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Guess who I went
to second base with?

Who, Cy?
-Lyla Smith.

Bull!

DURANT, OKLAHOMA, 1986

Get back here!
Why don't you believe me?

Because you lie!

I grew up normal,

in a normal house
the size of a castle.

I played sports...

Sang in the choir

for the President of the United States...

And celebrated my birthdays
with four-story cakes

flown straight from Paris.

My brother and I played
kickball over there.

And here is where we would hide
from the police

after stealing magic potions
from the toy store.

I don't know why
they wouldn't believe me

when I told them
we were gonna make things with it.

I still build things now.

I took apart a 1961 Desoto
and built a generator

from scratch.

It's so powerful,

it could light a Springsteen concert.

But for now, it just lights my room.

What are you doing?

I don't understand. I'll do anything.
Please, don't hurt me.

Why would I hurt you?

No, no, no, no, no, no!

So you finished the course?

And completed my case rotation.

Hotch says he's never seen
a rookie profiler

analyze and write up cases
as well as you.

-He said that?
-Yeah.

Well, after all the cases you presented
over the years, I'm not surprised.

Hey, where have you been?
I wanted to do brunch this weekend.

I had to deal with some stuff
with my mom.

Have you seen Garcia?

She's with Rossi.

He hates me.

He was just busy. Let it go.

Okay, you can be honest. I can take it.

Okay. I prefer my pasta al dente,and the pancetta was a little weird.

That's 'cause it's tofu.

Tofu

No, no, I followed it down to the micron,
aside from the pig.

Look, master of all things Italian,

I am having a Fellini festival
at my house this weekend,

and I must serve the beautiful food
of his country.

Maybe you should show a Disney film
and stick with burgers.

You know, Rossi, you could
always give Penelope a cooking lesson.

Oh, my gosh, that would be amazing.
That would be like...

That would be like
the Iron Chef meets the BAU.

And we could do it at your house.

I don't have a house, I have a mansion.

All right, let's get started.

Oh.

All right, mes amis.

You are jetting to Durant, Oklahoma,

because in the last three days,

two women have been found dead
after being sexually tortured

and then blinded
with a sulfuric acid solution.

Abby Elcott is our first victim,
19-year-old art student.

She was headed to campus
for an advanced drawing class.

She'd been missing for two days.

Same goes for our second victim,
Beth Westerly, 17.

She had just finished
her coffee shop shift

and was on her way
to a bar method class.

Both low-risk victims.

And physically similar.

How close are the two abduction sites?

Five miles apart at bus stops.

Abby's cell was found near one,
Beth's scarf near the other.

Where are the dump sites?

One in an alley, the other in a field.

So he stapled their eyes open,
then he blinded them.

It's about power and control.

Maybe he didn't want them to watch
while he hurt them.

Or it could be about shame.

Perhaps the UnSub
is disfigured himself.

Blinding the victims leaves them
helpless, lost, totally dependent.

It may be a manifestation
of how he sees himself in this world.

It is a form of enucleation,
just without the scalpel.

His face is the last they see
before darkness.

Garcia, come up with a list of jobs

that would give the UnSub
access to sulfuric acid.

The rest of us, wheels up in 30 minutes.

And this is where my brother lives now.

There you are, Cy.

I got you clothes.

Bought you some shampoo
and toothpaste.

See? We're the perfect American story.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.
Turn that thing off, come on in.

Come on.

Every story has a beginning.

But the part I like best

is the end.

"If it is a miracle,
any sort of evidence will answer.

"But if it is a fact, proof is necessary."

Mark Twain.

Victimology is very similar.
Blond-haired, blue-eyed teenage girls.

We believe they were each abducted
near public transportation stops.

When was this photo taken?

Beth was caught on a bank
surveillance camera

three hours before she disappeared.

That's a recent photo of Abby.

So she wasn't found
in the same clothes

she was abducted in.

Maybe he changed them because
hers were burned by the sulfuric acid.

It's possible. Sulfuric acid
can turn human flesh into soap.

Garcia, any recent similar cases
in the surrounding area?

Actually, yes. Two months ago,

a prostitute and a runaway
were both found raped and killed

and they had stab wounds
to their eyes.

So maybe he practiced
on high-risk victims first.

And then advanced
to chemical enucleation.

Isn't that a rare paraphilia?

