Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Broken Mirror - full transcript

TRISH: Bye, guys.
JORDAN: Thank you.

TRISH: That was fun.
JORDAN: Right. Walk. Walk.

JORDAN: Bye. Bye.

-You know, I really...
-No, no, no, no.

-Do not start with the "I love yous."
-I do.

-You only say it when you're drunk.
-That's not true.

-Oh, okay. Look, I'm driving.
-I'm not drunk.

I'm just buzzed a little bit.

"Buzzed a little bit"
is something that drunk people say

to convince themselves
that they're not drunk.

Yeah. No, no, no. Nope. Nope.
Touch your fingers to your nose.



-What?
-Do it.

All right. Come here.
Come here. Come here.

Your fingers.

-Walk a straight line.
-(GROANS) All right.

-Okay, you can drive.
-All right. Thank you very...

Slowly, though. No speeding.

Hey.

Get your eyes on the road, Casanova.

-Just tell me you love me, come on.
-I do love you.

-Good.
-Now get your eyes on the road.

Jordan!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

(CAR DOOR OPENING)



-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

What the hell is he doing just sitting
in the middle of the road?

Maybe he had a breakdown
and he couldn't move it.

Jordan.

Jordan, we should go.

We can just turn around
and go back the way we came.

Why didn't they just pull it off
the side of the road?

Jordan? Jordan.

Jordan, can we please just go?
Come on.

-Do you have the keys?
-No. Didn't you leave them in the car?

Yeah, I think. I don't know but...

They have to be here somewhere.

Trish...

(GUN FIRES)

So what happened with you and JJ
at the Redskins game, huh?

-Top secret.
-Derek.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I put the transcript from the last
prison interview on your desk.

Okay. It wasn't classified rush.
You could've sent it interoffice.

I could have.

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

-Must be tough, man.
-Not really.

What do you mean?
You don't do anything,

and these women
are throwing themselves at you.

Strictly off-limits, Reid.

There's no code of conduct
that says agents can't socialize.

Yeah, well, see,
my code of survival says

never mess with a woman
who carries a gun.

So, it sounds like bed rest isn't
turning out to be very restful.

HALEY: Bed rest is more like bed agony.

But in ten minutes, I get to switch
to my right side. That'll be a thrill.

Honey, just try to relax
and get a little rest, okay?

Of course.

I love you.

Bye.

Everything all right?

Yeah, the doctors are worried
about Haley's blood sugar levels.

They're worried about pre-eclampsia

and I'm worried she's not gonna last
six weeks in bed.

-She wants out of the hospital.
-Yeah.

-Is it here?
-Yeah.

MAN: Right.
WOMAN: Right.

Reid. Morgan.
Documents up on the screen

regarding the kidnapping
of Trish Davenport.

Have you read them yet?

HOTCH: Yeah, I got a copy
from the document examiner.

-MORGAN: What's it say?
-That we've got until 8:00 tonight.

REID:
"You will follow instructions carefully.

"You will do this to ensure the safety
of your daughter.

"You will wait for the call.
You will answer the call at 8:00 p.m.

"You will write down the instructions
and follow them to the letter."

HOTCH: That gives us less than
nine hours to get to Connecticut,

work up victimology on Trish Davenport,

and prepare her father
for the ransom drop.

GIDEON: How do we know the letter's real?

HOTCH: Uh,
handwriting is a match for Trish's.

He dictated it to her.
And they found saline on the paper.

Her tears.

MORGAN: He never says "I."
He doesn't say "I will call."

He says "You will answer the call."

He's distancing himself
from the kidnapping.

If he said "I" he'd be
taking responsibility for it.

HOTCH:
There's also another missing element.

No mention of the police.

Ransom notes almost always forbid
police involvement.

So is he expecting law enforcement
to get involved?

Well, if he's expecting us,
let's not disappoint him.

GIDEON: Euripides said,
"When a good man is hurt,

"all who would be called good
must suffer with him."

Everyone familiar with the father?

Evan Davenport, U.S. Attorney,
Executive Assistant,

Southern District, New York. Widower.

Assigned U.S. Marshals three times

in the past 10 years due to death threats.

-Is the protective detail still current?
-Around the clock.

But Trish declined protection
when she turned 18.

-Too bad for the boyfriend.
-But why kill him?

Well, if I want to kidnap someone,

I know I have to take out
whoever's with them.

