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Is somebody there?

It's me.

Are you okay?

Is your mom here?

Mom?

Yeah, baby.

Oh, my God.

Danny, what happened?

JJ!

Hey, hold on for a second.

Garcia's calling.

Hey, baby girl, what's good?

Hooray! Heavy breathing.
I wasn't invited. What's the occasion?

I was just having a run with JJ.

Oh, that's boring. See, couldn't you
just make something up,

satiate my fabulous, filthy imagination?

Cut it out. What's going on?
You got something for us?

Uh, yes. Hate to ruin
your Saturday afternoon,

but pack your champagne
wishes and caviar dreams.

We have a case out in Tinseltown.

Oh, come on, Garcia,

we're at least four miles
from the car right now.

Well, the flight is super long
and Hotch wants everyone

to meet on the plane,
so get your hustle on.

All right. Give us the highlights.

Yes, I can do that happily.

Although it is not a happy thing,

since there are three murder
victims in the last three days.

Okay, so, Nate Cochran, 46,
was found this morning.

He was an accountant,
resident of Van Nuys,

married, two children.

With him was Tasha Brooks,

22 years old, prostitute, crack addict.

No known address or family.

They were found in Nate's BMW.

They were shot multiple times

about the chest, head, and neck,

but mostly in the face.

What about the third victim?

Oh, he was actually the very first victim.

His name is Gary Fisher.

He was shot in his Jaguar 13 times,
also in the face.

He was 42. He was a banker.

Uh, he lived in Studio City. Divorced.

Ballistics are an exact match
to the victims found this morning.

Beemer and a Jag. They left the cars.

Hey, Garcia, did they take
any money or valuables?

Negative. Nothing.

And this Fisher guy was found alone?

Yes, but he was found in an area

known for blow pops
and backdoor quickies.

All right, we're on our way.

Happy trails, my heroes.

Race you.

Ow.

Danny? You in there?

I could hear you crying.

I could hear you all
the way from my room.

You got another headache?

You, uh, want me to do the thing again?

How bad is it?

It's bad.

Worse than last time?

Thank you.

Patricia's mad at me.

We're not just your tenants,
you know.

She's your friend
and she doesn't want you to get hurt.

Neither do I.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why this is so hard.

The right thing to do
is always the hardest thing to do,

and you're doing the right thing.

I just miss my mom so much.

That's why you have to keep going

and find that son of a bitch
who took her away from you.

The whole world needs help, Danny.

Somebody has to be there,

just like you're here for us.

It's okay.

-It's okay. It's okay.
-It hurts so bad.

"It is a man's own mind,
not his enemy or foe,

"that lures him to evil ways."

Buddha.

So two johns and a hooker,

and no apparent connection
between any of them.

And he doesn't rob them
or care if the bodies are discovered.

No forensic countermeasures either.

He probably wants them found.

It might be a message.

I wonder what he's trying to say.

Maybe that he's angry.

He's using a .45-calibre weapon,

and with each victim he fired 13 shots.

It's most likely every round in the
magazine and the one in the chamber.

It's basically overkill with a handgun.

What's he angry about?

Tasha Brooks is African-American

and the two johns, Gary Fisher
and Nate Cochran,

they were both white.

Guys, what if she's the connection?

What if these victims
were both her clients?

Given the close proximity
of the murder sites,

that is a distinct possibility.

So the first victim,
Gary Fisher, was found alone

because maybe Tasha was there
and then got away?

Or it was some other girl
and she got away.

Presuming it is a woman.

Either way, that means
there's someone out there

that may have seen the UnSub.

Then our first priority
should be finding that person.

LOS ANGELES

I can't thank all of you
enough for coming.

Well, I hope we can help.

We put all our street patrols
on double shifts like you asked.

We rounded up every working
girl, pimp, crackhead in the area.

Hopefully somebody knows something.

We better get to it.
We're gonna need to talk to them all.

Well, it won't be easy. I saw this
all the time when I worked sex crimes.

Most of these women
have been victimized for years.

Why don't we start with him?

Eddie Parrish, Tasha Brooks's pimp.

Calls himself "Sweetness".

Aw, come on, now.
That was Walter Payton's nickname.

That's just wrong.

Like I told the cop
that dragged me up here,

I work in a car wash.

You've been picked up
for pandering before, Eddie.

Two years' probation and
100 hours of community service.

Car wash.

