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Oh, what are you doing?

I'm gonna be late for work.

The sun's not even up.

It is in London.

Your job sucks.

Well, it pays the bills.

Yeah, well, not mine.

Turn out the light.

Don't I get a kiss first?

No.

Please?

One.

One is not enough.

Call me. We'll talk.

You don't think I'll call.

I know you won't call.

You'll text.

Say, "Sup?" Expect me to come over

and have sex with you
and go back home.

Is it the entire male species
that you have a low opinion of

or is it just me?

Just you.

I will call you tonight. I promise.

And I'll come back to you

again.

Good.

Have fun at work.

-Dude...
-Kara, listen.

I think I'm in love.

Scotty just left my place.

Her name is Ashley.

-The guy at the bar.
-No, man, it's not like that.

There was a real connection.

What do you think? He just left.

I'm telling you, man,
she's a game-changer.

No, I know, but it wasn't like that.

-She has a thing for bunnies.
-It was real.

And when I say a thing,
I mean she's seriously obsessed.

No, I will not tell you his shoe size.

Right over there.

That's where I saw Carolyn
the first time.

No offense, Rossi,

but this place is kind of a dump.

Oh, back then it wasn't.

Back then the biggest names
would come here.

Creedence, the Eagles, Chicago.

It was a marine bar.

They played for us jarheads.

What was Carolyn doing here?

Waiting for Ringo.

Beatlemania was no joke.

I mean, it would make the women crazy.

She'd write them a letter once a week,

begging the band to come visit.

Did they ever come?

Ringo did, after his divorce.

But luckily,

Carolyn met me first.

But that's how we all became friends.

Devil honey for Dave.

And an Arnold Palmer for the kid.

Oh, on second thought, Helen...

It's Garcia.

So much for a night off.

You better bring us the bill.

Okay. That'll be 10 bucks.

No, you can charge us
for the drinks we didn't have.

Everything's marked down
until it's all gone.

Oh, you can't close.

This place is history.

Unfortunately, Dave,
history doesn't pay the bills.

-Marines used to be big business.
-Still are.

That's why three new bars
opened up across the street.

What's that thing they say
about competition?

-It breeds success?
-It sucks.

Well...

Keep the change.

Thank you, Dave.

I hate to see this place go.

Beantown
has turned into chokeville.

Three victims, all male, wallets stolen.

The UnSub uses a garrotte
to strangle his victims.

He strikes at night
and there have been no witnesses.

How much did he get?

Well, it's odd.
Each of the victims,

socioeconomically,
is lower to middle class.

It's doubtful there would have been
much cash

and there have been no charge
attempts in any of the credit cards.

So, the murders might not
be about money at all.

Taking the wallets could be
a forensic countermeasure

to delay victim identification.

That could be the sitch
with the first two victims,

but the latest one, Scott Delfino,

he was on the phone with his roommate
when he was attacked,

call cut out unexpectedly,

repeated call-backs
went straight to voicemail.

And Delfino's body
was found an hour later.

Indications were they'd been blitzed.

Which speaks to the killer's
prep work but also his desperation.

He chose a location to lay in wait,

but wasn't capable of adapting
to a target on the phone.

That could be arrogance
getting in the way

and making his organization
appear mixed.

To me, that screams false confidence.

Which means that desperation
is what's driving him.

It's not about the kills,
it's about what the murders represent.

He's mission oriented.

He doesn't want to kill them, he has to.

Which suggests the UnSub has
no personal connection to his victims.

Except choking as a kill method
is extremely personal.

He feels each victim
take their last breath.

What if the wallets are a form
of personalization?

He's stripping his victims
of their identities.

Which means he may feel
stripped of his own.

If the wallets are trophies,

he could be seeking
recognition for his work.

And he may not stop killing
until he gets that recognition.

Let's go.

"If passion drives you,

"let reason hold the reins."

Benjamin Franklin.

Ryan Maxford worked as a counselor
at a local boys home,

and Scott Delfino
worked for Dynamo Industries,

which is an international
pharmaceutical firm.

Besides gender, the victimology varies.

He doesn't care about age or race.

He blends in and is
most likely unassuming.

Yet has no problem
taking down

a 6'5", 260-pound man.

Maxford was a former
football All-American.

Which probably rules out my UnSub
as a woman who hates men theory.

It'd be hard to gain
leverage on these guys.

