Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 12, Episode 7 - Mirror Image - full transcript

Gabriel?
You're gonna be okay.

JJ, we found him.
What do you have on your end?

No, no, no.
Don't look at that.

Look at me. Keep your eyes
on me right here, right here.

Stop, stop that. Stop.

-It's engaging!
-Stop. No, no, no, no, no!

24 HOURS EARLIER

I come bearing office-warming gifts.

Oh, that is so nice.
Thank you.

So, how's it going?

-Weird.
-Yeah?



It started with the I'm gonna hurl
first day jitters,

but now there's this.

I was able to increase
the budget to hire a new agent.

-That's great.
-Yeah. Anyway, what's up?

I was just checking
to see if we had a case.

-We don't.
-We don't?

No. I can double-check,
but...

Uh, Garcia.

-Ma'am.
-Please stop calling me ma'am.

Uh, we haven't been
called in anywhere, have we?

No. As of 9:27
eastern standard time,

all serial killers
have taken the day off.

Maybe they went to therapy.

Frankly, I could use
the time to review these resumes.



Well, if we're good here,
I need to take the day off-campus.

Is that a problem?

-No, not at all.
-Thanks.

Is she...

Don't. She has sworn me
to secrecy.

Okay. Fair enough.
Never mind.

All right!

Twist my arm.
I'll tell you. Follow me.

Let's face it.

We don't really know much
about Dr. Tara Lewis.

We know she's an army brat

who was raised
all over the world.

I know, because
she told me yesterday,

that her mother died
of breast cancer when she was in college,

and then her dad
was honorably discharged,

and he started an auto
repair shop in D.C.

But what I just learned is that her most
complicated family relationship

is with this guy.
Gabriel, her younger brother,

every bit as smart as Tara.

He got a 1,600 on his SATs,

and he didn't go to Yale,
despite having a free ride.

-Huh.
-Instead, he got involved

in a bunch of get-rich-quick schemes
bordering on fraud.

Apparently Tara, while bailing
him out of bankruptcy,

said, look, Gabriel,
this cannot happen again.

And then he turned his back
on her. Scandal?

Enter, or rather re-enter,
the father.

He's distraught that
his children are feuding.

He want them to patch
things up so they can be a family again,

and, today, Gabriel
is flying in.

Him and Tara have agreed
to meet at a coffee shop.

They're going to swallow
their pride and maybe,

just maybe, they will
put the past behind them.

-Sweet, right?
-Yeah, it's really...

No, it's terrible, because
what if he asks for money?

What if she can't say no?
What if she gets caught up

in his whirlwind
of manipulation?

Did she put it that way?

No, I did. But I can't help
but be super vigilant

when it comes to people I love, and I'll
go through all the worst-case scenarios.

I'm vigilant like that.

-What's going on?
-It's Gabriel.

Oh.

How did... How come
you guys know about...

Uh, she told us about him when she
first joined the team.

He flew in this morning,
probably looking for money.

Hey. Is there a case?

What's Tara's brother's
picture doing up?

Well, he's in town.

He must want money.

Come on, the new guy?

He knows? How come
I was the last one to know?

It was an experiment.
She wanted to time how long

you could keep a private
conversation private.

And you made it 12 hours.

Damn. I had you down for six.

Okay, you know what? You guys, I thought
you were my friends.

But you suck.
You all suck.

Especially you, new guy.
But then you always suck.

Newbie.

I had 14 hours.
I think I win, right?

Uh, who had 11?

- Oh, I did.
- Ah.

There she is.

-Uh, excuse me?
-How you doin', girl?

You haven't changed a bit.

Now, how does that work?

Do you get younger every time
you add more initials

to the Lewis family name?

You've got PHD, FBI, BAU...

This is, uh,
this is embarrassing.

I... You obviously know me,
but I don't remember you.

You playin'?

No.

Look, I came here because
Dad asked me to come.

But if this...
This how you gonna...

Stop. Stop right there.

I want you to get up
from this table

and I want you
to walk out of here.

I don't know who you are,

but I have a badge
and a very, very short fuse.

Good seeing you, T.