Well, the chemical part is.
It would exacerbate the pain.

Like Ed Kemper,
he's probably practicing on surrogates

before going after the real object
of his rage.

Dave, you and I will talk to the parents.

Morgan and Prentiss,
go to the disposal sites.

JJ, you and Reid to the abduction sites.

So Beth got off the bus here
and headed northwest toward class.

It's amazing no one
witnessed her abduction.

Emily was buried six feet under
and wound up in Paris,

so I guess anything's possible, right?

So that is what this is about.

Maybe our UnSub's
a little bit like Bundy.

He feigns an injury in order
to get her to help him.

Look, Spence, if you want
to talk about this...

Maybe he tried other tactics,
like, "You're really pretty.

"You should be a model.
I can take your photo."

I'll take that as a no.

Either one would disarm her.

Charm is quite the killer.

So are tears. Whatever his ruse was,

the UnSub most likely used it
to get her into his vehicle.

Well, if Abby was last seen
at a bus stop a few miles away,

then he definitely has
a means of transportation.

Hopefully the disposal site
will tell us more.

So what do you have,
Detective Bonner?

Beth's body was found over there.

You smell the urine?

I thought that was air freshener.

There's drugstore food everywhere.

It's a homeless corridor.

Abby was found
in a shantytown as well.

So our UnSub hunts and travels

through the areas unnoticed,
blending in with his surroundings.

This guy's either homeless
or appears to be.

He most likely has a car,

to get them from
the abduction site to here.

Just because you're homeless
doesn't mean you're carless.

It could explain why he chose
high-risk victims at first.

They were all around him.

He had her for two days?

I can't even imagine
what she went through.

Why did he blind her?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

I know this is difficult,

but I need you to look at the clothes
that Abby was wearing

when we found her.

Do you recognize them?

Do you find anything odd
about Beth's clothing?

They're not Abby's.

You sure?

I saw her that morning.

She had on a brown and pink sweater.

Beth wouldn't wear denim shorts.

They aren't her style.

You're sure?

In addition to the blinding,

taking their clothes further
robs them of their identity.

He's either keeping
their garments as souvenirs

or re-dressing the victims
as a forensic countermeasure.

Dressing them in these outfits
could be part of the fantasy.

Where do homeless people
get their clothes?

Churches, thrift stores.
We need to rule everything out.

I'm a plane! I'm a plane!

You are now entering
Dallas International Airport.

Please hold on to your flotation device

and fasten your seatbelts!

Cy, your stuff is right there.

Minty fresh. I like minty fresh.

We keep buying you toothbrushes,
but you clearly aren't using them.

Instead of crashing here
every now and again,

why don't you just move in?

I like to be free.

Last night I had a date
with two hot twins.

Is that so?

Why don't you believe me?

Remember when he said he dated
Cyndi Lauper in high school?

I did, I did, I did!

How many times do I have to tell you?

A million, 'cause you always lie.

Hey, guys.

-Hi.
-Hey, Uncle Cy.

Tammy, how was practice?

I hit two home runs.

Hey, Mom,
what's the deal with my dress?

On your bed.

Really?

Where's she going?

Homecoming's tomorrow night.

I loved Homecoming.

Well, we'll be taking pictures before
she leaves. Why don't you stop by?

And maybe I could tape it.

No, that's okay, Cy. You don't have to.

Why not? It'll be fun.

No, no, no. What would be fun
would be if you and I take a break.

I can see the doctor's working.

Counseling's worth every penny.

Excuse me.

Do you know where Church Street is?

You're on Church Street.

-I am?
-Uh-huh.

See, you're standing right here.

Just walk.
Just walk. Come on.

This way. Come on.

Reid and JJ went to the local thrift shop
and found Abby's clothes.

So he sold them.

Or traded them for the '80s clothing.

The sales clerk said the clothes
in the crime scene photos

were of that time period,

and he confirmed that
they were purchased from his store.

So if he's getting rid of his souvenirs,

what's he using to remember
his victims?

And why is he fixated on this era?

What do you got?

The brutality the victims
experienced was immense.

Multiple stab wounds
to the neck and chest,

plus wounds to the genitalia.

Frustration and overkill.

The same chemical damage on the skin
is also around her nostrils.

He poured
the sulfuric acid there as well.

And that would destroy
her sense of smell, yes?

Absolutely.

