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FEMALE REPORTER:
Ten years ago, Randy Slade

entered North Valley High School
with a gun and a bomb.

This weekend, the school
will try to memorialize

those 13 students
that were slain at Slade's hand.

Events will culminate

-with a candlelight vigil
-(sighs)

in memory of the
North Valley High Massacre.

Principal Doug Givens
will read a...

(beeping)

(beeping continues)

(beeping continues)

(beeping continues)

(gun fires)

(groaning)

Please.

Please don't do this.

(whimpering):
Don't do this!

MAN:
Can you look me in the eye?

Good-bye, Principal Givens.

Don't leave me.

(door opens and closes)

You can't leave me!

(beeping continues)

(rapid beeping)

What?

(shrill, prolonged beep)

-(rapid beeping)
- No...

No!

(explosion booming)

(school bell ringing)

WOMAN: Here are Jack's
standardized test scores.

Jack tells me you read together
every night you're home.

We just finished

Charlie and the Chocolate
Factory last night.

I wish you could work
with all of my kids.

So, he's reading
at a fourth-grade level?

Mm-hmm. As you can see,

his scores are high
across the board.

But he seems to be
holding back in the classroom.

- Why do you think that is?
- Has he ever

mentioned a classmate
named Paul?

- Paul Cain?
- Mm-hmm.

Yes, he's been over.

He's a friend of Jack's.

Well, Paul is being mean to Jack
for some reason.

How long has that been going on?

A few weeks.

Jack's just his latest target.

We moved Jack away from Paul.

And we're documenting
everything, of course.

Well, Jack says that things
are going very well at school,

so the steps you're taking
must be working.

Thank you.

Let me know if anything changes.

- Absolutely.
- Can I keep this?

- Sure.
- Thank you so much.

Does anyone remember
this picture?

ROSSI:
Hotch and I were there.

That's Principal Doug Givens.

We had to drag him to safety.

PRENTISS:
High school bombing

in Boise, right?

School shooter
and school bomber.

A kid named Randy Slade
shot three students,

and then set off an IED
in the cafeteria via cell phone,

killing himself
and 13 kids total,

but not before posting
all of his plans online.

It was one of those
"where were you" events.

My whole campus
was glued to the TV.

GARCIA: Last night,
Principal Givens was killed

by a bomb modeled
exactly like the old one.

Feels like the UnSub
wants to attack the man

who kept the school together
after the bombing.

It's a pretty symbolic target.

And this week is the tenth
anniversary of the massacre.

GARCIA:
And today is the first day

of a four-day event

to commemorate the bombing
at the school.

Except commemorating it
isn't enough for this UnSub.

No.

He wants to relive it.

(beeping)

HOTCH:
"You may leave school,

but it never leaves you."

Andy Partridge.

REID:
Perpetrators of school violence

are often sophisticated
with their weapons.

Randy Slade carried his bomb
in his backpack.

This guy hid his
in Givens' clock-radio.

PRENTISS:
Yeah, and progressive.

Each one tries to top the
body count of the one previous.

And they're loners by default,
not by choice.

They try to join
various social groups,

but they get shut out.

Randy Slade
wasn't a loner at all.

The family cooperated fully
with us.

He was a high-functioning
psychopath, straight-A student,

varsity wrestler,
lots of girlfriends.

REID:
With above average intelligence

that made him
incredibly resourceful.

His explosive of choice
was Semtex.

It's found at demolition sites,

but it's held
under lock and key.

Which made us consider
the possibility of a partner.

Never found one.

Slade was too much
of a narcissist to share credit.

But he was also
an impulsive teen,

which is what bothers me
about this UnSub.

His sense of control?

And the endgame
that he's working toward.

Slade's pathology
revolved around the big kill.

This UnSub could have
done the same

if he waited
for the candlelight vigil.

ROSSI:
Which means there's no

blaze-of-glory fantasy here.

This UnSub has more bombs made,

and he's savoring the
anticipation of his next attack.

(phones ringing)

MAN:
Boise Police Department.

Agent Hotchner.

Chief.

Dave.

Sorry to meet again
under these circumstances.

Took your advice
and shut down the school.

Was going to cancel
the memorial, too,

but some of the alums said

they'd go
through with it anyway.

Did you get the student files
to our technical analyst?

Good. We'll start
with criminal records.

(cell phone rings)

What'd you find, Garcia?