(SIGHS)

-MORGAN: Says here she's got a sister.
-Cheryl.

-Any problems? Were they close?
-Yeah. They're identical twins.

DAVENPORT: Please, come in.

I have six people on my staff.

I have three bodyguards.
They've all had polygraphs.

Everybody has been vetted.

And they all have alibis
for the night of the kidnapping?

All accounted for
by the local FBI field office unit.

Cheryl flew in yesterday.

I'm just making sure
that she's not alone even for...

(SIGHS)

Sorry. Just feeling like
I'm suffocating here.

I just want somebody to tell me
that she's okay.

Dr. Reid?

What do the statistics tell us?

That if you follow their instructions
and give them the money,

your daughter will be returned.

Done. This house is bug-free.

All right, bring it in.

So, what are your theories so far
about this kidnapper?

That he targeted you for a reason.

Every line of the letter starts
with the word "you."

He's angry at you.
He probably feels like you owe him.

That everything you own,
you don't deserve.

HOTCH:
And from the language in the ransom,

we most likely believe
that he's working alone.

MORGAN: What's she doing?
AIDE 1: Lying on the road.

Yeah, I see that. But why?

AIDE 2: She's trying to get a feel
for what happened to her sister.

By lying on the ground?

AIDE 1: That girl spent her teenage years
perfecting ways to ditch her bodyguards.

We're just happy
she's in our line of sight.

Cheryl Davenport?

CHERYL: Shh.

Just a minute.

No, I'm not crazy.
I'm lying here for a reason.

He dragged her from the car.

This is where she fell.
Trish is a fighter.

She wouldn't have gone quietly.
Not even with a gun pointed at her.

She's right.
There are nail marks on the car seat.

-So you believe your sister's still alive?
-I know she's still alive.

You know the way twins know?

Not the "I can feel my twin's pain" crap.

If you stick her with a needle,
I don't cry out.

But if something is bothering her,
if something is wrong, I can feel it.

Even from a thousand miles away
at college.

You study physics, right?

CHERYL: If you're asking
why a science major

would believe in something
non-scientific, I don't.

I just know what I feel.

My feeling is that
my sister is still alive.

They're not entirely identical.
They're mirror twins.

Some of Trish's organs are on the
right side that should be on the left.

Doctors assured us
that it wasn't life-threatening.

-Situs inversus.
-Yeah.

-They had self-defense training?
-Yeah, I insisted on it.

The protective detail rankled
when they hit puberty

and I was sure that
they would refuse their bodyguards

when they left for college...

Excuse me,
can you actually read that fast?

Our conscious minds can process
16-bits of information per second.

Our unconscious, however,
can process 11 million.

Yes, I can actually read this fast.

If whoever took her
wants me to blow cases

or suppress evidence or stand down, I...

What makes you think
it's someone you're prosecuting?

Well, I have money,
but I don't have millions.

I mean, what else could it be?

In our experience, Mr. Davenport,
every case is different.

CHERYL: What is he doing?
ELLE: He's role-playing.

CHERYL: How does that work?

ELLE: He's trying to think
like the kidnapper.

He's trying to get a sense of him
through his behavior.

That doesn't sound very scientific,
does it?

(SIGHS)

Okay, she was rarely
without the boyfriend.

Well, I know in order to get to her,
I gotta take him out.

He was collateral damage.

Or was he?

The shot was to the face,
that's personal.

Kill the boyfriend.

Get him out of the way,
so I can get her...

Alone.

This button answers the call.

This button makes everyone
in the room silent. It will flash red.

You'll be able to hear his side
of the conversation,

he won't be able to hear us.

We'll be running the trace
through the field office, Evan.

You're in good hands
with Agent Gideon and his team.

You think Cheryl's a wack job

because she claims
she can feel her sister's anxiety?

I never said wack job.

Actually there may be
a physiological basis for it.

Don't ask.

Reversed asymmetry
monozygotic eggs split late.

Between nine to 12 days.

The DNA matches right down
to the very last stranded code.

And there's sporadic documentation
of shared physiological pain.

-And you believe it?
-Oh, I'm just saying it's possible.

I don't know everything.

I mean, despite the fact
that you think that I do.

I never said that.
When have I ever said that?

-Every day since I've met you.
-This morning at breakfast.

Yesterday when he beat you at cards.
We've got one minute.

-Anybody ever heard of sarcasm?
-Mmm-mmm.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Remember, keep your voice even and calm.

