Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 10, Episode 20 - A Place at the Table - full transcript

Jess, I really appreciate
you doing this last-minute.

I thought when I committed
to chaperoning a field trip,

I'd be able to take the day off.

No worries. I'm looking forward
to it, actually.

The Air and Space Museum
is always fun.

With 24 fifth graders?

You okay?

Yeah. I'm good.

A little tired, maybe.

Okay. I left you some cash
in the kitchen,

in case you guys want
to get some pizza tonight.



- Okay. - Just call me
if anything comes up, okay?

- Thanks again.
- Mm-hmm.

Where are we
on the multiple homicides?

Uh, it's in Bethesda at the home
of Frank and Donna Kingman.

She's the former
Donna Stancroft,

heiress to
the Stancroft Electronics money.

We're setting up
a live-feed transmission

from the crime scene.

Sergeant Carlson,
can you hear me?

- Sure can. How about on your
end? - ROSSI: Loud and clear.

Why don't you walk us
through it, Sergeant.

Okay. Here we go.

When were the victims found?

About an hour ago.



Neighbor noticed
the front door was left open,

called the police.

- And nothing's been disturbed?
- No, ma'am.

You're seeing what
the responding officers saw.

Is that music I hear
in the background?

Yeah, phonograph in the study,

playing "Jingle Bells"
over and over.

Sleigh bells in April?

The UnSub may have been
trying to recreate

- the atmosphere
of a holiday meal. - Looks like

- their hands were bound.
- They're bound,

shot in the head,
execution style.

Four victims,
but six place settings.

Maybe two of the intended
victims were no-shows.

- Or managed to escape.
- Well, escape seems unlikely,

given the highly
organized nature...

Over there! Get him!

Get the hell away from me!

Ripped By mstoll

"When one
has not had a good father,

one must create one."
Friedrich Nietzsche.

His name's Ezra Warren.

He's 23 years old,
works as a waiter in DC.

He's got a clean record.

So except
for being covered in blood

at the scene of a mass murder,
just your average Joe.

The victims are

Donna Kingman and her
two children, Jenna and Lance,

and Donna's mother, Clara.

And what about the
husband? - Uh, Frank Kingman.

The police are searching for him
now, and the oldest son, Dillon.

The other place settings

- were probably for them.
- Jenna, Lance and Clara

were all shot in the head,
but Donna

- was strangled.
- Her kill was personal.

She was likely
the primary target.

I didn't do it.

You have to believe me.

Why were you in the house, Ezra?

It was supposed to be
a birthday celebration.

Whose birthday?

Lance's mom.

Lance, uh, Kingman?
One of the victims?

Were you and Lance friends?

We were in love.

Why didn't we just stay away

- like everyone wanted?
- Who wanted you to stay away?

Lance's dad.
He hated me.

- Because you're gay?
- Yeah.

Uh, you know, last night
Lance said screw it.

It was his mom's birthday,
and we were gonna go

- whether he liked it or not.
- Tell me what happened.

The four of the them
had just finished dinner.

Lance and I show up,
and immediately

Lance and Frank
got into this massive fight.

- You're not welcome here!
- You're not the one who

- decides who comes!
- As long as I'm the man

- of this house, I will decide!
- You're not my boss!

- I'm not one of your stupid
workers! - Please stop.

I went upstairs to Lance's
room to get away from them.

I was already
pretty drunk, so...

I vaped some hash
and passed out.

Please, stop shouting!

- Leave now!
- When did you wake up?

I don't know.

Felt like
the middle of the night.

So, I go down the stairs, and...

I- I hear this creepy
Christmas music playing.

So I go
into the dining room and...

Lance was dead.

They all were.

So your response
was to run back upstairs

- and hide in the bedroom?
- I panicked.

I saw police car lights outside
and I panicked.

Why did we have to go?

Why didn't we just stay away?

Why?

There's no sign
of robbery or forced entry.

Dirty dishes in the sink.

They already had
their birthday dinner.

Four dishes,
four sets of silverware...

Frank, Donna,

Clara and Jenna.

But five wineglasses.

You're right.

So who joined them for a drink?

Guess the killer wanted
the victims to go through

a make-believe dinner again
before he shot them.

