Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 11, Episode 19 - Tribute - full transcript

Help me.

Louise.

Ok.

It's ok.
Help is on the way.

No!

Dreaming again?

Same one?

Maybe you should see
a counselor.

It might help them
to stop.

Only one thing is going
to help them to stop.

None of it was your fault.
You know that.



Baby, you can't go on
like this.

You need your sleep.

I'll be fine.

Yeah, I know.

That's what you keep saying.

Go back to sleep.

No way.

Are you ever
going to turn that page?

I haven't
finished it yet.

You miss him, huh?

Yeah, me, too.

Me three.

That's not a lot
to go on, Emily.

I know. But it's him.
I know it is.



And now he's stateside.

People get shot
in New York every day.

What makes you so sure?

Geography, M.O., victimology,

he copycats the classics--

Chikatilo in Russia,
Jack the Ripper in London,

last month
it was the Boston Strangler.

Now, it was a single
homicide,

so I thought maybe
that was just me

trying to see something
that wasn't there.

But now he's in New York
copying the Son of Sam.

It's him. I know it's him.

Berkowitz shot two people in that first
Son of Sam murder.

You've only got
one victim here.

Yes, but it happened
in the same neighborhood in the Bronx,

and ballistics confirmed
it was a .44 caliber Bulldog

exactly like Berkowitz used.

In Boston he used nylon stockings
to strangle an elderly woman

one block from where DeSalvo's
first murder took place back in 1962.

We haven't been invited in
by Boston or NYPD.

And you know
the protocol gets tricky.

Technically it's serial.

FBI has jurisdiction.

Well, if you count
the international kills, yes.

But we're gonna have to get
permission from the DOJ.

Good people died
trying to catch this guy, Hotch.

I need your help.

Ok. We're somewhere
over Texas right now.

How soon can you meet us
in New York?

I'm already on my way.

♪ Criminal Minds 11x19 ♪
Tribute
Original Air Date on March 30, 2016

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"Originality is nothing

but judicious imitation."

Voltaire.

What makes us so sure
it's all the same guy?

Well, Emily believes it's how precisely
he's mimicking each crime.

Go ahead, Garcia.

Ok. This is all streaming
to your tablets.

Feel free to follow along.

I give you Andrei Chikatilo.

His first victim was in 1978.

It was a 9-year-old girl
whose body was discovered

in the Russian city of Rostov.

She was sexually assaulted,
strangled, and mutilated.

He also took eyeballs as trophies
and ate some of his victims' organs.

Ugh. I now give you
10-year-old Natasha Dudechenko.

Her body was discovered
two years ago,

also in Rostov,
roughly a mile away

from where the original
body was found,

and tragically in much
the same condition.

The Russian police
apparently spotted a suspect

near the crime scene,

but he eluded capture in
the crowded train station.

Chikatilo actually confessed

to 56 murders committed
between 1978 and 1990.

Well, the timeline
and the body count

probably don't matter as much as
geography and the copying of the M.O.

It was the same
last year in London.

It was, indeed.

3 women were discovered
in Whitechapel,

which is a district in East London,
all within a month,

and all eviscerated
a la Mr. Ripper.

The third victim
was Scotland Yard.

And that's when Emily almost got
him in that undercover operation.

If this is the same unsub,
he would be incredibly rare.

He's both criminally
and forensically sophisticated,

and the fact that
he's been able to function

and evade caption
in 3 countries

means that he's highly
intelligent

and almost certainly
multilingual.

And he's got some money
in his pocket, too.

Travel takes financing.

Lewis is flying in
from an assignment in Atlanta.

And we'll all connect
with Emily in New York.

Well, it'll be good
to see her again.

Too bad it's gotta be
like this.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for an Agent Prentiss.

You found her.

Hi. Dr. Tara Lewis.
Really happy to finally meet you.

I've heard great things.

Every bit of it's true.

I've been looking forward
to meeting you, too.

I see you got a head start.

