Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 11, Episode 17 - The Sandman - full transcript

Previously
on "Criminal Minds"...

Woman, you are driving me
crazy, you know that?

Derek? What's going on?

I don't know.

Derek! Derek, talk to me.

Derek!

Savannah--

call Hotch! Call Hotch!
Call Hotch!

Are you there?
What's wrong?!

We did just take down a network
of online hitmen,

but is this is blowback,
why Morgan?



Time to die.

Not yet.

Hey.

The next time you ask,

I will not be late
for you.

Or our son.

I don't know if it's a boy.
It could be a girl.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Mommy!

Mommy, help!

Mommy, help me!

Ronnie?! Ronnie?!

Ronnie! Ronnie!



Mommy!
Jim, wake up! Wake up!

Jim!

Aah!

Help, mommy! Help!

Ronnie, Ronnie,
where are you?!

Ronnie, where are you?!

Ohh! Ohh!

Help, mommy! Help!

Ronnie, where are you?

Ohh! Ohh!

I can't see!

No! Aah!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
There you are.

How are you settling in?

Oh, you know.
Like riding a bike.

You know, I've been
meaning to ask,

um, I've got an opening
in my poker group next week.

Why don't you join us.

Oh, my dance card's kind of
full these days, Rossi,

you know, getting ready
for a baby.

Well, that's all the more
reason to play,

you know, jump-start the kid's
college fund with a little money.

Ok.

Ok, I'll see
what I can do.

I left a file
in the conference room.

I was just in there.
I didn't see any files.

You sure about that?

Positive. No files.

I--I would have noticed.

All right, your eyes are starting
to do that little thing that they do.

Let's have it.

Have what?

It's not my birthday.

And I said to you, please,
no welcome back party.

All right, look,
I'm not saying,

but I was supposed
to distract you,

so do me a favor and act

surprised when you go
in there, all right?

All right,
I got you covered.

And let's just keep it
an extra 30 seconds, just to be sure.

No problem.

So my eyes do this
thing, huh?

Little bit.

I better work on that
before poker night.

Surprise!
Surprise!

Welcome back!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
no, you didn't.

Not my idea, babe.
I was outnumbered.

How long has this
been in the works?

Oh, two weeks.
You didn't suspect?

I, uh, had no idea.

That's good.
A certain amount of cluelessness

is nice in a husband.

Ok, hush up.

Amen to that.
A woman is entitled to her secrets,

especially
from a profiler.

Well, this profiler
may not be changing any diapers,

but I will tear up
some diaper cake.

Oh, you look like
a diaper changer to me.

Yes, you will be changing
some diapers.

Ladies, I was joking,
I was joking.

Look, baby, I was joking.
It was a joke.

Yeah, we're on the way.

I'll activate the Child Abduction
Rapid Deployment team from here.

Yeah, thanks.
Come in.

Hey, I have been sent
to commandeer you.

Sir, party's in high gear.

There's been a double homicide and
a child abduction in Wichita.

Uh, I'll go let
the others know.

JJ.

Give them 10 minutes.

There's time while
the plane's being readied.

♪ Criminal Minds 11x17 ♪
The Sandman
Original Air Date on March 16, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

"Parents are the bones

on which children
sharpen their teeth."

Peter Ustinov.

Thank you.

Ronnie Brewer
is still missing.

Both parents' eyes were filled
with sand and glued shut.

Mr. Sandman,
bring me a nightmare.

This is
a well organized unsub.

He managed to kill
both parents,

perform a complicated ritual,

and successfully
abduct the boy.

JJ's right. It's a lot
of moving parts

for one person
to orchestrate.

Could we be looking
at a team?

This is reminiscent
of the killing

of the Clutter family
in 1959, also in Kansas.

That crime was perpetrated
by two ex-cons working together.

The "In Cold Blood"
murders.

But that was a robbery
gone bad.

It doesn't seem to be
the case here.

Well, assuming Ronnie Brewer
was the ultimate target,

why risk entering
the home at all?

I mean, wouldn't it be
simpler just to grab the kid

on the way to school?

Well, the abduction
of the child

from a place
of presumed safety

must be an essential
part of his ritual.

Who knows?
Maybe the killer

had a score to settle
with mom and dad, too.

