All language subtitles for Criminal Minds - 14X12 Hamelin

Something wrong?

Oh, it's my mom.

A pipe burst last night,

and now her living room is flooded.

Ugh.

Yeah. Repairs are gonna
take 3 weeks minimum,

and she has asked to stay with me.

That's good, right? I mean, out
of all the people in her life,

you're the one that she chose to...

Yeah, I was her only option, Spence.

Ah.

Trust me, she would much rather

rent something on her
own closer to home,

but apparently money's a little tight.

I know our relationship hasn't
always been smooth sailing,

but I don't know, maybe
this time it'll be different.

Maybe it will.

Didn't you tell me your house is having

a top-to-bottom
paint job this week?

Mm-hmm. As of this morning.

What are you gonna do?

Well, Will took the boys to
Florida for a couple days.

I just rented a hotel room in the city.

Ooh, I guess I better upgrade
to that junior suite now, huh?

Let me know if you need anything...

Books, food, shoulder to cry on.

Mmm. What was that last one?

All right, just please
keep your phone handy.

What do we have?

Last night 3
10-year-old kids

went missing from their
homes in Wesser, Iowa.

The parents didn't notice they were
gone until they woke up this morning.

Well, all of the families
slept through the abductions.

There must not have
been much of a struggle.

No signs of forced entry, either.

Neighbors didn't hear a sound.

Look, I'm not minimizing this,

but is it possible this
wasn't an abduction at all?

I mean, group
of 10-year-olds,

tip-toe exit in the
middle of the night.

She's got a good point.

I mean, what if the kids
just made a bad decision

to sneak out on a big
adventure together?

I was wondering that myself,

but it was nearly freezing last night,

and it appears all the kids
left wearing their pajamas.

None of them took any clothing or food.

Maybe it's a straight-up kidnapping.

The ransom demands
could be on their way.

JJ has some personal
business to attend to here,

but she will be consulting by phone.

For the rest of us, wheels up.

Oh, no.

Guys, guys, guys. There's
something that just came in.

You need to see it.

It's from Wesser P.D.
It's surveillance footage

from a neighborhood park.

Those are the kids.

What the hell is going on?

Garcia, can you zoom in on that, please?

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"There is always one
moment in childhood"

"when the door opens
and lets the future in."

Graham Greene.

40 years in law enforcement,

I've never seen an abduction like this.

The children appear to be complicit.

I mean, they went to
the unsub voluntarily.

Yeah, but watch the last child's face.

It's like he senses something
wrong at the last moment.

There's still no ransom demand.

That plus the tape,

this is looking less and
less like a kidnapping.

Normally I'd think
this was a sex offender,

but pedophiles almost never abduct
more than one child at a time.

If for no other reason than it's
hard to control multiple victims.

I don't know. The kids on the swing set

looked pretty damn controlled.

Maybe they were drugged somehow earlier.

What do we know about these kids?

They were all good students,

stable homes, no
behavioral issues at all.

When we land, I'll
coordinate with Agent Channing

who's already on the ground with her
child abduction rapid deployment team.

The rest of you pair up,
go to the children's homes,

talk to their parents.

We need to get a sense of these kids.

Someone or something got ahold of them.

We need to find out what.

Ok, catch me up, Agent Channing.

We've got local P.D.
canvassing the neighborhood

looking for home surveillance cameras.

Good. We'll set up
monitors here for viewing.

Our CARD team has handled hundreds

of child abduction cases.

But something like this,

we're in uncharted territory.

Have you met the mayor yet?

- No.
- Buckle up.

Are you the other FBI person?

SSA Prentiss.

I understand you're the mayor.

Rob Tremaine.

Can someone please tell
me what's being done

to get to the bottom of this?

Our BAU team is in place, Mayor,

and we're very good at what we do.

I'm talking about specifics.

What specifically are you doing?

Honey, I'm going home with Timmy.

Take a deep breath.

Look, I'm sorry. I don't
mean to come on strong,

but a thing like this.

I understand.

But it is important for
you to present a calm

and confident face to
your community right now.

Well, that's easier said than done.

3 kids in one night?

How do we know that this
maniac isn't going to take more?

We don't.

This can't be happening.

It's like a nightmare
and I can't wake up.

Your son was plugged in.

Joey's addicted to his screens.

I have kids myself.
I know what you mean.

Did your son make this?

Yes. He loved doing papier-mache.

It's practically the only thing

that could tear him away
from his electronics.