A blast from your past,
I believe.

Does the name,
Brandon Slade, ring a bell?

Yeah, the bomber's
younger brother.

Sweet kid.

He couldn't give us much
back then.

GARCIA:
Most seven-year-olds don't.

They do, however,
grow up to become

seniors who attend
the same high school.

Thanks, Garcia.

I thought the Slades
were going to leave Boise.

They tried,
but the network interviews

made them nationwide pariahs.

Did you question Brandon
about last night?

He said he was watching
pirated movies.

His mom backs him up.

So does his laptop.

Okay. We'll need to talk to him.

Okay.

So, the UnSub has to be...

tied to the school
somehow, right?

Current student, alumni,

family member who...
who lost someone?

Could be a Slade groupie
celebrating his hero.

He taped nails
to the exterior of the bomb,

specifically to rip open flesh.

That's a sadistic detail

of Slade's the UnSub copied.

Except he tricked Givens
into blowing himself up.

A groupie probably wouldn't show
that much self-control.

Someone with an ax to grind
against the principal would.

Maybe he's a surrogate for
the tormentors in high school

he can't punish.

Who were yours?

I don't even remember.

You don't even remember? Wait.

Were you one of the mean girls?

No.

Valedictorian,
soccer scholarship,

corn-fed, but still a size zero.

I think that you
might have been a mean girl.

I was actually
one of the nice girls.

- Even to guys like you.
- Guys like me?

I'll have you know that my
social standing increased

once I started winning
at basketball.

Oh, yeah, you played basketball?

No, I didn't play.
I coached basketball.

I broke down the opposing team's
shooting strategy.

Is that why Morgan kicked you
out of the pool last week?

Yeah, it took him three rounds
to realize I was hustling him.

Huh.

MORGAN:
Well, it looks like we're not

the only ones
interested in Brandon.

It's going to make it

a lot harder
for us to talk our way in.

Unless we use it
to our advantage.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm SSA David Rossi of the FBI.

That's R-O-S-S-I.

So, if anyone has any questions,
feel free to ask them now.

WOMAN: Does this have anything
to do with Brandon Slade?

PRENTISS:
Mrs. Slade?

I'm Special Agent
Emily Prentiss with the FBI.

This is...

Go through my lawyer.

HOTCH:
Martha, we can do that.

We'll just
have to come back later.

Agent Hotchner.

- How are you?
- What do you want?

To catch the man
who killed Principal Givens.

Well, then, go catch him,
but it wasn't my son.

Let us prove that for you.

Once we rule him out,

we can get these people
off your lawn.

HOTCH: Martha, you can observe,
you can stop us

and call your lawyer
whenever you want.

Agent Rossi was always
very nice to Brandon.

He can do it.

MORGAN:
It's unlikely.

- High school shooters don't...
- Dave.

All right, feel free to call me

if you have any other
background questions.

My phone number is 702-555-0103.

What's your name, sir?

Uh, it's Dr. Spencer Reid.

R-E-I-D.

(video game sound effects,
buttons clicking)

You know,
there's a sniper right...

Ooh.

Never mind.

When'd you become a gamer,
old man?

Oh, a while back.

After this kid told me
how much he loved

playing with his big brother.

Can you sign this for me?

First edition.

I'm touched.

You're a good writer.

So are you.

I read one of your
AP English essays.

"The Futility of Jay Gatsby
and the Green Light."

(chuckles):
Where'd you get that?

Well, I was curious as to, uh,

what kind of kid
you grew up to be.

Apparently, a smart one.

But that didn't stop you
from getting beaten up

on a regular basis.

You know how it is with fans.

I mean, you bang yours;
mine kick my ass.

(laughs)

And, uh, Principal Givens,

he... couldn't

stop that, could he?

That must have really
ticked you off.

Listen, I already
told the police, okay?

I was watching movies
on my computer.

Well, just because
you downloaded them

doesn't mean you sat here
and watched them.

You were cooler ten years ago.

So were you.

(Brandon speaking indistinctly)

When did Harry leave?

About... five years ago.

He got his fresh start;
I got the underwater mortgage.

Is that why Brandon ended up
at North Valley?

I did my best.

But I know my son.

- He wouldn't have done this.
- ROSSI: Just want to see

if you took after
your big brother.

You know what, dude?
I did it, all right?