He didn't do that to the first victim.

No, he's escalating.

And blinding isn't his only signature.

No, he's trying to take away
their senses.

I like to hear them scream.

It reminds me of the roller coaster.

I like roller coasters.

Especially in the summertime.

Somebody please help me!

Somebody!

What

-No!
-Well, I can help you with that.

Please, please...

Somebody help me!

Somebody please help me!

No, no. No...

Again he's disposing in an area
frequented by homeless people.

It's equidistant between the
last two dump sites.

He burned her tongue
with the chemical this time.

So he removed her ability to taste.

Why would he do that?

Historically, this type of torture

was used to prevent someone
from revealing a secret.

-Maybe she offended him.
-I wonder what that's like.

Her lips are extremely chapped.

She was probably forced
to repeatedly participate

in some sort of kissing fantasy.

And when things go awry,
he takes the offending sense away.

He tortured her in these clothes,

which means the '80s
are essential to his delusion.

Maybe that's
when this rejection occurred

and he held on to the clothes
all these years.

And now he's attacking girls who
remind him of women from that time.

He's fixated on her type
and remakes them to fit his fantasy.

But why start now?

Something probably triggered it,

and instead of dealing with it,
he's acting out.

We believe the UnSub or
unknown subject that we're looking for

is a white male in his 40s.

This is someone who's reacting
to rejection by a woman

when he was a teenager in the 1980s.

He's punishing his victims
for their reactions to him

by taking away their senses
with sulfuric acid.

We believe our UnSub
could possibly work part-time

as a janitor or a mechanic,

which would give him access
to this chemical.

And after studying
the disposal sites,

we think it's likely that he is homeless.

Now, how do we typically react
toward the homeless?

We judge them
by their looks and smells.

It's that same negative reaction

we believe that a woman had toward
the UnSub at some point in the '80s.

The UnSub's fixation on this woman
is now all-consuming.

It's caused him to develop
obsessive love disorder.

He most likely has tunnel vision

and believes that she holds
the key to his happiness.

He will stalk her
in an attempt to win her back.

He will do whatever it takes
to be near his love interest.

But her rejection
will spiral him into a depression.

Which would lead
to rape and murder

of the surrogates who represent her.

And it's only a matter of time

before this rage and anger causes
the UnSub to go after her directly.

Let's go, let's fight,
let's win tonight!

Let's go, let's fight, let's win tonight!

-Let's go, let's fight, let's win tonight!
-Lyla?

You've got to be kidding!

Give me a break, Cy.

Leave me alone, Matt!

Tammy?

Hello!

Spence. Look, we gotta talk about this.

What do you want to talk about?

I get it, okay? You're disappointed
with the way we handled Emily.

Listen, I have a lot going on, all right?

-You know what I think it is

You're mad that Hotch and I
controlled our micro-expressions

at the hospital and you weren't able
to detect our deception.

You think it's about my profiling skills?

Jennifer, listen, the only reason
you were able to manage

my perceptions
is because I trusted you.

I came to your house for 10 weeks
in a row crying over losing a friend,

and not once did you
have the decency to tell me the truth.

-I couldn't.
-You couldn't?

-Or you wouldn't?
-No, I couldn't.

What if I started taking dilaudid again

You didn't.

Yeah, but I thought about it.

Spence.

I'm sorry.

It's too late, all right?

Reid.

Cy, why don't you just crash here?

I may for a bit.

You know, if Mom and Dad
were alive, they'd make you.

You ought to try and have a nice life.

I have a nice life.

When things get bad,
I go out on this ship made of clay.

Of clay, Cy?

Last night I took another girl out on it.

Yeah

Never.

She's dead to me.

What do you think? I lightened
my hair in your honor, Mom.

My, you're beautiful!

Where's the camera?

You look just like your mom
did in high school.

That's 'cause I'm wearing
the same dress.

Mom cut it shorter.

00?

Nice try. You can go to the dance
and then the party at the motel,

but Debbie's mom's
picking you up at midnight.

-Okay.
-Okay.

-Have fun.
-Thank you.

It would have had to have been
a woman very close to the UnSub

to make him react this way.

Then why go after surrogates?

I don't think we're dealing
with a typical homeless person.

He's good with chemicals, owns a car.

I think the only mistake in our profile

was assuming there was something
wrong with his physical composition,

reducing him
to some sort of stereotype.