Do you think that this is
how this person got Joey,

like a chat room or something?

We'll know more once we have a
chance to look at his computer.

'Cause we monitored his online
activity as best we could.

We put in filters, safeguards.

But Joey and his friends,

they know how to get around all of it.

Oh, god.

This cyber stuff, it's
their world, not ours.

So why these kids and why now?

The behavior in the video, it
appears as though they're responding

to a post-hypnotic suggestion.

If true, that's an
awfully elaborate ruse.

The seeds for this
abduction must have been

planted a long time ago.

But the parents have
confirmed that these kids

didn't really know one another.

They went to different schools.

They didn't hang out socially.

So where's the overlap?

Maybe there isn't any.

I mean, they could have been
selected randomly online.

Except if this is a form of hypnosis,

the unsub would need to know

that the children are
susceptible to suggestion.

You're on speaker, Garcia.

Ok, I've gone through

the registered sex offenders

in a 50-mile radius of Wesser.

And at the conclusion
of this phone call,

I am going to take 3, maybe 4, showers,

scrub myself with steel wool,

during which time I'm
gonna tent the office,

fumigate it, and when it clears out,

I'm gonna fill it with kittens.

You find anything?

His name is Arthur Brodie.

What about him?

50 years old. He's got a long rap sheet

of sexual deviancy,

including but not limited to voyeurism,

indecent exposure, possession
of child pornography,

the stealing of young
women's undergarments.

I'm definitely gonna need 4 showers.

Why did Brodie pop out
more than any others?

Well, thing one is he
was released a month ago

after serving a 12-year
sentence for statutory rape.

Thing two, he owns a white van

that is eerily like the one
from the surveillance video.

Does Brodie live in town?

Yes. He lives with his mom.

He works the graveyard shift
at an assembly plant in town.

And if you'd like another
pop for this weasel,

last night when the kids went missing,

guess which bra thief
called in sick to work.

Let me out!

Let me out! Please, let me out!

Let me out! Let me out! Please!

I don't want to die.

Don't worry. We're
gonna get out of here.

Arthur Brodie?

FBI. Your mother told us
we might find you here.

What's the problem?

I'm minding my own business.

You minding your business or theirs?

Heh. "Assembly and maintenance of
your Corvell 350 vacuum cleaner."

Come on, Brodie.

You want to pretend you're here to read,

you got to do better than that.

That your white van parked over there?

You can't touch it without a warrant.

I've got my rights.

Yes, we can. And no, you don't.

You're on parole. That's
all the warrant we need.

The hell with you people.

We're not done yet.

Ahh!

Now we're done.

All right, Mom, here we are.

All these years, I can't believe

this is the first time
I've seen where you work.

Wow. Ha ha!

You're sure you don't want
me to take you to the mall?

You could shop, watch a movie.

No, right here's fine.

You just do what you need
to do, and I will sit here,

quiet as a mouse.

Ok.

Oh.

Don't.

Ok, uh, heh!

I'm sorry. I was just...

Don't look in the files.

It can be difficult to process... Ok?

Ok. Sorry.

It's ok.

Ok.

You know what I thought might be fun?

The two of us take a drive
out to Ocean City this weekend.

I'm consulting on an active case, Mom,

so until we close it,
there are no weekends.

I haven't been to ocean city

since you and Roz were
just little things.

That's where your dad
and I took you girls

to have lobster for the
first time, remember?

No, not really.

Yeah, funniest thing.

The lobsters were in a tank out front

so the customers could
pick the one they wanted,

but when the man reached in
to grab the one you picked...

What?

Well, it hit you that that poor fish

was about to go get cooked.

So you told that man to put
it right back where it was,

and we had to order
you a hot dog instead.

That's funny, I really...
I don't remember that at all.

Well, I should have known you
were gonna be an FBI agent.

Even back then, you were
all about saving lives.

What's that abrasion on his forehead?

Apparently he gave Lewis a shove

and Reid went a little
cell block "D" on him.

Nice.

Mr. Brodie, where were you last night?

I don't got to say a thing.

Well, actually, you do.

That's one of the
rights a person gives up

for assaulting underage girls.

Nobody got assaulted. And it was a girl.

One. Me and Brandi were in love.

That would be Brandi Nichols,

eighth grader.

Who was all of 13 years old in 2004

when you first began
having sex with her.

Hey, if that's a crime,
you better get out there

and slap the cuffs on Shakespeare, too.

