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[Siren]

[Indistinct chatter]

Hey, let's go, let's go,
come on, keep up, Rook.

Yes, sir.

Pop quiz.
What are the 3 smells.

That give away
methamphetamine production?

Uh, ammonia, ether,
and...

Poop. Usually human,
not always.

And don't spill your coffee unless
you want the roaches

to come out and ask
if it's French roast.

He had these fangs.
I saw him--I saw-- I see demons...

What about her?

Never take statements
from people speaking in tongues.

Oh, yeah. Only a strung-out
street level crank slinger would do this.

Would he also do that?

Well, that's new.

But given the range
of OCD behaviors

of your average meth addict/
slash/manufacturer,

it's not completely crazy
either.

There's no visible wounds.

This junkie OD'd on his own
supply, case closed.

No, Detective.
This man was murdered.

Who the hell are you?

SSA David Rossi with
the behavioral analysis unit.

I think your captain told you
we'd be coming by.

He might have. Isn't there supposed
to be a whole team of you?

Yeah. We're a little
short-handed right now.

What's that?

That's our unknown subject's
first kill from two days ago.

Rook: Same face paint.

I don't think so.

If that was in my city,
I'd have heard about it.

It didn't happen here.
It happened in Albany, New York.

Albany? So this guy
traveled all the way

from Albany to here?
Why?

We'll have to answer that
question with our profile.

Profile. [Chuckles]
Wonderful.

Look, Agent, your telling me this
perp has mommy issues

isn't gonna help me
close this thing.

Couldn't agree with you more,
because this guy

doesn't have mommy issues,
and if he did,

he'd probably
be killing women.

What else can you
tell about him?

What else can we tell
about him?

This is his.

You two together,
I take it?

SSA Derek Morgan.

How do you know?
There's needles everywhere.

Miss, would you use this?

No. That would blow out
my delicate varicose veins.

Thank you, sweetheart.

This syringe is far too big
to shoot up with.

The unsub definitely
left it behind.

Now, if we're lucky, we might be able
to get some DNA off of it,

but this guy's so good,
I doubt we're gonna get that lucky.

Detective, unless
you have any objection,

we've asked your captain
to transport the corpse

back to the FBI crime lab
in Quantico.

Be my guest, but you
haven't told us

how we're we're gonna
catch this guy.

You don't. He most likely
has already left the state.

Then who does?

Yeah.
Is it the same unsub?

Two kills on two coasts
in two days.

This guy's on a mission.
He's not gonna rest until he completes it.

Then neither will we.

But we're down
two profilers.

Our 5 brains against
his one. My money's still on us.

Let's get to work.

Woman: Hello?

Hello?

[Weapon cocks]

It's just me.

I was told
to give this to you.

Can I go now?

[Gasps]

[Crying] Please...

Jesus help me.

[Crying]

♪ Criminal Minds 10x02 ♪
The Job
Original Air Date on September 30, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Hotch: "Pleasure in the job

puts perfection in the work."

Aristotle.

We know for a fact that victim
number one was bound and gagged,

but it doesn't look
like number two was.

Windows in both
residences were tampered with,

so he knows how to get
in and out undetected.

Ok, that's impressive
because aluminum foil is super crinkly.

I'm sorry, I'm not a profiler,
I'm doing my best.

No, it's a fair point.
He snuck up on a tweaker

who probably hadn't slept
in a couple of days.

M.O. said this guy's
good at hunting.

Cause of death?

Cardiac arrest,
but Dr. Mertz

in the crime lab
can't pin down how.

He might hide it
under the face paint.

What we're assuming
is ritual

could be a forensic
countermeasure.

Rossi: What do we know
about the face paint?

Traditional greasepaint
used by clowns,

but applied to resemble
a pulcinella.

Oh, I totally know
what that is,

but I'm gonna Google it
in case someone else doesn't.

Sorry. The clown archetype
that we recognize today

actually leads back
to a 16th Century

stage tradition
called commedia Dell'arte,

where actors wore masks
to resemble their characters.

The pulcinella was the trickster character,
usually without a voice.

He used a horn
to make funny noises.

Maybe the victims
tricked him

and he's remaking them
in death

how he saw them in life.

So this is a vendetta
by the unsub and not a compulsion.

[Cell phone vibrating]

It's gonna make this guy
really hard to profile.

All right, Dave,
keep working victimology.

Morgan, stay on the M.O.
and, Reid, did deeper into the ritual.

I'll be right back.

Hey. How you feeling?

