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DEEJAY 1:taking America
by storm...

"Stump That Deejay."

DEEJAY 2:
Fine, bring it on, chump.

DEEJAY 1: We got through the
holidays in one piece, right?

But the big bearded guy
in the red shirt deserves

one last trivia shout-out.

Now we know he didn't deliver
all these presents by himself,

so name for me all
of Santa's nine reindeer.

DEEJAY 2: Uh, I know those.
Prancer, Dancer...

MAN:
Forgive me, sweetheart.

I tried to make it right.

♪♪

(boys talking in distance)

(knocking)

Hey, Dave, take a look
at this, would ya?

This arrived at my house
last night.

It's a gift from Harrison Scott.

Your buddy from Vietnam.

"Appreciate everything
you've done for me."

The grips are a replica
of the Vietnam War Memorial.

It's beautiful.

It's expensive.

What's the matter?

A gift like this would
practically drain

all of Harrison's savings.

Now, if you're trying to get
yourself back on your feet,

why would you do
something like that?

You talk to him?

I left three messages
where he lives

at New Directions for Veterans.
He hasn't returned my calls.

It has only been
since last night.

I phoned his job this morning.

He hasn't shown up for work
the past two days, either.

I'm worried, Aaron.

Why don't you go out
to Los Angeles and check on him?

What about our caseload?

I'll be fine.

You've got leave coming.
You should go.

Maybe I'll do that.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

(thunder rumbling)

It's staged. They got people
on those programs

they know are gonna fight.

You should have seen
that guy's wife

when he brought his two
girlfriends out on the stage.

(laughing)

Punches flying everywhere.

It's a TV show. It's fake.

Whoa. Your ass just got
checkmated, homes.

It's checkers, not chess.
King me.

Well, here's the problem,
Your Majesty.

This right here, where you're
playing, this is our office.

You want to come here,
play a little game,

you gotta pay us rent.

- I said king me.
- I ain't kidding, old-timer.

Cough it up. Wallet and watch,
both of you.

I faced a lot worse than you
in Korea.

Two-bit punks don't scare me.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I can get a whole lot
scarier than this, grandpa.

(gunshot)

BLAKE:
What's going on?

Got a possible spree killer
in Cleveland.

Details are sketchy, but 90
minutes ago, a man shot and

killed two gang members
at a park

- on the outskirts of the city.
- Why are we thinking spree?

I mean, gang members shoot
each other all the time.

Because a third gang member
fled the scene,

the shooter hunted him down
at a gas station

over a mile away
to finish the job.

Not your typical M.O.
For a gang shooting.

GARCIA:
Oh, and there's more. Uh,

after the third gang member
was killed,

a fourth person was shot
and killed at a bus stop

less than half a mile away
from the gas station.

- Also gang-related?
- I don't know. Like I said,

- details still coming in.
- REID: Four homicides,

three locations,
all within 90 minutes.

We need to hurry.
Wheels up in 15.

I'll let Morgan know.

(water runs, stops)

Can I help you
with something, sir?

How much ammunition can I buy?

Well, depends how much you need.

Those.

That's, uh, $19.95.

I'm gonna need
a lot more than that.

Okay.

MORGAN: "Beware the fury
of a patient man."

John Dryden.

You know, the description
of our UnSub is pretty vague.

40s, 50s, rumpled clothing,

- like they could have been
slept in. - And two witnesses

in the park said he appeared
to have been drinking.

- They could smell alcohol
on him. - The first three victims

all had police records...
car theft, aggravated assault

- and drug dealing.
- REID: If it involved drugs,

the UnSub might be
a disgruntled customer.

Uh, sorry.
Babysitting issues at home.

Garcia, did we get confirmation

that the fourth victim
at the bus stop

- was not gang affiliated?
- That is correct, sir.

Paul Haller. High school senior.
Not an angel, though.

Haller has a few minor

robbery arrests
from the past, and...

police found a wallet
on his body.

Cash and credit cards
belonging to a Sita Patel.

- Purse-snatching?
- REID: Gang members, mugger...

we might be looking
at a vigilante.

All right, I just got off
the phone with Cleveland P.D.

If we are dealing
with a spree killer,

at least
he's on a slower boil now.

No new incidents reported
in the past hour.

