scar came from.

Well, he got in 23 fights
over eight years.

It's bound to leave a few marks.

Yeah, I know, but I read the records,

and there's no indication
of a scar behind his left ear.

What are you thinking

It could be.

The left side of his face
is sagging in both photos.

Maybe he had a stroke or palsy?

So a facial deformity,
a possible speech impediment.

That leads to pretty low self-esteem.

Okay, so how does eight years
locked up change someone?

It takes away their voice.

But it doesn't take away his rage.
Time only makes it worse.

What if he started all those fights
so he could be punished?

He was looking for quiet.

So getting into fights
wasn't about his rage.

It was about getting what he wanted.

Silence.

Daddy will be right back.

Marshal, where are the parents?

Father's in the stall, dead.
No sign of the mother.

He stole the victim's ID,
so I have no idea who he is

or what type of vehicle we're looking for.

-Was there another message?
-They're looking right now.

This baby is only a few months old.

He's too young
to hold the bottle by himself.

Maybe the father fed him.

You wouldn't take the baby
out of the safety of your car

in the middle of the night.

Then you're telling me
this guy killed a man

then came out here to care for the baby?

I think that's exactly what he did.
He stayed with him while he slept

and then gave him his pacifier.

Well, then maybe he's not that far away.

There were no words
left in the mouth this time.

I think caring for the baby
is his message.

Then he must relate to the child.

Maybe he's obsessed
with the nurture he didn't get.

Or simply wanted him to be quiet.

He's telling us
he has boundaries?

No, he's too unstable for that.

I'd consider him lucky.

Scissors.

Suture kits, medical tape.

What's he trying to tell us

He left his tools behind. That usually
means you're gonna call it quits.

He didn't leave the stolen gun.

He's not giving up.

Okay, so he leaves words until today.

Maybe he's closer
to what he's looking for?

He could have
already found it.

If he feels satisfied, he may disappear.

Mmm. We're too close
to let that happen.

All right, then we go back
to the first kills.

Three women, late 40s,
all working class.

Mothers, brunettes,
beaten and left in a ditch.

That was his message. He hated them.

Maybe he's not targeting
women anymore

because he's already killed
the person he blames.

Most likely his mother.

We should have Garcia run
all of the victims' names again.

At your service.

Pull up the '04 victims.

Done.

All right, we need a list
of their children.

Okay, next of kin, state welfare,
give me a sec.

Gotcha! Okay.

Some were put into foster care
after their moms died,

runaways, truancy, not good.

Any incarcerated?

A handful.
Do you have any more parameters?

Uh, not yet. Just send us the list.

Coming at you now.

All right,
let's start with the first victim.

Julie Myers.

Three boys.
Mark, Greg, and John.

Born '70, '72, '74.

History of truancy.
Child services lost track of them.

Is there any family history
of Cajun French?

Yeah. Julie Myers
was born in New Orleans.

Could explain his interest
in the language.

Let's jump ahead
to his most recent behavior.

He leaves all of this behind.

Is it his version of surrender?

What's the medical tape for?
He didn't use it on any of the victims.

Yet it was important enough
for him to steal from the ambulance.

Maybe he's using it on himself.

We said that he may have
some kind of nerve damage.

If that's the case,
his eye won't shut by itself.

Maybe he has to tape it down.

It's his left eye, the same side
where the recent scars are.

Under his ear.

What if he was trying
to stop from hearing?

That's pretty severe,
taking a knife to your own head.

He may have had an implant.

The electronic pulses
enhance natural sound.

If all he wants is peace,
an implant is like having

a speaker that goes to 11.

That was fast.

Any of the children
have a cochlear implant?

Uh, 1988, John Myers.

He was 14 at the time.

Yeah, his mom was paid
650 bucks for the medical trial.

Was he deaf before that?

Had to be in order to participate.

Yikes. It was a highly
experimental procedure.

It was tested on humans
and not animals.

Caused quite the controversy.

So Mom gives him the gift of hearing
and it turns out to be a curse.

Spent his first 14 years in silence,
gets lost in a world through books,

learns languages, anything to escape.

He's content, and then his mom
gets paid to use him as a guinea pig.

And now he can't turn the noise off.

He blamed her
and wanted her to suffer.

I told you to clean your room.

You're an idiot.

You...

I told you not to look at me!

Don't look at me!

Hey! Hey. I told you to do the dishes.

Oh, you deaf and dumb son of a bitch.

Hey!

Hey, you deaf dumb son of a bitch!

Look at me.

Talk to me!

Use your mouth!

These messages don't have
a sense of geography,

so he isn't leaving us
a road map to his happy place.

They rarely do.

I don't think the writing is his own.

You said it wasn't written
in any literature.

The phrasing is unnatural
to the written word.

It's like an oral recollection.

Like a campfire story about paradise.

One that he's searching for.

And if he can't find it, he'll kill again.

- -

If these aren't his words,
whose are they?

We need to find out
who his neighbors were in prison.

He spent more time in solitary
than he did in his own cell.

It's total darkness,
but not complete silence.

The inmates can speak
through the walls.

Let's see which fellow inmates
did time in solitary

when he was there.