Those are bank statements

from one Mabel Parrish.

That ring a bell? Reno, Nevada.

Yo, what you all doing with
my mama's banks statements, man?

Looks like a few months ago,
right after you got off probation,

she starting making
some cash deposits.

And the weird thing is, it's way more
than she makes at that hair salon.

Now, I assume the IRS is aware of it,

but you never know
what they're gonna find

if they dig a little deeper.

You all better leave
my mama alone, all right?

Come on, now, Sweetness,

you know the deal.

Gotta play ball.

All right.

What y'all want to know about Tasha?

I ain't seen her since Tuesday.

And she hasn't been returning
your texts or your voicemails, has she?

Damn, is there anything
y'all don't know?

What y'all need me for?

We need you to tell us who killed her.

Who killed her?

She dead?

Ah, no, no, no, no.
Y'all don't think it was me, do you?

Should we?

I didn't kill nobody, man.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
I swear to God. I got alibis.

Come on, man, what
you showing me this for?

We found her with him.

I know that dude. He's a regular.

What about that guy?

Nah. I ain't never seen him.

Are you sure about that?

Yeah, I'm sure about that.
I ain't never seen him.

I don't forget no faces.

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait.

This is over there by the river.

Tasha never got down over there.

Too far. Bad cell signal.

Y'all need to talk to the girls
that work east of Alameda.

Now, can you get these
pictures out of my face, man?

You usually work east of
Alameda, over by the river?

You ever seen this man?

Mmm-mmm.

Are you sure? Do you
want to maybe take another look?

I'm sure, baby. I remember
all the cute ones. Like you.

I won't forget you or your friend either.

Lizette Castro?

I'm Agent Jareau,
this is Agent Callahan.

Am I under arrest?

Did you do something wrong?

No.

We just want to ask you
a few questions.

That your first one?

Oh, um, technically, yes.

I have a 13-year-old at home.
It's a long story.

Then you should try
those seasickness bracelets.

They got magnets in them.

Worked for me.

Thanks.

So, Lizette, um, do you ever
work east of Alameda,

over by the river?

It's okay.

Uh, yeah, sometimes.

Have you ever seen this man before?

No.

No.

Never.

You sure?

I'm positive.

Were you working last Saturday?

No, I was home.

Is that it? Are we done?

Are you in a hurry?

Yeah, I gotta go pick up
my son from my sister's house.

If you don't mind
taking one more look at the picture...

I already told you,
I've never seen him before.

Can I go now?
I'm not under arrest, right?

No.

Okay.

You should eat something.

I'm not hungry.

And maybe drink less.

It helps his headaches.

Is that true?

Yeah, sometimes.

Mom, you shouldn't
make him feel so bad.

Look at him. He's drunk.
He can't go out there.

He's fine.

I can hear you guys.

We're just worried about you.

I'm okay.

I'm not.
You really scared me last night.

All that blood.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

I'm sorry, but you know
I have to find that son of a bitch,

especially before he finds you.

And when I saw those
disgusting whores,

I couldn't just...

I had to do something.

This is our neighborhood.

We live here.

Just be careful, okay?

Promise me?

I promise.

Hey. Do you want a ride?

No. Thank you.

I can get you there
a lot faster than the bus.

Come on, it's late, all right?
I just want to help you.

Thanks.

Not a problem. Where to?

You can just take a left up here.

So, um, how old's your little boy?

Six.

Oh, mine, too.

What's his name?

Santiago.

We call him Santi.

Until I had a kid, I didn't know

I could miss someone so bad.

Gets hard when you
gotta work all the time.

You know what, Lizette?

Doing this job, sometimes
you get feelings about people,

and the one thing I've learned

is that when you get
that feeling, you better listen.

You know what I'm feeling about you?

You're stressed out.

You are caught in a bad situation

and you are scared.

Mostly for Santi.

So when I showed you
that picture, you lied,

because you thought that was
the best way to protect him,

but it's not.

Telling the truth

is the only way to keep him safe.

I can help you, okay? I can.

But you have to trust me.

Okay, I lied.

I didn't do it, okay?

You have to believe me.
He was being crazy.

I thought he was gonna kill me.

Okay. Okay. Calm down. Calm down.

Just tell me what happened.

Okay, uh, the man that you showed me
picked me up last Saturday.

Uh, we went over by the river
and we got in the backseat.

Suddenly the window was smashed.

He started pulling him from the car...