True, but hatred of men
might not be far off.

The victims could be surrogates.

For someone else
or the UnSub himself?

No, it's too early to tell.

If the UnSub does feel
stripped of his own identity,

he could be trying to make
these men appear the same way.

He could be recognizing
in his victims a behavioral trait

consistent with the object of his rage
that triggers him to kill.

We need to determine where
he's finding his victims.

Geographically speaking,

none of the victims
lived near one another

but they were all killed downtown,

which is where the UnSub
likes to operate.

That fits with where Maxford works,

but not with the other two victims.

His area of control,
while relatively small,

includes a number of residential
and commercial buildings.

Factoring in a three-mile radius
in a city with a population

of 636,479 over 48.28 miles,
we're looking at approximately

39,549.23 people living
in his comfort zone.

How many of them male?

18,944.08.

Garcia, start with the victim's
known associates.

We need a list of everyone
who lives and works downtown.

On it. I'm a genius, too.

Morgan, Blake, and I
will go to the field office

and start with Garcia's list.

Dave, go to the ME
and see what they can offer us.

JJ, you and Reid go to the scene
where Scott Delfino's body was found.

His roommate's waiting
to talk to you there.

Is that a good idea, talking to him
where his friend was murdered?

Well, apparently he's insisting on it.

Boston PD says he won't
leave the scene until you do.

Ben Harrison?

You the FBI?

I'm agent Jennifer Jareau.
This is Dr. Spencer Reid.

You know,
we didn't have to do this here.

We could have talked
back at our field office.

I wanted to see where it happened.

I was talking to him
one second and then...

That's it.

Gone.

Right here Scotty's story ends.

Scotty must have been
coming from the East,

otherwise the UnSub's position
would have left him exposed.

But?

That avenue offers three
different directions

to head in lieu of this alleyway,

so how did the UnSub know Scotty
was gonna choose this particular one?

You told the police
he met a girl last night.

So walking home this way
wouldn't be part

-of his regular routine, right?
-No.

When planning a blitz attack

with varying avenues of approach,
what do you do?

Eliminate the variable.

Strike as close as you can
to the point of origin or destination.

But Scotty was still
miles away from home.

The woman he met lives nearby.
Do you have any idea who she was?

Only that her name is Ashley
and she likes bunnies.

Don't ask.

It's the last thing he said to me.

Do you know where they met?

I'm not sure.
We were watching the Pats game

at the Purple Shamrock,
and then I had to bail.

I have to pick up my girlfriend
from Logan, so...

Do you think Scotty stayed there

or would he have ventured elsewhere
after you left?

I don't know.

There's so many bars in the area

and Scotty had a tendency to...

Wander.

With women, you mean?

Let's just say it wasn't often
that he slept alone.

Did that rub anyone the wrong way?

Not anyone that knew him.

He was too good a guy not to like.

BOSTON FBI FIELD OFFICE

What'd you find out?

We just talked to JJ.

Scott Delfino's roommate

said something interesting.

Apparently, Delfino was a womanizer,

but was too good of a guy not to like.

We heard something similar
from Ryan Maxford's family.

Stand-up guy,

but he was always broke
and asking for money.

They would give it to him because
despite his flaws, everybody loved him.

Well, that fits Mike Dunsmore, too.

He spent a quarter
of his income on marijuana,

but he volunteered five mornings
a week at a soup kitchen.

It's a stretch,

but could this be our link?

Is the UnSub targeting men

based on their supposed
character flaws?

He'd have to have stalked them
well in advance.

Why stalk someone you don't have
a personal connection to?

Because he's not targeting
a specific person.

He's targeting a specific type.

Men he thinks are too good to be true.

All right, check this out.

What?
BOY 2: That was lame.

Now, listen.

I landed the trick.

I've seen you...

It was sloppy, though.

Oh, well,
it's better than your tricks.

Wait up. Hey, stop.

Yeah, here, you pick up your board.

-Dude, put the cigarettes away.
-Why?

My mom talked
to Mrs. Herron yesterday.

-She found out about the test?
-Yeah, and the three before that.

So now I'm grounded
until the end of the semester.

That's like six weeks.

You don't think I know that?

She even took my PSP.

No games for a month and a half.

So unless you want your mom
to do the same exact thing,

I'd pocket those cigarettes.

You know what the problem is?

Danny Terrido.

You can't miss the fight tonight.