Two years worth.

I heard you almost
got him in London.

I'm--I'm really sorry
about what happened.

Yeah, me, too.

Were you close to the Scotland yard
inspector that got killed?

No. I mean, I knew her,
of course, but, uh, no.

There she is.

Hi!
Hi.

We missed you.
How are you?

Good. Good.
It's so great to see you guys.

Oh, brainiac,
I love the do.

Thank you for coming.
Of course.

Rossi and JJ are headed
to the crime scene.

I'm assuming
you want to join?

You assume right.

You know,
I can't believe it.

The whole ride down here,
you didn't mention they guy once.

I'm just saying.

What? Morgan?

Ok, guys, I'm sorry.
I was going to.

I was just
giving you space.

I mean, he just left.

You must still be raw.

I remember leaving you guys
both times. I was heartbroken.

I'm sure he's gonna be ok.

He's with his family,
and he's...Morgan.

How are you guys doing?
You holding up?

Yeah. I mean, some days
are better than others.

Actually, I was
giving you a hard time

over your
boyfriend Mark.

Wait--how do you
know about Mark?

Oh, come on,
I'll give you one guess.

Garcia.

You must be the Feds.

I'm McCleary.
This is Rollins.

I'm SSA Rossi.

This is Agent Jareau,

Agent Prentiss here
is with Interpol.

This is it right over here.

What can you tell us
about the victim?

Her name was
Camille Harrison.

26-year-old bartender
from Yonkers.

Cause of death was a single gunshot
wound to the head.

There was someone else
in here.

See the blood spatter shadow
on the passenger seat?

Yeah, we picked up
on that.

Figured the shooting
was standing right here

outside the driver's side
window

while Ms. Harrison
was at the wheel.

You guys find
any blood trails?

No. But it rained
last night.

It compromised the scene.

If someone else
was here,

that matches the M.O.
of the Son of Sam murders.

Berkowitz's first victims were
two girls he shot in a car.

Yes, but one of them
was only hit in the leg and survived.

But you're assuming
there was a second victim.

We only got one stiff.

Ok, but let's say
somebody else was shot.

What would they do?

I'd get the hell
out of the car and run.

Yeah. And I'd go this way.

That's where the closest
busy street is.

So if I'm hurt,
maybe I stumble.

Hello. I've got
something here.

Do you have an evidence
collection kit in your car?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

With obstacles at every turn,

the great pacific salmon
runs on, upstream,

sometimes even uphill,
but always onward.

With mother nature
as his guide,

he adapts from
saltwater to fresh

and moves from the oceans
to the rivers

to take the most important
journey of his life--

the return home.

He follows the same route
countless generations before him have,

and this epic voyage
culminates

in the very spot
where life began.

And then, in what seems
like a cruel twist,

after they spawn, they die.

But there are no endings in
the eternal cycle of life,

only new beginnings.

Oh, buddy, I remember
why I missed you so much.

Guys,
I noticed a pattern.

The unsub only kills between the months
of March and September.

Makes sense.
It's easier to move around

in the summer months.

Go ahead, Garcia.

I have got absolutely nothing
on my passport search.

I've been trying
to pinpoint travelers

who were in America,
the U.K.,

and Russia
at the time of the murders.

I have zero matches.

Hey, we should also
look at diplomats.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, it's you, hi!

Hey, you.

Oh, my God! You're here!

You're here here,
but you're in the country here.

I miss you.

How are you?

Garcia.

Oh! Yes, sorry. Uh...

Diplomats. Explain.

Well, what if he's part of some
kind of diplomatic envoy?

Someone attached to an embassy

would have money and could
travel with ease.

Not to mention
diplomatic immunity.

It would also explain
being multi-lingual.

Still would have to
go through customs, though.

I got a match.

It's not really a match.

Why not?

Because I don't think
our unsub

is his excellency
Dr. Sanjay Shah,

61-year-old Indian
ambassador to the U.K.

