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Girl: Hey, mom, can
Amber come over tonight?

Woman: I don't know.
What about your homework?

I already did it
in school.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Well, let's talk about
it after dinner.

Ok, mom.

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We still got
left over meatloaf.

You want to do that?

Girl: Sure.

What's wrong?

[Car alarm sounds]

[Dog barking]

[Kids laughing]

- Jake: Mom! Mom!
- Chloe: Mom!

Hi, guys.

You don't look sick, mom.

Oh, I'm not,
sweetie.

I'm... I'm just
resting.

Are you going
to throw up?

[Laughs]
No, no, I'm fine.

Here, mommy.

Ahh.

She made you a sandwich.

Heh. Why,
thank you, Lily.

It's tuna fish.
And peanut butter.

Yeah, I see that.

All right, kids.
That's enough.

Come on, your mom needs
some peace and quiet.

Let's go. - Okay

- David: I want to play monopoly.
- Come on.

- Phew.
- Mm-hmm.

Yikes.

All right, so you remember
the ground rules?

The doctor said
24 to 48 hours

complete bed rest.

Not here and there
bed rest, complete.

Oh.

And if you need anything...

[Bell dings]

Just ring and I will
come and take care of it.

Well, let's test
this thing out.

[Bell dings]

I need a kiss.

Boy: I'm telling mom.
And I'm telling dad.

You sure you're
up to this?

Well, administrative
day at school, no sitters,

so I better be up to it.

Ugh.

I might be the first woman
to give birth

- to a beach ball.
- Well, just hang in there.

Number 5.

Number 5.

Have we totally
lost our minds?

You start resting.

Now.
[Laughs]

- I'm gonna...
- Yeah, thanks.

Appreciate that.

Reid: You're back.

Hi. Yeah, thought
I'd get in early,

stake out my spot.

Mmm.

Feels like old times.

It does.

That's good, right?

It's great.

Garcia: JJ, oh, my god,
oh, my god, oh, my god.

JJ! Oh, my god.
Look at that.

Look at you. Ohh, hey.

Hi.it's me.

- [Laughs]
- Hi.

Missed you.

Hey, there.

Hey. Welcome back.
So good to have you back.

Great to be here.

[Chuckles]

We did discuss you
maybe easing back

into things slowly.

Emily, I'm good
to go, really.

I even brought
a permission slip

from my doctor.

Promise me,

no jumping out of
helicopters.

Only as a last resort.

You have my word.

So what have we got?

Well, the two mail
bombing deaths

we've been monitoring
in Ohio

and Kentucky, third one
just happened in Memphis.

We aren't
monitoring anymore.

This case is now
our top priority.

Two victims
are Rhonda Kirkman

and her daughter Sophia,

but unlike Joseph ainsworth
and Sheila stecher,

both of these sweet
souls have survived.

Apparently that blast
wasn't as strong as the others.

Mother and daughter
are in critical condition, though.

And we still don't know
how these bombs were sent?

None of the traditional mail
carriers sent any packages

to the victims on
the days of the attacks.

Well, good chance he
dropped them off himself.

Well, that'd be
a significant deviation

from the traditional
m.O. Of a mail bomber.

Most don't get anywhere
near their victims.

And I wonder why the third
bomb didn't pack the same punch.

Device malfunction, maybe?

That would be my guess.

Guys like this don't
usually dial down the violence,

they escalate.

Well, if this latest bomb
was less powerful,

hopefully we have more
forensic evidence to sift through.

What I'm worried about
is a pissed off unsub.

He botched this one.

We can be damn sure
the next attack will get the job done

and then some.

Kristy's on mandated
bed rest,

so Matt will stay behind
and consult by phone.

His military experience
with munitions should be helpful.

For the rest of us,
wheels up in 10.

It's 250, right?

Plus tip, if you're
so inclined.

Ok, let's do this.

One red hot,
stone cold cadaver

coming up.

You said this
would be a woman.

Body stealing business,
sometimes you take the...

No, man, we agreed that
this would be a woman.

