CSI: Cyber (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 8 - Selfie 2.0 - full transcript

My name is Avery Ryan.

I was a victim of cyber crime.

Like you, I posted
on social media,

checked my bank account
balance online,

even kept the confidential files

of my psychological practice
on my computer.

Then I was hacked,
and as a result,

one of my patients was murdered.

My investigation into her death
led me to the FBI,

where I joined a team
of cyber experts

to wage a war against
a new breed of criminal



hiding on the Deep Web...

infiltrating our daily lives
in ways we never imagined...

...faceless...

nameless...

lurking inside our devices,

just a keystroke away.

♪ ♪

Ripped By mstoll

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

(siren whoops)

My wife and I found the body
when we were hiking off trail.

Our dog Stella was actually
the one who sniffed it out.

Based on the cold temperatures
and the blowfly colonization,

I'd say she's been out here
a while. Maybe a month or so.



Highway's just up ahead.
Could be a body dump.

SIFTER:
According to dental records,

her name is Elizabeth Marks
from Syracuse, New York.

Age 20.

Went missing two years ago.

How did she end up
in the Cyber Division?

Ever hear the saying
"Dead men tell no tales"?

Well, dead women
don't do updates.

Elizabeth Marks
has been deceased

for at least a month or two,

but her FriendAgenda page
is still being updated

as we speak.

Her most recent post,
uh, about an hour ago.

"We just bought a flat together
outside of Paris.

"Can't wait to nest
and maybe pump out some babies.

Oui! Oui!"

Where's the missing
person's report?

There isn't any.

Her parents
never declared her missing.

I just got off the phone
with them.

Now, to hear them tell it,
they were convinced

Elizabeth just ran off.

RYAN: According to
Elizabeth Marks' parents,

they never had
a close relationship.

Elizabeth stopped
contacting them

a little over two years ago.

Now, I want to read
her FriendAgenda posts

from before the abduction,

so let's go back
two and a half years.

KRUMITZ:
Here you go.

Elizabeth Marks says,
"I hate when men..."

Let me see another one
from that same time,

two and a half years ago.

"Okay, I am convinced
I am cursed."

Now fast-forward
to after the abduction,

more recent posts.

I want to see
if the language changes.

"Hooray!"

Now let's see her latest post.

"Hip, hip, hooray!"

So whoever's updating
her FriendAgenda account

has definitely
changed the language

from negative to positive.

Positive language paints

the picture of a brand-new life.

Why abduct a girl and keep her
alive on her social network?

To throw the dogs off the scent.

Look, all the messaging
post-abduction basically says,

"I am no longer
available to you."

The target knows
that no law enforcement's

gonna track Elizabeth

all the way to
a foreign country, so...

this tactic keeps everybody
who cares about her away.

Well, it worked.

Elizabeth Marks' parents
believed

that she left for good.

RYAN:
We don't believe it.

Now whoever's behind this

- is gonna have to deal with us.
- (phone ringing)

Mundo.

Great. Be right there.

A, Dr. Ortega has
Elizabeth Marks' body uploaded.

Thought you might
want to see this.

Isolate chest
of Elizabeth Marks.

Multiple stab wounds,
seven in total.

Reload Marks again.

Isolate wrists and ankles.

Woven bone.

Bumpy texture
in the soft tissue and muscle

means that she was restrained
for quite some time.

Saw this all the time with POWs.

Okay, based on the bone growth,

how long do you think
she was held

- against her will?
- Well, I mean, she was

missing for 24 months.

Dead one, two months.

I mean, I'd say

- 18 months?
- That sounds about right.

That's just the beginning.

Reload Marks.

Isolate lower back.

I also thought you two should
take a look at this.

What is that?

RYAN:
Well, the tattoo's crude.

It's not the work
of a professional.

Maybe the target
assigned her a number.

Why are two of
the three numbers crossed out?

RYAN: The seven and six
are crossed out.

Could be a numerical progression
of some sort.

Maybe a ranking system.

The nature
of this type of marking

is it's the target's way
of branding her his own.

What are we looking at here, A?

Abduction is about possession.

An abductor's sole mission
is to protect what he possesses.

The target didn't intend
to kill her.

And because he dumped
her body in the woods

like a piece of trash,
you can be certain

he will replace her
with another girl.

