Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 12, Episode 12 - A Good Husband - full transcript

What can I do?

PALM SPRINGS, CALIFORNIA

Can I
get a chance to move on

Can I get a chance to move on from you?

Can I get a chance to try

Can I get a chance to try
without you in my way

Oh, not again.

You keep reminding me

Ow!

Damn it! Mmm.

Ahhh! Ahhh!



Help! Help me.

So, who's your inspiration?

You wouldn't know him. He's great,

but a bit obscure.

You want to try me?

Trombone Shorty.

Yeah. Yeah, he did
some studio work for Prince.

Okay. So my man knows jazz.

Yeah, I knew Prince a little bit.

Hmm.

This can't be good.

It's not good.

It's not even a teeny tiny bit good.

Isn't Spencer supposed
to be back today?



He's adjusting to having
his mom around,

but, yeah, he should
be here by now.

Let's do this.

Palm Springs, California.

Playground to Hollywood,
currently a horror scene.

Enter one male torso,
unidentifiable.

If it wasn't for a woman
who had some car trouble,

no one would have ever
even found the body.

And the coroner on site
said the dismemberment

probably happened postmortem.

Now, the 2004 torso
murders here in D.C.

Are still unsolved.

We profiled the UnSub
in that case,

removed body parts
as a forensic countermeasure

We figured me must have gotten
locked up on another case.

Now he may be back
and taunting us.

Any potential victims
on the local missing persons lists?

So far there's been no reports

of a missing male
there in the last month.

So, no missing persons
and a chopped up body we can't identify.

Is Robert Durst in town?

Nope, he's serving seven years
on a weapons charge.

Sorry I'm late, guys.
Traffic was bad.

Any I.D. on the torso victim?

Uh, they don't have enough of him

to do a query with the National Missing
and Unidentified Persons Database.

He made a real effort
to pull of permanent concealment.

Well, that could indicate a known link
between the UnSub and the victim.

Or he hoped to hide the fact
that a killer had just arrived in town.

It strikes me that he must
be familiar with the area.

I mean, you don't murder
someone out in the desert

and then bring the body back
into a populated area.

So the UnSub was skilled
enough to hunt, kill,

dismember, and dispose
of his victims,

all within city limits.

And escape without being seen.

And his trade craft
was on point, too.

He brought an effective
cutting tool

and had a secure location
or vehicle to do the deed.

That kind of planning
could indicate

he's been fantasizing about something
like this for quite a while.

And if the reality didn't
live up to the fantasy,

he'll keep at it
until he gets it right.

Wheels up in 30.

Reid? Hey, are you good?

Yeah. I'm good.
I'm a little frazzled.

How's your mom?

You've got your hands full,
I'm sure.

I finally found an in-home nurse
that knows what she's doing.

It's just we've had a little trouble
coordinating our schedules.

Do you think you should
be there to help ease the transition?

No, I think it's important that my mom
learns to rely on Nurse Campbell.

She's your mother.
If you need more time, take it.

Oh, all that I need
is a comprehensive plan

to help me balance being
at home with her

and doing my work here.

Then you should take
the time to do that.

That's just the thing. By distracting
my conscious mind with work,

it will allow my subconscious
mind to form a plan

at roughly 10 billion
times the speed.

Hi, it's Lisa.
You know what to do.

Hey, it's me.

I know you don't
want to talk, uh, to me...

But... I... I miss you.

"A good husband
makes a good wife."

John Florio.

The victim in the dumpster
was Paul Mastriano,

28-year-old real estate agent.

When he didn't come
and pick his daughter up

and take her to
school yesterday morning,

his ex-wife immediately contacted
the Palm Springs Police Department.

I'm sending you the deets now.

We can rule out
the D.C. torso case.

He only killed prostitutes.

How did the ex-wife
I.D. this victim?

She had his DNA profile
when they did a genealogy study together

before they broke up
last August.

So they were married
seven years,

had a 6-year-old daughter.

Did the wife say
why they divorced?

No, but let me look at records.

Well, he had a domestic
abuse complaint and two DUI's last year.

Could the wife have had
something to do with the murder?

Didn't your buddy
Judd Ray barely survive

a hit his wife put on him?

Yeah, she hired a hit man.

But this, I mean, I've had cases where
husbands dismembered their wives,

but rarely is it
the other way around.

And she came in to I.D. him.

In those cases, the guilty spouse

didn't want law enforcement
to know that their other half was dead.