Dead's dead.
What the hell's the difference?

Oh, you don't got to go
this route, buddy.

They've got online
dating sites now.

Spruce up a little.
You're not a bad-looking guy.

Learn a little
ballroom dancing.

[Laughs]

I'm joking, man.
Just yanking your chain.

Ok, uh, this transaction,

the merchandise
being what it is,

all sales are final.

So you want
the stiff or not?

Yeah, put it in.

Mm-mmm.
Free shipping stops here.

Put it in yourself.

[Bag zips]

[Door closes]

[Sniffs]

[Chuckles]

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Season 15 Episode 03

*CRIMINAL MINDS*
Episode Title: "Spectator Slowing"

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Prentiss: "Life is under
no obligation

to give us what we expect."

Margaret Mitchell.

Rhonda Kirkman
and her daughter

are still in the ICU.

Garcia: Friends, packaging received
from the latest bombing

had U.S. postage, but curiously, no
cancellation marks.

Well, the unsub put them on
just to make them look legit.

So it's what
we theorized.

He's hand delivering
the bombs.

Risky business
exposing yourself like that.

Most bombers are
cowards who do their

dirty work from
the shadows.

You know, there's
something else missing

that we usually find with
this type of killer...

A manifesto,

some sort of cause they
wish to espouse.

Ted kaczynski,
Eric Rudolph,

Timothy McVeigh,
bombers tend to be fanatics

driven by extreme
ideologies.

Victimology's also
tough on this one.

Garcia, still nothing to
connect the victims?

They are homo sapiens
on the planet earth,

but besides that... age, race, ethnicity...
It's one big mash up.

Well, they had one
thing in common...

The unsub wanted
them all dead.

Tara, you and Luke go take a look
at the latest crime scene.

Reid, jj, you'll head
to the hospital.

Dave and I will set up
with local law enforcement

once we land.

So how's kristy's
bed rest going?

She's complying, but
she's not happy about it.

And I am being that
hard-ass hall monitor

that everybody hates.

Rossi: Have you had a chance
to review that bomb evidence

we sent you?

Yeah, that's why
I'm calling.

So we're definitely
dealing with one unsub here.

The assembly and packaging
in all 3 attacks are identical.

Those bombs didn't look
especially sophisticated.

No, they're not.

You stumble across
the right website,

and your average person
could probably put these together.

One more thing.
It looks like each package contained

a book of some kind.

Maybe that's what set off
the explosive.

You open the cover, boom.

That was my
initial thought, too,

but I'm not seeing any
spring-loaded triggers.

Then what then, a timer?

No, no timing
devices, either.

[Children laughing]

I think these explosives
are being detonated

via remote control.

Ok, I'll let you go.

So what are your
kiddie plans for today?

Oh, we're gonna go big.

Uh, cook a fancy meal,
maybe play a board game.

Board game?

Yeah, I've got one
here I bought

in Thailand years ago,
haven't opened yet.

Attenzione alla varieta.

Translation?

Roughly, deviate
from video games

at your own risk.

[Laughs] Thanks.

Buona fortuna.

Photo album. This must
be the book Matt was talking about.

Yeah, similar albums
were pieced together

at the other crime scenes.

We're trying to track down
where they were purchased.

Any actual photographs
recovered?

Only this one from
Rhonda's house.

But check this out.

He sent Rhonda a picture
of her own house.

Her house, but...

What else?

Simmons: So what
do you think? Huh?

We're gonna choose something
we've never eaten before,

we're gonna make it
from scratch together.

Why can't we eat
something normal?

Like pizza.

Because we eat normal
all the time.

Come on, you guys,
it'll be fun.

We'll make extra
for your mommy.

We're gonna surprise her.

Here's what we'll do.
I'm gonna close my eyes

and move my finger,
and when you say "stop,"

the book I'm pointing to,
no matter what,

we'll fix what's
on the cover.

Sound good?

Loving the enthusiasm.

Ok, here we go.

Mmm.

Stop.

[Children giggle]

"Modern Moroccan."

Basilla with dejaj...
Dajaj... daja...