Do not call me that.

The only person I let
call me that is...

Give me your phone.

No. Hell, no. I'm not
giving you my phone.

Give me your phone

or I will arrest you
and I will take it from you.

Jeez.

Who are you?

Who am I?

Tara, it's me, Gabriel.

Your brother.

"A sibling may be
the keeper of one's identity,

"the only person
with the keys

"to one's unfettered,
more fundamental self."

Marian Sandmaieir.

Really?

If this is your way
of burying the hatchet,

you got a funny way
of showing it...

Tara.

We're running prints
and DNA. So far he's not in the system.

We can hold that man
for 24 hours.

After that we need
to either charge him or let him go.

Is Gabriel
answering his phone?

This is his phone.
His contacts, his emails.

Look at this.
He was in the Capitol Hill district.

And look at the time stamp.

He's been in my backyard
a month and he hasn't told me.

-Does your father know?
-Maybe. I mean, I have to speak to him.

Albert Lewis Body Shop.
He's listed, right? I'll bring him in.

Okay, process that
and break it down.

Aye aye.

Just why would Gabriel
send a stranger

to meet me
and pretend it's him?

It makes no sense.

Maybe he's scared,

or maybe it's another one
of his scams, but...

Tara, let's talk.

Um, what is this?

Am I in trouble?

Just the opposite.
If someone's messing with you,

they're messing
with all of us.

And it's happening
directly on the heels

of Hotch entering
the WIT-SEC program.

We have to be
hyper vigilant.

I agree. I'd like to start
by questioning the suspect.

No.

Look, if this is because
I'm too close to the case...

We need to treat the man
you just brought in

as an UnSub
posing as your brother.

What would interrogation
strategy call for at this point?

Uh, get him frustrated.

Force a mistake by denying him
what he wants.

And what does he want?

Me.

So you can't go in.

So, who are we gonna
send in instead of you?

Good afternoon.

I'm Jennifer Jareau
with the Behavioral...

Analysis Unit of the FBI.

Tara told me you were cool.

All right.

And you are?

Gabriel, her brother.

Could I get your full name
and social, please?

Gabriel Anthony Lewis.

989-42-7001.

That is Tara's brother.

See the problem here?

What? It's a driver's
license photo.

They asked me not to smile.

No hesitation. No upspeak.

He maintains
eye contact.

Whoever this guy is,
he's good.

Let's see how he does
at "Double Jeopardy."

-Where were you born?
-Army base, Fort Rucker.

-Right. In, uh, Georgia?
-No. Alabama.

With stops in Okinawa
and Hamburg?

Other way around.
Hamburg first.

What did you major in
at Yale?

I didn't.

What is going on here?

Why are you the only one
that gets to call her T?

We're going there, huh?

Her name is spelled T-A-R-A.

It was my father's
grandmother's name.

You know what else
is spelled T-A-R-A?

Tara. The plantation in
Gone with the Wind.

It's a movie most black folks
aren't crazy about.

So my mom and dad,
they drilled it into her,

it's Tar-a, Tar-a, Tar-a.

And every time we went
to a new school,

which was every time my dad
got re-stationed,

she had to make sure
our classmates got it right.

-You feel me.
-Yeah, I do.

Good. So while we're in Hamburg,

this kid starts following
her around and he starts saying,

Terra, Terra, Terra, Terra.

Now, he never seen
Vivien Leigh or Clark Gable

or "I don't know nothin'
about birthin' no babies."

He just knew that he was
getting underneath her skin.

And my sister said...

Go on. What did she say?

What happened next
is our secret.

Mine and hers.

I wouldn't tell the rest
just to anybody.

My sister knows that.

All that matters for this
little back and forth,

which I'm guessing
she put you up to

is afterward I started
calling her T...

To show her that I was
always on her side.

Even now, T.

Even now.

Reid's back
with your father.

Tara.

Hey, Dad.

You knew Gabriel
was in the district?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I was afraid you wouldn't even
sit down for coffee

if you knew why
your brother was here.

Why is he here?

He got a new job.
He's a lobbyist.