Do you like whores, you scum?

And he was kicking his ass
and yelling at him.

What was he saying?

You stay out of my city!

I don't know, he kept telling
him to stay out of his city.

Did you get a good look at him?

He was wearing a hoodie,
but I'm pretty sure he was white.

Stay down!

He just started shooting, and I ran.

Please, I did not have anything to do
with it. You have to believe me.

Please don't take my son
away from me. Please...

No, no. No one is gonna take your son.

Okay?

Just be careful, okay?

Promise me?

Help!

Help! Help!

Hey! Hey! Stop!

Are... Are you... Are you okay?

Are you shot? Did I shoot you?

No, no, no, no, no. Please don't die.

Please don't die.

This is all your fault.

You're just like him.

Kid's name is
Lamar Taylor. Weed dealer, car thief.

We've picked him up a bunch of times.

.45 caliber shells.
Gotta be our guy, right?

Yeah, but this crime
scene's total chaos.

Look at this guy. More than just shot,
he's been beaten to a pulp.

The others weren't this bad.

Well, he's escalating. He's either
getting more angry or losing control.

Or both. He might also be on drugs.

This has gotta be her purse.

I wonder if he was trying to snatch it.

This neighborhood? That's a good bet.

Well, her name is Clara Miller,

68-year-old retired school teacher.

Guys, I don't think
she's shot anywhere.

I don't see blood, nothing.

Maybe he hit her in the head.

I don't see anything like that right here.

Heart disease.

I don't get it. First hookers
and johns, and now these two.

Kid tries to steal an old lady's purse.

UnSub runs up on her, kills the kid.

Old lady has a heart attack.
I think I know what this is.

I'm right with you.
We should deliver the profile.

We're looking for who we believe
is a white male in his 20s.

He's what we call a moral enforcer,

which is a vigilante of sorts.

An autopsy on one of the victims

showed evidence
of postmortem violence.

This speaks to the UnSub's
level of anger.

He began by victimizing
prostitutes and their clients,

and he's moved on to what we
believe is a mugging situation.

He's mission-oriented.

In his mind, he may believe
it's his duty to clean up the streets.

He probably does nightly patrols

and stalks anyone that
he thinks is suspicious.

Not only is it possible he may suffer

from some kind of
drug-related psychosis,

but we think he also may have
been a victim of violent crime himself.

And this appears to be personal,
which makes him more dangerous.

He's gaining confidence with every kill.

And as his confidence grows,
so will his belief in his cause.

He lives in the area
and he probably grew up here,

but we think he's severely antisocial.

He probably couldn't
hold down more than a part-time job.

Unfortunately, the statistics
do not support this ending well.

In the vast majority of
these type of serial crimes,

the murderer usually
doesn't go down easily and

isn't apprehended alive.

But so far he's been smart enough
to run away before the cops show up.

Even though he's a vigilante,
he may not think

we're all on the same team,
catching the bad guy together.

In fact, his zeal may be connected

to a deep mistrust of law enforcement.

So we need you to tell
the working girls, your informants,

anyone else out on the street,
to keep a lookout.

And, please, proceed
with extreme caution.

This guys is strapped
with a .45 caliber,

and he's not afraid to use it.

So if you think you have
a line on him, do not try to be a hero.

Call for backup.

All right, guys, let's get to it.

You were so cute.

She was a great lady, your mom.

I remember when we first moved in.

I never knew a landlord
could be so nice.

It's not fair.

She should still be here,
she didn't deserve that.

Life's not fair, Danny.

I know that!

I know.

I get that you're hurting,

but you don't need to take it out on us.

We miss her, too, you know.

Well, it's your fault
he was even around.

Don't you dare blame me for this.

He was your ex.
He was here looking for you.

You should be the one that's dead.

That went well.

You know what might
make you feel better?

Cleaning this place up.

It stinks.

I'm actually wrong, you know?

It should have been me.

Don't say that.

Everything happens for a reason.

If it was you that got shot that night,
who would protect us, huh?

That animal is still out there

and the cops don't even care.

You're the only one
that's gonna find him, Danny.

You're doing the right thing.

Your mom would be proud of you.

Go ahead, Garcia.

Sir, per your request, I did
some delving into the latest victims,

and, uh, get ready
for a big paradigm shift

regarding the personality
of Lamar Taylor.

He was a bad kid,
operative word, "was".