- So go ahead, cuff me.
- Actually, dude, I don't think

you're mean enough
to have done it.

But tell me the truth--
you're happy

that Principal Givens is dead,
aren't you?

- Yes, I'm happy; it's what
Randy wanted. -Well, Randy

wanted the whole school dead.

(wry laugh)

Yeah. Right.

Whoa. Am I missing
something here, Brandon?

No, you got it all figured out.

Well, did Randy
have some sort of agenda?

Did he target

specific people
inside of the school?

Everybody knew who
he wanted to take out.

We didn't.
We couldn't find

any logic to his actions.

So how do you know, huh?

Did he tell you?

Did a 17-year-old confide
in a seven-year-old?

Did you find something?

He had a list, didn't he?

I want my lawyer.

If he still has the list,

it's somewhere in that room.

Martha, do you know
anything about this?

- I can have a search warrant
in an hour. -No.

- Mom...
- Tear it apart.

No, Mom, Mom, please!

(knocking)

(gasps)

- Louie, oh, my God!
-(laughs)

Hey, Chelsea.

Get in here.

-(lock clicks) -(sighs): Thought
this was too lame for you.

No. Are you kidding?
I wouldn't miss it.

Oh.

I heard about Principal Givens

when my flight landed.

How you holding up?

Better, now that I'm
on the next flight out of here.

Are you kidding?
You can't leave.

I already survived
one psychopath--

I'm not about
to stare down another.

Hey... hey, look,
people need you right now.

You need to show them
that we're not afraid

of guys like Randy Slade.

Yeah, well, I am afraid
of guys like Randy Slade.

And I'm sick of hearing
what people want!

People who weren't
in the cafeteria,

people like you.

Just...

please... go.

'Kay?

(Lewis exhales quietly)

(door slams)

(exhales)

(knocking)

Lewis, you're not
gonna change my mind.

PRENTISS:
Yeah, bookshelf is clean.

I love dating readers;
hate profiling them.

Catcher in the Rye,
Atlas Shrugged.

These are all titles that
a teenage kid would obsess over,

but Randy made that list
when Brandon was just a kid.

You're right.
So however Brandon

got his hands on that list,

he would have hid it
in something a seven-year-old

would read.

(sighs)

Hotch?

We found it.

Principal Givens
is on this list.

(phone rings)

(beep)

You're on speaker, JJ.

So, we might have another one.

- Might?
- One of the North Valley alumni

was killed in their motel room.

No bomb or gun this time; looks
like he used his bare hands.

You got a name?

REID:
Chelsea Grant.

She's on the list.

The UnSub crushed
Chelsea's throat

so she couldn't scream,
and he pulverized her ribs,

sending fragments of bone
into her heart.

Principal Givens
was high-profile;

Chelsea wasn't.
Right now the only thing

connecting them is that
they're both on the kill list.

A list that Brandon
kept secret for ten years.

But he was in custody
when this happened.

The question is, how did the
UnSub get the exact same list?

Well, we ruled out a partner,
but not conclusively.

Slade made every part
of his plan public.

It doesn't make sense
that he would hide a partner.

He didn't want
to share the credit.

And this weekend is
the partner's best chance

to claim it.

Partners
of dominant psychopaths

are usually submissive,

but that doesn't mean
that they can't be intelligent

or that they're physically weak.

MORGAN: This UnSub laid low
after the bombing

and successfully
evaded police and FBI.

That took cunning and patience,

which he's exhibiting now
with his current murders.

We think he fits the
loner profile Slade debunked.

He grew up in an abusive home,
which kept him from forming

the normal social bonds
in high school.

We interviewed all the outcasts
from back then.

How did this guy slip through?

REID: Even outcasts
eventually form friendships,

but this UnSub was the outcast
the outcasts rejected.

He won't stand out
in any capacity,

and as a matter of fact, most
of his fellow students probably

won't even remember
graduating with him.

ROSSI:
And that invisibility

is what made him
attractive to Slade.

This partner wouldn't
steal the spotlight.

Slade targeted the cafeteria
because most of the names

on his list ate there together
during fifth period.

MORGAN:
So his hatred festered when

the names on the list emerged
from the cafeteria

as media heroes,
so now he wants

to finish the job
that Randy started.

ROSSI: Emotionally,
this weekend is more

a high school reunion to him
than a memorial.

We go to reunions to show
who we grew up to be.