All right, it's
a little complicated.

We're gonna check and see
what the ingredients are.

Ginger, ok. Turmeric,
crumbled saffron threads?

[Mutters] Crumbled
saffron threads.

How does pizza sound,
you guys?

[Children cheering]

Yeah, let's do...
Let's do pizza.

- Yeah.
- Yeah!

Pizza. [Exhales]

Mr. and Mrs. Kirkman,
I'm Dr. Reid.

I'm ssa Jennifer jareau.
We're with the FBI.

The doctors said
you'd be coming.

We're very sorry
about what happened

to your daughter
and grandchild.

Thank you.

We know that this
is a difficult time, but...

No, no, ask
your questions.

Neither one of us has
had much sleep, though.

Flights were all booked
so we drove down from Michigan.

Yeah, straight
through the night.

Do you have any idea who
might have done this?

Woman: Not at all.

Everybody loves Rhonda.

She didn't have
an enemy in the world.

Mr. Kirkman?

My wife cuts people
too much slack.

Rhonda's got an ex
you need to check out.

- Fred.
- No, these people need

to know, Laura.

Randall gilman.

Rhonda divorced that
s.O.B. Last summer,

and when she got
custody of Sophia,

he said he was gonna
make her pay.

- That's not what he meant by that.
- No, no,

exact words.
Make her pay.

Excuse me, Mr.
And Mrs. Kirkman.

Rhonda's still in surgery,

but if you want to see
your granddaughter

for a few minutes,
come with me.

Oh, my god, Sophia.

Please find who did this.

Please.

Ok, so we spoke to
Rhonda's neighbors,

and they echo what people said
about the previous victims...

Quiet and well liked.

Yeah, she worked
a normal job,

middle of the road politics,

not involved in any
controversial causes.

Ok, so we have no
obvious shared ideology

among the victims
that might have

angered our unsub.

Well, maybe it's
an internal ideology

unique to him.

You know, they crossed some
line only he understands.

It's rare with bombers,

but maybe our killer's
choosing his victims randomly.

JJ said Rhonda had an ex
we were looking at.

Looked at and cleared.
Solid alibi.

And he had no motive
to kill the other two victims.

So we're back to
square one.

[Sighs]

Reid's working up
a geo profile,

but for now,
it's anyone's guess

where our unsub
will strike next.

[Car engine starts]

Jareau: So it looks like
this resists traditional geo profiling.

Attack sites are
often like spokes

emanating from a single hub,
but that isn't the case here.

It's more random,
scattershot.

I think the unsub lives
in a different part

of the country altogether.

That might be why
he's reluctant to mail his packages.

He's out of his element.

Jareau:
He's also sadistic.

He wants to watch
his victims die with his own eyes.

Agents?

I went to the post office
to pick up Rhonda's mail,

and...

Alvez: "Your presence
is requested

"at the funeral of
Rhonda Kirkman.

Fun and games to follow."

This was enclosed.

[Vehicle approaching]

[Car door opens, closes]

[Camera shutter clicks]

We contacted
the family members

of the first two
bombing victims.

They found posthumous
funeral notices

in the mail as well.

Same message?

"Fun and games
to follow."

Well, let's just hope
it's a taunt

and not a warning
of things

- to come.
- [Cellphone rings]

Matt, how are things
going on the home front?

So far so good.

And how'd that
michelin-starred meal pan out?

Well, it's hard to go wrong
with pepperoni and cheese.

So listen, I took another
look at the evidence

from the Rhonda Kirkman
crime scene.

And while the dimensions
of the device look the same

as the previous bombs...

Height, width, and length...

The actual blast radius
had diminished by almost half.

The thing is,
I'm not seeing anything that

suggests a misfire.

So he deliberately made
the bomb less powerful?

And less deadly.

The shrapnel from the first
two bombs were nasty...

Thumbtacks, razors, nails...

But Rhonda's bomb was
filled with ball bearings,

small ones, like
bb gun pellets.

Increasing the chance that
Rhonda and Sophia would survive.