Good. Good.

He just fell asleep,
and Will's with Henry,

so, I just wanted
to reach out.

Well, if I remember
correctly, mom,

you're supposed to sleep
when the baby does.

Right.

Look, it's hard
knowing that cases

are still coming in
and I'm not there.

Do you want me
to come back?

Do you want
to come back?

Yes. Just...

[Baby gurgles]

Not right now.

Honestly, the jump
from one kid to two is...whew.

JJ, take your time.
We're all doing jobs

we don't normally do,
but we'll manage.

You sure
you don't need me?

We do need you, it's just
your family needs you more.

Your job will be here
when you're ready.

Thank you.

Sure. And keep sending
the baby pictures, ok?

Well, as Penelope says,
already sent.

Bye.

Yes?
[Knock on door]

Sir, shall I send in
the first--

Uh, no, Anderson, I want
to talk to the whole group.

Can I have everyone's
attention, please.

The BAU is working
an active case,

so this interview process
may take some time.

Does anyone need to return
to their field office?

No, sir.
Mm-mmm.

Good. Dr. Lewis,
we'll start with you.

Absolutely.

This way.

Have a seat, Dr. Lewis.

Thank you.
And you can call me Tara.

The only person that calls
me Dr. Lewis is my father,

and that's only when he's bragging
and/or drunk.

So your A.D. on the
San Francisco field office

says that you're the best field agent
he's ever worked with.

I think forensic psychologists tend to
stand out at the Bureau.

Other agents like it
when I make sure

the bad guys
they've arrested

are actually found
competent to stand trial.

How did you do that
with Herzog?

He was a tough nut to crack
in our prison interviews.

But then I thought, why not take on
the affect of his wife?

Facial expressions,
voice patterns, cadence.

Once I did that, he told me everything
I needed to know,

specifically,
that he was not crazy.

Well, you're the only
applicant

with this much clinical
evaluative experience,

but it's not really relevant
to what we do here.

Look, I get it.
Interviewing a serial killer

from the safety
of a prison cell

isn't the same
as hunting them, right?

It's just a different
skill set.

That's why I'm here.
For 12 years I've studied these men

after they were caught.
Now I want to catch them.

Just tell me what you need in a profiler,
Agent Hotchner.

[Cell phone vibrates]

I need you to wait
a few minutes.

I'll be right back.

I can wait.

It took me two victims
to make sure

I was seeing what
I was seeing and not going crazy.

You found trace elements
of a drug in their blood?

Not a drug,
and not trace elements.

A lot of it.

Corn syrup solids,
soy fiber,

medium-chain triglycerides.

Is that a nutritional
supplement?

The kind you drink.
Only he injects them with it.

Under the face paint,
as you thought.

The syringe you found
was his murder weapon.

So once he injects it,
it causes a massive embolism, right?

An agonizing one.

It's like injecting cement.

It could take up to an hour
before they die.

All right, so play this out for me.
Who would drink this stuff?

Senior citizens.
Anyone having trouble nutritionally.

Somebody who can't eat
solid foods.

Absolutely.

Well, this doesn't
clear up much.

Vic number one
was a divorced dad

who got custody
of his kids.

And number two was
the local drug supplier.

So if the question is,
what connects these two guys,

the answer is, nothing.

And we never would have
made the connection

if it weren't for
the face paint.

Which begs the question,
why do it at all?

To taunt us,
feel superior.

It's obviously a message,
and my assumption is

that it has something
to do with the mouth,

'cause look at this.

The colors of the pulcinella
are oddly inverted.

Traditionally the character
has a black face but a white jaw.

He's painting it
the other way around.

You said that this
character

was the precursor
to today's clown

because he couldn't
speak, right?

Yeah, that's right.

So, he was also
the first mime, too.

Very much so.

Which means...

Oh.

Oh!

He has a feeding port
in his stomach?

The nutritional supplement
that Dr. Mertz found in both victims

would be ideal for someone
who couldn't eat normally.

So if the unsub sustained
an injury to the jaw,

it would also suggest
that he's unable to speak.

Hence the pulcinella mask.
It's his way of communicating.

Ok, so what
is he trying to say?

Well, let's work our way
back to that based on what we know.

We know this guy travels
thousands of miles in two days.

So, he probably doesn't sleep.

He's able to sneak into
a suburban house

or a drug den undetected.

He overwhelms his victims
silently and then injects them.

And then as they lay there
dying over the course of an hour,

he simply sits over them and
leaves them a highly symbolic message,

but it's a precise message.