Without you, he'll kick all of our asses.

There's nothing I can do about it.

-My PSP is locked up.
-Take mine.

Don't let your mom see it.

-We got to play.
-What about you?

Parents at my brother's game tonight.
I'll steal his.

That lady is so hot.

Right.

One of these days, I'm gonna
have the nerve to talk to her.

All right, sweet.

Yeah.

See you.

You know how many Ashleys
there are in downtown Boston?

Too many Ashleys,
that's how many Ashleys.

And the only thing I have
to track her down

is she has a penchant for bunnies?

So, I'm pulling receipts
from local pet shops.

Nothing crosses. And anyway,

even if she likes bunnies,
it doesn't mean she owns bunnies.

I like unicorns.
I don't have any unicorns.

I feel like I'm on a trail
led by wild geese and bunnies.

What about Scott's cell phone?

He probably put Ashley's number
in it before he died.

Yeah, that phone

broke during the struggle.

I searched his cloud server,
but his contacts hadn't updated yet.

We need to find her, Penelope.

Ashley might be able
to identify the UnSub,

which means she could be at risk, too.

I know.

You know what?

Send me that broken cell phone.

I may be able to pull data
from the device itself.

And in the meantime,
forward Delfino's calls to us.

If she tries him,
we'll be able to talk to her.

Smart thinking, sensei. Routing it now.

Delfino put up a struggle,
but there was nothing he could do.

Killer had all the leverage.

Can you tell what kind
of garrotte was used?

It varies.

First was fishing line, then picture wire.

Now some kind of cable.

All common household items.

I'd say he's definitely
making the weapons himself.

From the looks of it,
learning quickly.

Each wire was stronger than the last.

There's something else.
He's cut a lock of hair off every victim.

Something tells me that's more
than an act of personalization.

He wants to remember these men

and what he did to them.

Anything yet?

Nothing.

Typical asshat.

He's not, though.

How many times has a guy
said he'd call and didn't?

Too many.

He wasn't like that.

-You weren't there.
-Call him.

I can't.

You don't have his number.

-That's how sure I was he would call.
-

Rookie mistake.

We're out of wine.

Told you we should've got
another bottle.

We can always get more.

Not this late.
There's a killer on the streets.

Oh, yeah, I saw something
about that posted on campus.

Just keep your focus.

Look out, one's coming.

All right. There's one in the rafters.

Oh, crap, I missed.

Flank left. Flank left!

I'm trying, but Terrido's on my ass.

I got him in my sights.

So shoot him already or I'm toast.

Hold on one sec.

And now I'm dead.

But so is Terrido.

-And we win.-Good for us. I'm still dead.

The needs of many, my friend.

So I'm collateral damage.

No, you can't think of it that way, Jake.

You're on the Sox
and you just hit a sacrifice fly.

Yeah, I'll show you
who the sacrifice is gonna be.

Uh-oh. Looks like your brother
is about to bust you on his PSP.

Nah, he won't be back for another
hour. We can play one more round.

-Then who's there with you

Can you sneak out?

Jake, there's someone behind you.

-What are you...-

-Colin!-Jake?

Mom! Help!

Help! Mom! Jake's in trouble! Hurry!

A friend called it in.

He lives down the street.

What kind of mission involves
killing a teenage boy?

Normally, I would say this points
to a devolution in the UnSub's psyche.

He killed Jake in his own home.

It's the first time he's been inside. Why?

We've been canvassing
the area pretty heavily.

Maybe he's adapting
to increased police activity.

He's a low-risk victim killed in his home.

It feels like the UnSub
knew he would be alone.

So he's not just stalking Jake,
but his family, too.

As well as all his other victims.

He can't be everywhere at once.

Maybe he's been planning
this longer than we thought.

The time between kills
is getting shorter.

But there's no indication that

he's deriving increased pleasure
from them.

Well, it would make sense
if he's feeling pressure

from an outside agency.

Maybe he's got a deadline.

You're sure you didn't catch

a glimpse of him?

Just movement in the background.

I tried to warn Jake, but...

Did Jake see who was there?

Did he say anything to you?

He saw him.

I mean, the guy was right there.

And Jake was so scared.

I can't get his face out of my head.

It's okay.

I just have one more question.

Do you think you can handle that?

Yeah.

Okay.

Did Jake seem like he recognized
the man in his house?

What are you...

Colin!