You think it's only his mental state?

I think this guy might be smart
enough to use his disability

to his advantage
so he comes across as harmless.

Then when he's alone
and the victim rejects him, he goes off.

What if he doesn't live on the street

Garcia, I need a list of halfway houses

and mental health centers
in the UnSub's comfort zone.

Okay. Five are being sent
to your phones.

Which of those were
around in the '80s, Garcia?

There are two in your area.

Morgan and Prentiss, take the first.
Dave and I will take the second.

What about us?

Stay here and check ViCAP
for similar MO's and signatures.

Reid.

If you want to be mad at someone,
be mad at me.

I can't. I didn't come to your house
crying for 10 weeks.

I've worked here over 15 years.

There are many people
who fit that description.

This guy would be mobile,
probably early 40s.

Well, if he's got a car,

then he's transitioned out
in the last few years.

State budget cuts.

All right, we'll need a list
of those names.

It ain't gonna be small.

Hey, Morgan.

What do I do about Reid?

Emily, there's a lot about you
being back that's unresolved.

Are you pissed at me, too?

Come on, now.

How can I be? You're here.

Thank you.
Because I know what you went through.

Grief counseling.
You carried my coffin.

Yeah, I sure did.
What was in that thing, anyway?

I don't know.

-Here you go.
-Thank you very much.

Look,

just give Reid some time.

He'll be fine.

Thanks.

Yeah, Hotch, it's me, Morgan. Listen,

19 people entered this house in the '80s
who were let out in the last five years.

We got 11 from the one we visited.
Send your names to Garcia.

Have her cross-check them
against jobs that use sulfuric acid.

All right. We'll start
reaching out to the extended families.

Okay.

How's Reid?

He's angry and frustrated.

I'm surprised everybody isn't.

Some of us had an inkling.

What? I'm good at what I do.

So, are you gonna get
psychological counseling for the team

or handle it internally?

No, I think that
if we all just got together,

maybe a cooking lesson and at the
home of one of our founders...

-No, not you, too.
-It could boost morale.

Is this an order?

No, it's just
a very tempered suggestion.

Tempered suggestion.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah. Thanks, Debbie. I just...

I just need a minute.

Tammy?

Uncle Cy?

What are you doing here?

I was just going to buy some beer.

You okay?

No.

Maybe I should take you home.

I don't want to get in trouble
with Mom and Dad.

You won't.

I'll take care of you.

So we interviewed the 19 people
released from the group home.

None of them fit the profile.

Dave's still trying
to locate the families.

Tammy Bradstone's parents
just filed a report.

Their daughter didn't return
from Homecoming last night.

Her face is similar to our three vics.
She's about the same age.

Well, the after party
where she was last seen

was smack in the comfort zone.

Where are her parents now?

They're at the house. We're bringing
her friends in for questioning.

You head over there.
We'll start the interviews here.

I see on the news on the TV,

people question,

they question why people do this.

It's the same reason
people do anything.

'Cause they feel like it.
They like the way it feels.

When I was kid, my dog Poppy
running across the grass,

when I hit her, I liked that feeling.

That has not changed.

Somebody help me!

Help!

Uncle Cy?

What's happening?

What did you do to me?

So kids spill out
of the motel toward the cars.

If Tammy walked this way,

how could she disappear
without anyone seeing her?

Someone would have
heard her scream.

That's if she screamed.

Unlike the last three abduction sites,

this one is nowhere near
public transportation.

Maybe she knew the UnSub.

Or thought she did.

What if Tammy was the target
all along?

That would explain
the change in the MO.

So whoever did this
knew she was coming here.

Hi, hi, hi.

Hey, baby girl,
I need you to work that magic for me.

Anything, my sweetest.

I just opened up
Tammy Bradstone's computer.

I want you to check her emails,
Web searches,

and anyone she may have skyped.

Okay, typing at the speed of thought.

Thanks, Mama.

Are you gonna find my sister?

We're gonna try, little man.

Listen,

did your sister dye her hair recently?

Yeah. To look nice
for the Homecoming dance.

She was even gonna wear
the same dress my mom did.

Are you sure that Tammy
hasn't been behaving differently lately?

She's 16, so she's pretty closed off.

Your daughter seems to cherish
hanging out in groups,

so there's no way she would run off
with someone unless she knew them.