♪ I know you've deceived me,
now here's a surprise ♪

♪ I know that you have, 'cause
there's magic in my eyes ♪

♪ I can see
for miles and miles ♪

♪ I can see for miles
and miles ♪

♪ I can see
for miles and miles ♪

♪ And miles... ♪

♪ Oh, yeah. ♪

Have Krumitz pull all the intel

for all the missing women
in New York state

in the past three months.

I want to see
if anyone turns up matching

the same physical description
as Elizabeth Marks.

Behaviorally, abductors stick
to the same type.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

WOMAN (over phone):
I-I can't take it anymore!

I-I'm telling you,
I can't sleep at night

when she's out there
in the cold!

I'm gonna... I'm gonna do it

- if it takes all night.
- Trish?

Trish, where are you?

You okay?

Uh, personal issues.

I'll-I'll catch up with you.

Take your time.

Trish, it's me.

Call me back on my cell phone.

We need to speak before you do
anything you're gonna regret.

You understand?

(sighs)

Bye.

Okay, guys, we have our work
cut out for us on this one.

All right.

Search for all women
reported missing

in the state of New York
in the last three months.

What have we got?

In the state of New York,
over the past three months,

187 women have gone missing.

Krumitz, pull up
the high school picture

of Elizabeth Marks, please.

Abductors tend to
abduct close to type,

so input the following prompts:
Caucasian.

KRUMITZ:
Uh, 187 goes down to

103 Caucasian women.

Isolate those under 21.

68 Caucasian women
under the age of 21.

Isolate those with brown hair.

NELSON:
There's 36 women left.

All Caucasian women,

all with dark hair,
under the age of 21.

How tall was Elizabeth Marks?

Um, five-foot-two.

Down to eight.

What color were her eyes?

Five-foot-two, eyes of blue.

Just like the song.

("Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue"
by Art Landry playing)

♪ Five-foot-two, eyes of blue ♪

♪ But, oh, what those
five foot could do ♪

♪ Has anybody seen my gal? ♪

♪ Turned up nose,
turned down hose ♪

♪ Flapper, yes, sir,
one of those ♪

♪ Has anybody seen my gal? ♪

You know, I don't think
Art Landry's 1925 hit song

was ever meant to be
the abductor's anthem,

but 90 years later,
"five-foot-two, eyes of blue"

is still the physical preference
for sexual predators.

That has been the lore
of the Bureau for years.

Well, unfortunately, in our
place, the lyrics still apply.

Only this time, it's plural.

"Has anybody seen my gals?"

Well, according to
their FriendAgenda pages,

Missy Bowers is the only one
that updated after disappearing.

Unlike Elizabeth Marks' parents,

Missy Bowers' mother did file
a missing person's report,

and she is not buying
those bogus updates.

"Off to Switzerland to start
a new life with my new man."

This fits the M.O.

Where's Missy from?

Lake Placid.

Yeah, I knew in my gut

that those updates
were phony-baloney.

I know Missy.

She didn't run off
to Switzerland w-with some guy.

For all I know,
she didn't even have a passport.

Well, that's why we're here.

Uh, we're gonna need to know

a little bit more information
about Missy.

Now, she's a freshman
in college, correct?

She lives with me,
and she's a full-time student.

- Did she leave
her computer here? - Yeah.

A laptop.
It's up in her bedroom.

Do you know her password?

No, no.

Missy was very protective
about her computer.

She was always doing this...
online dating stuff.

Like most 18-year-olds,

she doesn't want me
in her personal business.

Online dating...
do you know which site?

No, I...

Why? Is...

Does this have something
to do with that?

We're still trying
to find that out.

RYAN: Mrs. Bowers,
based on evidence we found

on another victim,

we think Missy may be
being held against her will.

Against her will? Wha?

By who?

By some sicko?

I can't...

I can't talk about this anymore.
I'm sorry.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

(knocking)

RYAN:
Mrs. Bowers?

Mrs. Bowers.

We're gonna do everything
we can to bring Missy home.

Please don't give me
false hope, Mrs. Ryan.

It's not false hope.

I know the idea of a stranger
holding your daughter

against her will is grim.

(sighs)

But Missy is worth more to him

alive than dead.

And as long as that's the case,

we have a good chance
of bringing her home.

Alive.

Why do you care so much?

You must see
this stuff every day.