I don't know why
he'd do this except to

prolong the trauma.

If they don't survive,
how can they suffer?

Thanks, Matt.

Another bomb just went off
about an hour south of here.

One confirmed fatality.
Atf is on site.

It looks like our guy.

Back-to-back attacks
on consecutive days.

He's accelerating.

Law enforcement's
breathing down his neck.

He must know his window
to wreak havoc is closing.

Apparently our unsub's
back in the saddle.

This blast was
full octane,

so whatever the hiccup
was with Rhonda Kirkman,

he fixed it.

Man: Not laughing now,
are you?

Not so funny, huh?

I don't hear you laughing.

Aah!
[Screaming]

What's so funny?

Stop! No!

[Woman screams]

Mom!

Help me!

[Grunts]

Prentiss: Ok.

Garcia still can't find
a link between the victims.

Maybe we're looking
in the wrong place.

- What are you thinking?
- There's no logic in

sending funeral notices

to people he already killed.

I think they were meant
for somebody else.

That's why Garcia's
coming up empty.

The connection here
isn't among the victims,

but in the pool of
surviving loved ones.

Exactly.

Couple of hours ago,
police responded

to a noise complaint
in millington,

about 10 miles
north of here.

They found a blown-up
shed in a field.

There was a male
cadaver inside.

[Bell dinging]

I just wanted to see
that stunningly handsome face

and admire those broad,
squared off shoulders.

No.

No what?

No, you can't get up
and move around

for just 5 minutes.

Kristy: Fine.

How's the
board game going?

Labor intensive.

For starters,
the instructions are in thai.

Then the dice turned
out just to be blank cubes

that you have to lick
and stick dots on by hand.

[Scoffs]
You're kidding.

No, and it took us
half an hour,

then the very first
roll, they just

[rolls tongue]

Fluttered off
like confetti.

So now Jake's trying to
draw them on with a pen,

but the ink won't stick.

Something else is
bothering you.

Uhh.

We have a little
girl in Tennessee

who's fighting
for her life.

Sometimes I wish
I could just...

[Snap]

Snap my fingers
and make all the bad

in the world go away.

Lily: Dad! Oh!

They're playing my song.

[Children playing]

I love you.

Now go out there
and show them

how to do it
old school.

Ok.

Will do.

Chloe: What did you do?

Lily: I didn't
do anything!

[Door closes]

Ok.

Is everything
ok, dad?

Yeah, everything's
fine, son.

Ok, let's start
with Lily.

Jake: I think we need
to find another game.

There's nothing
on the dice.

Of course there is.

You're just not looking
hard enough.

Ok. All right, Lily.

5.

Thank you so much
for coming in.

They said you wanted us to
take a look at some pictures.

If you don't mind,
they're right in here.

Laura: I don't recognize
any of these people.

Me, neither.

Reid: Take your time.

Try focusing on one group

before moving on
to the next.

Fred: Who are they,
anyway?

Family members of the other 3
victims, like you.

So I think...
2, 3, 4...

Lily has 8 to win.

Yeah, but 2, 6, or 7,

and you're dead.

No pressure.

Here you go.

[Blows]

[Blows]

8!

[All cheering]

We have a winner!

Nice!

Yes!

I'll be damned.

Fred.

Fred: Yeah.

How did you do this?

Reid: How do you know
these people?

We met on a cruise
last month.

Went up the St. Lawrence
river in Canada.

Yeah, the boat docked
for the day in Montreal,

and the 5 of us
decided to rent a car,

go drive around the
countryside on our own.

So here's what we know.

These 5 people
rented a car together

in Montreal
on October 2.

And within weeks,

all of them had
loved ones

who were attacked
by our unsub...

Joseph ainsworth,
Colin's father,

Sheila stecher,
the sister of Wanda,

and Joel Reynolds,
Meg's father.

And this is the route
they took.

They stopped for lunch,
then went back to the boat.

Somewhere along the way,
they encountered the unsub.

Must have.

We should bring
Fred and Laura in

for a cognitive
with Dave.

We should also place them
in protective custody.

