All language subtitles for Criminal.Minds.S10E20.2014.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.DDP-HDCTV-NHI

Jess, I really appreciate
you doing this last-minute.

I thought when I committed
to chaperoning the field trip

I would be able to take the day off.

No worries.
I'm looking forward to it, actually.

The Air and Space Museum is always fun.

With 24 fifth-graders?

You okay?

Yeah. I'm good.

A little tired, maybe.

Okay. I left you some cash in the kitchen,

in case you guys want
to get some pizza tonight.

-Okay.
-Just call me if anything comes up.

Okay? Thanks again.

Where are we on the multiple homicides?

It's in Bethesda at the home
of Frank and Donna Kingman.

She's the former Donna Stancroft,

heiress
to the Stancroft Electronics money.

We're setting up a live
feed transmission from the crime scene.

Sergeant Carlson, can you hear me?

Sure can. How about on your end?

Loud and clear.

Why don't you walk us through it,
Sergeant.

Okay, here we go.

When were the victims found?

About an hour ago.

Neighbor noticed
the front door was left open,

called the police.

- Nothing's been disturbed?
- No, ma'am.

You're seeing what
the responding officers saw.

Is that music I hear in the background?

Yeah. A phonograph in
the study playing Jingle Bells.

Over and over.

Sleigh bells in April?

The UnSub may have been trying to recreate

the atmosphere of a holiday meal.

It looks like their hands were bound.

They're bound,
shot in the head execution style.

Four victims but six place settings.

Maybe two of the intended victims
were no-shows.

Or managed to escape?

Well, escape seems unlikely

given the highly organized nature of...

Over there! Get him!

- Police!
- Get the hell away from me!

Get off me!

"When one has not had
a good father,

"one must create one."

Friedrich Nietzsche.

His name's Ezra Warren.

He's 23 years old,
works as a waiter in D.C.

He's got a clean record.

So except for being covered in blood

at the scene of a mass murder,

just your average Joe.

The victims are Donna Kingman

and her two children Jenna and Lance

and Donna's mother Clara.

And what about the husband?

Frank Kingman.
Police are searching for him now,

and the oldest son Dillon.

Then, the other place settings
were probably for them.

Jenna, Lance, and Clara
were all shot in the head,

but Donna was strangled.

Yeah, her kill was personal.

She was likely the primary target.

I didn't do it. You have to believe me.

Why were you in the house, Ezra?

It was supposed to be
a birthday celebration.

Whose birthday?

Lance's mom.

Lance Kingman, one of the victims?

Were you and Lance friends?

We were in love.

Why didn't we just stay away
like everyone wanted?

Who wanted you to stay away?

Lance's dad. He hated me.

Because you're gay?

Yeah.

But, you know,
last night Lance said screw it.

It was his mom's birthday
and we were gonna go,

whether he liked it or not.

Tell me what happened.

The four of them had just finished dinner.

Lance and I show up, and immediately

Lance and Frank
got into this massive fight.

You're not the one
who decides who comes...

As long as I'm the man
in this house, I will decide.

You're not my boss.
I'm not one of your stupid workers!

Please stop...

I went upstairs to Lance's room
to get away from them.

I was already pretty drunk,
so I vaped some hash

and passed out.

Please stop shouting.

Please stop!

When did you wake up?

I don't know.

It felt like the middle of the night.

So I go down the stairs

and I hear this creepy
Christmas music playing.

So I go into the dining room and

Lance was dead.

They all were.

So your response was to run back
upstairs and hide in the bedroom.

I panicked. I thought I saw police car
lights outside and I panicked.

Why did we have to go?

Why didn't we just stay away?

Why?

There's no sign of robbery
or forced entry.

Dirty dishes in the sink.
They already had their birthday dinner.

Four dishes, four sets of silverware.

Frank, Donna, Clara, and Jenna.

But five wine glasses.

You're right.

So who joined them for a drink?

I guess the killer wanted the victim
to go through

a make-believe dinner again
before he shot them.

I don't think so.

Look.