I don't think so.

Look.

The splatter...

it's on the tablecloth

but not the plates...
he shot them first

- and then set the table.
- The ritual

wasn't for the victims,

it was for the UnSub's
own gratification.

Obviously, there was
some sort of fight in here.

Or someone wanting
to make it look that way.

What do you mean?

There's precision
to the disarray.

In an actual fight,
damage tends to follow the path

of the struggle,
much like debris in a storm.

This feels more like a calm,

methodical breaking
of specific items.

Yeah, coupled
with the dining table,

that's very elaborate staging.

It's more like pathology
than a diversionary tactic.

The music's arranged by genre.

We've got big band,
classical, jazz...

and Christmas music.

Hey, Spence?

Dillon Kingman's
not at his apartment.

Nothing on Frank
Kingman, either... no activity

on his cell phone
or credit cards.

And Jenna's last social media
post said that her boyfriend

was at the house
the day of the murders.

I'm having him brought in.

How'd it go?

I'll be the first to admit

my gut's not infallible.

Three marriages and three
divorces can attest to that.

But right now it's telling me...

- Ezra didn't do it.
- And for what it's worth,

my gut is with Rossi
on this one.

Did both of your guts

forget that he tried to flee the
crime scene covered in blood?

Lance and Ezra were a couple.

His grief seems genuine.

And there was no gunshot residue
on his hands.

And all the victims
were corralled one by one,

tied up, positioned at a table,
and then executed.

After which, the killer laid out

a table setting that
would make Martha Stewart proud.

Ezra was too wasted
to manage all of that.

JJ and Reid
are on their way back.

Blood was also found
in Frank Kingman's study.

- It's at the lab. - Well,
if that turns out to be Frank's,

- maybe this is a kidnapping.
- There is a lot

of money in the family...
Donna's an heiress;

Frank works
in commercial real estate.

It doesn't make any sense

as a kidnapping strategy...
murder four people

and then expect a ransom
to be paid?

Sir, I found something.

So, eldest son Dillon Kingman
has a fancy car

and a fancy apartment,
but no visible means of support,

so I did some digging,
and presto.

Ah, money transfers
from his father. - Mm-hmm.

From one secret account
to another... five grand a month.

- How long has that
been going on? - Seven years.

- And then ten months ago,
it stopped. -

Dillon's debts
have been piling up big-time.

That flashy sports car's

- about to be repossessed...
- Excuse me.

Hi, Jessica. What's up?

When did this happen?

No, no, you stay
at the museum with Jack.

I'll handle it.

- Is everything all right, sir?
- I have to go.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

How long had you and Jenna
been dating?

Couple months.

I can't believe she's dead.

Just yesterday
we went to the mall

to get her mom a birthday gift.

Were you invited

to dinner last night?

No.

I was working.

Um, I deliver packages
for a courier service.

Someone can confirm this?

Wait.

You-you think... that I did it?

We just need
to establish an alibi.

My boss saw me.
I put in my notice,

and then finished out my shift.

- Why'd you quit? - I've
been meaning to for a while.

They make us use our own cars
for deliveries

and don't reimburse us enough
for gas.

Tell us about Jenna's family.

Enemies? Problems?

Not really.

Jenna's dad was kind of weird.

Paranoid. Always accusing people
of things.

For instance?

He kept telling me

that I'd better not get
his daughter pregnant,

which is crazy, because me and
Jenna weren't even having sex.

She was waiting
till she got married.

What about Lance and Ezra?

Mr. Kingman was a jerk
about them, too.

Jenna told me that nobody
in the house was even allowed

to talk about how Lance was gay.

And Jenna's older brother
Dillon?

I barely met him.

He and his dad hated each other
though.

Sounds like Frank Kingman
didn't play well with others.

He didn't.

Which is weird, because
Jenna's mom was really nice.

Do you know what the issues were
between Dillon and his father?

No.

I asked Jenna about it once,
and she changed the subject.

She knew.
She just didn't want to tell me.

Just sign and initial right
there, and we'll be ready to go.

- Thank you very much, Officer.
- No problem, Mr. Hotchner.

It's tough, I know.

Was there any damage?

A broken window is all.