And agree with everything he says.

-He's late.
-HOTCH: He'll call.

Just try to relax. This is a strategy.
He wants you on edge.

(PHONE RINGING)

Remember to repeat
any important information he gives you

to make sure you understand.

You try to keep him talking.

To reveal something about Trish
or about himself.

This is Evan Davenport.

KIDNAPPER: Hello, Mr. Davenport.

Are you the man
who has my daughter, Patricia?

I have your daughter.

-Can I ask you...
-You may ask me nothing.

This is not an interrogatory.

You will listen only to my instructions.

-Okay.
-But I will not give them to you.

I don't understand...

I do not want to talk to you,
Mr. Davenport.

Excuse me?

I want to talk to her.

I want to talk to Cheryl.

What's he doing?

What most of the offenders we catch
try to do.

Establish dominance.

ELLE: How long can we keep him on hold?

We can't put her on.

Why not? I want to help.
I'll talk to him.

Cheryl doesn't have the authority
that Davenport holds.

He shouldn't want to talk to her.

I think that she should speak to him.

Do I need to repeat myself?
I want to talk to Cheryl.

Put her on the phone. Now.

No.

ELLE: I think she should speak to him.
He wants to talk to her.

The more he speaks,
the more he reveals.

-She is right, Gideon.
-He has my sister.

No.

I'm waiting.

Elle.

Okay.

This is Cheryl.

Hello, this is Cheryl.

I have Patricia by my side.
I know her voice.

Therefore, I know her sister's.
Get off the phone. I want Cheryl.

I'll give you 60 seconds.

If you don't put her on the phone,
I will hang up

and you will never hear
from me or Patricia again.

Prep work.
Come on over here, please.

Fifty seconds.

ELLE: Okay, this guy's arrogant.

Let him know that he's in control.
Let him guide the conversation.

Forty.

Use your sister's name.

Say "My sister, Trish"
or "Her name's Patricia."

Thirty-five seconds.

-Okay.
-Talk about her.

Let him get to know her through you.

-Don't veer off topic.
-Got it.

Agree with him.

Twenty-five seconds.

Tell him that you understand him.

And as hard as this sounds, empathize.

Twenty seconds.

Let him know that he didn't mean
to hurt Trish or go this far.

-And that he can fix it.
-Okay.

He has a chance to show that he's a kind

and forgiving person
by letting your sister go.

Ten seconds.

And if you don't know what to say,
I'll tell you.

Three, two, one.

This is Cheryl.

Hello, Cheryl. How are you?

I'd be a lot better
if I knew that my sister...

That Patricia's okay.

I can tell you have
a lot of empathy, Cheryl.

You care about others.

Yes, I do.

And it sounds like you understand.

You mean that I empathize?

-Yes.
-I do.

Very much. I empathize.

I empathize with you, Cheryl.
I know you want to be with your sister.

Yes. I want Trish back.

Good. Tell me what you want, Cheryl.

I'm very interested.
Tell me all about yourself.

What's your favorite color?

Don't answer that. Stay with Trish.

If I tell you will you let me talk
to my sister?

(CHUCKLES) Maybe. Maybe not.

I like blue.

How ordinary.

Do you like chocolate, Cheryl?

Do you like chocolate?

-Yes.
-I do as well.

Please let me talk to my sister.

All I want to do is hear her voice.

Please.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Hello?

-TRISH: Cher...
-Trish!

-Cheryl, is that you?
-Trish, it's me.

I'm here. Are you okay?

Cheryl, I can't...

Where are you? What do you see?

I see the moon.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Trish! Trish!

KIDNAPPER: Have $500,000 ready.

Let me talk to her!

$500,000 is what I'm owed.

The Davenports will wait by the phone.

You will receive a call with precise
instructions in exactly 15 minutes.

-Were you able to trace it?
-No.

He's probably using
a disposable cell phone.

They're impossible to trace.

She said she could see the moon.

-She sounded delirious.
-REID: She was sedated.

Could've been a light.

If he's keeping her drugged
it might mean he's not very strong.

He might have to keep her weak
just so he can dominate her.

Or he's keeping her quiet.

Has Davenport told us everything
about his staff?

Yeah. We have detailed reports

but we should probably revisit background

on household staff,
aides and current docket.

Guys, she wasn't blindfolded.

No.

If she's seen his face,
as soon as he gets that money...