Present tense now,
he was in his first semester

at a local community college,

and Clara Miller, the woman,

she was his high school teacher.

He was a super at-risk kid,
he had trouble at home,

and Clara helped him.

She helped him through school.
She helped him graduate.

So there's no way that was a mugging.

No. No. Unless it's some sort
of, you know, bizarro universe,

with a square planet, where
everything's, like, exactly the opposite,

and totally the same.

Black kid, white lady. He probably
racially profiled the situation

and just jumped to conclusions.

We need to alert the press
and warn the public.

Thanks, Garcia.

Thanks for coming.

Ta-da.

What do you think? I cleaned it up.

-We.
-We. Right. We.

We. We cleaned it up.

It looks great.

These are for you.

I'm sorry for what I said.
I didn't mean it.

The roses make your eyes
look beautiful.

I mean, they're already beautiful.

I just mean, with the flowers, they're...

More beautiful.

Thank you.

You're forgiven.

I know it's been tough.

I'm gonna go put these
in water before I go to work.

Patricia, please don't go to work.

It's too dangerous. He's still out there.

I can't keep calling in sick.
They're gonna fire me.

So what?
It's better than ending up like my mom.

But, Danny, I have to work.

What if you didn't have to pay rent?

What are you talking about?

The house is paid for, right?
And I don't want your money.

And with what I make
at the restaurant, I could feed us all.

You would do that for us?

I would do anything for you.

Okay.

But only until you find him.

We're not freeloaders.

I know.

Thank you.

Nice job.

Thanks for the advice.

Just stick with me, kid.

Good afternoon.
I'm SSA Jennifer Jareau.

Due to a recent string
of shooting deaths,

we now have reason to believe
a vigilante is on the loose.

We are warning everyone
to be on the lookout

and to report
any suspicious behavior.

We believe this man
is a Caucasian in his 20s.

He is armed and very dangerous.

Wow. Are they, uh, talking about you?

That had to be about you, right?

They don't understand.
I'm trying to help.

If they would just do their jobs,
I wouldn't need to do it for them.

Be extra careful tonight.

And do not tell my mom about this.

You got a problem, bro?

What are you lookin' at?

Be extra careful.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Walk away, bitch.

Stop! Oh!

No! Don't!

Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help!

You want to rape girls,
you son of a bitch?

Get him! Get him! Kick his ass!

Yeah. Kill him. Kill him!

Right now!

Her name's Lindsey Cooper.

Some bouncer called 911

after she ran into
a night club screaming for help.

What about the victim?

His name was Christopher Deluca.

Shot multiple times,
beaten pretty badly, too.

Apparently he was her boyfriend.

They found shell casings
from a .45 on the scene.

She told cops that the shooter
was a white guy wearing a hoodie.

Spreewell and his guys
are canvassing the area.

He left a witness this time.
He's getting sloppy.

Is she in any condition to talk?
She looks pretty freaked out.

She keeps clenching her jaw, drinking
water, and can't seem to sit still.

I think she's on something,
and I'm assuming it's MDMA.

All right, Kate, you and JJ
see what you can find out from her.

And, Reid, you and Morgan
go to the crime scene.

Thanks.

Lindsey, I'm Jennifer. I'm with the FBI.

Hi, I'm Kate.

Can I get you anything?

More water, please.

You all right?

Look, we know that this all
has you pretty freaked out.

And I'm sure it probably doesn't help

that your heart is still racing
from the molly you popped earlier.

But we need your help.

What happened tonight?

Chris and I went out.

You're right, he had some molly.

I don't know what...

I started rolling really hard,
and we went outside

and we smoked a cigarette,
and we were kissing.

This guy came out of nowhere
and he started beating on Chris.

He was screaming.
He thought I was being raped.

You want to rape girls,
you son of a bitch?

Stop! He's not raping me!

I told him he wasn't.

Stop, please.

Please don't.
Please, that's my boyfriend.

I told him to stop and he wouldn't.

Please!

He took out a gun
and he started shooting him.

No!

I didn't know what to do. I just...

I left my boyfriend there and I just ran.

Lindsey, did you get
a good look at him?

Yeah.

Good enough to describe
to a sketch artist?

Yeah.

Composite sketch of the UnSub.

I already went wide to the press.

Best lead we've had so far.

Crime scene was total chaos.

Ballistics confirmed
another exact match.

Guys, something doesn't add up.

We profiled this UnSub would have
an intimate knowledge of his kill zone.