The store owner knows
the situation.

He's sympathetic. He isn't
gonna press any charges.

- All he wants is his window
replaced. - Of course.

When did your father-in-law
sell the store?

Uh, 2008.

I used to go there with
my parents when I was a kid.

Mr. Brooks was so nice. He'd
always show me a card trick.

That sounds like him.

Well, okay, I think he's ready.

Uh, Roy, I brought you a coat

- in case you want it.
- Shut up.

Frank Kingman did a lot
of business in the Toronto area,

so we've got the Border Patrol
on alert.

You know, this is beginning
to remind me of Clue.

Colonel Mustard in the billiard
room with the candlestick.

- -Well, if it's clues
you're looking for,

we might be able to help you.

Prints from an extra wineglass
in the kitchen sink

belong to Lance Kingman.

Lance and his dad
were supposedly in the middle

of a blowout argument,
not sipping Merlot.

I guess they worked things out.

Or Ezra's lying.

What if Lance caved
to his father's wishes

and ended things with Ezra?

That could have pushed Ezra
over the edge.

My money's on Dillon.

Deep in debt, hated his father,
still AWOL.

And with everyone dead,

maybe a lot of that
Stancroft Electronics money

- funnels his way.
- Frank Kingman

isn't necessarily dead.
What if he's the killer?

I'm not seeing the why.

Same why that applies to Dillon.

- Inheritance money.
- We'd better find one

- or both of them soon.
- Dillon already found us.

He just turned himself in
to Alexandria P.D.

They're bringing him here.

I'm so sorry, Aaron. How is he?

He's resting.

Jessica, when was the diagnosis?

Last week.

Why didn't you say anything?

He's my father.

He's my responsibility,
not yours.

I was gonna talk to you about it
tonight.

I even left an assisted living
brochure on your desk.

Okay. Well, he's fine,

and we'll both see you guys when
you get back from the museum,

- okay?
- Thanks, Aaron.

Bye.

This is ridiculous.

Coming all the way up here.

- I'm not even dressed.
- Jessica said

she'll bring you some clothes
when she and Jack come home.

I got all kinds of clothes
at my house.

What are you doing?

I've got an active case
that I need to stay on top of.

Thought you had an office
for that.

I do, but, uh, I can, uh,

stay in touch
with the phone and the computer.

I don't need no damn babysitter.

You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

No, I'm not.

The hell you aren't.

You're mad because I've never
forgiven you for what happened.

And now this is payback.

Roy, this has nothing to do
with the past.

The hell it doesn't.

It has everything to do
with what we are.

It's all we got.

You, me,

and the sweet past.

So, Dillon told police
that he had been hiking

through the Great Smoky
Mountains for the past week.

Right.
And Elvis is alive and well

and cutting a new album
in my basement.

Mm. Well, shall we see
what he has to say for himself?

You've got to find my father.

He's the one who did this.

- You sound awfully certain.
- Everyone's dead,

and he's gone.
Who else could it be?

Okay. Well, let's-let's talk
about who else,

starting with you.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

If I did it, why the hell
would I turn myself in?

Mm. Insider tip, Dillon.

We tend to look doubly hard
at the helpful suspects.

Now, I don't suppose
there was anyone on that trail

in Tennessee
that could verify your alibi.

I did not kill my family.

We're wasting time right now.
Move on.

Okay. Uh, what can you tell me
about Ezra Warren?

Lance's boyfriend? Why-why
do you want to know about him?

Assume I've got my reasons.

I don't know. He's...

Ezra's a weird guy. Druggie.

He's got a bad temper.

How do you know
about his temper?

I saw him kick
my dad's Jaguar once. Hard.

He put a dent in the side
this big.

Okay, now,
what about your sister Jenna?

Anything we should know
about her?

Jen...

She was just a party girl.

She liked to have fun.
Not-not really bright.

Her-her boyfriend Marc painted a
much more conservative picture.

Said she was saving herself
for sex until she was married.

Saving herself?

No, that-that ship sailed
long before Marc.

Jenna told me the no sex part
was his idea.

She wanted to jump his bones.

Why would Marc lie
about something like that?

I've got a theory.

Now would be a great time
to share that theory.