He was in London
at the right time,

but he's currently speaking
at a climate control conference in Miami.

Guys, we got a woman
who was shot in the leg in the Bronx.

Claims she was mugged,

but she was in the area
at the right time.

Hi. Monica?

My name's Jennifer.
This is Emily.

We're with the FBI.

Do you mind if we ask
you a few questions?

FBI? I already
talked to the cops.

We'll be quick.
Promise.

It's not like
I'm going anywhere.

Ok. Can you tell us
how you got shot?

Some white dude mugged me.

Took my purse, my phone.

Shot me in the leg.

I already told the cops
all of this.

Can't you just
talk to them?

Ok, Monica, look,
I'm gonna keep this 100

because I don't have
a lot of time.

Have you ever heard
of Interpol?

No.

It's an international
police organization.

And I'm talking like
190 countries.

We help cops
all over the world.

Wait. She said
you were FBI.

I am. But I'm also
attached to Interpol.

And part of my job
is to hunt down serial killers.

For real?

For real.

The guy I'm looking for

I have tracked all the way
from Russia

to England to here.

So far he's killed
6 people that we know of.

The youngest
was a 10-year-old girl.

The oldest was
a 72-year-old grandmother.

Oh, my God.

So tell me what really
happened to you.

Please...If my father
finds out...

He's not here.

Ok? It's just us.

Tell us what really
happened.

Uh, we pulled over.

His girlfriend was driving,

he got out of
the backseat of the car,

and then I heard this bang.

Aah!

Her blood was everywhere.

It was all over me.

Ok, ok. Let's start
at the beginning.

How did you meet him?

He--he texted me
from my Internet ad.

I escort sometimes,

but only when I really
need the money.

Do you remember his name?

Mike.

He was trying to hook up
a threesome with his girlfriend.

I don't do that.

But he said he'd give me
300 just to show up.

I thought he was gonna rob me.

But he just shot me
and walked away.

Did he have an accent?

Could you tell
where he was from?

No. He was from here.

He was American.

NYPD doubled their patrols
in Queens,

where Berkowitz hunted next.

He may not try
to hit Queens.

He only copycatted one murder
in Boston before he moved on.

Maybe now that he's
back home in the states,

he's accelerating
for some reason or another.

It might be because we have so
many serial killers to choose from.

So the cell phone he texted
Monica DeJesus with was a burner.

You know, somehow
he managed to talk Camille Harrison

into a threesome
with a prostitute.

This guy must be
quite the charmer.

You are not kidding.
The amount of germs exchanged

in a situation like that
could be astronomical.

Well, maybe Camille
was into that kind of thing.

Fair enough.
But the unsub barely knew her.

We would have had calls,
texts, something.

Everyone she was
in touch with checks out.

And he let Monica live.

Copying the M.O.
was so important to him,

he needed to keep
one of them alive.

One of our squads thinks
they spotted someone

that matches your guy's
description.

He entered a warehouse
in Queens.

Clear.

Clear!

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

We're clear over here.

Clear.

Clear.

That's the whole building.

He's not here.

Agents, McCleary here.

We found something
about a block over.

Damn it!

We almost had him.

Victims are Trent
and Rhonda Klein, both 46.

Trent was a corporate lawyer,
Rhonda was an Ad exec.

Survived by
their two daughters.

How old?

12 and 10.

.44 caliber.

But he uses
a Bulldog revolver.

It doesn't eject shells,
and it only holds 5 rounds.

Ok, I know we need to wait
for the M.E.'s report,

but I count 7 different
entry wounds.

She's got at least 6.
So he had to reload twice.

Berkowitz didn't do that.

And he was a misogynist.

The only man he shot
was a guy with long hair

that he thought was a woman.

This unsub's out of control,
and this is overkill.

So what was it about these two
that made him lose it?

Well, he could be evolving,

finally figuring out
what it is he really likes.

What is that?

Hey.

That is a Rolex.