Right? But so far he's chosen
impoverished neighborhoods

with high crime rates.

Last night, he chose a neighborhood

that's been recently gentrified

and has a relatively low crime rate.

Why the shift?

He's getting more and more bold.

Or he's losing his grip on reality.

Maybe this isn't drug related.

What if this guy's actually delusional,

as in the paranoid
schizophrenic variety?

So this could be a psychotic break.

That's possible.

His vigilante mission
could have become his sole focus

and now he's seeing trouble
wherever he looks for it.

Then his delusions are driving him.

Explains the shift in victimology.

Now anyone could be a target to him.

Excuse me.

No, no, no, no. You stay away from me.

You okay? What happened?

I told you to stay away from me!
You didn't listen!

Oh, my God, what did you do?

He was gonna arrest me.

Arrest you?
What are you talking about?

The mailman?

Are you seeing things again, Danny?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Are you taking your meds?

No, I hate them.

Oh, Danny.
We have to go to the police.

- No, no, no.
- They can help.

- No, no, no, no.
- They'll understand.

No, no, I said no!

We can't trust them.
They're useless. You know that.

Danny, if you don't call them, I will.

What?

You need help.

You're not calling anybody.

Danny.

Okey-dokey artichokey in the pokey.

Victims of violent crime
in Los Angeles over the last 5 years.

That is one honking list.

We are talking
tens of thousands of names.

All right, Garcia, cross-check
that list against medical records.

Anyone with mental health issues

that maybe have been
prescribed antipsychotics.

Specifically Risperidone, Olanzapine,
Haloperidol, Clozapine...

Okay, okay, I got it. Brain drugs, right.

Okay, okay, that's
a still-unmanageable 2,948 names.

All right, now check within
a five-mile radius of the kill zone.

Hey! That's more like it. Six names.

Scratch that. Two names because
two died and two moved out of state.

What's that leave us with?

Herman Koldyke, 68-year-old
Vietnam vet with severe PTSD,

who was stabbed during a robbery.

And Sandra Cunningham,
40-year-old cashier, with bipolar,

who was the victim of a rape.

Those two don't exactly fit our profile.

Do any of the six people on your list

have relatives that
still live in the area?

Uh, yes. One of the
aforementioned deceased,

Miriam Stokes, 50-year-old landlord,
with schizophrenia.

A year ago she was shot
and killed in a burglary.

Her son, Daniel Lee Stokes, still
lives in the building that she owned.

What else you got on this guy?

Uh, he's 24, he works
as a part-time bus boy

at a Mexican restaurant
with really good Yelp reviews,

and he was diagnosed

with severe paranoid schizophrenia
three years ago.

Just like his mother.

Oh, snap.

Last week, Daniel was questioned
regarding the disappearance

of Patricia Valdez and Milena Valdez,
her 16-year-old daughter.

They lived in his building.
They disappeared two weeks ago.

Stokes was cleared.

Garcia, did they ever
catch the guy that shot his mom?

No. No, never.

But, hello, thickening plot.

The prime suspect of said shooting

was Patricia Valdez's ex, David Ruiz.

He's currently in custody
of the San Diego sheriff's department

awaiting trial for armed robbery.

You got a picture of Stokes?

Yeah. He's two years behind
on his license renewal,

but there you go.

Garcia, We need an address.

You really think that guy
had something to do

with that missing mother and daughter?

Let's hope not.

You got other units en route?

- Yeah, two minutes out.
- All right.

You and your boy take the back.
We're going in the front.

Why are you doing this to us?

That won't help. It'll only make it worse.

Shut up! I didn't ask you
what you thought!

Did I, Patricia?

Patricia. He has them in there.

No, that's right, I did not.

It helps me with my headaches.

Unlike you right now.

You leave my mom out of this!

When? Huh?

Tell me! Tell me when!

Tell me! Tell me!

When your mom died, you promised
you would take your meds.

You promised!

You're really scaring me, Danny.

Daniel Lee Stokes, this is the FBI.

We just want to ask you
a few questions, Daniel. Is that okay?

Daniel, we know you're in there...

Get back! I've got hostages!

Don't do this. They'll kill you.

Please stop. Just let us go.

Let you go?

To them?

They can't keep you safe.
That's my job.

Who's he yelling at?
I don't hear anyone else talking.

I love you! Can't you see that?

I love you.

Why can't you see that?