It says here he was last seen

at a strip club
about a mile away

from where his body was found.

Well, a lot of creeps
and criminals around a place like that.

We'll have to check that out.

The story's blowing up
on the news.

This guy's gotta know
we found the body.

It could cause him
to accelerate.

Penelope, any similar
cases in the area?

Well, I can check ViCap
and neighboring states.

Jeepers. Another body,
and by body I mean torso,

was just found 10 blocks
from the original one.

Was it found in a dumpster?

Uh, no, pedestrian spotted it
in a parking lot.

It could be an acceleration,

or the UnSub was interrupted.

We are 20 minutes out.
Notify Chief Bailor

to leave the body
and crime scene undisturbed

-until we get there.
-Consider it done.

JJ, why don't you,
Tara, and Luke

go to the newest
disposal site.

Dave, Stephen,
find out what you can

about the first victim
from the club.

Spencer and I will go
to the Palm Springs P.D.

And talk to the chief.
He's got his hands full.

Yes, sir.

We're very sorry
about the officers you lost.

Worst thing in the
department's history.

But right now we have
to focus on this case.

I've got conference room
set up for you

right over here
with everything you've got so far.

Any I.D. on
the second victim yet?

No.

But I've got 50,000 residents

worried we have a serial
killer on our hands.

Is that the first victim's
ex-wife and daughter?

Maddison was supposed
to see her dad yesterday.

Do you mind
if we talk to them?

Thank you.

Hi.

Oh. If you're from
social services,

I haven't told her yet.

Are you gonna take me
to my daddy now?

No, not yet, sweetheart.

Actually, we are
from the FBI.

What's FBI?

Whoa! That is a cool doll.

What's her name?

Sally.

She has the same
hair as you.

Do you mind
if my colleague Dr. Reid

takes Maddison
to get a snack

and we can chat
for a few minutes?

Maddie, you be a good girl
and you get something nice

and you come
right back, okay?

-Yes, Mommy.
-Okay.

After you.

What's FBI?

FBI? You know, we're
kind of like the police.

Let me ask you this...
Have you ever had

a peanut butter
and jellyfish sandwich?

Ew!

That's what he looked like.

Paul and I were happy then.

I'm so sorry for your loss,
Mrs. Mastriano.

Thank you.

I mean, I always thought
Paul's drinking would kill him,

but I didn't think
it would be like this.

Did he typically go drinking
with anyone in particular?

No. He always drank alone.

I mean,
that's how bad it was.

How am I gonna tell Maddie?

Thanks for meeting me
outside.

I don't want the girls
seeing me with cops.

It makes them nervous.

No problem. We appreciate
you talking with us.

When you called,
you said Paul Mastriano

came in
the night before last.

Is that him?

Yeah. Came in all the time
after the divorce.

Tell you the truth, he came in
a bunch of times before that, too.

How much did he drink
the other night while he was here?

Five, six drinks.

Paid his tab and left.

Did he piss anyone off
while he was here,

maybe get frisky with
one of the dancers?

No way. He wasn't
that kind of customer.

He was a quiet guy,
just drinking by himself.

What time did he leave?

Candi was still on stage,

so... Around midnight.

Anyone leave right before
or after he left?

We're open 24/7.

I got guys coming
and going day and night.

Any security cameras inside?

They make
our customers nervous.

Besides,

we got 24-hour
live security.

Well, thank you for
your time, Dwayne.

You've been a big help.

The UnSub couldn't
have known Mastriano would leave early.

Makes him a victim
of opportunity.

Unless the UnSub did
something to make him leave.

This is the second body
that the UnSub has transported

to a secondary disposal site.

If he left it out in the open
like this on purpose,

he may be making
a statement.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh...

Judging by the lacerations,

the UnSub was really
pissed off at this victim.

So much so,
he missed something.

Uh, hey, do you have
an ICM scanner?

Right here.

The second victim
is Brent Miller,

date of birth, May 15, 1982.

I asked Garcia to find out
what she can about him.

How'd they make the I.D.?

Oh, he did an ICM.

Internal Cardiac Monitor
with a transmitter

linked to the patient's
medical file.

Our agents are headed
over to the coroner's

to see if he's determined
an official cause of death.

Garcia, I'm putting you on speakerphone.

Okay, there's no connection
between the victims,

and there doesn't seem to be
anything on Brent Miller.

He managed Downtown Bagels.

He has no criminal record.

He has no DMV infractions.

Any family in the area?

Mmm, never married, no kids.