Why so angry
all of a sudden?

You know, this is
an expensive car.

And those Princess-cut diamonds
in her ears are at least a carat each,

but he didn't take
any of it.

We profile he has money.
He doesn't need those things.

Yeah, but these are the first victims
that actually had money.

Look what he did.

He punished them.

So maybe it's some kind
of self-loathing thing.

Or maybe we got it wrong.

I mean, just because
the guy's educated and multi-lingual

doesn't mean
he comes from money.

Maybe it's exactly
the opposite.

Maybe he hates people
with money.

We should deliver
the profile.

The man we're looking for
is a narcissistic copycat killer.

Typically, copycats have
identity issues and low confidence,

which is why
they emulate others.

But this guy's
different.

Confidence is the one
thing he's full of.

He is brazenly replicating
high-profile murderers

and he's doing it globally.

He is only active
between March and September,

which means he has to
do something

between October and February
to bankroll it all.

Probably
a cash business.

That way he had to
leave a paper trail.

Given his skill set,

we're thinking thief,
drug dealer,

maybe even organized crime.

Because we got close
to him,

he's probably already
on the move.

He's extremely
mobile,

so canvass airports,
train, and bus stations.

His fascination
with serial crime

is deeply embedded in his psyche
and part of what drives him.

Which means he was probably
exposed to serial crime at a young age.

He may have been a victim,
related to a victim,

or even connected
to a perpetrator.

Unfortunately, there's no doubt
he'll strike again.

It's just a matter
of who he decides to copy next.

It's not polite
to stare, you know.

Are you bored?

Yeah, me, too.

It's a long ride.

Coming or going?

Going to see my grandpa.

Well, that's good.

Family's important.

Where's your dad?

I only stay at his house
some weekends.

What is it?

It's a bullet.

That one's lucky.

Want to know why?

Because it doesn't
have your name on it.

Yeah, I've had that dream
many times myself.

Bullets just bounce
right off of him.

I keep firing
and he keeps coming.

I always wake up right
before he grabs me.

I'm literally
losing sleep here.

Some cases just
stick with you.

Makes sense that
this one's important.

I just wish I can flip a switch
or something to control it.

The only way to control it
is to surrender to it.

If I do that, then
I have to face the fact

that I might
never catch this guy.

Yeah, but by that logic,

you also have to face
the fact that you might.

One thing you can't do
is blame yourself.

For any of it.

Yeah.

Easier said than done,
you know?

Tell me about it.

Guys.

I found something.

If the unsub
has moved on,

I was trying to discern
where he might go.

Based on the time of death
of his most recent victims,

I was able to estimate
just how far he could get.

Now, if he's somehow managed
to get on an airplane, however,

he could be anywhere
in the world right now.

Kennedy, La Guardia, and Newark
are heavily covered.

It'd be hard to get
through that net.

Exactly. So his most
likely mode of transport

would be a train,
a bus, or a car.

I looked at departure schedules,
I factored in possible travel speeds,

and it appears to me
he could not have gotten past this.

That's a lot of
real estate to cover.

What's the deal with these?

Each of these represents
the most famous killer

of the past 150 years.

Wow, look at Chicago.

I went as far back as the 1890s
with H.H. Holmes,

then the Lipstick killer in
the 1940s, William Heirens.

We of course also have to
consider Al Capone

and the St. Valentine's
Day massacre

and Richard Speck
and John Wayne Gacy.

I'm assuming that's
Jeffrey Dahmer nearby in Milwaukee?

Yes. And this is Ed Gein.

Well, if you wanted to copycat
a famous serial killer, it looks like

Chicago would be
the place to be.

Welcome
to Chicago.

If you have
any luggage,

please line up
on the right side of the bus.

Get your stuff together,
baby, we're here.

Got to go to the bathroom?

No.

Pew.

Pshh...

JJ...

Help me.
Help me.

Hey.

It's ok.

No, JJ, no.