The sealing of the eyes
could indicate remorse.

He didn't want them to see
what he was doing to their kid.

Then why not just
kill them immediately?

I mean,
he must have a reason

for rendering the parents
functionally blind first.

You know,
the sand in the eyes

could be a purely
symbolic gesture.

The Sandman was
a mythical character

who would sprinkle
magic dust

in the eyes of children
while they slept.

Yeah, but I thought
he was a benevolent figure,

a bringer of good dreams.

Not always. In one version
of the myth,

he would actually
pop the eyeballs out of kids

to use as food
for his own offspring.

Please.
I stand corrected.

All right, when we land,
Dave, you and JJ

go to the crime scene.
Reid and Lewis to the M.E.,

and Morgan and I will get
set up at the precinct.

An AMBER alert
has been issued

and police checkpoints
have been established

here, here, and here.

I understand a witness
saw a vehicle

leaving the area about
the time of the murders?

That's right. A farmhand
employed by Mr. Brewer.

He reported seeing a white male
in a gray sedan speeding away.

Did he get
the make or model?

No. The car was out
on the main road,

not the driveway,
so the worker didn't think

much of it until
he discovered the bodies.

About what time
was that?

Shortly before dawn.

Well, this is a small
agricultural community.

If the killer stalked the
Brewer family beforehand,

someone may have noticed.

Or he could be
a seasonal worker

with no local
connections.

Which would be
our worst-case scenario,

someone who
came from nowhere

and is now headed
back to nowhere.

No tread marks anywhere,

the unsub probably
parked his car

along the main road
and walked in,

Does the family
have dogs?

No. No security system
either.

Well, there's nothing
around back.

The garage and storage
were unlocked.

And I bet the Brewers
probably never locked

their front door.

You know, that's not
so unusual.

I grew up
in a place like this

and that's just
how it was.

People trusted
one another.

Trust is a good thing.

So are deadbolts
and a rottweiler.

Hopefully some of
this blood's the unsub's

and we can pull DNA.

Lyla Brewer's body
was found in the hallway.

Her husband never
made it out of bed.

He must have been
killed first.

Well, it makes sense.

Eliminate the primary threat

before moving on
to mother and child.

Mrs. Brewer spent some time
stumbling around out here.

And in the child's
bedroom

and in the bathroom
and in the study.

She covered a lot
of ground before dying.

There are, uh, fresh
scratches on the floor here.

Too heavy for her
to have moved.

What if the unsub did it
to block the top of the stairs?

Seal off the child's
escape, maybe?

Or prevent a blinded
Mrs. Brewer from taking a fall?

Strange that he'd be
concerned for her safety

right before crushing
her skull.

I don't get it.
If the goal was the child

and Jim Brewer's attack
was quick and lethal,

why did the unsub let Lyla
stumble around for so long

before finally killing her?

Good to see you again,
Dr. Reid.

Nice to see you.

Again?

Yeah. We had a case here
4 years ago.

The tornado guy.
That was one for the books.

So do we have a C.O.D.
on the victims?

Mr. Brewer's was
massive blood loss

from a severed trachea,

most likely a thin-bladed
serrated knife.

And Mrs. Brewer?

Her skull was fractured.

Some type of blunt-force
trauma.

It's highly unusual
for a killer to use

different weapons
on different victims.

Speaking of unusual,
take a look.

Corneal tissue samples
from the eyes of each victim.

Mr. Brewer's on the left
and Mrs. Brewer's on the right.

Mrs. Brewer's has
many more macrophages.

That's right. It's a natural immunological
response to a foreign substance.

Huh. The white blood cells in Mr. Brewer's
sample are completely normal.

Plain English--his eyes
didn't react to the glue.

Plainer English--
he was already dead when it happened.

Garcia's not coming up
with much.

The Brewer family
was well-liked.

No known enemies.

What about registered
sex offenders in the area?

There's over a thousand
in Wichita alone.

Garcia's checking them out.

Agent Hotchner.

The body of a young boy
was just found.

Where?

Prairie Creek Road,
a few miles from the crime scene.

The description matches
Ronnie Brewer.

The child's body has
not yet been identified,

but there is growing fear
that it could be Ronnie Brewer,

the boy missing from
the attack here in Wichita last night.