And then here you are
on the floor of my bathroom.

I lost someone...

very close to me.

She was murdered.

But you know what gets me up
off the floor?

This.

The idea of bringing a daughter
back home to her mother.

I play that
over and over in my head

till it comes true.

(chuckles softly)

That's why I do what I do
every day.

By healing you, I heal me.

Now, my job...

is to stand up for Missy.

And so is yours.

Yeah.

Missy Bowers' hard drive?

Yup, clone and own.

Check her history.

(slurping)

Mmm.

Damn, Slurpy!

Have you heard yourself?

Should've put you
in that commercial.

You know, the one where they go,

"How many licks do it take
till you get to the center?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's a dating site.

Start off with lunch,

and then you work your way
up to marriage.

Yeah, think she went
on there enough?

Her whole history window
is filled.

- Mm-hmm.
- Move over.

Let me get in there.

Hmm.

GentleSurgeon1 is looking
for friendship

and ultimately a wife.

Yeah, and as long as
we have a 2703 warrant,

we have full access to the site.

Now, GentleSurgeon1
is his handle.

All we need now
is his real name.

MUNDO:
Dr. Palermo.

You were recently arrested

for assaulting
a woman in a restaurant.

You put your hands
on a young girl

and roughed her up in public.

You don't understand!

That girl took my money!

Don't get loud.

Explain.

You listen, I'll watch.

Yes, I'm a member
of TrueLoveWaiting.

But...

I was looking
for something more.

So I joined one of those
sugar-daddy-type sites.

You pay a girl
a lump sum every month

for future dates.

Bad move.

I gave her money,
and she blew our date off.

Changed her chat handle.
I complained to the admin,

but they didn't help.

So I scoured the site.

Found her new profile name
and picture.

Kept up on her next date
and confronted her in person.

He's telling the truth.

So you're on a lot
of these sites?

These dating sites, sugar sites?

All kinds. I play the field.

I'm a single man.

A neurosurgeon.

I work 18-hour days,
six days a week.

When's the last time
you heard from Missy Bowers?

A few days ago.

Missy?

No, never.

She's looking
for a serious commitment.

I'm not ready, so...

we're pretty much
on her timetable.

Did you know she was missing?

Missing? How long?

Around 36 hours.

And because I put my hands
on that other girl,

you think I... yeah.

Well...

This is my I.D. To get
in and out of the hospital.

I've been on the clock
for three straight days.

Yeah.

Take it.

You can check me out
as much as you want.

SIFTER:
Welcome back.

Avery, could I have a word
with you in private?

By the look on your face,

it looks like
it's more than just a word.

I'll go back
to their FriendAgenda pages,

drill down from there.

Trish McCarthy.

What about her?

Well, she got arrested.

She's down at county jail,

screaming your name out
at the jailer.

Now, why does that name
McCarthy sound familiar to me?

Trish McCarthy
is the surviving sister

of Danielle McCarthy.

Right.

Your client who was murdered
when your files were stolen.

Look, in light of past events

with your former client
and her sister,

I'm gonna be honest with you.

I think you need
to get out of here.

Go calm her down.

Trish McCarthy
has committed a crime.

In fact,
make that several crimes

at her sister's grave site.

Crimes?

Uh, what did she do?

(door buzzes, opens)

Trish. It's me.

It's Avery.

Trish?

I heard about what happened.
Are you okay?

No. I-I'm not okay.

They stopped me
before I could get her out.

Danielle doesn't
like it down there.

It's cold and it's dark,
and-and she can't take it.

She-she needs to be with me
so I can take care of her.

Trish, you're suffering from
a brief psychotic episode

with an obvious stressor.

It's been known to happen
years after

a traumatic event
like Danielle's death.

I-I'm sorry
that I wasn't there for you.

I was on a case.

But you're always on a case.

You're too busy
for your own damn good.

We used to hang,
we used to have lunch.

And you never call me anymore.

(sniffles)

I left you messages.

You never call back.

Oh, don't do that...
reverse psychology bull with me!

You're-you're only here because,
because I got arrested.

Hey, Trish,
they want to prosecute you

for trespassing
and for grave robbing.

I never robbed anything!

I'm the one that was robbed
when-when that animal

murdered my sister!

(shushes)

Okay, look at you.

Your hands.

You're bleeding,
you got blisters.