Put it this way,

Marc was a lot more into Lance
than my sister.

You think Marc was gay.

That's how it looked to me.

So he was only dating
your sister Jenna

to get close to your brother.

I'm telling you what I saw.

And trust me, Ezra saw it, too.

What have you got, Garcia?

Sir, I'm sorry to bother you,
but you told me to call

if I found something,
and I found something.

- Yeah, what is it?
- Okay,

going through
Frank Kingman's business,

the financials.

He's been paying a consulting
fee of $20,000 twice a year

for the last 25 years to
a C.L. Gilliam & Associates.

Okay. Firstly, there isn't
nor has there ever been

a company in the United States
working under that name.

Secondly, the payments
abruptly stopped ten months ago.

Right around the time Frank
stopped sending money to Dillon.

Exactamente. And thirdly,

the payments were made
at the same dates every year,

May 3 and... creepy drumroll...
December 24.

Jingle the jingle bells, anyone?
Hmm?

All right,
expand your search for Gilliam

and see if May 3 holds
any special significance

- for the Kingman family.
- Right.

So why aren't you on
speaking terms with your father?

I hate the man.

I always have.

Really?

Why does that surprise you?

Uh, personally, I would...

I would find it hard
to hate someone that gave me

$5,000 a month for seven years,
but...

No, that-that was just
an advance on my trust fund.

Mm. Of course it was.

You have a lot of money issues
now, don't you, Dillon?

Debt.

- Behind on your rent. - My entire
family just got murdered.

I could be next.

Please,
forgive me if I'm not worried

- about unpaid rent right now.
- Yeah, the thing is,

Dillon, you weren't worried
two weeks ago either.

What are you talking about?

You were pricing condos
in Georgetown.

E-Expensive ones.

Almost like you were expecting
some sudden change of fortune.

It checks out.
Frank brought his Jaguar

in February to the body shop
to repair a shoe-sized dent

on the driver's door.

So, Ezra does have a history
of violent behavior

towards Frank Kingman.

That along with being odd man
out in a love triangle.

My gut hasn't gotten any more
reliable since my third divorce.

- Thank you, Penelope.
- Mm-hmm.

I heard you were hungry,

so I thought I might bring you
a little surprise.

What is in this?

It's a croissant,
and it's still warm!

Oh, you love me, and I love you.
I-I know I flirt with Derek,

but that's like an animal "blood
in the nostrils" kind of thing.

What we have is
a-a pure, transcendent,

blueberry-filled... Uh-oh.

- What is it? - Uh, Dillon
Kingman's Great Smoky alibi

just went up in smoke.

Uh, according to his credit
card, he went to the same local

gas station twice yesterday.

2.2 gallons at 7:03 a.m.

Then 15.4 gallons at 9:22 p.m.

What kind of car does he drive?

Uh, Audi A6, 2012.

Let's see. With a highway
to city ratio of four to one,

averaged to 29 miles per gallon,

which is standard
for that make, model, and year,

he traveled roughly 450 miles,

which assuming one way and back

puts his destination
225 miles away.

I want to believe you, Ezra.
I really do.

But it's not getting any easier.

The car thing was a one-time
deal. I just lost my temper.

What about Marc Clifford?

- Jenna's boyfriend?
- Well, rumor has it

that Marc and Lance
spent time together.

What are you getting at?
Marc is straight.

Is he? Because Marc chose not
to have sex with Jenna

even though
she was more than willing.

Yeah, probably 'cause he was
too busy screwing around

with his other girlfriends.

That's right.

He had two or three around town.

Lance found out, got pissed,
told him to knock it off.

He didn't want his sister
getting hurt like that.

Lance took that much interest
in his sister's dating life?

Well, with what was going on
with their parents, yeah.

What do you mean?

Nobody was supposed
to know this, but...

they were
planning on separating.

The marriage was finished.

I made you a sandwich,
Roy, if you're hungry.

This-this is what
you and Jessica

have been doing behind my back.

You went through my desk?

Well, I'm an old man
with Alzheimer's.

I'm not responsible
for my actions.

I didn't even know about
the situation until today.

Happy Hoofers Club.

That's where they take you
to a mall that you walk around.