A lobbyist?
What lobby would hire Gabriel?

A group that's pursuing
a constitutional amendment

to legalize online gambling
in all 50 states.

-Oh, my God.
-No, no, no, no.

Online gambling
sounds bad.

It's all those sport leagues that
everyone's joining these days.

Look, if Gabriel
and his partner gets this passed,

they'll be on
the ground floor of...

An amazing business
opportunity?

Do you know
who the partner is?

No. I haven't met him.

But he sounds nice. He's letting
your brother stay at his place.

I'm gonna need a name
and an address.

Okay, here's what I can tell you
about Carl Brubaker.

He does in fact
live in the city,

and the GPS
on Gabriel's phone

has been consistently there
for the last month.

So he had been staying
with him like my father said.

Maybe he still is but our UnSub got a hold
of his phone somehow.

With my brother it's never that simple.
Something else is going on.

- Guys, we're being set up.
- What do you mean, Reid?

The face in the driver's
license photo

displays perfect
facial symmetry,

I mean perfect, beyond
what the human genome can produce.

The picture's a computer
generated forgery.

Who would hack into
the DMV and plant a fake...

Alvez, step on it.

FBI! Anybody here?

Luke!

That's Gabriel.
Gabriel, where are you?

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

-It's on a loop.
-Luke! Luke!

Luke! Luke!
Luke!

Luke!

Luke can't help you now.

Luke!

Mr. Scratch has my brother.

I've placed protective details on Hayden
and Joy and Will and the boys.

We need to assume that Mr. Scratch is
targeting this entire team.

You know, that could be why he had Gabriel
screaming out my name.

He wants us to know that he knows I'm part
of the BAU now.

Isn't his M.O. to drug his victims
and make them hallucinate?

Then he evolved. He's taking these victims
with multiple personalities

and brainwashing them
with someone else's memories.

So he took Tara's brother
and did God knows what

to get him to spill his life story,

and then he planted those memories in
the guy downstairs.

The more memories he has,
the stronger the identity he can create.

He must have put Gabriel's whole life
inside of Desmond.

Well, the good news is
we have a list from before.

Patients with dissociative identity
disorder Scratch might target next.

Okay, cross-reference those
against missing persons.

The rest of us
need to figure out

how to deprogram
the UnSub safely.

He's still our best lead
to Scratch and Gabriel.

It's the pictures
that are baffling.

Scratch left them out specifically to call
our attention to them.

He's a math genius.
He likes us to solve his puzzles,

which usually tend to
lead to bigger traps.

But it's the configuration
that's strange.

The pictures are obviously
of Gabriel at different ages,

but normally
one would arrange them

in chronological or reverse
chronological order.

Fifteen, 11, and 32 is a pattern
that he wants us to see.

Not us. Tara.

It's a pattern
he wants her to see.

Uh, yes.
I remember this.

His 32nd birthday party.

Ah. His sixth grade
graduation.

He made the honor roll
that year.

Yeah. He did every year.

Huh. This one
I don't remember.

Yeah. Neither do I.

Fifteen.

That was, uh...

That was when
your mother died.

That part of my life
is a blur.

What'd he do this time?

Um...

Dad, it's worse
than that.

Gabriel's
been kidnapped,

by someone my team
has been hunting.

What, someone dangerous?

Yes.

Is my son dead?

Honestly, Dad, I don't know.

I tried.
I really, really tried.

But the two of you were just, you were
just so different.

You...

I never had to worry
about you.

But your brother...

Your brother, he...

He needed something different.

Something I...
That I just couldn't give him.

I...

Daddy, you did your best.

Now it's my turn.

Pause the video.
Zoom in on the wrist, Garcia.

That rope,
it's called Shibari.

It's an intricate form
of BDSM bondage.

The last time Mr. Scratch
needed BDSM gear,

he used a fake name.
My name, actually, to buy it.

Well, maybe he did the same
thing with Carl Brubaker.

It could give us another
location Scratch is hiding at.

-Garcia, can you run financials?
-Yes, I will.

And my search
of possible D.I.D. patients/

potential victims is going
to give us a much needed break.