Oh, you don't care.

You're too busy chasing ghosts

instead of regarding
the one that haunts you.

It's your fault.

Oh, it's your fault...

that she's dead.

She'd be here now

if it wasn't for you,
and you know it.

It's your fault,
and you know it.

No, it's not my fault.

My computer got broken into.

All my patients'
electronic files got stolen.

This was early Internet...

before firewalls
and encryption...

My sister is dead!

You should've just

buried me with her
and thrown me in that hole

and buried me with her!

I'm gonna call the hospital...

...and we're gonna
get you checked out.

I'm here now.

(knocking)

(door buzzes)

(door closes)

Avery?

All right, I-let's talk this
through again, guys.

Stay with me.

We have two women: Missy Bowers
and Elizabeth Marks.

Both have almost the same
physical description, right?

- Right-a-Mundo. - Now, Missy
Bowers was on TrueLoveWaiting,

- Elizabeth was not.
- Yup, yup.

So from a cyber perspective,
the only thing

these two women have in common
is FriendAgenda.

But the whole world's
on FriendAgenda.

Yeah, but our target...
whether it was a man or woman

or a male-female team...
was able to track

both Elizabeth and Missy,

so what is it about
their FriendAgenda accounts

that's out of the ordinary?

Well, they take
a lot of selfies.

I mean, look at the upper folds.

Both Missy and Elizabeth
have folders with over

a thousand pictures in them.

Baby Face, analyze a photo

from each account and see
what the metadata tells you.

MUNDO:
That's it.

Both Missy and Elizabeth
never turned

their location services
function off.

Every time they took a selfie,

they broadcast everything
about themselves

and they didn't even know it.

One selfie can produce
the time and date

when a photo was taken,

the make and model
of the device used,

and most importantly...
and most dangerously...

the latitude and longitude
of where the photo was taken,

which would allow a target
to track them right back

to their home address.

All right, so we know
how he tracked them,

now we have to figure out
how he grabbed them.

All right, let's profile him.

You're the target,
you're looking at this metadata,

what do you see?

Well, the more selfies
these girls took,

the more they gave
our target a road map

into their daily life.

All the target
would need to do is

track their behavior
and figure out

when they were
the most vulnerable to abduct.

I mean, look at Missy Bowers'
cluster of selfies.

She took a ton at the
karaoke bar near the university.

And mostly around 10:30 p.m.,

after her 7:00 to 10:00
night class.

Right. Most campus crime
against women happens at night.

So she very easily could have
been abducted in the dark

somewhere between leaving class
and going to karaoke.

University cameras catch
anything on film?

I read the campus
police report... nada.

All right, well, metadata
from Missy's selfies tells us

that the karaoke bar is
directly across the street

from student parking.

Street cams.

Pull them up, see if they caught

anything the university
cameras missed.

There.

Freeze.

Enhance the image.

Run that bastard through
facial recognition software.

NELSON:
Wow, that was fast.

Barry Tipton.

Manhattan, New York.

FBI! Nobody move!

Who's Barry Tipton?

TIPTON: An average New Yorker
gets caught on camera

over a thousand times a day
just walking the streets.

And don't think for one minute

Big Brother isn't harvesting
that information.

With the "No Persona" mask,

Big Bro tracks my face,
not our citizens.

It's pretty genius, right?

No.

How many of these masks
have you sold to date?

30,000 this year.

20 bucks a pop.

We sold out at the Black Hat
conference in Vegas.

Do you have
credit card transactions

for the people
who purchased these masks?

Credit cards? Are you kidding?

Give away all that precious
electronic information?

Never, no.

No Persona's
a cash-only business.

My clients pride themselves
on anonymity.

Catch you later.

BOTH:
Five-foot-two!

- Oh, yeah!
- (grunts) Yeah!

That's what I'm talking about.

Baby Face and Big Boy
heating up!

Uh-huh.

Abductor was a female.

Push in on
the small on her back.

Look at that.

"Seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one."

- Boo-yah!
- The seven, six, five,

four, three and two
are all crossed out,

but the one is not.

Well, if that's the case,
we found

the target's number one girl.

The queen bee.

- Miss Seniority.
- Yeah!

Holla back, target!

That's what
I'm talking about, baby.

Three times.

- (grunts)
- Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

(humming)

That's how you feel it?

You got to bring it back.