Excuse me?

Romeo and Juliet.

You know how old she was? 13.

So how come with her,
it's this great romance,

but when it was me and
Brandi, I'm a pervert?

Now, my Shakespeare's a little rusty,

but I don't remember Romeo
being a 50-year-old degenerate

who collects girls' underwear.

You didn't answer my
question, Mr. Brodie.

Where were you last night between
the hours of 9 P.M. and 4 A.M.?

At home with my mom.

Call and ask.

Now, if you're not gonna charge me

with anything, then I'm...

Oh, we're definitely gonna
charge you with something.

Parole violation, assault
on a federal agent.

That should get the ball rolling.

Wait.

I'm going to jail?

Well, look at it this way.

Someone asks you wherefore art thou,

you know what to say.

Ok, so we have a citywide
curfew in place tonight.

I heard the good news about Brodie.

I'm scheduling a press
conference to announce

that we have our primary
suspect in custody.

That's a little premature, Mayor.

Why?

Well, because people are gonna
think the danger is passed.

It hasn't.

Brodie's still a person of interest,

but his van came back
clean and he has an alibi.

You mean his mom?

And the only reason the van is clean

is because he cleaned it.

We'll hold a press conference
when it's appropriate.

Oh, good.

When would that be,

when the next batch
of kids goes missing?

Unbelievable.

Hmm.

Look, I know he wants to tie this
all off in a tidy bow, but come on.

You think Brodie's our guy?

No, no. The guy's a moron.

And morons don't grab children?

Yeah, but this unsub isn't grabbing.

The kids are going to him.

For an offender to sink
in their hooks that deep

requires patience, planning, and smarts,

none of which is Brodie.

At least this town's on high alert.

I doubt there's a door in Wesser, Iowa

that hasn't been double-
and triple-bolted.

Let's hope that's enough.

The unsub's sending a message...

"take all the precautions you
want, I can still get your kids."

Katie's father not only
double-locked the front door,

he barricaded it with a couch.

Did their daughter know any
of the other missing kids?

No, she was homeschooled.

These kids are linked somehow.

We need to widen out, look into
extracurricular activities...

Sports, summer camps.

The kids on the surveillance video,

they looked like they
were on auto-pilot, right?

More like zombified.

But Katie's parents put up a barricade.

So she was forced to use
in-the-moment cognitive skills

to circumvent the obstacle.

Evaluate, problem-solve, improvise.

Not your average zombie's strong suit.

Making it even more
likely that the unsub

had previous personal
interactions with the children.

The unsub dropped a packet
off at the local newspaper.

It's on its way here now.

I'm so cold.

It'll be warmer if
we sit close together.

Come on.

It was found outside
the newspaper offices.

Nobody saw who left it.

Names of the first 3 kids.

Nail clippings.

So why send proof of life
with no ransom demand?

There was a flash drive
in the envelope, too.

How does it feel?

What did he say?

How does it feel?

Our unsub used the expression
"how does it feel?".

This indicates that,
while he abducted the kids,

our unsub's anger is
focused on someone else.

It also explains why there appears to be

no deliberate harm to the children.

The kids are merely a means to an end.

He's not a sexual
predator nor a kidnapper

in a traditional sense.

This person is an injustice collector,

and as such is motivated by revenge.

None of the children's parents, however,

are in professions that typically
evoke revenge-based anger...

Doctors, judges, lawyers.

We believe the unsub is

in his mid-30s
to mid-40s.

He's thorough, intelligent,
and calculating.

He may have also suffered
the loss of a child recently.

That could be what's triggered
these current abductions.

Now, whether this was a literal death,

a physical separation, or purely
a symbolic loss isn't clear.

The children are apparently responding

to a form of post-hypnotic suggestion.

He's also technological savvy

and capable of bonding with children.

In fact, his cyber expertise may be

his entr�e into their world.

And this person is
known to your children,

and he might even be known to you.

He is a local and not a transient,

which will make identifying
him even more difficult.

Hyper-vigilance is key.

It's not enough to lock
the doors and the windows.

Adults cannot take their
eyes off of children,

not even for a minute.

Even if you think your kids

are secure and protected,

this unsub has demonstrated
to us that they are not.

Thank you.

Ahem.

- Good.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

So, um, I got a call

from your insurance adjustor.

Mm-hmm.

He was calling to confirm

that you had declined a benefit.

Your policy provides a
generous rental allowance

if you're displaced from your home.