I can't imagine that
someone thrown in solitary

is nice enough to tell campfire stories.

Some inmates get put there
for their own protection.

That's true.
We should start with those prisoners.

Hold on. See how he wrote
"Waiting on the taste of honey."

It's got southern U.S. roots,

but more specifically, it's Texas south,

a sub-dialect of southern English

found in the north-central
part of the state.

Right here, you wait for something
that hasn't shown up,

you wait on something that's nearby.

Then the taste of honey would be close.

Yes, and the storyteller
is probably from north of here.

Fewer were thrown in the hole
than you think.

Go ahead, Garcia.

Our UnSub was the MVP of solitary.

He was in there
more than any other prisoner.

All right, we're looking for
somebody who didn't belong in jail.

His offense would be minimal.

He might even be there
for his own protection.

Uh-huh. I got a few.

-Can you read off the hometowns?-Sure.

Beaumont, Edinburg, Sweetwater...

Sweetwater.
Who was that inmate?

Danny Tucker.
Looks like he was only in for two months.

Well, it's long enough
to tell stories to John Myers.

Hey, his family owns property
near where you are.

It's really secluded, too.

With local honey,
by any chance?

They are known for it.

That's where he's headed.

Garcia, is it a private property?

It was, but it's been sold.

They're building
a housing development.

So it's not the hideaway
he hopes it's going to be.

Where would he go?

He might blame Danny
for lying to him. Garcia.

Danny's house is down the road
from the development.

I'm sending his address
to your phones now.

All right, Dave,
you and Reid go to the site.

The rest of us will go to Danny's house.

Hey, I'm home.

Where's everybody?

Laura?

What the hell?

Danny...

Okay. Okay.

We don't have any money.

But, uh, you can take my truck.

Here's the keys.

Go ahead, now. Go on.

I'm not gonna tell anybody about this.

Just go on.

Danny, watch out! Danny!

Oh, God. What are you doing?

Somebody help us.

You're on speaker, Garcia.

Hey, I was doing some digging
'cause that's what I do

and I found something weird.

Danny Tucker was only ever in solitary.

So they never saw one another.

I can't tell you that for sure, but...

Well, we know Danny
wasn't made for jail time.

He probably talked
just to keep his sanity.

Sold the story of a paradise
to some guy stuck in darkness.

Gave him all that time
to fantasize about the place,

he finally gets free and he's convinced
that finding it will solve everything.

Danny!

Oh, God, don't hurt him.
Please don't hurt him.

Please, please, please don't hurt him.

Please don't hurt him!

No. No!

-Please don't hurt him.
-

Stop!

Danny! Danny!

Danny. Danny?

Danny...

Danny!

Danny! Please, don't hurt him...

John Myers, FBI. Show me your hands.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Put down the gun.

John, you heard him.

Put it down.

Go on, now. It's okay.

See? I'll do it.

Okay?

It's your turn.

Slow down, please.

"He's a liar.

"There's no peace."

Who's a liar

"There's nowhere to go.

"I'm not...

"Going back in there."

There's no other way.

I doubt anyone had ever
spoken to him with any kindness.

None of us should be denied that.

"A man is known
by the silence he keeps."

Oliver Herford.

Don't tell me there's another one.

There's always another one.

I told you we should have
just gotten into our cars.

Where are we off to now?

Home.

You need to spend at least one night
in your own beds.

You don't have to tell me twice.

-Uh, yeah. Wait for me.
-Thanks.

Agent Blake.

I owe you an explanation.

I know that you may not believe this,

but the part of my job
that I dislike the most is politics.

When you were blamed
for arresting the wrong suspect

in the Marathox case,
I didn't stand up for you.

I let you take the fall.

No. No.

You cut my rope.

It was the highest-profile case
we'd seen that year.

All eyes were on me.

It took a decade to recover.

But I can assure you that your reputation

in the bureau remained intact.

It sounds like you've convinced yourself

that you didn't do any damage,
but you did, Erin.

Well, that was never my intent.

I'm sorry.

And my hope is that we can get past it.

Maybe it doesn't matter to you,
but I am glad that you're here.

Well, that makes two of us.

Good night.

You should go home and get some rest.

Don't tell me you're staying here.

Oh, just long enough to do the reports.

-Okay, good.
-Good night.

And you?

You and Strauss got a little history?

Uh...

In another life.

-There's a story in there.
-Mmm.

-You heading out?
-In a bit.

-All right. See you tomorrow.
-Yep.

Hi.

Hello.

Welcome back.

You're here late.

Yeah, I haven't really slept.

Well, join the club.

Can we start over?

Sure.

Hi. My name is Penelope,
and I do not like change.

Well, you're not alone.

Well, I think it's worse for me
than the others.

Okay.

I've always been like this.
It goes back...

This is not a therapy session.
I really wanted to explain...

It's fine.

Honestly.

I heard you live in the District.
That can't be an easy commute.

That's really nice.

Nice, huh?

Thoughtful.

I don't even know if you drink coffee...

Oh, do I drink coffee and...

And anything else that keeps me going.

We have new teas coming in next week.

-Proper tea?
-As proper as it gets.

Can you get my brand?

I don't know. I don't have a brand.

There's a... I could get you your brand.