We don't know who's next,
but this unsub isn't finished.

Ok, do you remember
the male cadaver

they retrieved
from that shed?

Not the sort of thing
one forgets.

Well, allow me to make him
a little more unforgettable.

Turns out our boy was
wearing a bright yellow dress,

and they retrieved
vintage lady's sunglasses.

So the unsub dressed him
up to resemble a woman...

A surrogate.

And then blew him
to smithereens...

Overkill.

Yeah, this guy's approaching
the ultimate source of his rage.

We could be looking
at an end game here.

Ok, Luke, get down to the
hospital, beef up security.

Got it.

Getting some coffee.
Want some?

Mm-mmm.

[Telephone rings]

[Indistinct P.A.
announcements]

Visiting someone?

Yeah, my, uh, daughter
and granddaughter.

Unsub: I'm here
for my mom.

She was in an accident.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm hoping maybe this
might cheer her up.

I'm sure it will.

Which doctor
do you guys have,

um, your daughter
and granddaughter?

Dr. Delaney.

That's my mom's doctor,
too, actually.

Everyone says he's amazing.

Good.

You have a nice evening.

You, too.

All right, let's see
if you can have

one of your officers post
up here in the waiting room.

I don't want anybody
going into this room

that's not authorized
medical personnel,

no exceptions.

We're gonna need
a police officer

to take Mr. and Mrs.
Kirkman down to the police station,

make sure that they
understand what's going on.

Officer: Yes, sir.

What's that?

I don't know.
It wasn't there

when I made my rounds
a minute ago.

Get the patient
out of here now,

and clear this
entire floor now.

Shouldn't we wait until
the bomb squad gets here?

No, there's no time.

He's using a remote.

Alvez: Let's go.
Get her out.

[Beeping]

Hang on a second.
JJ's walking in.

Does anybody know
what happened?

No, Luke was there,

and then everybody
started evacuating,

and then no one was
there but Luke,

and I don't know
what happened to him.

The hospital's on lockdown,

but there's no signs
of an explosion.

Emily and Dave should
be there by now.

I'll let you know
if I find anything.

You let me know if
you find anything,

but we need to
find something.

[Indistinct police
radio chatter]

Luke, are you ok?

I'm fine.

I won't need any caffeine
for a while, though.

Did it misfire?

No, it was never
rigged to go off.

I think it was
just for show.

Jareau: He came out of Sophia's room.
He's got to be our guy.

Laura already ID'd him
as the man who sat

and talked with her
in the waiting room.

She'd never
seen him before?

Nope, not here,
not in Canada.

If the unsub's goal
all this time has been

to punish and eventually kill
Rhonda and her daughter,

he just had his best
chance to finish the job.

Why didn't he take it?

The same reason he made their
initial bomb less lethal.

He wants them to survive
in order to suffer,

string out the pain.

Why only them,
not the other victims?

We're missing something.

Well, Dave's about to
start his cognitive

with Fred Kirkman.
Maybe we'll find

some answers there.

You rented a car
in Montreal

and you left
right away.

Yeah.

Everybody wanted
to go, see the leaves changing.

Did you stop
along the way?

Yeah, lots of times.

Everybody had to get out
and take pictures.

Well, where did you
stop for lunch?

A little mom and pop
type place off by itself.

Now picture the man your wife
talked to at the hospital.

Is he there?

Could have been
an employee

or someone else who
was having lunch.

No. Uh-uh.

All right, um,
after lunch,

then what, you drove
back to return the car?

Yes, I was nervous
we'd be late

getting back to
the cruise ship.

Were you feeling anxious
about that during lunch?

No.

Then what happened to
make you start worrying?

I don't know. Uh...

Wait, I remember now.

This other guy
that was with us,

we were practically
back to Montreal,

maybe 10 minutes away, uh,

he made us stop and take
another picture.

Other guy, as in
Colin ainsworth?

Yeah, I guess that
was his name, yeah.

What did Colin want
to take a picture of?

It was... it was
just this house.

There was tape around it.

Tape?
Yeah.