Big deal, huh? Yeah?
Bingo tournaments.

Movie nights with popcorn.

What's wrong with movie night?

It's a damn nursing home,
that's what's wrong with it!

I'd go to the movies
and chew popcorn by myself.

I've been
to these places before.

They take you there
to shrivel up and die.

Roy, the doctors have said
you're gonna need more help.

Doctors.
I could write a book

on what doctors don't know.
I'm fine.

You broke into your old store
this morning and you

told the police that you were
opening up for business.

I got a little mixed up. You're
not allowed to get mixed up?

They could have
taken you to jail.

This is jail!
This is jail!

I make a mistake,
change of clothes fixes that.

You make a mistake...

...I lose my daughter.

Yeah.

I'm getting double-teamed now?

Well, you're in twice
as much trouble now.

Lincoln Tunnel toll booth,
time-stamped at 9:05 a.m.

- Yesterday morning. - Nowhere
near the Great Smoky Mountains,

- last time I checked.
- And don't bother lying

about who your friend is...
we already know. Vice ID'd her.

She's a call girl
who operates out of DC.

Clients are lobbyists,
politicos...

I can explain that.

I drive girls to the clients
and I bring them back.

That's all.

I need the job.
I'm about to get evicted.

- It's still illegal.
- I'm broke.

I mean, seriously broke.

Five grand a month from your
father's just hush money, huh?

He was having an affair.

Found out by accident.

I was home from school
my freshman year of college

- and saw him outside a motel
with some woman. - Freshman?

So this affair had been
going on for seven years?

Think it went on
a lot longer than that.

Why'd he cut you off?

He said he ended the affair
and came clean with my mom.

Do you know
who this other woman is?

No. I only saw her
that one time.

She was maybe in her early 40s.

Reddish hair. Short.

Okay. We may have
a new front-runner

in the suspect game.

Maybe when Frank ended things

his mistress decided
to destroy his family.

Saving the most personal kill
for the wife...

the role she felt she deserved.

Hell hath no fury.

Except this scorned woman

would be closing in
on 50 by now.

Now, Dillon said she was short.

Would she have the physicality

to pull off
a mass killing like this?

What if Frank and his mistress
are in this together?

Ezra said Frank and Donna
were planning to separate.

And Donna had most of the money.

Could be. Get rid of the family,
take the cash,

disappear to the islands.

Um, I'm not positive,

but I'm pretty, pretty positive
that C.L. Gilliam is...

Cora Gilliam.
She's a bookkeeper

who lives and works
in Rockville, Maryland.

- What makes you think she's
the one? - She's the right age,

she fits the description,
she's never been married, and

she was living
well above her means

until precisely ten months ago,

when she had to downsize.
She moved to an apartment,

she put up her house for sale.

Huh?

Well, let's go have a chat.

Cora Gilliam.
FBI. Open the door.

- Stop!
- Oh!

Gun! Keep your hands
away from the weapon.

The gun's registered to me.
I'm allowed to carry it.

Carrying it's not the problem.

Pointing it at FBI agents
is the problem.

I was scared.

I saw the news reports
about Frank and his family.

- I thought I could be next.
- Do you know where Frank is?

No.

We haven't seen each other
in nearly a year.

That's the truth.

How long were the two of you
together?

- 26 years.
- How'd it start?

I was 19. Single mom
of a two-year-old and...

barely making it
and then I met Frank.

Was he married then?

He and his wife had just
come back from their honeymoon.

And that didn't send up
a red flag about his character?

When you're as desperate
as I was, there's no such thing

- as a red flag.
- And you yourself

never got married
or had any other children?

Frank's a...

controlling person.

We had an agreement.

I would be there for him,
exclusively, and...

in exchange, he'd
take care of me financially.

It sounds colder than it was.

- We loved each other.
- And then

he just suddenly ended it
ten months ago?

It wasn't all that sudden.

Things had been winding down.

After my son graduated
high school six years ago,

we saw each other less and less.

Why?

I don't know why.

Maybe he finally
just got tired of me.

Men are men.

Dad!

Hey, buddy. How was it?

I went inside a space capsule.

That's awesome.

- Was it amazing?
- Uh-huh.