Stay tuned--

Hey, Hotch,
we're done here.

It's definitely Ronnie.

I recognize him
from the family photos.

Body temperature
and state of rigor

indicates that he's been
dead 7 to 8 hours.

So he must have been killed
immediately after the abduction.

It doesn't make sense.
All the effort put into taking him.

Well, maybe the compulsion
is about the pursuit of the child

rather than
the child itself.

Well, if that's the case,
he's gonna try again soon,

with someone else.

Josie!

Time to come in.

I'm texting with Gaby.
In a minute.

That's what you said
20 minutes ago.

I want your homework
done before dinner.

Unfortunately, all of the blood at
the Brewer crime scene

was either from Lyla or Jim Brewer.
Nothing from the unsub.

I just talked to the M.E.
Ronnie Brewer died from asphyxiation

but had not been
sexually assaulted.

Unless strangling the boy
was the sexual release.

Or it could have been the unsub's
first abduction and he panicked,

disposed of the child
immediately once he had him.

The M.E. also said that
the type of glue in the Brewers' eyes

is frequently used
for surgical closures,

so the drying process
on the skin in well documented.

Apparently it had been
applied at 5:15 am.

Well, the farm hand said
they saw that gray sedan

flee the scene at 6:20,
so if that was our unsub,

what was he doing
in the house for that hour?

All Josie ever does
is stare at that phone.

It's not normal.

She's 13. It's normal.

Girls her age should be
out doing things.

What's so funny?

Picturing you
a hundred years ago.

"Motor cars aren't normal.

What the hell's wrong
with the horse and buggy?"

Good night.

Good night.

The glue our unsub used
is sold practically everywhere,

so we can't isolate
point of purchase.

A mineral analysis
from the sand, however,

indicates that it came from
the Seneca River in upstate New York.

You ok?

Yeah.

Morgan, we're gonna find
the people who tried to kill you.

He was in his pajamas.

Ronnie Brewer.

Out there by the side
of the road,

he was still
in his pajamas.

I'm sorry, kid, I, uh,

I don't know, man.

6 months
on the sidelines.

I guess I still have a few blisters where
I used to have calluses.

I don't think
that's what this is.

Oh, no?

Then what is it?

You're about to be a dad.
You know?

You have to expect the world
to start to feel different.

It just feels so hard.

Not as in difficult.

Literally hard.

Like asphalt is hard.

Like pavement.

And children are soft.

Yeah.

Defenseless.

That's why every day we try
to make this world a little safer.

If there's one thing
I'm sure of,

is that you and Savannah
are going to be great parents.

Charge by the hour, Doc?

Aah!

Josie?!

Josie!

Aah! No...

Oh, my God.

Eleven.

Aah!

So what do we know?

Our father's dead,
daughter's missing,

but we may have caught a break here.
The mother survived.

Do you know
if she's able to talk?

No, she just went
into surgery.

JJ's at the hospital with here.
But it's definitely our guy.

Glue and sand
in both parents' eyes

and the father's throat
was slit.

I saw an alarm panel
by the front door.

It wasn't activated, but it did keep
the computerized log

of all home activity.

Shows the back door was
opened and closed at 3:35 am.

And then again at 4:47 am.

An hour, just like
the other attack,

but this time
he left a witness.

Well, he may have
gotten sloppy

and assumed she was dead.

I mean, she was found
unconscious in a pool of blood.

Family have
any other children?

Just Josie,
the missing daughter.

- How old is she?
- 13.

Differential sex offenders

usually cross age
and gender lines

only when their preference
isn't available.

And Ronnie Brewer
wasn't sexually assaulted,

so we may not be dealing
with a pedophile.

No, I don't think we are.
This is something else entirely.

We're looking for
a family annihilator.

We believe he's a white male
in his early to mid-30s.

He is intelligent,

well organized,
and meticulous.

Family annihilators
are often quick and ruthless,

but this unsub prolongs the suffering
of his victims.

He appears to kill
in stages.

First the father,
then the mother,

and finally the child.

The mother seems to be
the primary target of the unsub's rage.

She is forced to endure
a sense of helplessness

for upwards of an hour while
her child is in danger.

So we're dealing
with a sadist?

Yes, but not sadism
as we typically think of it.