I know that name.

Here's the good news.
I've confirmed that this man

is Desmond Holt.
He was diagnosed

with dissociative
identity disorder

after his mother died
and his stepfather

started to make him play
Russian roulette regularly.

-That's the good news?
-Oh, yeah, because the bad news

is I got a video
from Desmond's therapist,

Dr. Lawrence, who was very concerned
when Desmond went missing.

This is why.

Desmond.

Desmond. Desmond,
I need you to come back to me.

Desmond, please.

She tried to get Desmond to
recognize his other identities,

he went into a dissociative
break for six months.

So if we get Desmond to see
he's not Tara's brother,

we could end up
doing the same thing?

Oh, Dr. Lawrence is surprised
we haven't already.

You know the plan where
we don't give the UnSub what he wants?

-Yep.
-New plan.

We give him everything he wants.

You're not to mention
Desmond Holt, Franklin, Tennessee,

multiple personalities,
or Mr. Scratch.

Got it.

You have to treat him
like he's your brother.

Considering the hostility
and dismissal we've subjected him to,

it's a small miracle
he's not drooling yet.

Not really.

When it comes to my brother,
hostility and dismissal

are my specialty.

I guess you're pretty
angry, huh?

Angry? I came here thinking
I was gonna have a chance

to make things better
with my sister,

but instead,
she had me arrested.

Why would I be mad
over a little thing like that?

I know this is all
confusing,

but I need some answers.
Okay, these photographs.

I recognize these two,

but not this one.

-I need your help.
-I've been screaming for you for hours.

When you finally come here,
you treat me like always.

-Okay...
-Which is dismissively.

This is the way it always is.
But...

The thing I really didn't appreciate

was, was that game
in the coffee shop.

Not even showing me
the courtesy of recognizing me.

-Well, there were reasons.
-No, I don't care!

I don't care
what your reason is.

That's petty, T.

That's low.

Can't you even ask me
how I've been?

How have you been?

Oh! Great! So good.
Seriously.

Because in the hours that
I've been locked up in here

I've had the time to think
about my rights.

Specifically that you
have to either charge me or let me go.

But I said to myself,

hell, let me give her
the benefit of the doubt.

Give her a chance
to come up in here and say,

Gabriel, my baby brother,

I'm so sorry that I went
psycho on you.

I've let the whole wrongful
arrest thing go for Dad's sake.

But you didn't.

Because you can't, can you?

Luke, I need you
to do something.

Hey, Gabriel.
How you doing, man?

-Why?
-It's Luke Alvez.

I work with your sister.
She must have mentioned me.

-No.
-Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm positive.

You are and always will be
a stupid jerk.

That's what I said
to that kid,

Martin Gumbel,
that little jackass

who made fun of me
in Germany.

He responded by drawing
a swastika on my locker.

So you told on him

and then his friends
beat you up.

You always looked out for me,
even as a little kid.

I never told you how much
that meant to me.

Gabriel,
you're my baby brother.

I am sorry I went
psycho on you.

And I need you to stay.

Well, if you mean it...

Put some skin in the game.

Okay, that means before I help you

I get to ask you
for anything I want.

-I know what it means.
-Good. 'Cause I want Dad.

-No.
-Yeah, no, I want him to be there

when I explain
that picture to you.

This has nothing to do with him.

I'm sorry, that's not
for you to decide.

You put skin in the game.
Go get him.

Ha!

Dad...

We might have a lead.

But I need you
to do something,

and it's not gonna be easy.

When I got to the coffee shop
this morning,

a man sat down
across from me.

A man I didn't recognize.

Dad...

It wasn't Gabriel.

So from what Spence and I dug up,
Scratch used his fake identity

to buy a Shibari rope from this couple.
They own a boutique sex shop.

In addition to the rope, he also made
a very expensive purchase

-that was listed only as "other."
-Shop's probably closed by now.

We do have
their home address.

We have to hurry.
Scratch likes mind games,

and right now, he's putting
Tara through hell.

Do I have to do this?

No.

But we'll have a better chance
of finding your brother if I do.