No, no, no, no, no, JJ.

Just hang on.

Help is coming.
Please, hang in there.

Emily...

You had him, Emily.

Uhh! Uhh!

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Emily. Emily.

Emily.

Emily.

Emily!

I'm up.

I'm up.

Why are you guys all staring?

You were dreaming.
The same one?

Yeah.

Only JJ was in it this time.

Tara, remember when
you asked me

if I was close to the inspector
who was killed?

Yeah.

I lied.

Her name was Louise Holland,

and I was the one who suggested
she volunteer to go undercover.

It told her it would be
good for her career.

And we needed more women
in power positions.

Emily, it's--it's ok.

But it was my profile.

The whole operation,
it was my idea.

You never told us that.

Well, I'm telling you now.

She's dead because of me.

Emily,

she volunteered.
You have to remember that.

But I talked her into it.

The Chief Inspector
hated the idea.

He thought
it was too risky.

And I went above his head
to push it through.

I just...
I thought we'd catch him.

You almost did.

Almost.

Excuse me, but can you
please tell me

where Mason Hall is?

You're looking at it.

You're kidding.

I must have walked
by it 3 times.

Thank you.

I'm Mike.

Megan.

Congratulations.

You are officially
the first student I've met.

New professor.
My first day.

Nice watch.

Thanks.

Oh, you know Mason Hall
is a girls dorm, right?

Yeah. I'm supposed to meet
one of my teaching assistants.

Just making sure you didn't
mean Mason Science building.

Totally different.

There's actually a Mason
Athletic center, too, right?

There is.

Yeah. Guess that Mason family

must have had a little bit
of money, huh?

Thanks again, Megan.
Enjoy the rest of your day.

You, too.

Don't give me that look.
I'm fine.

Oh, I know.

But...I can also tell
you're holding something back,

because you don't want us
to think you're crazy.

Emily, we already think
you're crazy.

Thank you.

Come on,
what's going in in there?

Well, that night in London,

he had me and he just
walked away and let me live.

You weren't part of his plan.

His need to copy specific
aspects of the murders was compulsive.

I thought that, too.
And...

Maybe it's just
the nightmare talking,

but I could swear
he was savoring it.

Well, a close call like that.

It's gotta be a rush.

Maybe all those near misses
weren't an accident.

He might like it
when we're close.

So he's a thrill killer.

Maybe he gets off
on the adrenaline.

What have you got, Garcia?

Sir, I connected to law enforcement
surveillance feeds

nationwide, and I used our sketch
to start official recognition search.

I got this, which is streaming
to your tablets now.

It was taken two hours ago
by a Chicago PD camera

outside a bus station.

A bus left New York
at 8:30 last night.

It was due in Chicago
at 11:00 this morning.

So, I am running a search
with the new image.

It's a national database.
It's gonna take a while.

Garcia, let's narrow
the search by region.

It's likely that
this unsub grew up

in an area near
a high-profile serial murder,

so let's concentrate on California,
Illinois, and surrounding states.

Copy that.
That helps.

But this program is literally cycling
through millions of faces.

Ok, so what--
what are we missing here?

Well, you said
he was savoring it.

So what if this really
is all about the thrill?

It would be hard for a guy

like that to just shut off
over the winter,

so what is he doing during his
down time to feed that urge?

Well, we profiled
something criminal.

Well, if he was
a drug dealer or a thief,

don't you think
he would have stolen that Rolex

instead of shoving it
down that guy's throat?

Ok, then there would be seasonal
and lucrative and probably high risk.

He could be some kind of
hunting or adventure guide.

Maybe on mountain climbing
expeditions or at ski resorts?

Ok. Narrowing search.

Could be an oil rig worker.

I'm pretty sure they sign
short-term contracts.

Got it.

Wait a minute.
The knife.

What knife?

The unsub's knife
in the nightmare.

It's long and serrated
on one edge,

and it has a leather lanyard thing
wrapped around his wrist.