Doing the robot.

Break it down.

- No!
- (sighs)

Anti Big Brother mask.

It was a dead end.

You may have a dead end,
but we just got a new beginning.

Yeah, Baby Face and I
might have just found

our target's right-hand woman.

All but the one is crossed out.

It's got to be a ranking system.

All right, which means that when
Elizabeth Marks ended up dead,

our target was down a woman.

- Uh-huh. - So everybody in
his perverted harem moved up,

and Missy Bowers became
the new number seven.

(crying):
I swear. I swear.

Please don't kill me.

I have a mom.

She must be worried sick
where I am!

(screams)

MAN:
Brand her.

She's mine now.

(needle buzzing)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(sighs)

(tapping on glass)

Come in.

Is now a good time or?

Yeah, come in.

Look, I don't know
exactly what's going on,

but just know that
we're all thinking about you.

Oh.

Uh...

Um...

Maybe you should hug me after I
give you the case-cracking news.

I'm not really good at this.

But... I'm gonna step
out of my comfort zone.

I don't think
I've ever told you...

how I appreciate you.

Oh...

No, you work seven days a week,
18 hours a day.

And I know you do it
because you love your job,

but you also do it
because you love me.

(chuckles)

And I think sometimes I just

spend so much time
chasing ghosts,

I don't really regard the people
that are right in front of me.

(sighs)

That...

(chuckles softly)

That, uh, might single-handedly
be the most amazing thing

any human being
has ever said to me.

I'm, uh...

I'm gonna step back
into my comfort zone now.

Okay.

So what do you got for me?

Yeah, uh, well...
uh, we went back

to the Stone Age on all
the abducted women in New York

with that same description...
five foot-two, eyes of blue,

fake updates, yada yada yada.

Um, it turns out that we have
the names of all seven girls.

Okay, number one
in our rankings...

Vanessa Gillerman,
missing since 2004.

Based on the tattoos,
we believe it was Vanessa

who kidnapped Missy Bowers
at the university

on behalf of the target.

Well, it's too risky
for our target to surface

to replace Elizabeth Marks
with another woman,

so he sent his most senior girl.

- That makes sense.
- Number two...

Natalie Walker,
missing since 2009.

Number three... Barbara Smith,
missing since 2010.

Number four... Gina Zito.

Number five... Elizabeth Marks,
recently deceased.

Number six... Tiffany Best.

And number seven,
our most recent... Missy Bowers.

Get everything you can
on Vanessa Gillerman.

She's been
with our target the longest.

Maybe you could find someone
in her life

who can give me some insight
into her.

(crying):
I hated her

for leaving me
with that pedophile,

but now I get it.

This diary is heartbreaking.

Your father
started abusing you and Vanessa

when you were four years old?

(sniffles)

Truth is, I've locked that part
of my life away

and thrown away the key.

I have a suspicion
Vanessa has, too.

Look, Juliet, I know the
last thing that you want to do

is dig up the most painful part
of your past,

but if you want to see
your sister again,

I need you to remind her
of what you two lived through.

Why?

I have a plan.

An amplified plan.

By sending Vanessa
a direct message,

posting on
her FriendAgenda wall,

and inviting her
to a public chat room

amplifies the horror
she once lived.

My goal is to push her buttons
so she surfaces.

JULIET:
Dear Vanessa, it's Juliet.

Long time.

I'm not sure you heard.

Dad died.

He told me on his deathbed
how sorry he was

for physically
and sexually abusing you

and me.

(voice breaking):
Those nights...

in the basement...

(sobs softly)

I can still hear your screams.

The way you called out
for our mother.

You were just a child.

(computer beeps)

We were his victims,
not his daughters.

We need to go public
with our pain

so no other women suffer...

(crickets chirping)

(brakes squeak)

FBI! Stop!

Put your hands above your head!

Both hands above your head
right now!

(muffled groaning)

You're wanted for questioning in
the abduction of Missy Bowers.

(grunting)

(yelling)

You were under the power
of a madman,

a sadistic psychopath.

You have no right to talk about
my master like that!

Who the hell do you think you
are to bestow judgment on me,

you stupid pig cop?

You know nothing!

Send that other bitch in here.

I'm done with you.

(shouting):
I know you're right there!

(whispers):
Oh, my God.

It's like she's possessed.