Uh, he did just go through
a recent breakup,

so his credit card receipts
have quite the bar tabs.

The first victim,
Paul Mastriano,

went through a divorce
a few months ago.

Garcia, do you have
any information on Brent's relationship?

Uh, according to social media...

Ouch.
His girlfriend of three years

just moved to Alaska
with her new beau last month.

You think
that's significant?

Both of our victims
had relationship issues

and were apparently
drowning their sorrows.

It's the best lead
we have right now.

It'd be a good idea
to canvass all the bars in town.

You can't just cut me off.

I didn't come back to argue.

I thought I'd be gone
before you got home.

You made a commitment to me.

I've made up my mind.

You're just gonna...

Throw us away?

We waited three years
just to be able to get married.

If there's another guy,
just tell me.

You owe me that.

You're paranoid.

It's Kate and Diane,
isn't it?

They're the only friends
I have left.

They care about me.

They don't make me
feel useless.

You have to stop
doing that.

I'll try.

Really. I'll get help.

The police still
have no suspects

as the mutilated body count
and fear rise in the community.

Authorities would
not go into detail,

however, they did confirm that this was
the second mutilated corpse...

...discovered in the street...

You okay?

Not really.

Hi.

Babe.

I love you.

I'd do anything for you.

What we're going through,
it's just married couple stuff.

Don't let him play
his tricks on you.

You asked us to come
to prevent this from happening.

Don't let them
manipulate you.

This is who we are.

I can estimate that both men
were in their early 30s,

and based on their torsos,

they were about average
height and build.

The similarities
can mean they're surrogates.

Cause of death
on the first victim

is undetermined because
the appendage removal was postmortem.

But on the second victim,
it was antemortem.

So his C.O.D.
Is exsanguination.

Poor guy was alive
when he got chopped up.

It goes beyond forensic countermeasures.
It's sadistic.

And hard enough
to do on a dead body.

I mean, this guy's escalating.

He's getting off on this.

Yeah. Tell me about the hack job

on the second victim's chest.

The penetrating wounds to the thoracic
region were antemortem, too,

yet there's no evidence
that the victim struggled

during the attack.

Then how did he control his victim

while he was chopping him up?

Toxicology
on both victims showed

a central nervous system
depressant and paralytic.

Okay, so induced paralysis
followed by torture.

That sounds like
a date rape cocktail.

Alcohol dosed
with chloral hydrate?

Someone slipped him a roofie.

Looks good, Mark.

Can I buy you another?

I've already
had way too many.

But I'd take a beer.

Great.

Two Rocky Mountain
tall boys.

What's up?

Are you trying
to get me drunk?

Just helping you
forget your troubles.

Did Bill tell everybody?

I'm in the same boat.

Jarred just dumped me.

To moving on.

To moving on.

Way too loud in here.

Let's take a walk.

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

Well, this is more public
than the prior victims.

And this location
concerns me.

We have a significant
and very visible gay community here.

This is right smack
in the middle.

It's probably just
coincidence, you know?

If these are anti-gay
hate crimes,

then why were the first
two victims straight?

With the way the UnSub
had been escalating,

I was expecting more rage
and overkill, but...

This is...

It's actually more controlled.

Yeah. That and the location

seems like it's staged
for maximum shock value.

To horrify people in general
or for someone in the gay community?

It could be that the target is gay,
or the UnSub,

or both.

Mark, it's me.

I know you're angry.

Mark?

Are you in there?

Mark.

Are you in there?

Mark?

Are you home?

Are you okay?

Mark?

Oh, thank God.

There's been another murder.
I was... I was getting worried.

Sorry. I...

No, no, it's okay.
I just, uh...

I'm surprised.

I'm happy
you came back home.

I'm not back.

I just...

I needed to know
you were safe.

You're hurt.

Oh, it's nothing.
I just caught it on the latch

when I was loading my van.

Do they know
who was killed?

It didn't say, but...

His body was found
just six blocks from here.

I know this is difficult,
Ms. Ericsson,

but we may have found
your brother.

You said Dale had a unique
y-shaped abdominal scar?

We're very sorry
for your loss.

I can't stop imagining
what Dale went through.

What they did to
my brother is inhuman.

And we are doing
everything we can

to make sure whoever
is responsible

is brought to justice.

This UnSub seems
to be targeting men

who were having
relationship troubles.

Do you know if Dale
was going through a breakup or anything?

Yes, but he said
it was just a fling.

He's really careful,
though, about dating.