The splatter, it's on the tablecloth

but not the plates.

He shot them first and then set the table.

The ritual wasn't for the victims,

it was for the UnSub's own gratification.

Obviously there was some sort of fight
in here.

Or someone wanting
to make it look that way.

What do you mean?

There's precision to the disarray.

In an actual fight, damage tends to follow

the path of the struggle,
much like debris in a storm.

This feels more like a calm, methodical

breaking of specific items.

And coupled with the dining table,

that's very elaborate staging.

It's more like pathology
than a diversionary tactic.

Look, the music's arranged by genre.

Got Big Band, Classical, Jazz,
and Christmas music.

Hey, Spence.

Dillon Kingman's not
at his apartment.

Nothing on Frank Kingman, either.

No activity on his cell phone
or credit cards.

And Jenna's last social media post
said that her boyfriend

was at the house the day of the murders.

I'm having him brought in.

How'd it go?

I'll be the first
to admit my gut's not infallible.

Three marriages and three divorces
can attest to that.

But right now
it's telling me Ezra didn't do it.

And for what it's worth,
my gut is with Rossi on this one.

Did both of your guts forget
that he tried to flee

the crime scene covered in blood?

Lance and Ezra were a couple.

His grief seems genuine,

and there was no gunshot residue
on his hands.

And all the victims were corralled
one by one,

tied up, positioned at a table,
and then executed.

After which,
the killer laid out a table setting

that would make Martha Stewart proud.

Ezra was too wasted
to manage all of that.

JJ and Reid are on their way back.

Blood was also found
in Frank Kingman's study.

It's at the lab.

Well, if that turns out to be Frank's,
maybe this is a kidnapping.

There is a lot of money in the family.
Donna's an heiress.

Frank works in commercial real estate.

It doesn't make any sense
as a kidnapping strategy.

Murder four people
and then expect a ransom to be paid?

Sir, I found something.

So, eldest son Dillon Kingman
has a fancy car

and a fancy apartment,
but no visible means of support.

So I did some digging, and presto!

Money transfers from his father.

Mmm-hmm. From one secret account
to another. Five grand a month.

-How long has that been going on?
-Seven years.

And then 10 months ago, it stopped.

Dillon's debts
have been piling up big time.

That flashy sports car's
about to be repossessed.

Excuse me.

Hi, Jessica, what's up?

When did this happen?

No, no, you stay at the museum
with Jack. I'll handle it.

Is everything all right, sir?

I have to go.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

How long had you and Jenna been dating?

A couple months.

I can't believe she's dead.

Just yesterday we went to the mall
to get her mom a birthday gift.

Were you invited to dinner last night?

No. I was working.

Um, I deliver packages for
a courier service.

Someone can confirm this?

Wait.

You think that I did it?

We just need to establish an alibi.

My boss saw me. I put in my notice

and then finished out my shift.

Why did you quit?

I've been meaning to for a while.

They make us use our own cars
for deliveries

and don't reimburse us enough for gas.

Tell us about Jenna's family.

Enemies? Problems?

Not really.

Jenna's dad was kind of weird.

Paranoid.
Always accusing people of things.

For instance?

He kept telling me that
I'd better not get his daughter pregnant,

which is crazy, because me and Jenna
weren't even having sex.

She was waiting till she got married.

What about Lance and Ezra?

Mr. Kingman was a jerk about them, too.

Jenna told me that nobody in the house

was even allowed to talk
about how Lance was gay.

And Jenna's older brother Dillon?

I barely met him.

He and his dad hated each other, though.

It sounds like Frank Kingman
didn't play well with others.

He didn't.

Which is weird,

because Jenna's mom was really nice.

Do you know what the issues
were between Dillon and his father?

No.

I asked Jenna about it once
and she changed the subject.

She knew, she just didn't want to tell me.

Just sign and initial right there,
and we'll be ready to go.

Thank you very much, Officer.

No problem, Mr. Hotchner.

It's tough, I know.

Was there any damage?

A broken window is all.

The store owner knows the situation.