Yeah.

Yeah, he knew him.

And I could see it on his face.

But he didn't say who it was.

Just because you recognize someone

doesn't necessarily mean
you know them.

The man could simply be someone

that Jake routinely passes on the street.

Whoever he is,

we're gonna get him.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Agent Jareau?

Have you ever been shot?

Why do you ask?

I just can't stop thinking
about how it felt.

Did it hurt a lot when Jake died?

You don't need to worry about that.

Jake wasn't shot.

Then what was the flash?

What are you...

The UnSub we're looking for
is a dangerous voyeur

who feeds off the thrill of knowing
his victims can't see him.

Typically voyeurs are non-violent
and content to remain bystanders.

This one is different.

He's on a mission
that includes taking action.

And in that mission,
he didn't hesitate to kill a teenage boy.

Anyone who stands between
him and his goal is at risk.

We believe
he's documenting his work.

He's taking pictures and collects
personal connections to his victims,

their wallets and their hair.

It's important to him to have
proof of what he's doing.

Voyeurs like to create
fantasies in their heads

of what the objects of their obsession

should be like.

He creates a character
identity instead of a reality.

And when a person
steps outside of the parameters

that the UnSub has set
for them, he strikes.

This UnSub appears
to be triggered by males

acting on what he perceives
to be character flaws.

Seemingly innocuous infractions to us

are magnified
in the UnSub's psychosis.

Based on the planning
and sophistication of the kills,

we believe that he's in
his late 30s or 40s.

The geographic profile tells us

this UnSub is not only dumping
his victims downtown,

he's hunting there, too.

So this is where
we need to redouble our efforts.

Go building to building, door to door.

This guy's a fly on the wall.

He's able to learn secrets
without anyone realizing he's there.

He'll have a job that involves
very little social interaction,

but that puts him in a position where
he can observe others unnoticed.

So we should look at
service workers, groundskeepers,

anyone paid to be invisible.

And we need to move quickly.

This UnSub is approaching
some sort of perceived deadline.

The closer it gets, the more erratic
and dangerous he'll become.

Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, can I help you, Ms. Fouladi?

Hey, Nick. I was wondering
if I could take a look at your guest log.

A friend of mine came over
the other night

and I lost his contact information.

-I was hoping you might have it.
-Oh, well, let's take a look.

What was his name?

Scott. Scott Delfino.

Scott Delfino.

Hmm, I'm not seeing it.

You sure that's his name?

-Yes.
-

Oh, you know what?
This is only going back to yesterday.

Looks like the old sheets
have been filed.

-And where would those be?
-In a box

up in our storage attic.

Tanner, our night guy,
usually handles all of our paperwork.

I'm pretty sure he can grab those
for you once he finishes his rounds.

Is there any chance
I could take a look right now?

Please? It's important.

I'm running kind of late, but, um...

Tell you what.

Ah. Give this to Tanner
when you're done.

Deal. Thanks.

-Have a good night.
-You, too.

Talk to me, baby girl.

You better get ready
to get down on one knee,

'cause this BG Boo just earned herself
one hell of a diamond.

-What'd you find?-Scott Delfino's

phone is a Hotch mess,
hot mess, you know what I mean.

Data scrambled like a Denver omelet
on a Sunday morning.

I can feel those smoldering
get-to-the-point stares from here.

So I will.

If the name Ashley is on Scott's phone,
I can't find it.

Penelope, this is sounding
more like cubic zirconia.

Bite your pretty tongue.
I didn't stop at the first rejection.

I did what you guys did.
I profiled the guy.

Scotty is a ladies' man.
Gets a lot of names and numbers,

got to keep track of them all.

What's a player to do, playa?

He gave her a nickname.

Baby girl's already taken.

But "Bunny" wasn't.

-Tell me you got a number.
-Of course I did.

Now so do you. Sending it now.

Box.

Which box?

Hello?

I really wish you hadn't seen that.

No.

No.

Help!

Someone!

Wait! Shh!

Please! Please, no!

Let me go! Please!

He killed a woman this time.

And she's also
the first one he covered up.

This is remorse.

She wasn't part of the plan.

Which explains why
he moved the body.

She wasn't killed here.

And the garrotte was used post-mortem.

COD appears to be blunt force trauma
to the back of the head.

He didn't do a good job
of covering this up.

He's panicking.

We find where she was killed,
we find him.