Often that means
changing everything

-about who we were.
- Consciously or not,

Randy Slade revealed clues
as to his partner's identity

when he detonated his bomb.

Agent Prentiss will be
conducting cognitive interviews

to see what the survivors
might remember.

MAN: You want us to walk through
what happened that day?

WOMAN: Didn't we do that
when we were seniors?

Yes, but there
may be some details that

you didn't think were important
at the time that could

help us now, things that could
help us learn about the partner.

Randy made us all lie facedown.

- I didn't see anything.
- WOMAN: None of us did.

Well, that's not true.

Jerry did. He's the guy
Randy made lock the doors.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

The interviews
we're going to conduct

won't focus on what you saw,
but what you felt.

You want me to tell you
how I felt

licking the tile
in the cafeteria?

Thanks, I do that in therapy
twice a week.

How about how I feel now,
seeing my name

on a list of people
who should be dead?

The Boise police have offered
everyone on this list

-a protective detail. -Like that
would've done Chelsea any good.

She was killed
in her hotel room.

Jerry's not on the list.

Let him help you.
I'm out.

Ever get volunteered
for a job you don't want?

So, as you can see
from your board there,

this kill list
is weirdly similar

to high school.
Group one

is like the popular kids:
prom court, football team,

dean's list--
the Heathers, if you will.

Kids in Slade's social circle.

- What about number two?
- Mm-hmm, that would be the kids

from the other side
of the tracks,

180-degree difference, kids this
close to getting kicked out.

Stoners, burn-outs,
mental cases.

Chelsea Grant is on this list.

- Maybe Slade targeted them
-(phone ringing)

-because they disgusted him?
- But they didn't

threaten Slade's
sense of superiority.

He wouldn't have
even cared about them.

JJ: All right, well, maybe the
partner put them on the list.

They'd be closer to his
social status than Slade's.

-(phone ringing)
- Why would... So sorry.

Why would the UnSub list kids
that he fit in with?

Apparently, that's
how this clique worked.

Kids in it were
meaner to each other

than kids on the outside.
Garcia,

separate out all the kids
who got into trouble regularly.

Then eliminate the names that
the partner put on the list.

(keyboard clacking)

Now, who's left
that came to the memorial?

Right. Whoever made the list
wouldn't put their name on it.

Uh...

Sir, I think...

I think I've got him.

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MORGAN:
Lewis Ramsey.

FBI.

Put the drink down;
you're coming with us.

PRENTISS:
Thanks for doing this.

So, I have some crime scene
photos from the day,

if you'd like to take a look.

JERRY:
I don't need them.

Okay.

It was 12:50.

Lunch had just started.

It was Thursday.

When did you first notice Randy?

He came in talking on his cell.

(kids chattering)

Did you hear the conversation?

He was talking to his mom, but
that's not what I noticed first.

What did you notice?

JERRY:
The gun in his hand.

Natalie Gallo--
she was the first.

(distorted screams)

She never even saw it.

Someone asked him
what he was doing,

- What are you doing?
-and he...

so he shot him in the chest.

So, uh...

nobody said anything after that.

That was when he ordered you
to lock the doors, right?

Jerry, let's go--
lock the doors.

And then he started
playing the game.

Yeah.

Randy went

table to table,
he was ranting.

What did he say?

I am God.

Now, who's brave enough
to look God in the eye?

- How about you, Brad?
- Huh?

- Hmm?
-(gasping breaths)

Can you look me in the eye?

And when the kids didn't,
he shot them.

No?

(kids scream, whimper)

Allison.

ALLISON: ...protect us
in our hour of need...

Allison, stop praying.

(kids scream)

Never mind.

JERRY:
He walked over here next to me.

How 'bout you?

JERRY:
We were never close, but...

Hmm?

...we were always cool.

I don't know what made me
think I could do it...

...but I did.

I looked him in the eye.

Pew!

You're not even worth a bullet.

He walked to his backpack...

...pulled out the bomb.

Then he walked right over there.

He said...

I am God!

(explosion thunders)

And like that,
ten kids were gone.

Those reporters always
ask me about that.

Why did he detonate so early?

I still don't know.

Now, let's go back for a second.

Randy was pointing
the gun at you.

Did you see the cell phone
in his hand?

Yeah.

What was on it?

Uh...

I-I don't know,
it was the detonator.