His victims are seizing up
right in front of him,

but this guy does not miss
a brush stroke.

This is a man who's been around
death before. It doesn't faze him.

Who else would leave
this type of message?

Drug cartels.

Cutting the tongues
out of snitches

and the hands
off of thieves.

The mafia, sleeping
with the fishes and all that.

He's a contract killer.

Only a hit man
would be this good,

but his message--
it's not for us.

It's for his customers.

[Breathing hard]

Please,
please don't do this.

I don't know--I don't know
what you're talking about.

Why are you
doing this to me?

That--that wasn't me.

I would never--
I wouldn't do that.

We had a deal.
I respected that deal.

You have to believe me.

[Groaning] No.

[Groaning]

[Muffled screaming]

Your body was made for

[Cell phone rings]

What have you got, Garcia?

Sir, I am in the middle of my trademark
top to tail background check

on our dearly departed
Brian Taylor.

Thus far he is
spectacularly normal.

No suspicious behavior,
no unsavory vices.

What about financials?
Contract killings

usually involve
some sort of unpaid debt.

Oh, yeah, I checked that, too.

Uh, he put $40,000
in an escrow.

Maybe he got killed

trying to be
upwardly mobile?

When was the escrow
set up?

Uh...two months ago.

Someone in Taylor's life
died exactly two months ago.

Who was that?

That would be his father.

And there was some
animosity between them.

Uh, let me check on that.

Oh.

He was emancipated
from his dad.

He claimed sexual abuse.
It was never proven.

Sir, how did you know that?

Because 40,000 wouldn't get Taylor
a down payment in this neighborhood,

but it is a competitive
rate for a hit man.

Hold up. Are you saying
our Brian Taylor's not so normal

because he hired
a hit man?

I think all
of our victims did.

We need to deliver
the profile.

Right. Sir, uh, to who
are we gonna deliver it to?

To the agents who want
to join the BAU.

We'll use our shorthandedness
to our advantage.

C-cool.

The unsub that we're looking for
is a contract killer

who is doubling back
to kill his former customers.

This man is highly skilled
and well-trained.

Under no circumstances
should he be engaged without back-up.

So is this a case of organized
crime tying up loose ends?

Organized crime's got
nothing to do with this,

at least not in
the traditional sense.

In 2013, the Bureau took down
the Silk Road network.

Our initial assumption
was that it was an encrypted

online market for illegal drugs,
which it was,

but upon further inspection,
we were stunned

at the breadth of goods
and services being traded online.

Weapons, child porn,
even hit men.

Hotch: And the payment scheme
was escrow based,

in which the buyer would
put down half as a deposit

and the other half when
the seller delivered.

Morgan: We've now confirmed
that all 3 victims

hired the unsub
over the past year

through a similar
escrow system.

So why is he killing
his old clients?

Hotch: Hit men don't leave a
message unless you pay them to.

The exception is to leave
a warning for customers or competitors.

Reid: This unsub suffered
some sort of injury

to his jaw or voice,
most likely as a result

of something
these customers did.

The pulcinella mask
is his statement on revenge and justice--

betray the oath between
customer and contractor

and you pay the price.

Now, normally a man with this
kind of defect would attract attention.

The fact that he hasn't
indicates that he has deep pockets

and a network of resources
at his disposal.

Hotch: Share this profile with your
local divisions and with law enforcement.

Search for escrow payments
to match the unsub to his clients.

One of those clients
will be his next target.

Thank you.

Hey, Al.

Yeah?

I'm heading out.

Hey, oh, whoa, whoa.

Did you finish that engine
transfer on that Jeep?

I will tomorrow.

Come on, don't dilly-dally.

That guy calls,
it's your ass I gotta kick.

Wasn't it Bob's ass
last week?

Al's garage. I decide
whose ass to kick.

Hey, be sure to lock up!

Don't be a smart-ass.
You lock up.

[Door opens and closes]

[Loud thud]

What was that?

Hello?

Unh!

Hey, hey, speedy,
slow your roll.

I am slow.
That is the problem.

Ok, you definitely
don't have to beat me up.

Just use your words
and talk to me.

Ok, do you remember 2001?
Not the movie, the year.

Everyone was illegally
downloading free music off of Napster?

I have no idea
where this is going, but sure.

The government shuts it down,

but that doesn't stop
the online sharing world.

It just goes deeper
underground.

And you have the same headache
on your hands trying to find this guy.