JJ: The victim at the gas
station wasn't just shot.

The body showed signs of having
been run over multiple times

by a large vehicle.

That is one way
to put the "over" in "overkill."

All right, Morgan,
you and JJ go to the park

where the first shooting
took place.

Blake, go to the gas station
crime scene.

And as soon
as we can find Sita Patel,

Reid and I will talk to her,

see if she interacted
with the UnSub.

PATEL:
I was walking to work.

The boy grabbed my handbag,

and when I tried to hold on,
he yanked hard

- and I fell.
- Did anyone else see the attack?

Many people.
But they did nothing.

Nobody stayed to help?

Only one. A man.

- Did he say anything to you?
- He asked me

which direction
the boy went.

- I told him, and he left.
- REID: Did the man leave

on foot or in a vehicle?

I didn't see.

He was very calm.

Calm and determined.

MORGAN: Uh-huh. All right,
thanks for your help.

Will you have your driver
call me

if he remembers anything else?

Appreciate that.

Well, not exactly an outpouring
of grief from the locals.

The victims were bad news.

Take a look at this.

JJ: Street sweeper had to go
around whatever was parked here.

Yeah, I just got off the phone
with the street sweeping team.

They said their truck passed by
approximately 15 minutes

before the 911 call came in
about the shooting.

That means the car was obviously

parked here then, but gone
before the police responded.

Do we have
a vehicle description?

They said it was a two-toned
brown and beige SUV.

Out-of-state plates
and no license number.

Street sweeping team said
the car was packed full

of boxes and clothes.

The UnSub was described
as looking disheveled.

All right,
so was the person in the car

a witness to the killings?

Or was he the killer himself?

ROSSI: So Harrison
didn"t give you any indication

- where he might have gone?
- No.

We asked his roommates, checked
the local jails and hospitals.

Nothing.

Did you or anybody else notice
a change in him recently?

Mr. Scott did seem
a little different,

now that you mention it.

In what way? Angry? Depressed?

No. We see a lot of that here
and know how to deal with it.

No, with Mr. Scott it was...

(sighs)
I don't know.

He'd stare right through you,

like his mind
was a million miles away.

Are any of his clothes
or personal belongings missing?

That's hard to say.

Our participants have so few
possessions to begin with.

Ms. Grant, give me a chance to
find him, to try to convince him

- to come back.
- (sighs)

We have a very long
waiting list,

so, unfortunately, our policy

about unauthorized absences
is very strict.

After three days, the
participant loses their spot.

Mr. Scott's been gone two days
already, so...

that leaves you less
than 24 hours.

I...
(sighs)

Thank you.

WOMAN:
Okay, honey.

All right, bye-bye.
(kisses)

Terry?

What are you doing here?

Terry, you're not supposed
to be here. You know that.

Terry. Terry, please.

Terry, no, no, don't. No, don't.

No, no, no, no.

(woman grunting)

Stop it. No... stop.
Terry, stop... aah!

(panting)

A restraining order?

I'll call the cops on you.
I swear.

- This was sent to me at my job,
- (screaming)

- In front of my clients,
- That's because you...

in front of my... You shut up!

You shut... up.

- Let go.
- Is this what you want?

You never opened the door...

- Where's your restraining order
now, huh? - UNSUB: Hey.

(woman gasping in fear)

Who the hell are you?

Take your hand off her neck.

Just go back to your cardboard
box, pal, all right?

This doesn't concern you.

I said beat it.

Whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Um, sir...
- (gunshot)

Wait! Wait!

(gunshots)

(crying)

Anything from Sita Patel?

The man who asked which way
the purse snatcher went

matches the description
of the UnSub.

- How'd it go at the gas station?
- Maybe it's just me,

but if I saw a person gunned
down and run over by a car

half a dozen times,

I'd remember it.

Let me guess:
Witnesses are drawing a blank.

It all happened so fast.

No surveillance cameras
at the gas station, either.

It's a high-crime area
and the victims were criminals.

The neighborhood
could be looking

at this as a problem solved.

There's been another shooting.

My ex grabbed my throat.

And the next thing I know,
this guy was in the yard.

And he shot Terry,
and he took off.

Can you describe the other guy?

No, everything happened so fast.