Despite the savagery
of the attacks,

the killer does not derive
gratification from inflicting pain.

It's from observing
the panic in his victims.

The sadism
is psychological.

Something
may have happened

in the unsub's childhood
where he felt unprotected.

Perhaps his own mother
turned a blind eye

to a real or perceived danger.

And this could explain
the ritual of placing

sand and glue
in the parents' eyes,

symbolically blinding
them as punishment.

Ellie Zumwalt survived
her injuries,

and this may discourage this unsub
and make him more cautious.

Or have
the opposite effect.

It could infuriate him
and spur him to attack again soon,

with increased violence.

Residents in remote
or rural areas

and families with
an only child

should exercise extreme caution
in the coming days.

Thank you.

Still no sign
of Josie Zumwalt.

And we scoured every inch of road
in a 10-mile radius.

Well, either she's
still alive or the unsub

did a much better job
of body concealment this time.

If he did kill her,

why deviate from his
previous disposal method?

My gut says
he's still holding her.

But why her
and not the Brewer boy?

I'm not sure.
But things didn't go as planned

in the second attack.
Ellie Zumwalt survived.

Ok. Maybe it's like we profiled--
he has to kill sequentially,

in the order of
the Brewer family murders.

So, until the mother dies,
he can't kill the child.

I'll have the hospital
beef up security.

Yeah.

Guys. Take a look
at this.

Look at the mantel.

The hourglass.

Yeah, it isn't in
the Christmas photo

which was only taken
a couple months earlier.

Could be a recent purchase
or they might have moved it there

from some other place
in the house.

Except we know the unsub
spends an hour at each crime scene.

What if he brought it
with him as a kind of timer?

Ok. I'll have Sgt. Whitfield
search the Zumwalt house

for a similar hourglass.

It's Hotch.

Ellie Zumwalt is out
of surgery and awake.

Thank you.

We appreciate you talking
to us, Mrs. Zumwalt.

We know this is
a difficult time.

My husband is dead,
isn't he?

Yes, he is.

We're very sorry.

What about Josie?

Is my daughter all right?

We're hopeful.

That's why it's important
that you tell us

everything you can
about what happened.

I was asleep,

and then there was a scream.

It was Josie.

I woke up,
but my eyes wouldn't open.

Josie kept screaming.

And every time I went
to where I thought she was,

the scream came
from somewhere else.

We realize
you couldn't see well,

but could you make out
any features about this man?

No.

He--he wore something
on his face.

They were like, um,

I don't know, glasses.

Like eyeglasses?

No, no. Bigger than that.

More like, um, like goggles.

That's all I could make out.

Did he speak?

Only at the end.

Eleven.

That's all he said.

"Eleven."

Ms. Zumwalt,

do your or anybody in the family
own an hourglass?

Police found this
in your living room.

I've never seen that
before in my life.

What you got, baby girl?

What I've got is
fail, fail, and more fail.

Remember Thomas
Alva Edison, Penelope.

"I have not failed.

I've just found 10,000
ways that won't work."

Ok, let me rephrase
what I just said.

I'm currently waist-deep
in what is not working.

Despite the distinctive
craftsmanship,

I cannot figure out
who made these hourglasses,

and I haven't been able
to find a single person

who recently relocated
from upstate New York to Wichita.

Something must connect
our unsub

to the Seneca River.

All the sand
in the world right here

and this guy brings dirt
from 1,500 miles away.

Garcia, you confirmed
that the hourglasses were handcrafted?

Oh, for sure.
We're talking topnotch museum quality,

but not by
any artisan known

in the high-end
glass-blowing community,

and yes, there is
such a thing

as the high-end
glass-blowing community.

All right, look for boys
ages 8 to 12

who were sexually victimized
and/or abducted

in upstate New York
in the mid-1990s, all right?

Ok. Hit you back
if and when.

They're analyzing the sand
from both hourglasses now

to see if it matches
what was put in the victims' eyes.

So far no prints or DNA.

The unsub's careful.

And precise.
I calculated

the width
of hourglass necks

with the average
grain of sand

having a .2-millimeter
diameter

and a volume of .0042
cubic millimeters.

Given the weight
of the sand,

that's a gravity flow
duration of 3,600 seconds.

You know, obviously
give or take a few.