That sounds like
a Fisherman's knife.

Exactly.
This might be a stretch,

but what if
he's a fisherman?

Crab season is from
October to February.

And it's highly lucrative, considering
you only work a few months a year.

Yeah. And it's also dangerous.
Perfect for a thrill seeker.

Got it, got it, got it,
got it. All right.

Ssss. Technology's
working.

Good things come
to those who wait.

Don't look at toast while it's cooking.
That's sort of thing.

Shut the front door.

I give you 35-year-old
Michael Lee Peterson

of Joliet, Illinois.

He's back in his hometown.

That could mean
this is his endgame.

Tell us everything,
Garcia.

Uh, Mr. Peterson
works as a deck hand

on a crab fishing vessel

in the Bering Sea
known as "Neptune's Squall."

He was raised by his mother Lorraine.
She died of a stroke 10 years ago.

His father Vincent was an armed robber.
He died two years ago.

That was right around the time
of those first murders in Russia.

That could have been
the trigger.

Garcia, where'd the
father serve his time?

Uh, mostly Stateville
penitentiary.

Richard Speck and John Wayne Gacy
were both incarcerated there.

So which one is he
planning to copycat?

Well, Speck systematically raped
and murdered 8 student nurses

in their dormitory
in a single night.

If he's a serial killer looking
for a thrill, that would do the trick.

Garcia, coordinate
with the Chicago field office

and put out an APB
for Peterson.

All over it, sir.
All over it.

♪ They bring you down
'cause you letting them ♪

♪ Don't allow it ♪

♪ it's your success,
what's upsetting them ♪

♪ Cowards ♪

♪ some people just be
full of that hate ♪

♪ like they make it their sole purpose
to ruin my day ♪

♪ trying to take away
my dream, it's not even-- ♪

Oh, my--God!

You scared the crap
out of me!

Yeah, well, maybe
you should close your doors

so people can't sneak in.

I was waiting for you.

I guess you didn't see
this tweet.

I see a lot of tweets.

From the school?

About the serial killer?

- What?
- Yeah.

The FBI put out a warning.

Probably another kook
with an assault rifle.

Oh, there's a picture
of the guy.

They want us to stay inside
and travel in groups.

Oh, my God.

I know, right?

No, I saw him today.

Shut up.

He was right outside.

He told me
he was a new teacher.

Wait, seriously?

I swear.

I'm not kidding.
I swear.

Um, here, uh,

there's a number
it says to call.

You sure?

Here. You should talk.

FBI hotline.

Hello?

I think I saw the man
that you're looking for.

What's your name?

Megan. Megan Ross.

Where are you?

I'm a student at
Northeast State.

Put the phone down, Megan.

- Now.
- Are you there?

Given his recent shift in M.O.,

there's a chance that Peterson
may not copy every aspect

of Speck's murders.

You know, you're right.
He could actually

start selecting
affluent targets.

Speck hit a nursing home
on the South Side.

Most of the money in Chicago
is on the North Side.

What have you got,
Garcia?

Sir, I got ahold of
Stateville visitor logs

and it looks like Peterson and his mom
visited every weekend,

until his dad was transferred
for his own safety.

So Peterson may have even seen
Speck when he was a kid.

Wait. Garcia, for his own
safety? What happened?

Uh, let's see.
It looks like

Peterson's dad agreed to testify
against his former partner

and he was almost
stabbed to death.

Well, in prison, snitches are
worse off than child molesters.

Serial killers,
on the other hand,

top of the food chain.

Kids are like sponges.

He spent a lot of time
visiting.

Peterson probably
witnessed that dynamic.

Which would obviously contribute
to his idolization of high-profile killers.

He wants the respect
that his father never got.

And he was kicked out
of 4 schools, all for fighting.

Guys, uh, we just got
a call on the hotline.

It was a hang-up
so it could be a prank,

but apparently a student

at Northeast State university
spotted Peterson.

Send the location.