Coins were found scattered
all around the area.

Like somebody emptied
out their pockets?

I didn't notice.

So, when we analyze the coins,

we won't find trace evidence

of you or your ex on them?
No fingerprints?

Okay, yeah, I think Terry

may have thrown some coins

at the guy.

Well, when we get back
to the station,

you can help the police artist

- render a likeness.
- No.

Excuse me?

You have no idea
what it's been like.

The past two years,
I wake up every morning,

scared to death.

Terry was crazy violent,

and nobody'd do
a single thing about it.

He was issued
a restraining order.

Oh, yeah, you saw
how restrained he was.

Want to see what he did once?

I was cooking dinner,

he got mad and threw
scalding oil at me.

Did you press charges?

Terry told everyone
it was an accident.

That I dropped a frying pan.

The police would've
investigated, Madison.

Terry's Mr. Charity
Fund-raiser, all-around good guy

at the country club.

It was my word against his?

Please.

Give me a break.

But it's over now.

Thanks to that guy.

I hope you don't find him.

Whoever it was...

I hope he gets away.

♪♪

What the hell
are you doing here?

- We need to talk.
- I got nothing to say.

Now, get the hell out of here!

What are you gonna do,
Harrison, punch me?

Hit me over the head
with that lamp?

What happened?

(sighs) You came a long way for
nothing, that's what happened.

It's been a long time
since I've been in here.

What, 35 years? Maybe more?

Used to be a pinball machine
over there.

I see you're traveling light.

Packed what I needed.

Don't see anything else.

Like I said...
packed what I needed.

Do I need to search
this room for a weapon?

I did not come here
to blow my brains out, Dave.

How the hell did you know

- that I'd be here?
- (sighs): Educated guess.

No money, no car.

I figured you'd
find someplace...

cheap and familiar.

As you know, when we were
stationed at Pendleton,

we spent a lot of time here
before we shipped out.

So when I called and found out

that your old pal Pete
still owned this place...

The way you sniff people out,

I should've recommended you
to Recon Division

back in 'Nam.

The seal on that...
is not broken... you can check.

I haven't had a drop
in 14 months.

But you brought it along
just in case?

A person doesn't need
to pull the trigger

of a gun to kill himself.

Why, Harrison?

You were doing so well.

I got no answer for that.

I come to the end
of my road, Dave.

I'm just sorry you had
to come so far to see it.

(baby crying,
indistinct chatter)

(muffled rock music playing)

(muffled rock music continues)

MAN 1:
There's somebody at the door.

- (rock music playing)
- MAN 2: Go check.

MAN 1:
Yeah? Who is it?

- You know who it is.
- MAN 2: What's going on?

I don't know.
Looks like some older dude.

What's the problem, man?
We're busy in here.

Do you know who I am?

Hell, no.
Am I supposed to?

I know who you are.

Good for you.
Now, mosey your ass

back out of here.

I've been waiting
a long time for this.

- (grunts)
- Hey!

(rock music continues)

(grunts)

(rock music continues)

(rock music continues)

(gunshot)

(music stops)

Victims were
small-time meth dealers.

Been in and out of jail
for years.

What do you got?

Garcia patched in
the surveillance video

from the hallway camera.

That's our UnSub.

BLAKE: He walks straight
to the meth dealers' apartment.

That's consistent with his M.O.

Of targeting criminals.

But he stumbled
on the first victims by chance.

He sought these out.

- He's evolving. - Garcia's trying
to pull surveillance video

from the surrounding area.

We're looking for a two-tone SUV
with out-of-state plates.

He looked straight
into the camera.

Doesn't care who sees him.

ROSSI:
You should eat.

I'm not hungry.

Well, I'll save you
some kung pao beef.

It's a little chewy, but, uh...

"Early bird gets the worm,

but second mouse
gets the cheese."

No.

(chuckles)

Want to hear yours?
It's pretty good.

Those hills there.

What about 'em?

My son Thomas and his wife...

live on the other side
of those hills.

In Carlsbad.

The son you haven't spoken to
in a while.

19 years.

I called him out of the blue
the other day.

What did he say?

Hello.

Good-bye.

Don't call again.

That was the gist of it.

I got a grandson...

I didn't even know about, Dave.

(voice breaking):
I could hear him talking...

in the background.