Skill level off the charts,

yet his work is unknown.

Not for sale,
not even for display.

This guy operates
in a vacuum.

Which speaks to the intensely private
nature of his obsession.

Mineral analysis just came in
on the hourglass sand.

Also from upstate New York?

No, it's local.

Most likely
from the Platte River.

What's the matter, Sergeant?

It's what they found
next to him in the sand.

Human bone and tooth enamel.

Please, don't hurt me.
Please.

- Hello.
- Hi there.

Uh, I was trying
to call Hotch,

but it kept going
to voicemail.

He's still at the hospital
with JJ. What's going on?

Ok, I did what
man chocolate asked.

I got this list.

There are certain things
that should never exist,

and one of those is this
depressingly long list.

Does anything specific
jump out at you?

Aside from the horribleness
of it all, no.

You know, send me all
the police, hospital,

and child services transcripts
associated with the cases.

Everything on all of them?

Yeah, I'll print out
hard copies here.

Ok. You're gonna need
a forklift,

and I hope you're using
recyclable paper, but...

On its way.

All right.
Thank you so much, Garcia.

Why are you doing this?

I never did anything
to you.

I don't understand.

No, no, no. Please!
Please, I'll be quiet.

I don't want
to go in there!

I promise I'll be quiet.

No, don't!

No, don't!

Please, I'll be quiet.
Please!

I want to go home!
Please!

I wonder what the unsub
meant by "eleven."

We know he measures
the time spent in each house.

It could be some sort
of countdown.

What are you thinking,
Aaron?

The hospital report
on Ellie Zumwalt.

Her injuries were minor.

It was the gradual
loss of blood

that caused her
to lose consciousness.

Well, the unsub must have thought
she bled out and left her for dead.

That was his big mistake.

I don't think
there was a mistake.

What do you mean?

What if Ellie Zumwalt
was never meant to die,

that the mistake
that the unsub made

was actually
at the first crime scene?

The Brewer murders?
The guy's a family annihilator.

He killed them all. To me that
sounds like mission accomplished.

We didn't understand why he used
two different murder weapons

on Jim and Lyla Brewer.

That's because there never
was a second weapon.

I'm still not following.

Dave, you said that
a large piece of furniture

was moved to block the top
of the stairs at the Brewer house.

That's right.
JJ and I assumed

it was to prevent her
from escaping.

I don't think so.
It wasn't to set her up for the kill.

It was to keep her from falling down
the stairs and killing herself.

So her skull fracture
was what, an accident?

The victim was blinded,
hardwood floors slippery with blood.

She could have fallen
and hit her head on a blunt object.

That means the unsub's
plan all along

was for both mothers
to survive.

Exactly.

But why?

That's what we need
to figure out.

Josie's fate depends on it.

Found someone.

Who?

Patrick Sorenson
of Oswego, New York.

He was on Garcia's list
of potential victims.

Abducted by a pedophile
in 1993 when he was 9,

raised by a single mother
with substance abuse problems.

A mother who was literally asleep
at the wheel when the boy was taken.

She was passed out drunk in her car
parked behind their house.

Mommy!

The boy said
he screamed for help,

but the mom never came.

Well, that explains the ritual
of blaming the surrogate mother

while she sleeps.

And it gets worse.
Listen to this.

While Patrick was recovering
in the hospital,

the mother left a good-bye note
on the kitchen table

and was never
heard from again.

She abandoned him.
The guilt must have been too much.

Any idea of the whereabouts of
Patrick or the mother?

The mom never surfaced.
Patrick went into the foster care system

and moved back to Oswego, where he lived
quietly up until 6 weeks ago,

when he vanished
without a trace.

Garcia can't even find
a picture of him as an adult, but...

Read that part
right there.

It says here Patrick told authorities
he got through the assault

by focusing on sand."

His attacker made him
stare at an hourglass

while the abuse went on.

He was told that
if he didn't cry

until all the sand emptied out,
he wouldn't be killed.

So the trauma of the assault
was fused with the image of an hourglass.

And launched an obsession
with time,

so much so that he went on
to build devices

that measure it with extraordinary
mathematical precision.

And the police
report says

he was abducted
on a Thursday night at 10:00

and was found released
in a park the next morning at 9:00.