I thought I heard
my favorite grandson.

- Look what I got, Grandpa.
- Look at that...

a Spitfire Mk II?

That fighter plane
is the greatest fighter plane

that was ever built!

Want to play my new video game?

You want to get beat?

- You're going down.
- You-you...

You're dreaming, boy.
You're dreaming.

How's he been?

Well, about what you'd expect.

He went through my desk
and found the brochure.

What did he say?

What's this button for?

To turn left.

- Whoa!
- Not that far.

There's no way he can
stay at home, is there?

Not without
around-the-clock help.

He's on a fixed income
and there's no way

that I can afford that.

I'd offer to have him
here, but...

He'd never do that.

I know.

I'm out of options, Aaron.

My place is way too small.

His sister said that
she was gonna take him,

but three days ago
she broke her hip.

And that place
in West Virginia...

they need an answer
by tomorrow, or otherwise

they're gonna
give it to someone else.

I'm an awful person.

No, you're not.

It's gonna kill him.

Well, he's a proud man.

And nobody wants to give up
their independence.

My whole life, he was the rock.

I have to go back to work,

but stay for dinner and we'll
both talk to him tonight.

Okay?

Thank you.

I don't want to do this alone.

That's yours.

Oh, I got the knack of it now.

Now I'm gonna whup you.
You're toast.

- You're toast.
- Yeah, well, we'll see.

I'm the whuppin' master.

Yeah?
You're about to be dethroned.

- They let Cora go? - Apparently
she's still got enough money

tucked away to dial up
a good lawyer.

Hotch says he's on his way back.

All right, spill it, Spence.
You got that... thing going on.

Cora said when she met Frank
she had a child.

- Yeah, that's right.
- But then she said that same kid

graduated from high school
six years ago.

If he was two
when she met Frank,

he would have graduated
ten years ago.

The math doesn't line up.

Well, it does if she didn't
have the child until

- after she met Frank Kingman.
- What if her kid

is actually his?

- And there's no paper trail?
- Sir, I really can't

find anything.
Cora's child must've been

home schooled, home doctored,
home everything.

Frank probably demanded
complete secrecy.

An illegitimate child
would destroy the marriage.

I'll keep digging,
but there's not...

You say the payments
to Cora were on May 3

- and Christmas Eve, right?
- Yeah.

Well, check to see if May 3
could be the child's birthday.

His birthday...
His birthday! Yes.

I'm gonna take that nugget
of brilliance and run with it.

All right, thanks.
Have the police

been dispatched
to Cora's apartment?

- They're on their way.
- Well, the kid had motive.

Seeing his mother
unceremoniously dumped

- by an absentee dad.
- Especially if he and his mom

were shut out of the family
afterwards.

He came back for revenge.

Okay,

but why now? Did the UnSub
finally just snap?

Everything fell apart
ten months ago.

The secret affair was out.
The blackmail

- and extortion stopped.
- And something happened

in the Kingman family
between then and now.

Jenna got a new boyfriend.

But why wouldn't Marc Clifford
have sex with her?

- According to Ezra, he wasn't
gay. - And he was sexually active

with other women around town,
so it wasn't a moral issue.

Well, what if he knew
something she didn't:

That she was his half sister?

Sit down, Mom.

We have something to celebrate.

Thanks, baby girl.
You're the best.

Garcia says
that Marc Clifford grew up

by the name of Marc Powers.

- That's why he was so hard
to find. - Rockville P.D. Say

there's no sign of Cora or
anybody else at her apartment.

Maybe she's on the run.

Or Marc's already gotten to her.

This house brings back memories.

It's too bad
you have to sell it.

I never should have told you
the truth.

I would have figured out
that you lied.

You had money,

and then you didn't.

I only lied to protect you.

About who my father really was.

I can see why.

Instead you gave me
Captain Frank Powers,

lost in action while gallantly
serving in Desert Storm.

You grieving at home,

pregnant with his unborn son.

You were a little boy
with no father.

You deserved a hero.

Hero.

Every dinner you would set out
a plate for him.

Remember?

You, me, and that empty plate.

Night after night after night.

Keeping alive the hope
that one day he would return.

I want to show you something.