All-all I saw was
the black casing.

The black cell phone?

Are you sure?

Yeah, Why?

The gray cell phone
was the detonator.

The black cell was the one
he talked to his mother on.

Uh...

that's what I meant,
the-the gray one.

Just a mistake, sorry.

LEWIS: I'm telling you,
I didn't kill her.

Then how do you explain your
fingerprints in her room?

Okay, I saw her last night,

but I wouldn't...

She's my friend.

HOTCH:
You're very convincing, Lewis.

But you were convincing
ten years ago, too.

MORGAN:
So what was your excuse

for not being in the cafeteria?

Oh, yeah, you were, uh,

blazing up in the back
parking lot, right?

That wasn't an excuse,
it was the truth.

MORGAN:
Yeah, of course it was.

It also allowed you
to pose as a loser.

The very type
you wanted to kill.

You know how we know?

You wrote it down.

"All the losers in this
godforsaken school."

I didn't write that one.

But you did type up
the rest of the list.

Yes.

Lewis...

we know how guys
like Randy make friends--

they build up rapport
through secrecy.

Only the two of you were smart
enough to see though the BS

of high school, right?

And it felt so good
doing whatever Randy said,

and not have to
tell anybody about it.

HOTCH:
"Make me a list

-of kids we should kill."
- MORGAN: "Sure, Randy."

"Get me a pound of Semtex from
your dad's construction site."

"Whatever you say, Randy."

I never thought that he w...

HOTCH:
He would use you?

You were mad that
he actually did it.

But you were also mad
that he left you behind.

That's not true.

MORGAN:
Then why come back?

What does a loser like you

have to gain by seeing all
the kids that he hated so much?

I came this close to flushing
two years of sobriety

down the toilet tonight.

Not just because Chelsea died,
but because I knew

that they were going
to cancel that ceremony.

See...

tomorrow night...

I was gonna tell people
what I did.

And...

I knew that...

I would be arrested
as an accomplice.

I knew it, but...

...I had to.

This is my final amends.

PRENTISS:
You buy it?

He fits the profile,
and the evidence points to him,

-but he seems sincere.
- He's not the UnSub.

He was the partner,

but look at how Slade added,
"All the losers

in this godforsaken school."

This capitalization
isn't an accident.

Look: "L," "S," "R."

Lewis. Stuart. Ramsey.

So Slade named his own partner.

Ironically, Lewis' marijuana
addiction saved his life.

Well, that puts us back
to our original problem.

If the UnSub isn't the partner,
how did he get his hands on

a list that Slade and Lewis
kept to themselves?

The only answer is that
part of the profile's wrong.

The UnSub's vendetta has
nothing to do with the list.

Did you get anything
from Jerry Holtz?

Only that he mixed up
the cell phones

that Slade used.

It felt like he was
making the story up,

-but I only had a hunch.
- We need to find him now.

There's a connection to the
victimology that we're missing.

Whatever he's holding back
might be the key.

I'm so sorry.

(sniffles)

I'm so sorry.

Boo.

(Jerry groaning)

Can you look me
in the eye, Jerry?

Huh?

Look at me!

Look at me! Look at me!

- Look at me!
- Please!

I didn't know!
I didn't know!

That's the point.

They're gonna find out!

PRENTISS:
Jerry Holtz?

- How long?
- Less than an hour.

The security guard
heard the commotion,

but the UnSub was already gone.

The only people who knew we were
doing the cognitive interviews

were the other survivors.

The UnSub must be part
of that group.

JJ: Well, we don't know that
for a fact.

He could have been
lying in wait.

Look, Hotch wants me

to go through the victims' lives
and find the overlap.

We can compare their histories
with the UnSub's.

What else do we have to go on?

Spence said the UnSub
would have broken his hand

beating Chelsea to death.

Did you notice anyone
with a cast on their hand,

Someone who seemed hurt?

No.

REID:
I might know why.

This UnSub doesn't feel pain.

There's a medical condition
called "pain asymbolia, "

where patients register
harmful stimuli

without being bothered by it.

They've been documented
holding their hand

over an open flame because

their brain doesn't
send pain signals

to the central nervous system.

Sounds pretty rare.
You sure the UnSub has it?

The crime scenes prove it.

This UnSub displayed an unusual

level of savagery
towards his victims.

And consider this:

he smashed through
a glass display case,

but there were no cuts on Jerry.