What about her computer?

Nothing out of the ordinary,
and Hotch cleared the boyfriend.

Do you know anyone
who is transient or mentally ill?

Yeah, my brother.

He didn't get enough oxygen
to his brain when he was born.

-What's his name?
-Cy Bradstone.

On the halfway house list,
all I got was a Ben Bradstone.

Oh, no, yeah, that's his real name.
Cy is the name he made up.

Where does he live?

He crashes here from time to time,
but he's basically homeless.

His frontal lobe damage is
one of the indicators of serial killers.

Cy isn't a serial killer.
He wouldn't hurt anybody,

especially not my daughter.

Come on.

Come on!

Just a little bit further.

I want to tell you a story.

Has Cy ever acted inappropriately
toward Tammy?

No. I wouldn't let him in here if he had.

Okay, so he sleeps here sometimes,
and his head is on this side.

That puts the TV out of his sight.

Since when is that a crime?

Well, it just gives him a full view
of the kitchen.

Does Tammy cook for him?

No. Lyla does.

Ma'am, what's your relationship
with Cy?

I've known him since 10th grade.
That was 1985.

He makes you uncomfortable,
doesn't he?

Did you have blond hair in high school?

Yes. What are you getting at?

Sir, your daughter
just dyed her hair blond.

You allowed her to wear your dress.

I'm just thinking it may have triggered
something for Cy.

What happened with you and Cy
that made him so angry?

Honey, what is it?

When I was 16,

my friends and I went to a party
after Homecoming.

Everyone had been drinking.

Damn. I'm seeing stars.

Let's play spin the bottle.

When it was your mom's turn,

she spun it and it landed on me.

You should have seen her face.

She lit up like a Lite Brite.

I didn't know what to do.

My friends laughed,

but I didn't want to be mean, so I...

Went in the closet with him.

And what happened next?

I let him feel me up.

How did he behave after that?

He started following me
around at school.

Then one day he overheard me
tell a friend how gross I thought he was.

How he talked, how he smelled?

Why didn't you tell me this?

I was 16.

We had just started dating.

Does Cy know about your
recent marital problems?

I told him a couple months ago.

And then he probably started
making advances towards you,

which you had to reject.

That's what triggered the killings.

No. No, ma'am.

The events did.

Does Cy have a part-time job?

Yeah, he works at a couple garages.

One on Drake, the other on 4th.

That explains the sulfuric acid.

We'll need those addresses.

Okay. Excuse me.

Okay, so, as long as Tammy
doesn't do anything to antagonize him,

we might have a chance.

Oh, my God.

It's you!

You're the one that
my mom told me about.

Yes.

You took advantage of her
when she was drunk at a party.

No, that's not true.

Yeah, it is.

That's probably why
she won't touch you now.

That's why she won't touch me?

Yeah. Because you forced
yourself on her.

You shouldn't have done that, Tammy.

You should have kept your mouth shut!

You won't get away with this, Uncle Cy.

They'll find you.

They can't find me, Tammy.

They're not looking for me.

When Cy comes to the house,

he gets out of the car

and he goes to the door.

Yeah.

How do you know he's here?

I can hear his truck.

Yes.

There you are, Cy.

When you open it,
what do you smell?

He smells musty,
like he needs to take a shower.

Are you sure
that's all you smell?

I smell chemicals.

He smells like chemicals.

What does he do next?

He crushes a cup,
and he puts it in his bag.

Where's it from

It's a soda from a coffee shop.

The Way Station. It's down the street.

Okay. He probably stops there
every time he comes here.

What days would those be?

Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Sometimes Saturday.

Which means he'd be coming today.

I need you to leave
a message for him there.

I'm going to go get us something to eat.

Don't worry, Tammy.

There are other sports to play.

-Any luck?
-He hasn't been to either

of the mechanics' shops
in the past two months.

But the one on fourth
said a bunch of car batteries

had gone missing.

Wait...

Yeah?

Morgan, it's from a pay phone
near a coffee shop.

It's him.

Okay, go ahead.
Just like we talked about.

Hello?

Hi, it's Cy.

Paulie said you were looking for me.

Lyla, what's wrong, Lyla?

Matt got arrested.

What

They think that he hurt Tammy.

Oh, God, Cy.

I need you.

Don't cry. Lyla, don't cry.

Everything's gonna be all right.