So now you know.

Mom, why would you make up that story

that you had no other options?

Because I wanted to spend time with you,

and I was afraid if I
asked, you would tell me no.

Why would I do that?

Oh, come on, JJ.

You are perfectly happy up here

with your life just as it is.

The same way you are perfectly happy

with your life in East Allegheny,
right? It does not mean that...

Oh, you think I'm happy?

You think I'm happy

in that house all alone,

your dad off with his new wife,

one daughter who never saw 17,

and the other...

The other what, Mom?

The other what?

Who left.

Who went away and stayed away.

I came back.

Yeah, after 20 years.

Can you blame me? Look,

the terrible memories,
what happened to Roz,

they're...

It's all there...

In that place.

Well, I'm there, too, remember?

Well, we're checking every
industrial space in the area.

So far nothing.

Look at this photo from
Katie Linz's bedroom.

She was making something
out of papier-mache,

just like Joey Pryor.

School project, maybe.

No, no, Katie was homeschooled.

I'll have Garcia look into it.

Yeah.

Well, the sun's going down.

Every last patrol officer's
walking the streets.

This little town's
turned into a fortress.

Think the unsub will be discouraged?

Yeah, me, neither.

Well, how much longer will you be?

No, no. I'm just making up a spare bed.

Timmy's sleeping in our room tonight,

whether he likes it or not.

Mom, why can't I watch TV?

Listen, I need to get started on dinner.

Love you, too.

Somebody's at the door.

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

There's a disturbance
at the mayor's house.

A neighbor said she
heard a child scream.

Call an ambulance.

It's ok. Help is on the way.

Ambulance is almost here.

It's too late.

She's already dead.

What the hell happened here?

Mrs. Tremaine's skull was
crushed, and the boy's missing.

That's a big change in M.O.,

but this had to have been our unsub.

Judging by the volume of blood,

she was most likely attacked
here and left for dead.

But I thought Mrs. Tremaine

was in the kitchen fixing dinner.

That was after the attack.

Come again.

Her neocortex was destroyed,

but her paleocortex must
have remained intact.

It's the more primitive
part of the brain

that guides instinct
and habitual action.

Like when it's dinnertime,
you go fix dinner.

Ok. Well, that's a sharp
escalation of violence.

And the unsub didn't try to lure
Timmy out like he did the others.

Or he tried and failed.

Mayor, you can't go in...

It's my house. Let me in.

They said, uh...

Joan is dead.

Mayor...

Where's my boy?

He's gone, isn't he?

We're gonna find your son.

You have my word on that.

Mayor Tremaine, I know it's difficult

to think clearly right now,

but it's incredibly
important that we know

if Timmy had a cell phone or a computer.

Yeah.

It's upstairs in my office.

It's in your office?

Timmy didn't do his chores,

so we took it away for a few days.

Ok.

Let's get you out of here.

Ok? Come on.

Well, that explains it.

The kids are being
lured via the Internet,

but Timmy was offline.

So the unsub got an ax
and went back to basics.

So the wife and the son of the mayor.

That can't be a coincidence.

Yeah, and the packet was
sent to the town newspaper.

I mean, this unsub's
anger isn't directed

at any specific parents.

He's got a grudge against
the town as a whole.

Garcia, what have you got?

It turns out that Joey
Pryor and Katie Linz

took a papier-mache
class together as part

of this summer activities program

located at the county fairgrounds.

Now, I know what you're
thinking, and before you ask...

I'm sorry... the instructor
was a retired nurse

in her seventies.

That's about as
un-unsubby as they come.

Were the other kids enrolled?

Not in that class,

but in that activities program, yes.

Let's see. Aiden Lyson was
taking a woodworking course.

Olivia Woolsey went the 4-H
Route, learning about chickens.

Ok, so the unsub cherry picked the kids

from the other classes.

I think we just found
our guy's hunting grounds.

But I've gone through
all the instructors,

and nobody matches the unsub's profile.

Ok, what about parents
or fairground employees?

No, nobody. And the thing is,

that place is open to the public.

Tons of people go in and out,

it could be practically anybody in town.

We found these encrypted
emails in Timmy's inbox.

The date of the first one

is the night the 3 children vanished.

So Timmy was meant to be part
of the first group of abductions.

This is an ASMR video...

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response.

It's a tactile sensory
stimulation that can

evoke low-grade euphoria, particularly
in children and young adults.

I've never heard of it.