You understand me.
Come here.

I'm following the digital
breadcrumbs,

but because the problem
is this Silk Road bust

made online hit men
and drug dealers

that much better at hiding.

Ok, take this, for instance.
It's the dummy corporation

the unsub uses for his escrow,
and he never goes to the same place twice.

'Cause we would track it
to him.

Right. And this is where I go
into the very bad spinning out place.

What if there's a whole
network of professional killers out there?

Then we'll get 'em.

How? How are you gonna profile
a bunch of ones and zeroes.

We'll try.
We all have to do jobs

that we don't
normally do, right?

Come on, now, Garcia,
what if we look at the paper trail

from the opposite
direction?

Walk me through it.

Ok. Cast a wide net
over the past 6 months.

Look for anyone who's
ever set up an escrow.

Well, I already did that.
The numbers are astronomical.

Ok, but did you eliminate
the reputable corporations?

The whole point is
it's fly by night, right?

Mm-hmm, and because of
the housing market crash,

there's still
a ton out there.

We also have insider
trader information.

The unsub charges
40k a hit.

Oh. Ho, that brings
the numbers way down.

I got 16 across the country.

Ok. The way this operates

is the customer puts half down when
he places the order

and the other half
when the job is done.

Ok. So two payments
of 20,000 each.

I don't believe it.
We found our next victim.

See? Who says we can't
profile the ones and zeroes?

And he's in Baltimore.
That's right next door.

And we're gonna
get there first.

Nobody does it like
you and me, baby girl.

Thank you.

That never gets old.

[Grunting]

[Cell phone vibrating]

[Grunting]

[Muffled screaming]

[Sirens]

Gentlemen, Captain Wilson,
Baltimore SWAT.

How do you want
to do this, Captain?

We'll breach and clear.

When it's locked down,
the site is yours.

Sound good?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Police!

Don't shoot!
Do not shoot!

Come out with your hands up.

That's gonna be real hard,
real hard. Look!

What's that you got
in your hands?

Grenade!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Drop it!

Drop it! Drop it!
I can't drop it!

I can't!
Put your weapons down!

Put your weapons down.

You mean that literally,
don't you?

You can't drop it.

Yeah!

What did he use?
What did he use?!

Over there.

It's dried and set
and he glued over the pin.

Do you have any acetone?

It's not gonna work.
It's not gonna work.

Reid, he's right.
This is industrial acrylic.

It holds car parts
together.

Captain:
Bomb squad's 10 minutes out.

I'm gonna take out my men
and set up a perimeter.

Maybe we can still
box this guy in.

We're staying.

All right, we're going
block to block, gentlemen.

You gotta
do something, ok?

We will, we will,
but you need to stay still.

Stay still.

He--he pulled the pin.
I'm holding down this clamp here,

but my hand is cramping,
so you--just do something, all right?!

Morgan, 4 cars.

What about them?

Each car has a battery,
right?

Each battery has
an electrolyte solution

of 62% water,
38% sulfuric acid.

Why not?
But, Reid, that's not gonna work.

Because the acrylic
will still stay bonded to the metal.

Absolutely true, but it will also create
a saponification effect

on his flesh. The grenade will literally
slide out of his hand

like a wet bar of soap.

Of course there will be
an intense burning sensation

on the skin, and the smell
will be horrendous.

You can't--you're not burning my hands!
You're not gonna do it!

Hey, listen, pal.
Stay still!

You got yourself
into this mess,

so unless you got
a better idea, just shut up.

I don't understand.
I just need to get through.

What's the situation here?

I'm trying to get home.
I've had a long day.

You check the trunk?

All right, well, let
the lady go home.

All right,
let her through.

Someone's gotta hold
the grenade while this thing is--right?

That's my job.

This is gonna hurt,
but you'll survive.

Is everybody ready?

Yeah. Just watch
your end, kid.

All right, my hand's
on the lever.

All right, I need you
to help me pull.

Yeah.

[Screaming]

I've got it.

Here. We safe, Rossi?

Yeah, we're good.

The lever's st--

Run!

You guys ok?
Anyone hurt?

You ok?

[Coughing]

[Retching]

Yeah, he's fine.

So here's
what I figured out.

You tell me
what I got wrong.

One--you set up an escrow
and two days later your fiancee died.

Two--the man who killed her
just tried to blow us all up tonight.

How am I doing so far?

Hey!

I don't take kindly
to being blown up.

It actually pisses me off.

If you help me
with number two,

I might help you
with number one.