He's sympathetic.
He isn't going to press any charges.

All he wants is his window replaced.

Of course.

When did your father-in-law
sell the store?

Uh, 2008.

I used to go there with my parents
when I was a kid.

Mr. Brooks was so nice.
He'd always show me a card trick.

That sounds like him.

Well, okay, I think he's ready.

Roy, I brought you a coat
in case you want...

Shut up.

Frank Kingman did a lot of business

in the Toronto area,
so we've got the border patrol on alert.

You know, this is beginning
to remind me of Clue.

Colonel Mustard's in the billiard room
with the candlestick.

Well, if it's clues you're looking for,
we might be able to help you.

Prints from an extra wine glass
in the kitchen sink

belong to Lance Kingman.

Lance and his dad were supposedly
in the middle of a blowout argument

not sipping merlot.

I guess they worked things out.

Or Ezra's lying.

What if Lance caved to his father's wishes

and ended things with Ezra?

That could have pushed Ezra over the edge.

My money's on Dillon.

Deep in debt, hated his father,
still AWOL.

And with everyone dead,
maybe a lot of that

Stancroft Electronics money
funnels his way.

Frank Kingman isn't necessarily dead.
What if he's the killer?

I'm not seeing the why.

Same why that applies to Dillon.

Inheritance money.

We'd better find one or both of them soon.

Dillon already found us.

He just turned himself in
to Alexandria P.D.

They're bringing him here.

- I'm so sorry, Aaron. How is he?
- He's resting.

Jessica, when was the diagnosis?

Last week.

Why didn't you say anything?

He's my father. He's my responsibility,

not yours.

I was gonna talk to you about it tonight.

I even left an assisted living
brochure on your desk.

Okay.

Well, he's fine,
and we'll both see you guys

when you get back from the museum, okay?

Thanks, Aaron.

Bye.

This is ridiculous.

Coming all the way up here.

I'm not even dressed.

Jessica said she'll bring you some clothes

when she and Jack come home.

I got all kinds of clothes at my house.

What are you doing?

I've got an active case
that I need to stay on top of.

Thought you had an office for that.

I do, but, uh, I can stay in touch

with the phone and the computer.

I don't need no damn babysitter.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

No, I'm not.

The hell you aren't.

You're mad

because I've never
forgiven you for what happened.

And now this is payback.

Roy, this has nothing to do with the past.

The hell it doesn't.

It has everything to do with what we are.

It's all we got.

You. Me.

And the sweet past.

Damn.

So, Dillon told police
that he had been hiking

through the Great Smoky Mountains
for the past week.

Right. And Elvis is alive and well

and cutting a new album in my basement.

Well, shall we see what he has
to say for himself?

You've got to find my father.

He's the one who did this.

You sound awfully certain.

Everyone's dead, and he's gone.

Who else could it be?

Okay. Let's talk about who else,
starting with you.

- Me?
- Mmm-hmm.

If I did it, why the hell
would I turn myself in?

Mmm. Insider tip, Dillon.
We tend to look doubly hard

at the helpful suspects.

Now, I don't suppose there was anyone
on that trail in Tennessee

that can verify your alibi?

I did not kill my family.

We're wasting time right now. Move on.

Okay. Uh, what can you tell me
about Ezra Warren?

Lance's boyfriend?
Why do you want to know about him?

Assume I've got my reasons.

I don't know. Ezra's a weird guy.

Druggie. He's got a bad temper.

How do you know about his temper?

I saw him kick my dad's Jaguar once.

Hard. He put a dent in the side this big.

Okay, now, what about your sister Jenna?

Anything we should know about her?

Jen...

She was just a party girl.

She liked to have fun. Not really bright.

Her boyfriend Marc painted a much
more conservative picture.

Said she was saving herself
for sex until she was married.

Saving herself?

No, that ship sailed long before Marc.

Jenna told me the no sex part
was his idea.

She wanted to jump his bones.

But why would Marc lie
about something like that?

I've got a theory.

Now would be a great time
to share that theory.

Put it this way.

Marc was a lot more
into Lance than my sister.