Euphoria. So that must be the drug

that our unsub was using to induce

a suggestible state to
the kids he abducted.

Uh, what just happened?

I was afraid of this.

The emails are programmed to
self-delete after being viewed.

That's why we didn't find
anything on the other computers.

Ok, he sent 4 more identical emails,

so we'll just film the next video

and have a record of it.

To do this, the technical
level of expertise

would have to be off the charts.

I'm talking Penelope Garcia level.

Well, that narrows the suspect pool.

That's good, right?

Yeah, but it also means our unsub is

a lot more formidable than we thought,

and that's bad.

Euphoria ain't what it used to be.

Ok. Well, let's walk through it.

The kids crawl into
bed, they go to sleep.

Ping, they get an email.

They open it, watch the video,

go wandering out into the
night to be taken by a stranger.

That feels like a stretch.

Yeah, I agree. Sandpaper, whispering.

It's just not enough
to induce the behavior

we saw on that surveillance tape.

So something must be added to the mix...

Subliminal messaging, maybe.

You mean, the old "eat popcorn" thing,

because that turned out to be a hoax.

Well, they weren't all hoaxes.

It's a serious enough phenomenon
that subliminal advertising's

been banned in the U.K.

That might explain the papier-mache.

It's a tactile, immersive activity

Like finger-painting or
working a Potter's wheel.

Give us something good, Garcia.

Ok, I went through the ASMR video

for sub-visual clues. Nada.

Then I looked for sub-audio clues,

and I found this running throughout.

That's like the back and
forth of a playground swing.

It might be the unsub's
subliminal message

to the kids on where to go.

And at no additional cost

to the American taxpayer,

I scanned for back masking,

which is messages played backwards

or under other audio
tracks, you know like,

"I buried Paul."

And I found this.

Hamelin. Hamelin.

Hamelin.

Is that Hamelin?

Of "Pied Piper" fame.

He played a flute and
lured the town's children

from their homes.

The unsub must see himself as
a 21st-century version of that,

except he traded in
the flute for a laptop.

Guys, I think I blocked it out

and I'm not sure I want
to unblock it back in,

but what eventually happened
to the kids from Hamelin?

They were all led to a
riverbank and drowned.

He had these kids right
where he wanted them.

ASMR, susceptibility
to tactile stimulation,

subliminal messaging,

plus, they're at the most vulnerable age

for psychological manipulation.

A perfect storm. What have you got?

Employment records for the
summer activities program.

The first set of payroll
checks were issued on June 15th,

except for one.

The computer teacher didn't
get hers until July 8th.

I looked back, discovered
that the original teacher,

Wayne Hollis, was fired
after only 3 weeks on the job

for suspected inappropriate
behavior with the students.

I think that thud we just heard
is a dart hitting a bull's-eye.

What kind of inappropriate behavior?

Undetermined and maybe nonexistent.

Apparently, he would meet
with children after school

to teach them things, sometimes
at the park or in the mall.

Anyway, the parents found
out, they started talking,

things snowballed, and people wondered

if he was molesting them.

So once the gossip machine revved up,

it didn't slow down.

I bet you the parents of some
of these abducted children

were right in the
middle, stirring the pot.

Does Hollis have a regular job?

He does. He's a research consultant

at a hi-tech firm in Des Moines.

He's also a single father

to a 15-year-old
son named Garrett.

Garcia has the address.

I'll send Luke and Dave.

Hollis' utility bill hasn't
been paid in two months,

and the teenager, Garrett,
hasn't been to class in 3 weeks.

Father and son just packed up and left?

Maybe. Garrett was ridiculed at school

for the molestation rumors
surrounding his father.

The advisor said he was
worried about the kid

that he was spiraling down.

Ohh, what a cute baby.

Thank you.

How old is he? Or is it a she?

He's a little boy, and
he's almost 8 months old.

It's hard to believe that
people were ever so innocent,

so pure

and untainted.

Why do you hurt him?

Pardon me?

Why hurt your boy?

Why do such terrible,

unthinkable things to him?

Because that's what I heard

from your neighbors, your friends,

the people you thought you could trust,

the same way all of you talked about me.

Leave me alone.

Stay put.

Do not move. Stop!

Any of you move, I kill her.

Please don't hurt me!

Do not move a step!

So the Hollis house was empty?

Yeah, except for a chair
that was knocked over

in the middle of the living room.

Like there'd been a struggle?

That's what we thought,

and then looked up at the ceiling.