He'll kill her.

AGENT: Roger, we're still secure here.

GIDEON: He said "owed."
REID: $500,000.

His demand sounded scripted.
Like he was reading it to us.

MORGAN: But the rest of
the conversation wasn't.

He was his most relaxed
just talking to Cheryl.

-DAVENPORT: What does that mean?
-Maybe he already knew her.

MORGAN: How much time we got?
REID: Six minutes.

How quickly can you get the money?

Look, I know I shouldn't drink
but under the circumstances,

you think you could let this one slide?

He's going to call back.
We need you at your best.

Have you had many cases like this?

I've seen my share of abductions.

I don't know how you do it, this job.

-How do you stomach it?
-The men I hunt down are cowards.

For the most part, they target
the weakest members of society.

Women and children.

There is nothing I'd rather do more
than put the bastards away.

Just wish you could get them before
they snatch someone.

Trish is alive.
You've trusted your feelings this far.

Hold onto that.

(PHONE RINGING)

KIDNAPPER:
Everything will be done by Cheryl.

Cheryl will gather the money packets.
Only she will touch the money.

Cheryl will make the drop.

If she is wired, if you use a look-alike,
Patricia dies.

Cheryl will get in her car.

No one is to be in the car with her.
No one is to follow her.

No air surveillance, no car surveillance

of any kind will be tolerated.

I will give directions over a cell phone
as Cheryl drives.

She must make the drop
at exactly 3:00 a.m.

She will follow each instruction
to the letter.

We can't let her go alone.

He said if he sees anyone...

I know. One car. Unmarked.
Tinted windows.

(DAVENPORT SIGHS)

If he sees one of you and Trish dies...

If my daughter dies...

REID: Cheryl's car has GPS.
We'll be able to track her.

MORGAN: Doc, the first thing he's
going to do is have her switch cars.

-Where we headed?
-Let's see...

An address which appears to be...

A rental car lot.

You know my guess?

One of these cars has a set of keys
already in the ignition

with a disposable cell phone
sitting right in it.

-So she switches cars and phones.
-Mmm-hmm.

(SIGHS)

Five minutes.

He's probably gonna have her
drive around for over an hour

just to make sure no one's following her.

And then the ransom drop.

(SIGHS)

What is it? What's the matter?

Something's not right about this.

What if he was watching us?
Or listening to us?

Local office did a bug sweep.

-Come on. You heard that ransom call.
-Yeah.

It was way too simple.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

HOTCH: All right, you're the UnSub.
What would you have done differently?

I would have said,
"Don't involve the police or the media.

"$500,000, no consecutive
serial numbers on the bills.

"No marked bills. No new bills.
No tracking devices in the money bag.

"No explosive dyes in the money bag.
No tracking devices in the car."

Okay. Why didn't he say any of this?

(SIGHS)

Hotch, this was never about the money.

-It's not a ransom drop.
-It's a second kidnapping.

-Cheryl!
-MORGAN: Get down! Get down!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MORGAN: Don't move!

Cheryl's all right.

-Hey.
-MORGAN: Hey.

Hi, Hotch.

(PHONE RINGING)

KIDNAPPER: That was fun, wasn't it?

A little running around,
getting our pulses racing?

Are you there, Cheryl?

Are you there?

Tell me you didn't feel a slight tingle,
a thrill run up your spine? Huh?

But those clever and cunning FBI agents

deduced my little plan just in time.
They figured it out.

If they hadn't
I would have had you both.

The whole set.

The matching pair.

Why are you doing this?

Because you asked me to, Cheryl.
You asked me with your glances.

The way you talk, those little gestures.

-What are you doing?
-Do not answer this man.

You asked for this.
You asked for it, Cheryl.

-MORGAN: Cher... No!
-What do you want?

What do I want? You!

It may not be today,
it may not be tomorrow,

but I promise you, we will be together.

(PHONE DISCONNECTS)

We can't let Cheryl speak
with him any further.

Why not?

It's only feeding his psychosis
to allow your interaction.

Was Trish involved in any serious
relationships prior to the kidnapping?

With the boy that was killed.
They were together for two years.

Trish didn't want me to tell you.
They were getting engaged.

(GIDEON SIGHS)

Well, that certainly could have
been the UnSub's stressor.

DAVENPORT: What does that mean?

Will someone please tell me
what we're dealing with here?

De Clerambault's syndrome.