You think Marc was gay.

That's how it looked to me.

So he was only dating your sister Jenna

to get close to your brother?

I'm telling you what I saw.

And trust me,

Ezra saw it, too.

What have you got, Garcia?

Sir, I'm sorry to bother you,
but you told me to call

if I found something,
and I found something.

Yeah, what is it?

Okay, going through
Frank Kingman's business financials.

He's been paying a consulting fee

of $20,000 twice a year
for the last 25 years

to a CL Gilliam and Associates.

Okay. Firstly, there isn't
nor has there ever been

a company in the United States
working under that name.

Secondly, the payments
abruptly stopped 10 months ago.

Right around the time Frank stopped
sending money to Dillon.

Exactamente. And thirdly,

the payments were made
at the same dates every year,

May 3 and, creepy drumroll, December 24.

Jingle the jingle bells, anyone? Hmm?

All right, expand your search for Gilliam

and see
if May 3 holds any special significance

- for the Kingman family.
- Right.

So why aren't you on speaking terms
with your father?

I hate the man.

I always have.

Really?

Why does that surprise you?

Personally,
I would find it hard to hate someone

that gave me $5,000 a month
for seven years, but...

No, that was just
an advance on my trust fund.

Hmm. Of course it was.

You have a lot of money issues now,
don't you, Dillon?

Debt. Behind on your rent.

My entire family just got murdered.

I could be next.

Please forgive me if I'm not worried
about unpaid rent right now.

Yeah. The thing is, Dillon, you weren't
worried two weeks ago, either.

What are you talking about?

You were pricing condos in Georgetown.

Expensive ones.

Almost like you were expecting
some sudden change of fortune.

It checks out. Frank brought his Jaguar

in February to the body shop to repair
a shoe-sized dent on the driver's door.

So Ezra does have a history
of violent behavior

towards Frank Kingman.

That along with being odd man out
on a love triangle.

My gut hasn't gotten any more reliable
since my third divorce.

-Thank you, Penelope.
-Mmm-hmm.

I heard you were hungry,

so I thought I might bring you
a little surprise.

What is in this?

It's a croissant and it's still warm!

Oh, you love me and I love you.

I know I flirt with Derek,

but that's like an animal,
blood-in-the-nostrils type of thing.

What we have is a pure,
transcendent, blueberry-filled...

Uh-oh.

What is it?

Uh, Dillon Kingman's Great Smoky alibi
just went up in smoke.

And according to his credit card,

he went to the same local gas station
twice yesterday.

2.2 gallons at 7:03 a.m.

And 15.4 gallons at 9:22 p.m.

What kind of car does he drive?

Mmm, Audi A6, 2012.

Let's see.
With a highway to city ratio of 4 to 1,

averaged to 29 miles per gallon,

which is standard for that make,
model, and year,

he traveled roughly 450 miles,
which assuming one way and back,

puts his destination at 225 miles away.

I want to believe you, Ezra. I really do.

But it's not getting any easier.

The car thing was a one-time deal.
I just lost my temper.

What about Marc Clifford?

Jenna's boyfriend?

Well, rumor has it that Marc and Lance

spent time together.

What are you getting at? Marc is straight.

Is he? Because Marc chose
not to have sex with Jenna

even though she was more than willing.

Yeah, probably because
he was too busy screwing around

with his other girlfriends.

That's right.
He had two or three around town.

Lance found out, got pissed,
told him to knock it off.

He didn't want his sister getting hurt
like that.

Lance took that much interest
in his sister's dating life?

With what was going on
with the parents, yeah.

What do you mean?

Nobody was supposed to know this, but...

They were planning on separating.

The marriage was finished.

I made you a sandwich, Roy,
if you're hungry.

This is what you and Jessica
have been doing behind my back.

You went through my desk?

I'm an old man with Alzheimer's.

I'm not responsible for my actions.

I didn't even know
about the situation until today.

Happy Hoofers Club.

That's when they take you to a mall

that you walk around. Big deal, huh?

You know, bingo tournaments.