He'd never just go off
with some guy

he didn't know
and trust from the local gay community.

Did his sexuality
cause any issues between you two?

No. I encouraged him
to be himself

and live his life.

And now he's dead
because of it.

Your brother was not
killed because he was gay.

Then why was he killed?

We're looking
for a local male in his 30s

with control issues.
He may be gay or bisexual,

and he has been harboring
a kill fantasy.

Serial killers exist
along a continuum just like anyone else.

This one happens to be gay.

Until now, he's been able to sublimate
his homicidal urges

by controlling either
his work environment or his relationships.

He may not be physically
imposing himself,

so he drugs his victims
to paralyze and control them.

He then chops of their limbs
as a method of torture

before he removes their heads

because this gives him
the ultimate feeling of power.

It's also an act
of depersonalization,

meaning he's intentionally
negating the characteristics

that make them uniquely human.

We haven't found
any of the body parts in dumpsters.

Do you still think
that's his disposal method?

It's either that or he digs
shallow graves in the desert.

It's easier to dig
five one-foot holes

than it is to dig
one 5-foot hole.

The torsos he displayed
are his trophies.

He wanted them
to be found.

He targets victims
of opportunity,

but they've all been blond,
healthy, and slim.

So he has a type.

Which means his victims
are most likely surrogates

for a current or ex-partner,

even a spouse,
who he controlled

through non-violent
manipulation.

We believe he may have
been rejected recently,

causing the UnSub
to escalate to murder

in order to regain
a sense of control.

You should increase
your nightly patrols

of alleys and lots
near bars and clubs.

We will keep the community
apprised of any new developments.

Thank you all.

Oh, my God.
It's Dale!

Dale?

Stay with me tonight.

I don't need this pressure
right now.

We need each other,
especially right now.

I need my friends, too.

But I'm the one
that holds you at night.

Protects you.

Please. Stay?

I'll make you some chamomile.

It relaxes you.

Where are you going?

I just need a second.

God, can't I use
the bathroom without you hovering over me?

You're right.
That's not the way I meant it.

How did you mean it?

I just wanted to make sure
you're all right.

You're sweet,
but I still need a minute.

I need to tell you...

I...

I thought my life
was over when you left.

I'm sorry I pushed you
away, baby.

Why don't you use
the master bath.

All of the media attention
should be working in our favor.

Well, he knows we're here
and we're after him.

It'll cause him
to make mistakes.

He'll get cocky,
push the envelope,

try to prove he's superior.

And he'll take it out
on his next victim.

We can't let that happen.

No, we don't have to.
This kind of narcissism

would play out in his
personal relationships as well.

He could be married.
I mean, like with any relationship,

he started out charming
and eventually...

Gay marriage leads
to gay divorce.

There'd be a record of that.

Give me what you got,
Wonder Woman.

Garcia, search Palm Springs
and the surrounding areas

for male same sex couples
that filed for divorce

within the last few months.

Marital bliss,
followed by marital diss.

Of course. Why didn't
I think of that? Okay.

There were three recent gay
divorces in Palm Springs,

but they all moved
out of town after that.

You know, actually,
that small number isn't all that shocking,

taking into account
the brief time frame

and the fact that
gay couples divorce

at about half the rate
straight couples do.

Maybe they aren't
divorced yet.

If they just separated,
it would still enrage the UnSub,

and it could have led
to this.

I told you that
when you got engaged.

You don't know who a man is until
you have your first big fight.

I know. But every time I
think I'm finally over him,

he does something sweet,

and I'm right back
in his arms.

So he has some
redeeming qualities?

No one's 100% good or evil.

Except maybe the psycho
who killed Dale.

I still can't believe he's gone.

I should go.

It was good to finally
spend time with you again.

Sure you're gonna be okay?

Just called an Uber.
She'll be here in two minutes.

Be safe.

You, too.

Hey, Wes.

Mark.

Have you seen Bill?

I don't want to talk to you.

I know I've been a terrible friend.

Cutting Bill off
from you was wrong.

I'm trying to do better.

Try somewhere else.

Give me a chance.

Please?

Let me buy you a drink.
Hear me out.

I really messed up with Bill.

I know that now.

He just needs to...

Uh, feel like he's his own man.

Oh, I should have eaten something.

This is going straight to my head.

Bartender must have
mixed them pretty strong.

Oh, whoa, I'm kind of dizzy.

Maybe you're coming down
with something.

I'll get you home.

My van's right around
the corner.