Except no one even knows
what her name is.

No ID. Just a phone.

One unheard message.

Hi, my name is Derek Morgan
with the FBI.

I'm trying to locate a woman,
first name Ashley.

It's extremely important.

This is Ashley.

Her name is Ashley Fouladi.

She's a grad student at BC.

Bills, including rent and phone
are in her father's name.

That's why we couldn't find her.

You got an address, Garcia?

Yeah. 2410 Boylston Street.

Boylston Street.
That's where Colin Kirkland lives,

the boy who witnessed
the attack on Jake Preston.

Right, they're neighbors.
Same building, different floor.

Wait a second, Ashley wasn't planned,

but Scotty, the guy she was with, was.

Right. And it wasn't Ashley's
neighbor Colin who was targeted,

it was Jake, the boy he was with.

This UnSub isn't stalking
the people he kills,

he's stalking the people
that live in that building.

All of his victims must have interacted
with someone residing there.

So, how does he choose who he kills?

All right, well, let's look at it.
Ashley comes home with a womanizer

who the UnSub then killed.

Colin was playing with a video game
he wasn't supposed to have.

The UnSub killed the boy
who gave it to him.

He's targeting bad influences.

-He sees himself as a protector.
-Or as a parent.

He's keeping the people
under his own roof safe.

Which means he most likely
suffered a past loss.

One he blames himself for.

Agents.

What can I do for you?

One of your residents, Ashley Fouladi,
was killed tonight.

We just want to ask you
a few questions.

Oh, wow.

That's horrible.

Did you happen to notice
anything strange this evening?

No. But I just got here.

Our night guy had a family emergency,

so, I just got called back in.

Did you interact with her earlier today?

Was she with anyone?

No one was with her,
but she did ask me

about our visitor logs.

She was trying to find
some guy's number

and I just sent her
up to our storage room.

Can you show us?

Yeah, yeah, of course. Right this way.

It's clear.

Somebody's been living up here.

Looks like he's making
some sort of collage or scrap book

or something.

This guy's got a view
of the entire courtyard

and a half a dozen apartments.

He can see who's coming
and going all day long.

Look at this. It's a live feed.

So who else is he watching?

That's Tanner.

The guy I'm covering for.

His name is Tanner Johnson

and life has not been kind.

He lost a child, didn't he?

Yeah. Last year.

A 10-year-old son, Jeremy.

According to reports,
Jeremy was playing with a friend,

they were like fake wrestling,

when Tanner, a free-lance
photographer/night-time doorman,

got a call, left the room to take it.

When he returned,
his son was unconscious.

The friend was trying to revive him

from a chokehold gone horribly wrong.

His son was strangled.
That's why he uses a garrotte.

Jeremy was on life support
for a few days, but he died.

Tanner blames himself.

He stopped watching for a minute
and he lost his son.

He hasn't stopped watching since.

The grief must have consumed him.

That's a hell of a stressor,
but what triggered the murders?

Garcia, what happened
to Tanner's wife?

Did the marriage survive?

Uh...

No.
She kicked him out two months ago,

right before the killing started.

So, he loses his child
and then his wife and home.

It's enough to make anyone unstable.

Add guilt to that and it's all too much.
He dissociated.

Paternal transference.

He claimed the residents
of the apartment building as his family.

But we're missing something.
Why is he documenting all of this?

We profiled he's running out of time.

The book must have
something to do with that.

Oh, snap.-What is it, Garcia?

Hannah, Tanner's wife, she's pregnant.

That's who he's watching online.

Garcia, when is the baby due?

The baby's due...

Yesterday.

Matt? I think it's time.

Your nephew's getting antsy.

- -Don't worry. I'm home.

And when the baby comes,

we're gonna be a family again.

He's not picking up.

He's not going to.
He's got what he wants.

I am tracking Hannah's
social media footprint now.

It looks like her brother Matt
is staying with her

until the baby is born.
I'm sending you his number.

Don't bother, Garcia. I see him.

Where?

Oh.

Oh, God. God.

You killed him

Don't worry about him.

-Oh!
-Sit down!

He's not gonna hurt
Hannah or the baby, will he?

Not while she's pregnant.

He has to keep the child safe.

And after?

Look at me. Look at me.

We're gonna be a family again.

No, we can't be a family.

It didn't work.

But it will this time.
It will 'cause I've changed!

I've noticed.