Movie nights with popcorn.

What's wrong with movie nights?

It's a damn nursing home,
that's what's wrong with it!

I can go to the movies
and chew popcorn by myself.

I've been to these places before.

They take you there to shrivel up and die.

Roy, the doctors have said
you're gonna need more help.

Doctors. I could write a book
of what doctors don't know.

I'm fine.

You broke into your old store this morning

and you told the police
that you were opening up for business.

I got a little mixed up. Now you're
not allowed to get mixed up?

They could have taken you to jail.

This is jail!

I make a mistake,
a change of clothes fixes that.

You make a mistake,

I lose my daughter.

Yeah.

I'm getting double-teamed now?

Well, you're in twice as much trouble now.

Lincoln Tunnel toll booth,

time-stamped
at 9:05 a.m. yesterday morning.

Nowhere near the Great Smoky Mountains
last time I checked.

And don't bother lying
about who your friend is.

We already know. Vice ID'd her.

She's a call girl who operates
out of D.C.

Clients are lobbyists, politicos.

I can explain that.

I drive girls to the clients
and I bring them back.

That's all.

I need the job. I'm about to get evicted.

-It's still illegal.
-I'm broke.

I mean seriously broke.

Five grand a month from your father's
just hush money, huh?

He was having an affair.

I found out by accident.

I was home from school
my freshman year of college

and I saw him
outside a motel with some woman.

Freshman. So this affair
had been going on for seven years?

I think it went on a lot longer than that.

Why did he cut you off?

He said he ended the affair
and came clean with my mom.

Do you know who this other woman is?

No. I only saw her that one time.

She was maybe in her early 40s,

reddish hair, short.

Okay. We have a new frontrunner
in the suspect game.

Maybe when Frank ended things,

his mistress decided
to destroy his family.

Saving the most personal kill
for the wife,

the role she felt she deserved.

Hell hath no fury.

Except this scorned woman
would be closing in on 50 by now.

Now, Dillon said she was short.

Would she have the physicality
to pull off a mass killing like this?

What if Frank and his mistress
are in this together?

Ezra said Frank and Donna
were planning to separate.

And Donna had most of the money.

Could be.
Get rid of the family, take the cash,

disappear to the islands.

Um, I'm not positive,
but I'm pretty, pretty positive

that CL Gilliam is

Cora Gilliam. She's a bookkeeper

who lives and works
in Rockville, Maryland.

What makes you think she's the one?

She's the right age.
She fits the description.

She's never been married. And she
was living well above her means

until precisely 10 months ago
when she had to downsize.

She moved to an apartment.
She put up her house for sale. Huh?

Well, let's go have a chat.

Cora Gilliam, FBI! Open the door.

Stop!

Gun!

Get your hands away from the weapon!

The gun's registered to me.
I'm allowed to carry it.

Carrying it's not the problem.

Pointing it at FBI agents is the problem.

I was scared.

I saw the news reports
about Frank and his family.

I thought I could be next.

Do you know where Frank is?

No. We haven't seen each other
in nearly a year.

That's the truth.

How long were the two of you together?

26 years.

How did it start?

I was 19.

Single mom of a 2-year-old
and barely making it,

and then I met Frank.

Was he married then?

He and his wife had just come back
from their honeymoon.

And that didn't send up
a red flag about his character?

When you're as desperate as I was,

there's no such thing as a red flag.

And you yourself never got married
or had any other children?

Frank's a controlling person.

We had an agreement.

I would be there for him exclusively,

and in exchange
he'd take care of me financially.

It sounds colder than it was.
We loved each other.

And then he just suddenly
ended it 10 months ago?

It wasn't all that sudden.

Things had been winding down.

After my son graduated
high school six years ago,

we saw each other less and less.

Why?

I don't know why.

Maybe he finally just got tired of me.

Men are men.

Dad!

Hey, buddy. How was it?

I went inside a space capsule.

-That's awesome. Was it amazing?
-Uh-huh.

I thought I heard my favorite grandson.

Look what I got, Grandpa.