He's home at last, Mom,

in the spot
we always saved for him.

There's still no sign of Marc
or Cora. We've put an APB out.

- Garcia said Cora had downsized
recently. - That's right.

She moved into the apartment
and put her house up for sale.

We should find out
if the house has sold yet.

Take a seat.

Sit down. Take a seat.

Want to know how I did it?

I got my gun and some rope,

and I went over to their house.

Lance and his dad

had been arguing,

but they stopped when I came in.

Frank just gave me
a disgusted look

and left the room.

I was a nuisance, as usual.

I followed after Frank.

I hit him with the gun.

He was out cold.

So I tied him up

and went back
into the dining room.

I put the gun on Jenna
and made Lance

tie everyone to their chairs.

And then I tied Lance up.

I shot them all.

Afterwards,
I-I reset the table...

...and put on
appropriate music.

And finally...

it was as it should have been.

With me in my rightful spot

at the head of the table.

I brought Frank back here
and killed him.

But at least before he went,

he knew.

You've done a terrible thing,
Marc.

Yeah.

I have a confession to make.

I called you a liar.

But... I told you a lie, too.

What do you mean?

I told you I shot them all.

But when I tried to pull the
trigger on Donna, I couldn't.

I strangled her.

And as my hands squeezed

tighter around her throat,

I pretended that she was you,
Mom.

What are you gonna do to me?

I'm gonna reunite

the two of you.

Together at last,

forever.

Marc Clifford, FBI.

Show me your hands.

Do it now.
Nobody else needs to get hurt.

Don't worry, Mom.

I killed you already anyway.

You're as dead as he is.

Oh, God.

God.

- -(handcuffs
Let's go.

Dad, can we build

- my plane tonight?
- Of course.

The adults need a little time
first though, okay?

Okay.

Here we go.

The talk.

Dad...

It's a good facility, Roy.

- It's only three hours away...
- Actually,

Aaron, I've been thinking.
Dad, do you remember

when I told you I got a
promotion at my job last month?

Mm-hmm.

That I'd be supervising
a new software unit?

Well, yeah.

Well, I was going
to use the extra money

to move into an apartment
closer to town, but...

if I stay in the same complex,

I can get a two-bedroom place.

I want you to live with me.

Oh...

That's...

That is very sweet of you.

But no.

Why not?

Because I don't want
to be a burden.

You wouldn't be.

You're really handy
around the house,

and I could use the help.

Mm.

You're awfully quiet.

Well, it's up to you.

I will say that Jack would like
having you close.

No Happy Hoofers.

No bingo tournaments.

- -We can still have
popcorn and movies.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay. I am going
to go get our things.

When we get home,
we can start planning

what your room's
gonna look like.

Great.

I think it's a good solution.

Oh, I'm sure you think
it's a great solution.

Sure.

Given the fact
that you conceived the idea.

My brain may be checking out,
but I'm not an idiot.

Jessica told me a while ago

that her promotion
was in title only.

And this song and dance

that you two have been doing
for my benefit,

you're giving her
the extra money, aren't you?

Good night, Grandpa.

Hey, big guy.

Listen, you owe me a rematch
on that car race thing.

- You hear me?
- Okay.

Go get everything set up.
I'll be there in a minute.

Okay?

He's all I got left of Haley.

I see her in his eyes.

Small things he does.

I see it, too.

You and me, we're not good,
you know.

I'll never forgive you
for what happened.

I wish you didn't feel that way.

Oh, don't be so understanding.

For once,

take the low road
and tell me to take a hike.

I think about what Haley
would want for this family.

Well, I do, too.

She'd want to be alive still,

and she'd want
to be Jack's mom again.

She wouldn't want us holding on
to anger

or pointing fingers
at each other.

I'm pointing anyway.

You'll be rid of me soon enough.

Doctors told me that...

there will come a day when...

I won't know who she is.

Just a stranger.

No anger.

No pain.

No regret.

You know,

this disease may not be a curse
after all.

Come on, Dad.

Let's go.

Dad?

Coming.

All right, you lead the way.

Okay.

"We are made wise not
by the recollection of our past

but by the responsibility
for our future."

George Bernard Shaw.

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