All I ever tried to do is protect you.

All I ever tried to do is protect you!

Daniel?

Is that Patricia in there with you?

You want to protect her?

We can help you with that.

Who's there?

She's with me.
We're still out here, Daniel.

Can you hear that?
There's more of us coming, man.

Stay back!

Okay, Daniel, if you have
Patricia in there,

you want to protect her,

this is not the best way to do that.

How about Milena, Daniel.
Is she in there, too?

Yes, I'm here!

Quiet. Don't speak.

Daniel, we know about your mom.

Shut up!

You don't know anything about her.

We know that she was
shot in cold blood,

and you're angry about it.

She didn't deserve that.

That animal is still out there!

No, Daniel, we found him.
David Ruiz, right?

You're lying.

No, Daniel, we found him in San Diego.

I can take you right to him if you want,

but you have to come out first.

We got units in the back ready to go in.

Have them stand by.

All right, Daniel, if you have
Patricia and Milena in there,

do the right thing and give yourself up.

Come on, man, listen to her.

Daniel, there's cops
everywhere out here.

You can't protect them
from that, but we can.

Stay quiet.

Stay quiet.

Please, Danny.

Give up.

You know what?

She's right, Danny boy.

How did you get here?

What to do. What to do.

Get away.

Yo! I need a cigarette.

You got a cigarette?

And it better not be
mentholated neither.

Yeah, I got one.

She doesn't need the cigarette.

No, no, no. Stop.

You know, Danny, it really
should have been you.

What?

No, stop. Stop!

No, don't give her the light.

She doesn't need the cigarette.

You're sick. You should have
never stopped taking your meds.

Danny boy!

It should've been you, it should've
been you, it should've been you.

It should have been me.

Danny, no!

Please, don't, Danny! We love you, too!

No, Danny. Don't do it.

They're wrong, Danny.

Don't say that, Danny.

It's not your fault.

We love you.

Drop the weapon.

Where's Patricia and Milena?

Protect them, please.

I can't protect them if you don't
tell me where they are, Daniel.

Outside by the flowers.

Can you dig in this area
back here? Thanks.

Hey, I need some shovels over here.

His mother must have
helped him manage his illness,

and after she was gone,
it was only a matter of time

before he went off his meds
and unraveled completely.

And I bet he blamed
them for her murder.

A stressor like that,
it's no surprise he eventually snapped.

He didn't care about his other victims.

Why did he take the time
to bury those two?

It was probably before
his psychotic break became full-blown.

He knew them personally.
He probably even cared about them.

"Reality is merely an illusion,

"albeit a very persistent one."

Albert Einstein.

Oh, wait a minute. Pizza party?

I have two pizzas
and they've just been delivered,

which means they're extra delicious.

I smell mushrooms.

Pepperoni. Those from Riggio's?

Yes, they are.
I thought you guys would be hungry

upon your arrival.

Ugh, no, thanks.
The smell grosses me out.

Oh, my gosh!
I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

No worries.
This pregnancy thing can be freaky.

Okay, there's...
There's something you're not telling us.

Yeah. Uh, I thought that this
would help you guys

with all the extra work
you have to do right now.

Whoa, whoa,
what do you mean, extra work?

What's going on?

Cruz called.
He wants all the case assessments

for the congressional
oversight meeting.

I knew it.

That meeting's not
for another three weeks.

Yeah, it was,
until they moved it to Monday.

But I have pizza. Not for you.

All right, everyone. Let's settle in.

So what time is he picking us up?

Like 10 minutes ago.

Hurry up, we're late.

It's Kate. She's back in town.

I hate lying.

You would hate it more
if we missed this 4for1 concert.

True.

And Bobby is hot,
so you know he has cute friends.

-He'd better.
-He does.

Now text her back
before she starts worrying.

She's totally gonna know I'm lying.

She always does.

You need to relax.
We're not gonna get caught.

We look too good to get caught.

Oh, no. It's Bobby.

He's stuck at work.

He's flaking again?

No. His mom is gonna pick us up

and he's gonna meet us at the concert.

His mom?

At least now you can stop worrying
that he's some kind of pedophile.

She probably drives a minivan.

I don't know, that seems weird.

Hi!

You must be Meg and Markayla.

I'm Paige, Bobby's mom.

Sorry I'm late.

You guys ready for the show?

- Totally.
- Hop in.

You both look great.

TO BE CONTINUED...