How can she defend
the sicko who took her?

Stockholm syndrome.

The longer women are kept
by their abductors,

the more they're brainwashed
to defend him...

to the death.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Do you know who this is?

Your father.

And this?

That's the whore!

Who's trying to ruin me online.

- I made her do it.
- (panting)

And it worked; you're here.

And who's this?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Look at you.

When you were a little girl.

I know what your father
did to you.

I understand you think
you love your master.

That you think
he keeps you safe.

He doesn't keep me in chains.

You don't have to be shackled
in chains to be restrained.

You have a sister
who loves you very much.

You are all she has left
in the world.

Do you want to take
your power back?

Do you want to be powerful?

Because you have the power

to break the chains

and set these
innocent women free.

And let them go home.

Rot in hell.

(laughs softly)

(laughing)

I'll tell you one thing though.

He will never be able
to replace me.

I was his everything.

There will never be
another number one.

You just told me
how to catch him.

(door closes)

(screaming)

These are the top dating sites
on the Web as we speak.

Our target is
a hypersexualized control freak

who just lost
his number one girl.

His obsessive reaction

will to be compulsively
replenish the number seven.

Seven is the "creation" number.

Our target has a god complex.

He will replace Vanessa

with a mechanism
that he is comfortable with.

The dating site.

The screen prompts
are his signature.

RYAN:
The second our target

inputs his type online,
we got him.

"RuMYsoulmate" just got a hit.

- Krumitz? - Running the name
past the I.S.P. Now.

Give me one second.

Jasper Cross!
333 Mulberry Place.

Albany, New York.

- FBI!
- FBI!

All right, we're clear!

- (gasps)
- FBI.

Where's Jasper Cross?

(whispers):
Where is he?

CROSS: Drop your weapons
or I'll kill them all.

Mr. Cross, I'm afraid

dropping our weapons
is not an option.

(women screaming)

Toss me your weapons,

or I will murder
every last one of them.

Now!

This is Agent Mundo! Pull back!

Say again: Pull back.
Our suspect is armed.

You're not gonna
make it out of here alive.

You know that, don't you?

CROSS: You take me out,
they're coming along with.

Ain't that right, girls?

Avery, stand down.
He's got an AK-47.

That's 600 rounds a minute
at close range.

He is in control.

CROSS: You should listen
to your friend.

He's the only reason
you and my girls

are still alive.

RYAN:
Your girls?

You know something?

I know a lot more
than you think.

You know how?

Vanessa.

Vanessa told me
about you and your girls.

She told me
that you're a coward.

That you're a coward
who made her do your dirty work.

Do you know what kind of man

that can only have
relationships with women

who are captives?

The kind of man who can't
get women on his own merits.

The kind of man
who's afraid of women.

Are you afraid of me, Jasper?

Are you?

Because you should be.

You should be very afraid of me.

- (gunshots)
- (women shriek)

AGENT: Seal the perimeter.
Let's go!

Missy? It's okay.

I'm Special Agent Avery Ryan.

It's okay, girls.
We're gonna get you all home.

Here you go.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

You're very brave,
you know that?

I prayed a lot.

I asked for
my mother's strength.

Mm.

What happened to Elizabeth?

From what
the other girls told me,

Vanessa killed her.

Elizabeth was number five.

After about a year and a half,

that Jasper guy
gave her special privileges.

She was able to not live
in her shackles,

go out into the real world.

Jasper only eats
gluten-free bread.

It's in the organic aisle.
Light blue label.

Go get one loaf
and meet me in produce.

Yes, madam.

Ma'am, my name
is Elizabeth Marks.

My son is having a seizure.

Can I just
use your phone, please?

Please.

So that's how
she ended up in the woods.

(phone beeps)

Well, good news.

Your mom's here.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Thank you.
You can leave the shovel.

Thank you.

Thanks for everything.

People at the hospital were
real nice... leveled me out.

Sometimes it's hard, you know?

Living without her.

Sometimes to move forward,

we have to let go.

That's why I asked you
to meet me here.

So that we could
let go together.

I bought this for the baby.

A little silver cross.

But I never had a chance
to give it to her.

(chuckles softly)

Heart necklace.

Our mother gave it to us
when we were kids.

And we buried her
wearing the other half.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

For everything you've done.

But most of all,
thank you for loving her.

(crying softly)

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