Look at that.

A Spitfire Mk-2?

That fighter plane is the greatest fighter
plane that was ever built.

Want to play my new video game?

You want to get beat?

You're going down.

You're dreaming, boy. You're dreaming.

How's he been?

Oh, about what you'd expect.

He went through my desk
and found the brochure.

What did he say?

What's this button for?

To turn left.

Whoa!

Not that far.

There's no way he can stay at home,
is there?

Not without around-the-clock help.

He's on a fixed income and there's
no way that I can afford that.

I'd offer to have him here, but...

He'd never do that.

I know.

I'm all out of options, Aaron.

My place is way too small.

His sister said
that she was gonna take him,

but three days ago she broke her hip.

And that place in West Virginia,

they need an answer by tomorrow,

or otherwise they're gonna give it
to someone else.

I'm an awful person.

No, you're not.

It's gonna kill him.

He's a proud man.

And nobody wants to give up
their independence.

My whole life, he was the rock.

I have to go back to work,

but stay for dinner and we'll both talk
to him tonight, okay?

Thank you.

I don't want to do this alone.

Yeah, but that's yours.

Yeah, I got the knack of it now.

Now I'm gonna whoop you. You're toast.

You're toast.

Yeah, well, we'll see.

I'm the whooping master.

You're about to be dethroned.

You let Cora go?

Apparently she's still got enough money
tucked away to dial up a good lawyer.

Hotch says he's on his way back.

All right, spill it, Spence.

You got that thing going on.

Cora said when she met Frank,
she had a child.

Yeah, that's right.

But then she said that same kid

graduated from high school six years ago.

If he was two when she met Frank,

he would have graduated 10 years ago.

The math doesn't line up.

It does if she didn't have the child

until after she met Frank Kingman.

What if her kid is actually his?

And there's no paper trail?

Sir, I really can't find anything.

Cora's child must have been
home-schooled, home-doctored,

home-everythinged.

Frank probably demanded complete secrecy.

An illegitimate child
would destroy the marriage.

I'll keep digging, but there's not...

You said the payments to Cora were
on May 3 and Christmas Eve, right?

Yeah.

Well, check to see
if May 3 could be the child's birthday.

His birthday... His birthday! Yes!

I'm gonna take that nugget of brilliance
and run with it!

All right, thanks.

Have the police been dispatched
to Cora's apartment?

They're on their way.

Well, the kid had motive.
Seeing his mother

unceremoniously dumped by an absentee dad.

Especially if he and his mom
were shut out of the family afterwards.

He came back for revenge.

Okay, but why now?
Did the UnSub finally just snap?

Everything fell apart 10 months ago.

The secret affair was out.
The blackmail and extortion stopped.

And something happened in the
Kingman family between then and now.

Jenna got a new boyfriend.

Now, why wouldn't Marc Clifford
have sex with her?

According to Ezra, he wasn't gay.

And he was sexually active
with other women around town,

so it wasn't a moral issue.

Well, what if he knew
something she didn't?

That she was his half-sister.

Sit down, Mom.

We have something to celebrate.

Thanks, baby girl. You're the best.

Garcia says that Marc Clifford grew up
by the name of Marc Powers.

That's why he was so hard to find.

Rockville P.D. says there's no sign
of Cora

or anybody else at her apartment.

Maybe she's on the run.

Or Marc's already gotten to her.

This house brings back memories.

It's too bad you have to sell it.

I never should have told you the truth.

I would have figured out
that you lied.

You had money, and then you didn't.

I only lied to protect you.

About who my father really was.

I can see why.

Instead you gave me Captain Frank Powers,

lost in action while
gallantly serving in Desert Storm.

You grieving at home,

pregnant with his unborn son.

You were a little boy with no father.

You deserved a hero.

Hero.

Every dinner you would
set out a plate for him.

Remember?

You, me, and that empty plate.

Night after night after night.

Keeping alive the hope
that one day he would return.

I want to show you something.

He's home at last, Mom,

in the spot we always saved for him.

There's still no sign of Marc or Cora.