Otherwise known as erotomania.

The belief that someone,
usually of a higher social status

but not necessarily a celebrity,
is in love with you.

Erotomanics believe
that the objects of their affection

are subtly professing their love for them
through looks, gestures...

GIDEON: Glances.

He said,
"You asked me with your glances."

The UnSub truly
and full-heartedly believes

that Cheryl and Trish
are in love with him.

They don't tell him this
with their voices.

No, with gestures and looks.

He's obsessed with them.

What does this mean?

He's the most determined kind of criminal.

HOTCH: Crime of obsession,
your specialty. Your lead, Morgan.

I think we should re-check everyone

on Davenport's staff
against the profile of a stalker.

Aren't stalking behaviors pretty diverse?

There's overlap.

Narcissistic,
inflated sense of self-worth,

history of bad relationships.

What do we know so far?

He's probably white. Obviously male.

-Sophisticated speech patterns.
-Sophisticated yet bizarre.

He rarely uses contractions.
It's not "you're," it's "you are."

MORGAN: This guy's pretentious.

He wants to sound smarter
than he actually is.

Whatever position of authority
or level of success this guy has,

he had to struggle for it.

We also have to face
the possibility at this point...

That Trish may already be dead.

You know, so far he's called every play.

I say we apply some pressure.
Make him sweat.

Well, there's only one way to do that.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

What are you doing?

(PHONE RINGING)

DAVENPORT: Agent Gideon...

Hello?

KIDNAPPER: Tell me there was
a technical issue with the line,

because if you actually just hung up on...

What the hell are you doing?

(PHONE RINGING)

CHERYL: Are you gonna answer it?

DAVENPORT: Why is he doing this?
What is... What...

You're going to drive this guy crazy.
Just answer the phone.

Be quiet. Please, quiet.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

-Cheryl, he knows what he's doing.
-Somebody has to answer it!

Just answer the phone, for God's sake.

-Pick up the phone!
-GIDEON: Don't touch it. Let go.

MORGAN: He knows what he's doing.

Davenport residence.

KIDNAPPER: Are you out of your mind?

You do realize... You do understand
that I'll kill her? Do you...

(DISCONNECTS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Thank you.

You're killing my daughter!
Pick up the phone! Pick up the...

-Son of a bitch, pick up the phone!
-Keep him quiet.

GIDEON: Be quiet.

The phone! Answer the phone.
Answer the phone.

Answer the phone, you son...
You'll kill her!

Mr. Davenport, get a hold of yourself.

-Answer the phone!
-GIDEON: Quiet him.

GIDEON: Let him go.

(DAVENPORT AND CHERYL CRYING)

KIDNAPPER: She is dead!

You hang up on me again
and I rip her open!

I'm sorry,
you must have the wrong number.

(DISCONNECTS)

MORGAN: Come on, Gideon.

(SHIVERING)

DAVENPORT: You killed her.
CHERYL: (CRYING) No.

-GIDEON: No, sir.
-Oh, God.

Then what the hell
do you think you're doing?

I'm saving your daughter, Mr. Davenport.

(PHONE RINGING)

GIDEON: Very good.

Have a little faith.

KIDNAPPER: Put Cheryl on the phone.

No, you're finished talking to Cheryl.

Listen to that tone of authority.

Just like your published work,
Agent Gideon.

Fascinating to hear the same arrogant
quality in your own voice.

You are a bit of a pedant, Jason.
A bit didactic?

Well, that's a very
interesting conclusion.

You sound intelligent and
you certainly sound educated and...

-We both know that's not true.
-Oh, I know about all of you.

The ambitious Agent Hotchner.

Do you want to be Director
of the FBI someday, Agent Hotchner?

Would you step on Jason Gideon
to get there?

I think you would.

Post-traumatic stress
is a very good excuse.

Even your sick, pregnant wife
can't get you to leave your post.

Jason Gideon,
an expert in the criminal psyche,

yet unable to diagnose
the autistic leanings

of the very insecure Dr. Reid.

Well, maybe he can make money
counting cards in Las Vegas.

The lovely Elle was promoted too soon.

She doesn't have what it takes
to make it in the BAU boys' club.

You're no threat to me.
You're no threat to anyone.

And token Derek Morgan
wants to be taken seriously

but he is just a pumped-up side of beef.

I know who you are.
I know how you think.

And I know what to do next.
Do you?