What do you want to know?

Who is he?
I don't know.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Who else is he going after?

I don't know.

I'll see you
at sentencing.

Hey.

Anonymity was the whole point.

Online names,
encrypted emails.

But for some reason
he kept tabs on me.

I didn't say quit talking.

The whole thing started
about a month after...You know.

I noticed the camera on my computer
would turn itself on.

Then I'd get these weird facetime calls
with no caller I.D.

That's called nerves. That's what happens
when you kill somebody.

I couldn't take that chance.

So I reached out
to another guy,

a friend of mine,
to take care of it.

Not quite the same level
of professionalism,

but...good enough.

At least I thought.

[Laughs]

Let me
get this straight.

You put a hit on a hit man.
But you went cheap.

I didn't have a lot of money left over.
You know what I'm saying?

So I pretended to be
a new customer,

telling our Internet friend
I needed a job done.

Only it was a setup.

He was never supposed
to see it coming,

much less know who it was.

This setup,
where did it happen?

Atlantic City.

Ok, so, a week ago,

this guys stumbles into
the Atlantic City E.R.,

having been shot in the jaw.

Can't give them his name 'cause
of the whole shot in the mouth thing.

But his fingerprints lit up the Rome police
database like a Christmas tree.

Italian. That explains
the pulcinella influence.

Yeah. They were able
to get a name-- Giuseppe Montolo,

but by the time
Jersey P.D. got there,

Montolo had been patched up
and made his escape.

And now he's on some type
of payback gig.

He has no idea
who double-crossed him,

so now he's killing every customer that he
suspects might have done it.

I tried to use Al's username and password
to flush out other clients,

but they don't call it
the Darknet for nothing.

Then we let it go. We're not going to
catch him that way.

What other way
is there?

Montolo changed his M.O.
drastically with the last victim.

He went from up close
and personal to collateral damage.

Al blows himself up
or we kill him.

Either way it's a win-win.

If he made that dramatic
a shift, it was a mistake.

That's how we catch him.

You're--you're leaving?

All right, then let's
do this old school.

Morgan, you took Al’s
confession.

Walk us through it
like you're the unsub.

I got my victim
on the ground,

and I have the syringe
in my hand.

I have total control over him.
This is my moment.

I'm gonna make him pay
for what he did.

But Al said he got a text.

[Cell phone vibrating]

I don't like what I see.

Now I have to
change my plan.

What was on that text?

Someone tipped him off.

He wouldn't deviate
that much otherwise.

But that would mean that--

We have a mole.

There's a lot of new faces
around here want to join the BAU.

I don't think
it's a federal agent.

I think it's someone
in local law enforcement.

Based on what?
The clock.

According to Al,
the unsub left

5 minutes
before we showed up.

That's a narrow window.

Too narrow for him
to wait around for an embolism,

but he had to figure out
a way to deal with his last victim.

Montolo changed his M.O.
at the last moment

because he learned about us
at the last moment.

So the last on to hear
the cavalry was coming in the Judas.

That means a local cop.

Or SWAT. You said
Wilson pulled his men off the scene?

He said he wanted to box
the unsub in.

But maybe he really
wanted to ensure he got out.

We profiled that the unsub
would have support and resources.

An ally in SWAT
would give him both.

We go after a captain,
we need more than a profile,

we need proof.

The security perimeter
they set up,

they would have recorded
every license plate-- Garcia.

Yes, sir.

Ok.

Cross-referencing
last name Wilson.

Uh, ok.
I got a Ford Taurus.

It is registered
to Betty Wilson,

wife of Captain Phil Wilson.

Quite a plan
these 3 have.

All right, let her through.

He waved his own wife
through the checkpoint.

And she secured
the hit man's escape.

Montolo has them both
working under duress.

Wilson has to be a customer.

Which means
he's also a target.

You ok?

I think it's gonna be ok.
I think he's gone.

[Cocks weapon]
What?

Where are we going?

All right,
let's get the job done.

[Crying] Jesus...

Rossi: FBI!

[Indistinct]

No...

Where's your husband?

Betty, where's Phil?

I don't know!

He left with...

With the hit man he hired.
We know everything.

No, you don't.

Phil didn't hire him.

I did.

Hotch: You ready?

Almost. Setting up
caller I.D. Spoofing and...

Dialing.

Ok, all you have to say is,
"It's me. Can you talk?"

And I'll take it from there.

[Line ringing]

It's Betty.

[Ring]

[Beep]

Hey, babe.