11 hours later.

That's what he meant
with Ellie Zumwalt.

He was telling her
the amount of time

that he himself
had been held in captivity.

And that may be
Josie Zumwalt's timeline.

So the clock is on Ellie,
not Josie.

She's got 11 hours
to give this unsub

what he didn't get
from his own mother.

Josie was taken
at 4:30 this morning,

which means we have
until 3:30 this afternoon.

JJ, are you still
at the hospital?

Good. Here's what
I need you to do.

An apology?

We can do it from here.

This room, one cameraman,
no reporters.

I don't understand.

The man who took
your daughter

left you alive
intentionally.

But...But why?

Because he needs
to hear you express

how sorry you are
for what happened.

But it wasn't my fault.

Josie knows that I didn't--

I know. You're not
apologizing to Josie.

In fact, don't ever
mention her name.

Just refer to her
as your child.

Don't even say daughter.

You're really talking
to the man who took her.

Well, how do we know
he'll be watching?

My team's coordinating
with local media to get the word out.

He'll be watching.

And if I do this,
then he'll let Josie go?

There's a chance,

yes.

Word just in
from a local hospital

that Ellie Zumwalt,
recovering from injuries

suffered in the latest attack
on local families,

is going to speak to the public
within an hour.

We don't know what
this unexpected statement will be,

but concern is rising
for the hours passed

with no word
on her abducted daughter.

Come on, Penelope, think.

Patrick Sorenson didn't
just vanish into thin air.

There's gotta be some way
that he...

Oh, yes, there might be some
Thomas Alva Edison in me yet.

What do you got, Garcia?

What I have got is Betty Cordray
of Wichita, Kansas,

which I know makes no sense,

but actually, Betty Cordray
is not Betty Cordray,

she's Betty Sorenson
of long-lost fame.

The mother
who abandoned Patrick.

None other.

Is she still
in the area?

No. She died 6 weeks ago
of kidney failure,

and then when
the paperwork started,

you know, the paperwork
that happens when you die,

her real identity
was revealed

and Patrick was called
as her next of kin.

That must have been
the trigger.

That's when he dropped
off the map in New York.

Yeah, and if he was
holding out hope for answers

from that mother one day,
that hope was suddenly gone.

Garcia, did Betty Sorenson
own any property in the Wichita area?

Nope, she lived
in a studio apartment.

Then after she died,
was she buried or cremated?

Uh...Neither.

She was held in the morgue,
Patrick was called to identify her body,

but he never showed up.
I guess she's still there?

All right,
I'll check it out.

We're recording.

This is a message
for my child.

If you can hear me,
sweetheart,

please listen carefully.

There's something
I need to tell you.

I've been a bad mother,

and I did a terrible thing
to let this happen to you.

It's all my fault.

You deserve
better than this.

You deserve so much more.

Even though I know
you're brave...

And you're not crying,

you need to know
I cried for you.

You're so much stronger
than I am.

Stronger than I am.

Honey, if you come home
safely now, I promise

I will love you
and hold you

and never let any more
harm come to you.

If you can hear me now,

please call
as soon as you can.

You know how to reach me.

I promise I will explain
to you once and for all

why I did what I did.

Ok, it's over.
You did great.

You did great.

We'll keep bodies on ice for as long
as 3 or 4 months.

If nobody claims them
by then,

they get buried
on the city's dime.

And Mrs. Sorenson's son
never showed up?

No, ma'am. We tried to
track him down, but...

This is it. Pretty sad.

You live your life

and you end up like
unclaimed baggage.

Hotch, we solved the mystery
of the bone fragments in the hourglass.

Patrick was going to have
that reunion with his mother,

one way or another.

Patrick Sorenson has to be holed up
nearby, but where?

Someplace secluded,
that's for sure.

Hauling a corpse
through the front door

would tend to perk up
the neighbors.

Well, if there was an 11-hour clock
on Josie Zumwalt,

the bell just rang.

Don't hurt me.
Please.

Please.

Call her.

What?

Your mother.

Hello?

Mom?

Is that you?

Are you all right, sweetheart?

I want to come home, Mom.

Keep it going.
Keep it going.

You will.
You will, soon.

But first I need
to explain to you

why I wasn't there
to protect you.