I need you to
come over here and...

I need you to talk.
I need you to hold me.

-You do?-Yes. Cy.

Hurry. I have no one else to turn to.

I'll be there, Lyla. I'll be there.

He's coming.

You and Prentiss stay with them.
Morgan and I will get the front.

Lyla!

Lyla.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Cy Bradstone! FBI!
Put your hands where I can see them!

Let me see your hands!

On your knees, now!

Get up.

How could you do this to me?

Stop moving. Stop it!

We need to
know where Tammy is, Cy.

We've looked in your car.
There's no sign of her.

We know this isn't about Tammy.
This is about your love for Lyla.

Lyla?

Lie-la!

You and Lyla had a pretty good secret
all these years.

How'd she get you to shut up about it?

One time.

That's all I needed.

Is that where you did it, Cy?

Is that the same place
you took Tammy?

We know when you saw her
in that dress, it made you think of Lyla.

Tammy's not the one
you want to hurt, Cy.

Lyla's the one that should be punished.

She's the one who made you
feel like a freak.

A reject, a weirdo.

Tell us where Tammy is, Cy,
and we can be done.

-Done?
-Finished.

Finished?

Well, I can do that.

Under one condition.

Now, where's Tammy, Cy?

Hey!

What did you do with my daughter?

Lyla was an angel.

Like a prize in the Cracker Jack box.

When she would come into the room,
my heart would race.

When I saw Tammy in that dress,

it took me back there.

Cy, just tell me where she is.

I took her. We did things.

Everything was going good
until she said those words.

What did she say, Cy?

She said...

She said the reason her mother
always backed up when I came over

was because she didn't want
to feel me touching her.

So guess what I did, Matt?

You guess!

What did you do, Cy?

I made it so she couldn't feel either.

She screamed so loud.

But no one could hear her.

Where do you have her?

The same place I told him
about my love.

Guess who I went to second base with?

-Who, Cy?
-Lyla Smith.

Bull!

Get back here.
Why don't you believe me?

Because you lie!

You never told me that.

Yes, I did, yes, I did, yes, I did!

But you thought I was lying
and then you married my girl!

So this is what you do, Cy

I take away your senses, Matt.

The last one is hearing.

And if I take that,

you wouldn't be able to listen
to what I did to her.

You son of a bitch!
You taped my daughter?

-You son of a bitch!
-You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!

Clear!

She's got a pulse.
I need a medic in here!

Oh, jeez.

Scott Adams wrote,

"Nothing inspires forgiveness
quite like revenge."

So the surgeon said he believes he can
restore feeling to Tammy's hands.

Good. We got there in time.

I heard Mr. Bradstone
wants to watch the tape.

People have an innate curiosity to see
things in order to confirm them.

That explains why
I'm going to Rossi's tomorrow night.

I want to see if he really can cook.

You coming?

I don't know.
I'm not so sure I can make it.

Look, Reid,

I know you're mad at us

because we didn't tell you
what really happened,

and I understand that.

But I promise you, we had no choice.

You mourned the loss of a friend.

I mourned the loss of six.

This whole thing gave me an ulcer.

Please don't give me another one.

Are you gonna go to Rossi's tomorrow?

We'll see.

Now, Matt, you might not
want to watch this.

But this is what I'm going
to do to your daughter.

But what I did with your wife,

now, that's a tape you should see.

No!

Stop!

Stop!

Cooking is the most sensual art form.

And these are my paints.

So your hands must be brushes.

Don't interrupt.

In a pot of boiling water,
we cook our spaghetti

until it's al dente, firm to the tooth.

Here you go. Everybody pass it around.

See? Feel the texture.
There we go. Okay.

Now...

In a large pan,

we fry up our pancetta.

Keeping a sharp eye
that the edges are crisp.

But careful not to burn the onions.

Bravo, Aaron!

We sauté until translucence.

I got it.

Ah!

Now, we mix in the eggs...

The Parmesan...

The spaghett...

And parsley.

You see, it's all about timing
and rhythm.

And if you don't feel
yourself doing it properly, please,

order a pizza.

Sorry I'm late.

Yeah. And this is why I cook alone.

So when do we get to drink the wine?

Almost there. Okay.

We start at the beginning.

You eat what you cook, I'll supervise,

but we're gonna do this all together,

just like a family.

Okay now?

Now.

All right.