It was hung over a roof beam.

Matt said that Hollis'
son Garrett had been teased

and tormented in school over
rumors surrounding his father.

Garrett must have hung himself.

His father found him and cut him down.

And buried him.

There was freshly turned
dirt in the backyard.

It's being excavated as we speak.

We have a hostage
situation in Legacy Park.

Tara and Matt are in the area.

I'm serious. Don't move, people!

Do not move! Run away, I kill her.

Wayne Hollis, FBI.

Let her go. Drop the weapon.

No, no, no, no.

Everybody in this town talks except me.

Gossip, rumor, innuendo.

You think I hurt your children,

but I didn't.

It was a lie.

We know about your son, Wayne.

Think about Garrett.

This is not how he'd want you to react.

It doesn't matter what
Garrett wants or doesn't want.

He's dead,

because of you,

all of you.

He had hopes and dreams,

and you took it all away with your lies.

Lies!

Well, now I'm taking
something away from you.

By the time you find your children,

it'll be too late.

And that will haunt you

for the rest of your lives.

No!

No wallet.

Pockets are empty.

What is it?

Well, I don't know.

It's unlike any mud I've ever seen.

Let's get a rush analysis on that.

Here you go, Agent.

Thank you.

Lab results on the mud.

- And?
- Sample contains large amounts of proteases.

- And?
- Proteolytic enzymes.

They break down the peptide bonds

between amino acids
found in complex proteins.

It's commonly found in meat tenderizers.

Garcia.

Uh...

Got it. Great plains meat tenderizer.

The company was based
out of Wesser, Iowa,

until it went out of
business 20 years ago.

I'm sending the address now.

Anybody in there?

Aiden, Olivia, Joey.

Now, this unit's locked up tight.

Kids, we're the police.

You're ok now.

There's gonna be a loud noise.

We need to knock the lock off the door.

All right. Watch out.

Hey. Look at me.

We're here to help you.

Hey, Joey, we got you. Come on.

All right.

No chance I can change your mind?

Mm. No, sweetheart.

I need to go home.

I really wish you'd stay.

You ever project
yourself into the future?

How do you mean?

Imagine what your life's gonna look like

down the road, but really see it,

like it's a movie and you're
sitting in the theater watching.

I guess I've always just been

too wrapped up in the craziness of now.

Yeah.

When I was younger,

I played this movie in
my head all the time.

You and Roz all grown.

Your dad and I in a
house out in the country,

grandkids running all around,

food cooking in the kitchen.

That sounds nice.

Yeah. Except it was all make-believe.

After Roz died, I
threw that stupid movie

in the trash for good.

I blamed your father.

I blamed myself.

I blamed the whole damn world.

I got so caught up in all my troubles

that I forgot there was another
little girl under my roof

who had just lost her sister.

You needed me, and I wasn't there.

You did the best you could.

No. No, I did not do my best,

and I realize that now,

and I am truly sorry.

Mom.

Now we know the truth about Roz.

Yes. Thanks to you.

I'm proud of you.

I don't think I've ever told you that.

Every morning you get up

and you go to work, and you make

a difference in people's lives.

You look in those folders so
the rest of us don't have to.

Thanks, Mom.

That means more than you'll ever know.

This way.

Over here. Right here.

Dad, it's ok. I'm ok.

A lot of wounds to heal,

but it's started.

I missed you guys!

Let's head home.

"It isn't what they say about you",

it's what they whisper."

Errol Flynn.

I'm so happy to hear that.

And where's your mom now?

Oh, she's saying good-bye to Garcia.

She wants me to drive her
back to Pennsylvania tonight.

Well, give her my love.

Yeah, I will.

Uh, Spence, have you...

Have you ever projected yourself

into an imagined future?

You know, given that
particles can travel

faster than the speed of light,

it's always kind of felt
like pointless speculation.

You'd have to, obviously,
solve that first.

Mm. Yeah, yeah. You're right.

We would definitely
have to solve that first.

But to answer your question,

yes, I actually have 3
or 4 imagined futures.

Really?

You sound surprised.

I am.

Tell me about it someday.

It's a date.

Ok.

So I have a proposal.

Let's postpone East Allegheny for a day,

and we take that drive
to Ocean City tomorrow.

You sure?

Yeah. Why not?

Let's do it.

All right.

Do you think that seafood
restaurant's still there?

Oh, yeah, we could check.

I think I've helped
save enough lives today.

I want a lobster do-over.