What are you
talking about?

It wasn't your fault
that--

Yes. Yes, it was.
I need to explain to you

why I did
the things I did.

I have an addiction,
and it kept me

from being the mother
I should have been for you.

An addiction?

Why are you--

No, no, don't interrupt
me, please.

You just need to listen.
Listen carefully.

I know you're brave.

I know you don't cry.

But you need to come home.
Come back to our house.

He's not gonna let me.

You have to come back to me!
Do you hear me, Josie?

Josie!

Josie?!

Don't!

Don't! Please don't
lock me in here!

Don't! Please! No!

I just want to go home!
Please!

Lies. Lies.

Lies!

I said her name.

I forgot.

It's all right.

Garcia, were you able
to trace it?

No. I was so close.

But I have the cell tower
it pinged off of.

I just sent that
to your phones.

What's this area
like, Sergeant?

Mostly blue-collar
residential.

What about that area?
It looks pretty secluded.

That's where the old railroad
spur line used to come into town.

Mostly just abandoned
structures out there now.

We're on it.

There.

Gray sedan.

New York plates.

I've been a bad mother.

I did a terrible thing
to let this happen to you.

It's all my fault.

I have an addiction.

You're so much stronger
than I am.

Time's up, Patrick!

Drop the weapon!

Yaaah!

Ok, bet's
to you, General.

All right, I see you

and raise you 10 bucks.

Oh, hell, no. I'm out.

Too rich for me.

All right, that general's out.
And the host makes 3.

Ok, I'm really trying to figure out
which one of y'all is bluffing.

The retired marine general of
Mr. Rock and Roll hall of fame over here.

This hand's too good
to waste on a bluff.

Ooh.

Is that the lyric
to one of yours songs, Joe?

All right, I think both
of y'all are bluffing.

So here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna see your 10

and I'm gonna raise you 20.

Mm-mm-mm.

What you think about that?

Step up.
Seriously.

"Never interrupt an enemy

when he's making a mistake."

Ooh!
Sun Szu, "Art of War,"

a book I believe both of these
generals my be familiar with.

Come on, rock star.

Ok, it's on you, Joe.

Ok, ok.
3 kings.

That's pretty good.
That's pretty good.

Whoa!
Full house.

Marines have landed.

Ok, I don't know if you're ready
what I got right here.

Oh, I think
we're ready.

Because in the words
of Mr. Withers...

Ain't no sunshine
in these cards.

Oh, man!

All right, all right,
all right.

No, wait. We agreed

25% of every pot

goes to the baby Morgan
tuition fund.

Much appreciated.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Where is this child
going to school,

Harvard and Yale?

Hey, listen,
I really appreciate

you letting me rob you
for the night, but, uh,

I gotta get up
out of here.

Come on
come on.

For what? You get 25%
out of each pot

just for sitting there.

- Ok, look here, pops--
- Said the weasel.

Ok, ok, I clearly cannot compete
at this table, but, uh,

look, I gotta
go hang out with wifey.

We're taking those
Lamaze lessons.

Lamaze. Is that where they do
the breathing that ease the pain?

Yeah,
it actually works.

You know, you breathe
fast and then slow, you know, like...

I don't know, like--
like a dog or something.

I wouldn't touch that line
with a road crew tour bus.

Do you remember everything
you've ever touched? I'm just saying.

Gentlemen, seriously,
this has been a pleasure.

Don't hurt yourselves
tonight, all right?

Take care of yourself.
All right, Morgan--

All right. Later.

All right, everybody in.
Come on. Come on, let's go.

Ante up. Ante up.

"Lucky I'm sane
after all I've been through.

Life's been good to me
so far."

Joe Walsh.

Hey.

Hey, beautiful.

How was the poker game?

Mmm.

Ah. Broke even.

Oh.

But...This little one

chillin' inside
your beautiful belly

didn't do so badly.

Whatever that means.

Don't worry about it.

There's, uh, one more thing.

Garcia, she asked me
about a week ago,

who the godparents
were gonna be,

as in, hello,
like I'm right here,

like right in front of you.

She'll be wonderful,
but I have a few folks

on my side of the aisle
lobbying for the same position.

Oh, Lord. So what
are we doing,

godparenting by committee?

May have to be.

Derek!

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