(sniffles)

Grandson...

on the other side of the hill.

I ain't never gonna see him.

Well...

let's go, then.

No point.

Permission to state
the obvious, sir.

Oh, permission denied.

You spent the last of your money
to come down here.

That's not someone
who's throwing in the towel.

That's someone...

who wants another chance.

JJ:
I don"t know, Cruz.

We could be here
another day or two.

Look, just send me
a secure contact number,

and I'll get back. Um...

Okay, yeah.

(phone ringing)

Well, you tell him
Mommy misses him.

Talk to you soon.

HOTCH:
What have you got, Garcia?

GARCIA: As your gigantic brain
suspected, sir,

a two-tone SUV
with Florida plates

was parked across the street
from the apartment building.

HOTCH:
Were you able to pull a plate?

GARCIA: That SUV is registered
to a Clifford Walsh.

- Do you have an address?
- Nothing local.

Walsh moved out of the area
a long time ago.

Oh. And if you hate
sad stories as much as I do,

you should leave
the room right now,

'cause this one's super sad.

Ten years ago,
Walsh lost his wife

and his 14-year-old son

in a home invasion robbery.

- Here in Cleveland? - Yeah.
Uh, it looks like the motive

was stealing stuff.

Jewelry was taken
out of the home,

and there was an attempted
sexual assault on Mrs. Walsh.

Where was Walsh at the time
of the home invasion?

He was working
as a night supervisor

of a tool-and-die plant

in Strongville,
which is just outside the city.

- Did they get the killer?
- Yeah. Very next day.

Howard Clark, 18 years old.
High as a kite on meth

at the time of the attack.

He was only sentenced
to ten years in prison.

The meth angle's interesting.
Did Clark have any connection

with the victims
in the apartment?

(typing rapidly)

Yeah. He was buddies
with Dane Hendrix,

- one of the victims.
- Ten years.

That's awfully lenient
for a double homicide.

You think?
Maybe that's why Walsh

went into a total tailspin.

He started drinking,
quit his job,

moved to Florida.
He's been, like,

borderline homeless
for many, many years.

- When did he come back
to Cleveland? - Last week.

He cashed out
his meager savings account

and headed north.
Here is

what's interesting about
the timing of this, though.

Howard Clark, the guy
who killed Walsh's wife and son,

he was scheduled to be released

three months from now,
but he was killed

in a random prison fight
in the exercise yard,

the day before
Walsh left Florida.

Must have been the trigger...
Clark's death

stirred up all those memories.

And the memories
brought him back to Cleveland.

For what purpose?

The man we're looking for
is Clifford Walsh.

The photograph you have of him

- was taken last year.
- MORGAN: Walsh's family died

in a home invasion robbery
ten years ago.

The killer was
a man named Howard Clark.

Now, Clark"s
recent death in prison

may have triggered
Walsh"s spree.

JJ:
The first five murders

appear to be
opportunistic kills,

but all the victims
had criminal records

or a history of domestic
violence.

The shooting at
the meth apartment, however,

was premeditated and calculated.

One of the victims
was Dane Hendrix,

a friend of Howard Clark"s

at the time
of the home invasion.

REID: Targeting Hendrix
means Walsh might now be

trending towards more
mission-oriented behavior.

JJ: Walsh has no concerns
about keeping his identity

or movements secret.

MORGAN:
In some ways,

his recklessness works
in our favor.

He"s out in the open:
"Here I am,

- come and get me."
- But this is a man

who's lost his family and feels
he has nothing to lose.

He doesn't care
about repercussions,

which makes him the most
dangerous kind of spree killer.

Time is of the essence.

Thank you.

- Agent Hotchner?
- Yes, sir.

We found Walsh's vehicle.

"Forgive me, sweetheart.
I tried to make it right."

MORGAN:
Suicide note?

Walsh must have been
about to kill himself

when he saw the thugs
hassling the old men.

But he killed them instead.
Well, that makes sense.

The line between
suicidal and homicidal

ideation's pretty thin.

Look at this.

Is he counting something down?

The number sequence starts
at 3,553 and ends...

at 87.

See, Clark was killed
on January 14...

87 days before his scheduled
release date of April 11.