It's me. Can you talk?

Yeah.

[Whispering]
Not on speaker.

Captain, this is
Aaron Hotchner with the FBI.

We're going to get you
out of this.

Just drive normally
and follow my prompts.

Can you talk?
Yes, it's fine, or not right now.

Yeah, it's fine.

Did you enter the address
in the map apps on your phone?

Yeah, I took care of it.

We're getting the address
from your phone, sir.

My team is going to
beat you there.

You're gonna drive him
straight to us.

No, I--just let me
run this errand

and then I can come home.

Sir, you are the last errand.

He's going to kill you.

I gotta go, baby.

[Beep]

3 years ago,
I had two miscarriages,

back to back,
just like that.

My O.B. prescribed
painkillers,

and after a while...

You were taking them
just to feel normal.

My...dealer wanted me
to do things.

He wouldn't leave me alone.

That's when I read about
Silk Road.

I could buy the drugs
anonymously, and...

And more than that.

So you hired Montolo
to kill the dealer.

Did Phil know about
any of that?

I kept it all a secret,

until he showed up
at our door.

Then I didn't have a choice.

When I told Phil...

He said he still loved me.

God, I'm so sorry.

[Crying]

You get all that?

Yeah. Relay that
to Morgan and Reid.

As soon as Montolo lands,
he's gonna kill Wilson.

There'll be no time
to intercept or talk him down.

Morgan: It's a perfect
place for a hit.

Almost there.

[Cocks weapon]

Hey, hey, calm down.

[Ringing]

Oh, dear. Uh, Captain Wilson
is calling us.

He's calling home, but--
I can try to fake it. I don't know...

All right, everyone quiet.
Stay off your phones.

No one make a sound.

Lewis, you're up.

[Ring]

H-hello?

Hey, babe.

What is it?
Is everything ok?

Yeah, I just--

Sorry for snapping
at you earlier.

Hotch.

He just landed.

Phil?

Just do what you need
to do and get home, ok?

I will.

Sweetie, I can hear it
in your voice. What is it?

Morgan, do you have a shot?

Do you have a visual?

Hotch, this is negative.
Wilson's in the way.

Honey, talk to me, baby.

Tell me where
your head is at.

This whole thing, I never meant for
any of this to happen.

I know. I'm so, so sorry
about all of it,

but just keep your head down
and we'll get through this.

Ok?

Do you hear me, baby?

Just keep your head down.

[Gunshots]

Morgan: Go! Go!

Drop the gun, Captain.

No.

[Gunshots]

[Grunting]

You're under arrest.

It was all me.
Betty had nothing to do with this.

We already know
it was both of you, Phil.

But you did what you did
out of love.

And Betty's only hope
for leniency

is if you testify
on her behalf.

All right?
So don't abandon her.

Not when she needs you
the most.

[Cell phone rings]

It's Reid. Reid, what happened?
What happened? What happened?

We got both of them.

Alive.

[Gasps] Yes!

Good work.
We'll see you back here.

Look, I just want to say,
even if I don't get the position

that this was the best
job interview ever.

Penelope Garcia.

You're marvelous.

She's marvelous.

Agent Lewis, I believe
I asked you to wait

and that was about
36 hours ago.

It was completely worth it.

Maybe we could have
that sit-down now?

Yes. 2 a.m. is my jam.

Sir?

Yes.

Do I have to organize
the other applicants to follow her?

No, you can tell them
the position's been filled.

"Courage is grace
under pressure."

Ernest Hemingway.

Give me a minute,
all right?

I know you're awake.

You can't talk
and that's fine by me,

because right now
I want you to listen.

You made a real big mistake
when you tried to kill me.

Because I'm not about
to let you go.

I know there's
more of you out there,

but you'd best believe
that me and my team will not rest

until we take every last one of you
sons of bitches down.

And you're gonna help me,
Giuseppe,

whether you want to or not.

[Handcuff rattles]

What, you want to write?

The Dirty Dozen.

What's this? This what
you call yourselves?

This is who you're
gonna kill next.

Hey, what are you doing?
What are you doing?

Hey! What are you--
stop doing that! Stop doing that!

I said stop!
Stop doing that!

[Breathing hard]

You'll never stop us.

[Gasping]

Nurse: What's
going on in here?

Oh, my God,
what did you do to him?

I didn't do anything.
He did this to himself!

He was trying
to hurt himself!

Out! Out!

Out!
I didn't do anything to him!

[Gasping and choking]

[Groaning]

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