Hey, what's up?

You ok?

Megan?

If you scream, she dies.

Agents! SWAT's 10 minutes out
and we got more backup en route.

We need all the exits
covered.

You got it.

Shots fired!
We can't wait!

All right, we're going in.
Tell SWAT we're going in.

Dave, you take the front,
we'll take the back.

Who's next?

You?

You.

Decisions. Decisions.

Get back in your room
and stay there!

No!
You win.

Rich girl.

No! No!

Let her go!

Let her go!

Let her go!

No! Let her!

Aah!

No!

Help us! Please!
He's gonna kill her!

It's ok.

Ohh!

Michael Lee Peterson, FBI.

Get back. I swear to God
I'll blow her head off.

Ok, ok. It's all good.

Back up!

Sorry, I can't do that.

Please!

Shut up.

You don't remember me,
do you, Michael?

We met in London.

You followed me
all the way here.

I must be a big deal.

You're already going to be
the man when you get to prison.

Just let her go, you'll be
on the news at 10:00.

Look outside.

Half the cops in the city
are out there just for you.

Go ahead, see for yourself.

You're the best ever.

Police all over the world
have been looking for you.

They're gonna write
books about me.

I'm even gonna
make you famous.

Look outside.

See all those people
out there?

Hah! They're all
gonna know my--

Yo, baby girl, what you think
you doing in my office?

You know better
than to mess with my stuff.

I don't mess
with your stuff.

You're here, here,
here with me.

I didn't think
you were gonna be here.

I thought you were
gonna go right home.

Well, I wouldn't hop the pond
without seeing you.

You landed!
When did you guys land?

No one tells me anything
in this house.

I wanted it
to be a surprise.

Well, it worked.

How's my man Sergio?

Oh, my God, he's so good.
He's so good.

He is not old, although he does have
some gray whiskers.

Do you want to see?

Oh, my gosh.
Yes.

Come on.

Oh...

Very distinguished.

How are you doing?

Uh...

I'm ok.

You know what?

I bet it is probably
still here.

What?

What is still there?

This.

I had to give it to him
when I lost that bet.

Oh, the Halloween bet.

That was not a good look.

No, it was not.

Mm-mmm.

Um, isn't it against
regulations to drink in here?

Well, it's a special occasion.
It calls for a drink.

What are they gonna do,
send me back to London?

Right.

To Morgan.

To all the delicious friends.

Ooh...

You have
dinner plans?

Uh, yeah, I do.

With you!

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

You guys are having a party
and you didn't invite me?

You want to come
to dinner with us?

Um...Yeah.
Yeah. I'll let Will know.

Oh, my God.
We're gonna have a girls night.

Did somebody say
girls night?

Yes, but we'll make
an exception for you.

Me, too?

Not a chance.

Ha ha. Kidding.

Well, let's do it.
I'm starving and I'm buying.

And bring the bottle.

Oh, my God.
This is, uh,

this is--
this is the best.

♪ Did you ever think... ♪

Ok, so, Hotch and Lewis
are debriefing,

but I'll text them and tell them
where to meet us.

Where are we going?

Mexican?

Burritos in London
no bueno.

Speak of the devil.

Oh, I see Tequila.

We're having family dinner.
Are you in?

I've got some time.

You had me at Tequila.

Yes! Vamanos!

This is happening.

You can tell us everything
about Mark.

By everything, I mean
everything about Mark.

I want all the details.

I, however, do not.

Well, you won't get any.

I'll save that
for a real girls night.

♪ You and me ♪

Ohh...

♪ The best things in life
are free ♪

♪ We do everything together ♪

♪ Free things our specialty ♪

♪ and I have you time ♪

♪ and you have me time ♪

♪ We spend all of our time
together ♪

♪ in our free time ♪

♪ I think of
you and me time ♪

♪ We spend all of our time
together ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

"Walking with
a friend in the dark

is better than walking
alone in the light."

Helen Keller.

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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