Working backwards and taking
into account

the 2008 and 2012 leap years,

3,553 days makes
the start of the countdown...

April 9, 2004, the exact day
Clark began his prison term.

So, Walsh was waiting
for Clark to be released

to take revenge on him.

And then, suddenly, the object
of his vengeance was gone.

But Walsh's need
for justice wasn't.

His revenge had simply found
another outlet.

We need to see if any cars
have been reported stolen

in the area in the last couple
of hours.

If Walsh is swapping out
vehicles,

it'd be the first indication

he's cared enough
to take evasive action.

Something else must be
on the menu.

Something important enough
that he can't risk being caught.

HOTCH: We need to figure out
who's next

on Walsh's list of targets.

You know, Walsh lost his wife
and his child.

He could be looking
to balance the books.

MORGAN:
Yeah, Clark did get

a light sentence.
Walsh might have a grudge

against the judge
or surviving jury members.

HOTCH:
Yeah, we need

to get those names,
as well as the defense attorney

and anyone who testified
on Clark's behalf.

Newspaper reports
at the time suggested

Clark might have had
an accomplice.

It was just a rumor,
but it was a persistent one.

Maybe it was Dane Hendrix,
the meth dealer?

HOTCH: No. He had a solid alibi

for the night
of the home invasion.

REID:
Clark always said he acted

- alone, but still...
- HOTCH: We need to locate

and get all of these people
into protective custody.

This ain't gonna work, Dave.

Wait here.

(sighs)

Can I help you?

- Thomas Scott?
- Yes?

My name is David Rossi.

I'm a friend of your father's.

Did he send you?

No.

All I'm asking
is a few minutes of your time.

May I come in?

Don't take this wrong,

but we've got nothing
to talk about.

Tommy...

Please.

BLAKE:
Nothing in Walsh's background

hinted at this type
of psychotic break.

Testimonials all refer to him
as a solid, loving family man.

Supported his wife

while she went through
a brief bout of depression.

When his son had problems
at school,

he took him to one of those
Expanded Horizon treks.

You know, the second intruder
theory has some validity.

JJ:
How so?

'Cause Walsh's wife
was athletic,

and his son played
Junior Varsity football.

Meaning it might have been hard
for Clark to subdue them both.

Especially if his faculties were
diminished by drugs at the time.

And the mother
and son were found

at opposite sides of the house.

You're right, Hotch.

Someone might have been
helping Clark.

(door creaks open and shut)

(doorbell rings)

Mr. Hines?

Yes. Can I help you
with something?

Do you know who I am?

No. Sorry.

I know who you are.

Look, I think you got
the wrong place, mister.

Whoa...

- I've been waiting a long time
for this. - HINES: I...

(Hines grunting,
shell casings clinking)

WOMAN: Geoffrey?
Geoffrey, what happened?!

(woman screams)

(indistinct,
overlapping chatter)

- MAN: Anything else?
- WOMAN: Cover the perimeter!

Victim is Geoffrey Hines.

He wasn't on our target list.

Does he have a connection
to Walsh or Clark?

Well, Garcia can't find one.

Hines and his wife moved
to Cleveland

from Hawaii last month.

What does his wife say?

Walsh came to the door,
said something to her husband,

and then just opened fire.

Something's off on this one.

Maybe Hines has a past
she doesn't know about.

Well, hopefully, that's it.

Why "hopefully"?

Because if there's truly
no connection here,

Walsh is devolving.

He's killing random people.

I know he put his life
on the line for this country.

I admire and I respect him
for that.

Unsung heroes.

A lot of good men come back
from combat damaged.

They deserve another chance.

Another chance.

Mr. Rossi,
when I was 12 years old,

my father told me he was never
going to drink again.

For the umpteenth time...

but I believed him.

I was a kid.

Then, one day, he takes me

and three of my friends
to Dodger Stadium.

I can still remember
the exact moment

the vendor put that first beer
in his hand.

Second inning,
Mickey Hatcher at the plate.

One ball, two strikes.

I saw that beer,
and I knew what was coming.

My father got so drunk,

my friend's parents had to come
pick us up and take us home.

Take me home.

I'm really sorry, Thomas.

Well, I could tell you ten
more stories just like that one.

This program my father's in...

hopefully, it makes him better,

but my son is not going through
the same humiliation

and disappointment that I did.