We've put an APB out.

Garcia said Cora downsized recently.

That's right. She moved into the apartment

and put her house up for sale.

We should find out
if the house has sold yet.

Take a seat.

Sit down. Take a seat.

You know how I did it?

I got my gun and some rope,

and I went over to their house.

Lance and his dad had been arguing,

but they stopped when I came in.

Frank just gave me a disgusted look

and left the room.

I was a nuisance as usual.

I followed after Frank.

I hit him with the gun. He was out cold.

So I tied him up

and went back into the dining room.

I put the gun on Jenna and made
Lance tie everyone to their chairs.

Stop it!

Sit here right now. Just sit.

No. No, no.

Too tight, huh?

And then I tied Lance up.

I shot them all.

Afterwards I reset the table.

And put on appropriate music.

And finally

it was as it should have been.

With me in my rightful spot

at the head of the table.

I brought Frank back here and killed him.

But at least before he went, he knew.

You've done a terrible thing, Marc.

Yeah.

I have a confession to make.

I called you a liar.

But I told you a lie, too.

What do you mean?

I told you I shot them all.

But when I tried to pull the trigger
on Donna, I couldn't.

I strangled her. And as my hands

squeezed tighter around her throat,

I pretended that she was you, Mom.

What are you gonna do to me?

I'm gonna reunite the two of you.

Together at last,

forever.

Marc Clifford, FBI. Show me your hands.

Do it now. Nobody else needs to get hurt.

Don't worry, Mom.

I killed you already, anyway.

You're as dead as he is.

Oh, God.

Let's go.

Dad, can we build my plane tonight?

Of course. The adults need
a little time first though, okay?

Okay.

Here we go.

The talk.

Dad...

It's a good facility, Roy.

It's only three hours away...

Actually, Aaron, I've been thinking.

Dad, do you remember when I told you
I got a promotion at my job last month?

Mmm-hmm.

That I'd be supervising
a new software unit.

Well, yes.

Well, I was going
to use the extra money

to move into an apartment closer to town,

but if I stay in the same complex,

we can get a two-bedroom place.

I want you to live with me.

Oh...

Jess.

That is very sweet of you.

But no.

Why not?

Because I don't want to be a burden.

You wouldn't be.

You're really handy around the house

-and I could use the help.
-Mmm.

You're awfully quiet.

Well, it's up to you.

I will say that Jack
would like having you close.

No Happy Hoofers.

No bingo tournaments.

And we can still have popcorn and movies.

Okay.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Okay. I am going to go get our things.

When we get home, we can start planning

what your room's gonna look like.

Great.

I think it's a good solution.

Oh, I'm sure you think
it's a great solution. Sure.

Given the fact
that you conceived the idea.

My brain may be checking out,

but I'm not an idiot.

Jessica told me a while ago

that her promotion was in title only.

And this song and dance
that you two have been doing

for my benefit...

You're giving her
the extra money, aren't you?

Good night, Grandpa.

Hey, big guy.

Listen, you owe me
a rematch on that car race thing.

-You hear me?
-Okay.

Go get everything set up.
I'll be there in a minute. Okay?

He's all I got left of Haley.

I see her in his eyes.

Small things he does.

I see it, too.

You and me, we're not good, you know.

I'll never forgive you for what happened.

I wish you didn't feel that way.

Oh, don't be so understanding.

For once, take the low road

and tell me to take a hike.

I think about what Haley would want
for this family.

Well, I do, too.

She'd want to be alive still,

and she'd want to be Jack's mom again.

She wouldn't want us holding on to anger

or pointing fingers at each other.

I'm pointing anyway.

You'll be rid of me soon enough.

The doctors told me that

there will come a day when

I won't know who she is.

Just a stranger.

No anger.

No pain.

No regret.

You know, this disease
may not be a curse after all.

Come on, Dad, let's go.

Dad?

Coming.

All right, you lead the way.

Okay.

"We are made wise
not by the recollection of our past,

"but by the responsibility
for our future."

George Bernard Shaw.