You mean police tape?

Yeah. I didn't pay
that much attention,

but this guy,
this Colin, he...

He said the place
was famous.

Let's take a little
break, Fred.

You're right, they would have
gone right past manner street.

That has to be it.
I don't understand.

What's manner street?

A couple of months ago
Canadian police

found 8 bodies in the
basement of a house there.

Murdered?

Poisoned.

The homeowner rented
a spare room

to pensioners and
people on disability,

killed them, and kept cashing
their government checks.

What happened to the guy?

When the police
zeroed in,

he blew himself up
in front of his house

using a homemade
explosive.

Garcia's on it.
We need to find out

everything about the people
connected to that case...

The killer, victims,
friends, and family.

Let's see if I can
get some more from Fred.

Ok.

Let's get back
to the house.

[Cellphone rings]

Yes?

This is she.

Well, they told me
I needed to stay here

at the police department.

All right, Dr. Delaney.
I understand.

I'm on my way.

He didn't say anything.

All he wanted was
his damn picture.

He had a regular camera,

not one of those...
Those phone things,

so he needed one of us
to take it.

Thank you.

This is so cool.

Ok.
Yeah.

Laura said she'd do it.

Ok.

Your wife took
a picture of Colin?

Yeah.

Damn near broke
her ankle doing it, too.

How?

The lawn was all
overgrown,

and she tripped over
a clump of grass.

You all right?

Laura: Yeah.

Now, this is very
important, Mr. Kirkman.

I want you think
very hard.

Was there anybody
else there?

Wait. Wait,
there was somebody,

off by himself,

on the other side
of the yard,

standing next to a car.

He was staring over
towards Laura.

Rossi: Towards
Laura or at Laura?

Not right at her.
He was staring down,

like where she was walking.

Where she tripped?

Yes, where she stomped
on the...

It was a bouquet of flowers.

Mr. Kirkman, what was
your wife wearing that day?

Wearing? Um...

A yellow dress.

Rhonda and Sophia were
never the ultimate targets.

He's after Laura.

Where's Mrs. Kirkman?

[Indistinct police radio
chatter]

[Woman whimpers]

[Grunting]

[Electricity crackles][Grunts]

[Muffled screams]

Mrs. Kirkman was supposed
to be in police custody.

What the hell happened?

Miscommunication
during shift change.

So apparently the unsub
posed as a doctor

to lure her out,
said she needed to sign

- some forms at the hospital.
- [Cellphone rings]

What is it, Garcia?

I think I got the who,
but I don't have the where.

I looked into
everybody involved

in the manner street murders,

and nothing interesting
has come up

until I got to
the final victim,

Sally baker.

What's interesting about
her is she's a total blank.

Why is she a blank?
Turns out Sally baker's not her name,

but Audrey Mattson.

An assumed name?
Why, was she in trouble?

Eh, more like
getting out of trouble.

30 years ago she falls in love
with this guy, Karl Blair.

Karl is a total drunk,
he's an abusive stalker.

She tries to get
away from him,

the system fails her,
so she has to change her name,

go underground,
move up to Canada.

Karl Blair profiles too old
to be our unsub, though.

But their 26-year-old
son Shelby does not.

According to child services,
he did everything he could

to try to protect his mom,

but unfortunately,
he inherited

his
father's violent nature

and he's been in
and out of jail.

Here is his most
current mug shot.

Prentiss: And we don't
have Shelby's address?

No, that's the only thing
I haven't been able to figure.

He was born in Texas,
but he's been a drifter

- his whole life.
- Ok, thanks, Garcia.

The mother he adored
and tried to protect

- ended up murdered anyway.
- He must have brought the flowers

to commemorate
the spot.

Only to find a group
of lookie-loos

using the tragedy as
a backdrop to a photo op,

trampled his flowers,
and continued on their merry way.

So he found out
who they were

and decided to give them
a dose of the same pain.

[Dialing]

This is agent Prentiss.

I need to speak with
the security detail

at the Kirkman
crime scene ASAP.

What is it?