(DISCONNECTS)

DAVENPORT: What the hell was that?

Why did he say
that he knows what to do next?

Is he going to hurt my daughter?

He was grandstanding.

You don't know that.
You can't possibly know that.

Mr. Davenport, I have learnt more
in the last five minutes

-than in the last 24 hours.
-Oh, really?

Well, I don't understand.
Why is he focused on you right now?

Because we are interfering
in his relationship with the girls.

-He said he knows all about you.
-HOTCH: Yes, apparently.

MORGAN: He profiled us, Mr. Davenport.

-Why would he do that?
-To show us how smart he is.

REID: Oftentimes, the best profilers
are the UnSubs themselves.

They're the ones that are able to walk
into an arcade full of children

and pinpoint the boy or girl
that can be led out quietly.

But he made a mistake, because
he gave us something he didn't expect.

Which is?

He told us how to find him.

You said you knew how to find him,
that you were gonna save my daughter.

Why don't you get out there
and do something?

What are you standing... Everybody
standing around here looking...

-Mr. Davenport...
-Look, don't condescend to me.

-Don't patronize me.
-Evan. Evan.

Don't condescend to me.

Everybody is doing the best
that they can, come on.

Take a break. Take a break.

(SIGHS)

For the suspect to know that much
about us, he has to be one of us.

I'm gonna have Garcia do a search
of the New Haven FBI field office.

The guy we're looking for knows
this house, he knows the family.

There are 700 agents in New Haven.

And another 70 in satellite offices.
Davenport knows quite a few of them.

While we're narrowing the list,
Cheryl can't stay here.

If he's one of us,
he has access, weapons,

and you bet he's got a strategy.

-So who can we trust?
-No one.

We need to get Cheryl to a safe house.

And limit the amount of agents
she comes in contact with.

SHYER: We're in.
AGENT: (ON RADIO) Copy that.

SHYER: We'll walk the perimeter.
MORGAN: Yeah.

I'm sorry about before.

It's your daughters. You...

You don't have to apologize for anything.

So, this safe house,

-sure it's okay?
-Of course.

-We have agents inside, out.
-So now we just wait.

They did a bug sweep
right when we arrived.

Yeah, I remember.

And yet the UnSub seems
to know all about us.

Hey, Reid, do you know
what non-local interaction is?

What are you getting at?

How can he be holding Trish prisoner

and still know exactly
what we're talking about?

I know what you're saying.

It seems like he knows what's going on
here the moment that it happens.

There's gotta be a listening device.

They swept the room when we got here.

Yeah. And then they brought in
their own equipment.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Cheryl.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

It's good to finally get you alone.

Agent Shyer called you by your first name.
You know him that well?

He works out of the New York field office.

I know his father.
We've met socially on occasion.

-Has he been here before?
-A few times.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Does it ever annoy you when people

want to line you and Patricia up together

to examine the differences?

Seems like it would get old real fast.

But I don't need to do that.

I've known you both for so long,
loved you for so long.

Please don't do this.

But this is how it should
have been all along.

The three of us, together.

Put the knife down.

You don't understand.

You don't understand my relationship
with these girls.

-Put the knife down.
-You don't understand...

I said put it down!

Okay.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

-You okay?
-Yeah.

(PANTING)

Where is Patricia?

(SIRENS BLARING)

(CHATTERING ON RADIO)

CHERYL: It's okay.
TRISH: Hey.

It's gonna be okay.

Thank you.

Hey, how did Elle get Shyer
to give us Trish's location?

I imagine she found some creative way
to persuade him.

What do you think...

You know, you know, maybe you just
don't need to ask so many questions.

Just enjoy the moment.

GIDEON: Euripides said,
"When love is in excess,

"it brings a man no honor,
nor worthiness."

(GROANING)

You all right?

You took a Taser hit.

Yeah, I know I did. So what?

So no one expects you to finish
the Davenport file tonight.

Yeah, well, I guess it's still
a little fresh in my mind.

Nothing like 50,000 volts in your back
to keep your motor running, right?

(SIGHS)

You know, Elle, I'm just...

I'm lucky as hell that bastard
didn't gut me while I was unconscious.

-He wasn't interested in you.
-Yeah.

You know, Shyer didn't see you
as a peer or a threat.

-That was his mistake.
-Yes, it was.

You're gonna be here all night.

-Give me half.
-Okay.

Be careful what you wish for.

Knock yourself out.