Look, I don't hate my father,
Mr. Rossi.

I don't not care about him.

I love him.

But I've got
to protect my family.

That's my priority.

All I ask...

is that you don't
take the possibility

of forgiveness off the table.

- Not yet.
- (footsteps approaching)

- WOMAN: Can I get you some more
tea, Mr. Rossi? - ROSSI: Oh.

No thank you, ma'am. I...
I really should be going.

He's outside, isn't he?

He's in the car.

I wish it were possible,
Mr. Rossi, but it isn't.

I've worked too hard to build a
good home for me and my family.

People can't build
without tools,

and tools are passed down to us
from others.

When you take in the life
you've built, Thomas,

and watch the life your son
will build for his own family,

remember that.

Knew I was crazy to hope.

I'm sorry, Harrison.

So, I guess that's it, then.

Your son is a fine young man.
You should be proud.

I am.

I just wish I could
tell him that to his face.

What now?

You tell me.

I could take you back
to the motel

and leave you with your vodka,

or, if I ignore every
speed limit sign between here

and Santa Monica, I could
get you back to New Directions

just under the wire.

Look, Harrison,

it took a long time to get
to this point with your son.

It's not gonna fix itself
overnight.

WOMAN (on TV):
...had previously served time

for intent
to distribute child pornography.

He now faces up
to 30 years on each count.

And on the international front,
60 people...

mostly women and children...
are believed dead

in a suicide bombing...

Enough of that depressing stuff.

It's Happy Hour,
for crying out loud.

Things won't change.

- Excuse me?
- (door opens)

The world.

There aren't enough bullets
to make things right.

Hey, you got that thing figured
out with your neighbor yet?

Ah, geez,
the doggie-doo wars.

I told you, that kid will never
pick up after his mutt

when he goes on my lawn, right?

- Yeah?
- Yesterday, it hits me.

I'm going about this all wrong.

It's not the kid's fault.
It's the parents' fault.

They never taught him
any better.

BARTENDER:
Well, did you go talk to them?

MAN:
Oh, I did better than that.

Last night,
I scooped up the dog poop,

walked next door,
and set it right down

on Mom and Dad's
welcome mat.

- (bartender laughs)
- "Mi caca es su caca."

BARTENDER:
That's great.

Take the problem
to their doorstep.

Go to the source.

This is strange.

The M.E. Reports
from the home invasion...

Teddy Walsh's wrists
were tightly bound,

but there were no
subdermal hematomas around

the deep ligature marks.

What do you see here?

REID:
Someone clinging to memories.

It's basically a shrine
to his wife.

More importantly,
what don't you see here?

His son.

- Exactly.
- Not a single photograph

or shred of memorabilia
about him.

And the suicide note was
addressed only to his wife.

(dials phone, line rings)

Garcia, you said
Teddy Walsh had gotten

into some trouble
at school, yes?

Yeah, nothing serious.

He stole a video game
from another kid's locker.

And that's why Walsh
took his son

- on the Expanded Horizons hike?
- Uh-huh, that's right.

And Expanded Horizons takes
people out in groups, yes?

- GARCIA: Yes, sir.
- Okay, can you find out

the names of the
other participants

on that specific trek?

Let me see.

Oh, Lordy Lord.

Howard Clark and father.

Walsh and Clark
were on that hike together.

I think we just found
Clark's accomplice.

REID: Walsh's own son.

REID: We haven"t found
the connection with

the jogger yet,
but every victim of Walsh's

has been associated
with criminal behavior.

Only the guilty deserve to die.

Except today started with
Walsh ready to die himself...

- he wrote a suicide note.
- Because he was guilty, too.

His own son was complicit
in the death of his wife.

Garcia.

- Talk to me.
- Are Howard Clark's parents

- still in the Cleveland area?
- Uh, father died five years ago,

heart attack.
Mother... yup.

Helen Clark.
Sending her address now.

HOTCH:
You said earlier that Walsh

might want to balance the books.
There'd only be one person

to provide that kind
of payback.

Another parent.

Mrs. Clark.

You know who I am, don't you?

Yes.

Then you know why I'm here.

Am I going to die tonight?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm afraid you are.