I did everything you said.

And I'm stronger now.

I can keep our family safe.

If you want to protect us,

I need you to get me to a hospital.

Please.

Please.

No, no. I can't take you to the hospital.
Something could happen to the baby.

Oh, God! That's exactly
why you have to get me to a hospital.

No. No. Something could go wrong.

Oh, God. And it won't here?

Here...

Here... I can help you.

You can't help me!

You're too weak!

You've always been weak.

- -Weak.

You won't say that
after you've seen this.

Look.

See? Look.

Tanner thinks his book proves
he can take care of the baby.

And if she rejects that,
he could unravel even more.

Uh-huh, and what happens then?

No one will be safe, not even the child.

Look, look.

This is Colin. Colin, see,

he's a good boy, really.

Till he met this kid, Jake.

But I took care of him.

Yeah.

And this man, Scott. Okay?

I'd seen him at the building before.

You see, Ashley...

Ashley thought she was
the first girl he seduced there,

but she wasn't.
I made sure she was the last.

What is this?

This is proof.

This is proof that I can protect
our new baby.

This is proof.

Proof that I'm never,

never gonna let anything
or anyone ever hurt him.

You're...

Insane.

No.

Put it down.

You can't be in here.

Tanner, think about what you're doing.

You don't want to hurt your baby,
do you?

Not after what happened to Jeremy.

-Go away! Just get out of here!
-

Hannah, how far apart
are your contractions?

They're constant!

Look, man,

your baby is about to be born.

Now, we want to help you,
but you need to put that weapon down.

No! This is my child. I'm not leaving it.

Hannah, I need you to breathe deeply.
Okay, breathe deeply.

Oh, my God.

Hannah, I need you
to start pushing.

We need medics to Hannah
Johnson's residence right away.

They're already on the way.

I can't.

Yes, you can, baby,
just like with Jeremy.

One, two, three...

That is not helping.

Tanner, you need to let her go.
The stress isn't good for the baby.

If Hannah doesn't start pushing now,
we could lose the child.

I have to watch him.
I have to keep him safe.

Like you did with Ashley?

That was an accident. I didn't mean to.

I know you didn't.
Accidents happen.

What happened with Jeremy
was an accident, right?

If I'd have been there,
I could have helped him.

Guys, something's wrong.

The umbilical cord's wrapped
around the baby's throat.

-No.
-What?

Well, Reid, do something.

I need something
to cut the cord with, quickly.

Use these.

No! No!

Don't worry, Hannah,
your baby's doing fine,

but you need to keep pushing. Okay?

Medics on the way.

We can't risk moving her now.
We'll have to deliver the baby here.

Oh, God!

Squeeze my hand
as hard as you can and push.

Oh, I can't. I can't.
REID: Yes, you can. You're doing great.

I need to see this.

You're doing great.

I can see the head.
Keep pushing. Keep pushing.

-You've seen enough.
-No!

Keep pushing, all right?
Keep pushing.

Oh, God!

"The most important thing
that parents can teach their children

"is how to get along without them."

Frank Clark.

And to Dr. Spencer Reid,

who may be adding MD to an
already impressive list of credentials.

And to Spencer Johnson,

may he prove to be the child prodigy
like his namesake.

How on earth did you know what to do?

When JJ was pregnant with Henry,
I memorized the delivery manuals

just in case she went
into labor in the field.

I have to admit the practical application

did not quite live up to the theory.

No, you were great, Spence.

Thanks.
This night is not about me, though.

To Dave Rossi.

Oh, I still can't believe
you guys did this.

We wanted to make sure
you had one last

-proper goodbye.
-Mmm-hmm.

And I may or may not have posted
on the Quantico message boards

that all the drinks are on you tonight.

And they are indeed,
thank you very much.

Um, but that's not all.

I don't believe that any of the members
of this team have heard you sing.

- -Next up is David Rossi.

That was intentional.

Next up is David Rossi.

Dave, get your ass up here
and sing us out already.

And, look, it's in your key.

Yeah, Q squared.

- -Whoo!

-Ow!
-All righty.

To all the great memories
that have happened within these walls,

if you think I'm doing this
without backup,

you're nuts.

Come on, JJ, Reid, let's go.

Derek!

Come on.

What time is it?

Blake!
-

Everybody sing!

He's gonna make it.
He's gonna make it.

How does it go?

How does it make you feel?