You brought this on yourself.

We don't even know
who was killed.

It's terrible.

Can't get much more
public than this.

Can't get any angrier
than this either.

No question this is meant
to shock and terrorize the gay community.

But he keeps coming back
to the same area

despite increased
patrols here.

To justify that risk, he must have
a very personal target in mind.

Someone who's connected
to this neighborhood and this victim,

and that's why he deviated from his
preferred physical type.

These murders,
they made me realize

how awful I was to you.

I want you back.

It'll take more than
a half-assed apology.

You're right, babe.
What is it you need?

I need to know
it's going to be different.

It will. I promise.

Let's go someplace
where we can talk about it.

Dog tags.

So he's not even trying

to hide his victims'
identities anymore.

He wants the target
to know who he killed.

Yeah. Wesley Parham.

I'm sending this to Garcia.

Penelope, we need an address
and next of kin on...

Hey, guess what.
I'm already doing

a military archival search,

so you are welcome.

Sergeant Wesley Parham,

honorably discharged
two years ago,

45 Palm Canyon Drive.

What else do you have on him?

31 years old.
Did three tours in Afghanistan.

Super secret security
clearance.

And he was an army
intelligence officer.

I'm sending pic and bio now.

Moved here
18 months ago.

No relatives in the area.

No, but his partner,
Nick Goode,

works out of town,

comes home on the weekends.

He will be landing at Palm Springs
International Airport in 30 minutes.

Dave, you and Stephen
bring him in for an interview.

In the meantime,
we need to build Wesley's timeline

through the community.
JJ, pull together a press conference.

We'll set it up
near the memorial.

Sure.

Spencer and Tara should keep
photographing the crowd.

This is exactly
what he was looking for...

Attention and fear.

Unless he's already
started stalking his next victim.

Last night was, um...

Great.

Amazing.

Yes. But...

I couldn't stay.

I needed some space.

Space.

To be honest,
I feel like I can't breathe

in this relationship.

And remember my last job?

You called me
20 times a day there, so they fired me.

I called you out of love.

That's not love.

It's not?

Look what's happening
around us.

It's dangerous.

It's how things should be.

You get married.

You stay together for life.

If I come back,

it has to be on my terms.

Of course, babe.

You won't push away
my friends?

Whatever makes you happy.

Nurse Campbell, hi,
it's Spencer.

Hello, Dr. Reid.

How is she feeling?

She's resting now.

The new meds have her
pretty wiped out,

but when she's up,
her confusion and paranoia

are pretty intense.

If you can just
remind her where she is

and reassure her that everything
will be okay, I'll be home soon.

-Can I ask you something?
-Yeah, of course.

Are you sure
having her here at home

is the best thing?

She'd probably be better off
in a comprehensive care facility.

I'm trying to give my mother
the best possible care,

and it's just I feel like she feels safer

and happier with me at home.

Maybe if you were here
all the time, she would,

but when you're gone,
she's suffering.

Sadly, I can't talk about this
right now, I have to go, okay,

but I'll talk to you soon.
Bye.

The body placement shows
calculated targeting.

That's why we believe
the person responsible

for these crimes
may be involved in coercive control

or domestic abuse
with his partner.

Anyone in the viewing
audience who knew Wesley Parham

or saw him
in the last 48 hours,

please call the number
on your screen.

Or if you are here today,

please let one of my colleagues know
immediately. Thank you.

We knew Wesley
from the neighborhood.

Last night he had dinner
at a table on the patio

right near us at Rebecca's.

Was he with anyone?

Not then.
But around midnight,

when I was walking Scruffy,

I saw him talking
to a guy over by the parking area.

Could you describe that guy?

It's okay.
Take your time.

We would do
this dinner date kind of thing

where he would sit
at our favorite table at Rebecca's

and we would share a meal
over the phone.

But we got cut short last night

because he was
comforting an old friend.

Who was that?

Bill Seavers.

He's sort of a... Sad case.

He just got out of
a toxic relationship,

but he can't manage
to stay away from the guy.

Do you know
who his partner is?

No, but he was
really controlling.

How about where they live?

I've never been
to their place,

but Wesley said that
Bill was on his own now.

That he was renting a room.

Excuse me.

Penelope, I need you
to pull up everything you can

on a Bill Seavers.

See if you can match him
to photos

taken by Spencer and Tara
at the memorial.

Okay, I'm running facial
recognition software

with Bill's profile pic.

And... Bingo is his name-o.

Bill was there.