That means he most likely
punched through it,

as a show of force.

Now, the only way
the human body

could withstand
that level of pain

is if he couldn't
feel it at all.

Must take a major toll

-on someone's emotional
development. -(phone ringing)

A significant contributor
to our sense of empathy

is the way we personally
experience pain.

And the UnSub didn't develop
his sense of empathy

because it was cut off.

Does every person
with asymbolia have this?

Actually, most feel
empathy just fine,

which makes me think the rest of
our profile is still accurate.

- Loner, invisible, outcast,
-(phone ringing)

boiling rage...
son of a bitch!

Hi, this is Dr. Spencer Reid.

I actually can come
to the phone right now,

with a very special message
that your mother is a...

Reid.

Sorry. I'm really sorry.

I don't know what got into me.
Where were we?

HOTCH: I'm going to have Garcia
check medical records.

Uh, what causes asymbolia?

Severe trauma produces lesions

in the insular cortex,

usually after a stroke.

But this UnSub's so young,
it's mostly likely

caused by an external factor.

Like a bomb going off
next to him?

Yeah, like a bomb
going off next to him.

I will crush you.

- What?
- What?

PRENTISS:
So weird seeing yearbooks again.

Friend of mine
who teaches said that

Facebook is making
them obsolete.

I'm having serious flashbacks
going through these senior bios.

Four years of accomplishments
boiled down to one paragraph.

Hey, did you school have
anything called "Top Ten"?

Mm... no.

- Is it an academic thing?
- No, I don't think so.

Only ten of the survivors
listed it,

including Jerry and Chelsea,

and neither one of them
were valedictorian material.

Okay, so...

what are we looking at, here?

Well, maybe it's a...
a clique inside a clique.

JJ: Yeah, but it's jocks,
nerds, theater geeks...

Nothing that would bring
these kids together.

Except...

What?

I know what the Top Ten is.

Hey, Tiffany.

Where you going?

Oh, there's gonna
be a get-together.

For the survivors.

Didn't you hear?

They canceled the vigil.

I know.

That's why some of us
are getting together.

At the Seven Stars restaurant,
later.

Great.

I'll join you.

I would love that, but it's
kind of a Top Ten thing.

Well, Top Eight, now.

Oh.

You understand, right?

Totally.

Tell everyone I say hi.

Okay.

Recognize the Top Ten?

- No.
- They were the students

that went in front of the
cameras after the bombing.

HOTCH:
I thought all

the surviving students
were interviewed.

After the initial aftermath,
yes.

But these are the kids
that went on talk shows,

traveled to other schools.

My guess is that they didn't
self-select who made the cut.

Principal Givens did.

That's why the UnSub
killed him first.

He was an outcast,
he wanted to fit in.

Being a survivor should have
been his golden ticket.

But he was excluded again, and
that's why he's killing them.

Yeah.

Rules of high school
never change,

-not even after a tragedy.
-(phone ringing)

Go ahead, Garcia.

Hey, listen up.

I cross-referenced student files
with medical records.

Now, there were six kids

that were knocked unconscious
in that blast,

but only one fits
the outcast profile.

His name is Robert Adams,

and he just used his credit card
at a local restaurant,

the address of which...
I just sent you right now.

I'm on my way.

It was the most ridiculous thing
I've ever done in my life.

I-I didn't want to do it,

but Jerry said, "We can't welch,
we-we lost the bet."

It was just very uncomfortable
for everybody.

(screaming)

(coughing)

MAN:
Oh, my God.

(coughing)

Is everybody okay?

(coughing)

-(screaming)
- Sit down!

Don't move!

Sit down!

Hope I'm not interrupting.

ADAMS:
Was it that hard

-(siren approaching)
-for you people

to tell the truth about me?

(sobbing)

Huh?!

To notice me!

Like you.

Do you even know my name?

(sobbing)

Ralph?

-(gun fires)
-(screams and sobs)

Guess again.

(indistinct radio transmission)

SWAT COMMANDER: He's holding
hostages in the restaurant.

We're clearing
the upper floors now.

We got this video feed
from the security camera.

Two entrances,
the front and the kitchen.

Either way,
he can see us coming.

Well, there's no one
near the windows

so there's no line of sight.

Yeah but why take them
hostage at all?

If this is a vendetta,
why not kill them now?