They've been trying
to contact the officer

guarding the crime scene
for the past 10 minutes.

He isn't responding.

Please don't do this.

Unsub: Have you ever
been to New Orleans?

Listen to me.

Well, when I was a kid, I lived there

with my mom
for a little bit,

like it was right after Katrina,
like right after.

I mean, this place was
like you can't even imagine.

And, uh, she worked
in one of those fancy hotels,

and her job was
to pack the lunches

for the hotel's
disaster tours.

- What... what are you talking about?
- Seriously. I mean,

they didn't call them that,

but that's what
they were, you know.

You pile in a minibus,
and you go gawk.

Bourbon street, check.
Garden district, check.

Its human misery,
double check.

- Please!
- These lunches, they were gourmet.

You know, they even had
little chardonnay bottles,

you know, something nice to sip
on down there in the lower ninth.

Hey, look, that's where
so and so drowned like a rat,

next to the old lady
who starved to death!

I don't know who you
think you're talking to,

but you have
the wrong person.

No.

I have the right person.

But the sad thing is
that I could get

pretty much any person
off the street

and I'd kind of have
the right person,

because people are
all the same.

Everybody loves bad stuff

when it happens
to someone else.

It's like when there's
a car crash

and everyone's got to stop
and rubberneck.

You know, my mom said
that, um,

making those lunches

is the most shameful thing
she ever had to do.

What are you gonna do?

Take a photo

and scrapbook of my own.

No!

[Whimpering] No.

No.

Prentiss: Shelby Mattson,
FBI.

Hands in the air now!

You come any closer and I'm
gonna release this trigger.

Don't do it.

I release this,

none of us are going
anywhere ever again.

[Whimpering]

I swear to God!

Go ahead.

What?

Go ahead.

[Grunts]

Need an ambulance now.

You ok?

Yeah, I'm good.

[Laura whimpering]

[Sirens approaching]

[Monitors beeping]

[Sophia laughs]

Rhonda's also
out of surgery.

Doctor says they're
both gonna be ok.

That's really
great news.

So how did you know
Mattson was bluffing?

I wondered the same thing.

What if the device
he was holding

had been the actual
detonator.

"Fun and games to follow."

Shelby Mattson wasn't suicidal,
he was on a mission.

And if we hadn't shown up,

it wasn't gonna end in
Rhonda Kirkman's front yard.

Sophia: Me, too, grandma.

I love you more.

[Opera music playing]

Jake: Dad?

Hey.

What's up?

Is mom gonna be ok?

Your mom's gonna be fine.

She's just getting strong
for when your new

brother or sister
shows up.

You really couldn't see the
numbers on the dice, could you?

No.

I couldn't.

That'll be our
little secret, ok?

But, hey, it was fun
anyway, wasn't it?

- Yeah.
- Right?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, it was.

- Yeah.
- [Bell ringing]

I am being summoned.

Hey, hey.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Ok.

[Bell ringing]

I could get used to this.

Emily called
from the jet,

and the little girl
I told you about

is going to be ok.

- Aw.
- And her mom, too.

That's wonderful news.

Yeah.

Nice music.

Mm-hmm.

Before bed Lily
asked me what opera was,

so I told her
the whole story.

Of madame butterfly?

Mm-hmm.

How an American sailor came to
Japan and they fell in love,

they had a baby,
but back in those days,

it was hard for the two
cultures to come together.

And did Lily understand?

- I don't think so.
- Mm-mmm.

Because at the end
of the story,

she asked me if the
American sailor was popeye.

[Laughs]

Oh, don't do that,
you'll make my water break.

I can't...

I was just
out there thinking

about how much trust
our children have in us.

And how at the age
they are now,

their lives are
totally in our hands.

What prompted that?

A pair of dice
without any dots.

I'll tell you
about it later.

Well, I've been doing
some thinking of my own.

After this one,

what do you say
we call it a day,

kid-making-wise?

5 is a nice round number.

Hmm?

- Mm-hmm.
- Sure.

I'll drink to that.

Ahh.

[Laughs]

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