He left with a guy, uh,

6'2"-ish, dark hair, slim.

Yeah, that matches
the description

Emily sent of the guy
Wesley was last seen with.

Can you I.D. him?

Give my software
a hard second and...

Mark Tolson.

Sending you the addresses
of Bill's rented room

and Bill and Mark's old condo.

All right. We'll take Bill's place.

-Send Prentiss to the condo.
-Mmm-hmm.

But I want to invite
friends over

and be more independent.

Okay. But...

Love is all about
depending on each other.

I understand that.

But not to the point

where you're calling
every number on my cell.

It's obvious from last night
that you still love me.

That's all we really need.

-I want to...
-Shh...

It's settled.

This isn't the time
to be out there alone,

with all our friends being killed.

I just talked to Wesley last night.

Let's face it. If Wesley
hadn't been flirting

with every guy at Rebecca's
he'd still be alive.

How did you know that that's where
I met up with Wesley last night?

It's your favorite place.
I just assumed.

You were following me again.

No.

This is exactly
the kind of thing

that Kate and Diane
warned me about.

You're jealous
of my friends.

You're not going anywhere.

Mark's parents broke up
when he was six.

According to
family court records,

his dad would take him
to the butcher shop,

where Mark had to
chop carcasses while Dad drank.

And Mom retained full custody, and Dad
didn't bother to see him after that.

Well, that makes sense,
and Mark's behavior reeks

of abandonment issues
combined with a psycho-sexual thrill

derived from butchering.

He's a mix of Gacy and Dahmer.

Mark must have had
a long-simmering desire to kill

that he sublimated
by controlling Bill.

Till Bill was out the door,
threatening filing for divorce.

That had to be the trigger
for the first murder.

The discovery of the torso must have
scared Bill back into Mark's arms.

But it was only temporary.

No matter how frightened Bill was,
he knew Mark wouldn't change.

That's why Mark escalated
to overkill

and started displaying
bodies in more public ways.

The more indecisive Bill was
about getting back together,

the more Mark tried
to force him back home with fear.

They started out
as rage kills

but evolved into
a more extreme form of coercive control.

A final rejection highly increases

the risk of death
to the partner in cases like this.

Let me go!

You should have thought of that
before you rubbed upon Wesley.

What are you talking about?
I never cheated.

You killed him.

Oh, you killed them all,
didn't you?

Uh! Oh...

This is all your fault.

You broke the rules.

This is your fault.

All your fault.

No. Mark, you love me.

You... You...

That's why I need to do this.

I need you to hurt the way I hurt.

FBI!

Drop it
and show me your hands.

It's okay. It's over.

You're okay.

Oh, my God. He was...
Oh, my God.

Is there someone
we can call for you?

We're still married.

You can't say a word to them.

They'll never prove anything!

Your husband's wrong.

Marital privilege only applies to words
spoken between spouses.

So I can testify against him?

Legally, you can describe
every detail of what Mark did to you.

You just can't say
what he confessed about other victims.

Thank you.

I want to make sure
that he never hurts another person.

I knew something was wrong,

but I... I never suspected
anything like this.

You shouldn't have.

But I thought that
I had found true love.

I was so happy to get married.

Now this.

I'm such a fool.

Bill, we see in others
what we want to see,

and you trusted him,
because you're a trustworthy person.

I tried so hard
to be a better person,

to make it work with Mark.

That's the insidious nature
of coercive control.

Victims oftentimes don't even realize
they're being manipulated

and they blame themselves.

I'll never feel safe in there again.

How you doing?

You know, Bill thought
he found true love,

but it turns out
he didn't really even know

the person he was married to.

Which got me thinking,
do we ever really know anyone?

Well, that, my friend,
is the question that keeps us in business.

I suppose it does.

Spence...

I know you've been
under a lot of stress

with your mom living
at the apartment.

But I've known you
long enough to know

there's something
more going on.

I really thought
that bringing her home with me

was the best plan,
but I don't know.

I feel like now I...

I made a mistake.
It's not really working.

People and circumstances
change unexpectedly.

We need to learn
how to adapt and regroup

and go on.

I might need to take
a few days.

I'm gonna fly to Houston
and talk to Dr. Stanfield.

Sure. Take as much time
as you need.

Thanks.

Spencer.

I couldn't be
more proud of you.

Why?

Because it's difficult
caring for family.

But it takes tremendous
strength to ask for help.

"Nothing is more sad
than the death of an illusion."

Arthur Koestler.