(siren wailing)

Howard Clark's mother
won't answer.

The two boys
probably hatched the plan

when they met
on the hiking trip.

Teddy knew where
his mother kept the jewels

and when his father
would be gone.

Except Clark shows up
high on meth,

tries to rape the mother,
Teddy fights back

and Clark kills
the both of them.

And that explains the lack
of subdermal hematomas

on Teddy's wrists... he was
killed first, then tied up.

Geoffrey Hines,
the jogger who got shot...

Garcia found a connection.
It's not who he was.

It's where he was.

Your son doesn't look like
much of a killer there.

Neither did my son, though.

What are you talking about?

My son Teddy was in on it.

Not the killing part,

but he made it happen.

I got a picture, too.

This is my wife Emma.

Look at it.

I'm so sorry.

If I had been a better dad...

and you'd been a better mom...

Oh...

It's too late for "what ifs."

We can't blame ourselves
for what happened that night.

No?

I watched you in the courtroom
when you testified

for your son...

defending the murderer
of my family?

I'm a mother.

No matter what happens in this
world, a child has the right

to know there is somebody
who will stand up for them.

Even if they're
a cold-blooded killer?

The drugs had taken over my boy.

I know my son.

And what happened
that evening...

that wasn't who he was.

I thought I knew my son, too.

Emma tried to warn me.

That he needed help.

Small things.

I didn't listen.

Mrs. Clark,

do you think we're reunited
with loved ones after death?

Yes.

I do.

I wish I did.

(sniffles)

Huh.

It's just a way
for the living...

to cope with loss.

I guess we'll both find out
soon enough, won't we?

Are you scared?

I think about fear a lot.

Try to imagine what Emma
must have felt

- in those final moments.
- (loud crash)

- (gun cocks)
- Clifford Walsh, FBI.

Put the weapon on the table.

- No.
- Slowly lower it.

- Helen hasn't harmed anyone.
She's innocent. - Wrong.

- I don't hurt the innocent.
- Wrong. You already have.

Who? The thugs in the park?
The meth dealers?

The guy that was
choking his wife?

You're forgetting
about the jogger.

Hines?

Let me tell you about him.

When Hines worked at the DA's
office, Clark's father used

his influence to have
evidence suppressed.

Evidence...

that would have sent my
wife's killer to jail for life.

The former employee
at the DA's Office

was Morton Hines;
six months ago,

he sold that house
to his brother Geoffrey.

That was the man you killed.

No.

That was the place. I checked.

Geoffrey Hines was innocent,
Clifford, and you murdered him.

He left behind
a wife and three kids.

When I saw the sun
come up this morning,

I knew it was
gonna be my last time.

Mrs. Clark...

I hope you're right.

- (gunshot)
- (screaming)

♪ Well, the road is wide...♪

ROSSI:
How was your night?

All squared away.

I talked to my boss at work,

he's gonna let me keep my job.

Great.

Sounds like
a broken record, but...

...thanks again, for everything.

Just focus on controlling
what you can.

The rest of it'll
fall into place.

Right.

♪ 'Cause the sun is low♪

All right.

♪ And I yet have still
so far to go♪

One more thing.

That fortune cookie
of mine back at the motel...

what'd it say?

Oh, yeah. Um...

"Be careful to avoid extravagant
purchases this month."

(laughs)

Yeah, well, I think
I can manage that one.

Well, then I'll count
the pistol you gave me

as being part of last month.

I'll check in with you
when I'm back in Washington.

Right.

♪ Though I think
it's the same one again♪

♪ But I'm thinking about
my only friend♪

♪ So I'll find my way home♪

♪ 'Cause when I need
to get home♪

♪ You're my
guiding light♪

♪ You're my guiding light♪

♪ When I need to get home♪

♪ You're my guiding light♪

ROSSI: "Forgiveness
does not change the past,

but it does
enlarge the future."

Paul Boese.

You have any plans tonight?

Uh, does sleep count as a plan?

I'm going to a Korean
film festival in Georgetown.

You can come with me,
if you want.

A lot of the entries
probably aren't subtitled yet,

but I can do a simultaneous

whisper translation
while we watch.

Sounds fun.

I'm really tired.

(speaking Korean)

(line ringing)

(grunts)

(muffled cries)
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