We profiled this would be
like a reunion to him.

He wants people
to recognize who he is.

I think I know what he wants
to be recognized for.

ADAMS:
Get up! Get up!

HOTCH: Robert Adams,
we're with the FBI.

We just want to talk to you.

ADAMS: You better drop those
guns if you just want to talk.

We know why
you're doing this, Bob.

(frantic breathing)

Well, it's pretty obvious,
isn't it?

Before tonight,
they didn't know my name!

But now...

...no one will forget it.

Bob, you'll be in the news
for a couple of days.

But no one will know
the real story.

What story is that?

Tiffany,

what did Randy say to the kid
who looked him in the eye?

He...

He said Jerry
wasn't worth a bullet.

But he didn't say it to Jerry,
did he, Bob?

HOTCH:
Did he, Bob?

RANDY:
How about you?

Hmm?

No...

he said it to me.

I was the only one brave enough
to stare him down,

but his bomb knocked me out

and when I woke up,

there was Jerry on the TV
telling my story!

My story!

And nobody got to find out

that Bob Adams was a good kid,

a brave kid,

the kind of kid
you'd want to hang out with.

HOTCH: We can give you back
your story, Bob.

But you have to drop the gun.

(chuckles)

It's funny how
when your dream comes true...

...it's never the way you want.

- Bob.
- Drop the gun.

(Adams grunts)

Morgan, he's heading
to the south entrance.

MORGAN:
Copy. I got the back covered.

(running footsteps)

(door opens, closes)

He's going in the boiler room.

PRENTISS:
I'm on my way.

FBI. Drop the weapon, Bob.

(grunts)

- Hotch!
- HOTCH: Prentiss, in here.

We need medical
in the boiler room.

(grunting)

HOTCH:
Hold your fire.

That...

didn't... hurt!

(shouts)

(grunts)

HOTCH: "Pain is the breaking
of the shell

that encloses
your understanding. "

Kahlil Gibran.

(indistinct music plays
through headphones)

REID: We interrupt
your regularly scheduled

musical selection with an
important announcement.

Never wage a practical joke war
against an MIT graduate

because we have a history
of going nuclear.

Now sit back, relax,
and enjoy the dulcet sounds

of me screaming in your ear.

(shrieking scream)

(sighs)
Okay, kid, that was cute.

But that's all you got?

(snoring)

(phone rings)

Hey, baby gir...

(shrieking scream)

(chuckles)

Uh-uh.

All right, Reid, it's on.

Just know that paybacks
are a bitch.

(snoring)

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's Jack?

I just had a feeling.

There's a kid that's being mean
to him at school,

and Jack's solution
is to invite him over

and make friends with him.

(chuckles)

(chuckles):
That is the sweetest

and saddest thing I've heard.

How'd you find out?

His teacher told me.

Jack didn't tell you?

Ah, that must be hard.

He wants to solve it himself,
and you want to let him.

But there's probably
a part of you

that wishes you could
step in.

Um, there's a part of me
that wants to

protect him from everything
that could hurt him,

but I know I can't.

No.

But you can show him he doesn't
have to face it alone.

How did you get by in Paris?

Um, I, um...

I played a lot
of online Scrabble

with some girl
named Cheeto Breath.

(crunching nearby)

(chuckles)

At this time, we'd like you

to call out names of people
who were hurt or died,

people you'd like to remember.

Jerry Holtz.

WOMAN:
Jay O'Brien.

WOMAN 2:
Steve Tossel.

MAN:
Tucker Cranwell.

WOMAN 3:
Allison Humwald.

MAN 2:
Janine Bergen.

MAN 3:
Natalie Gallo.

Randy Slade.

Why are we doing this?

We haven't talked to Mom
in a while,

so I thought it would be
a good idea if we did it again.

But I don't want
to make you sad.

Buddy, you're not making me sad.

It makes me happy
because it reminds me

what a great job
Mom did with you.

So maybe if we got in the habit
of doing this again,

you know, Mom could help us.

Like with what?

You know,
if you have a bad day.

Mrs. McKee said
Paul's been mean to you.

He hasn't been mean to me.

No?

Okay.

Well, Mom,
look out for Jack anyway.

Dad, too.

Oh, Dad, too. Of course.

(blowing)

Good job.

Okay. Time to settle down.

Good night, buddy.

Love you, Dad.

I love you, too.