Then I'm ready.

No, you're not.

I've been trained
for this, Dad.

You haven't.

So the best thing you can do in there
is to not say anything.

Okay?

Okay.

Oh, Dad.
Hallelujah.

Can you talk some sense
into my sister, please?

Oh.
Oh. Oh.

Maybe we should call
Aunt Thelma in while we're at it.

Maybe she can turn her back
on me, too.

You asked for us both,
Gabriel. Here we are.

What is this?

I was 15 here.

-You were what?
-I was 18.

-What was going on at 18?
-I was at Dartmouth.

Uh, I had to come home
that spring

for Mom's funeral.

And how was I
during that time?

You didn't talk much,
but I could tell that you were hurting.

So, I convinced Dad to let me have you
over family weekend.

He had two rules.
What were they?

I couldn't get you drunk.

And, um...

Go ahead, Dad.

You remember.

I made you promise
to take Gabriel to church.

I wanted the two of you to
pray for your mother's soul.

That was the most boring
pastor ever, man.

-Can we please get breakfast now?
-Let me take a picture for Dad.

Name a type of cheese.

Swiss.

I remember it now.

But why is this
so significant to you?

It's the last time
I felt normal.

Isn't that right, Dad?

-Okay, Dad, let's go outside.
-No. No.

You wanted my help.

You want us
to be a family again.

Let's do 'em both.
The three of us.

Mom, Dad!

Don't come in!

Someone was at the door,
so I let them in.

Honey, you know
we talked about this.

You said it was okay
if it was the police,

and it's the FBI.

-FBI? What's the FBI doing here?
-I have no idea. I'm slipping.

I'm slipping! Aah!

Hannah, you know what?
We can take it from here.

Okay. Just so you know,

sometimes it takes him
a while to untie her.

Can I offer you
anything to drink?

No, thank you.
We're good.

Yes, I made equipment
for Carl Brubaker,

we talked on the phone,
but we never met face to face.

-Do you have an address?
-Just a P.O. box. We needed to make sure

they could handle
a delivery of that size.

And what did you make
for him?

It was a vice connected
to a pressure plate,

which was in turn
built around a chair.

If you moved the weight
off the pressure plate,

the vice would squeeze.

If you take the weight off,
how tightly would it squeeze?

Tight enough
to cut off blood flow.

-Or oxygen?
-Yes, or oxygen.

What do you mean, it was the last time
you felt normal?

Because I was a victim,
of the soft bigotry of low expectations.

Come on, Gabriel.
You had a full ride to college

and you didn't take it.

What was it you said to me?

"Oh, I don't know, T.
What if it's too hard?"

Yeah, that's what I said.

Isn't it?

Do not look to him.

He's not responsible
for your choices.

Choices?
Oh, wow. That's a good one.

That's so funny.

Uh, you ever hear
of a brand of wine called Leonte Chianti?

-No.
-Of course you haven't.

That's because it's cheap.
It's a step below two-buck chuck.

But, uh, it's perfect
for drowning your sorrows.

-Blaming alcohol now?
-No, not in the way you think.

But if you or I ever had
a glass of Leonte,

we'd probably have to fight

our gag reflexes.

But, um, let's just say
you were drinking to forget,

I don't know, uh,
how about the, uh...

The death of your wife?

It'd be perfect then.

"This is my rifle,
this is my gun!

"This one's for killing,
this one's for fun!"

Yeah, that's what he'd say,

as he marched around the house,

loaded shotgun in one hand.

After about three or four bottles
I gently coaxed it away from him.

Is this true?

I remember the wine.

That's why you didn't
go to Yale.

Why wouldn't you
tell me that, Gabriel?

So why didn't I tell her?

I ordered him not to.

Your mother and I,
you were our dream,

and we couldn't let
anyone stand in the way

of what you could be.

Hence,

the soft bigotry
of low expectations.

Not from society...

From your own family.

Now, you better go after him.

Here's the thing
about brainwashing.

It's actually a myth.

You go back to MK-ULTRA and
the CIA dosing people with LSD

and The Manchurian Candidate
never worked.

Scratch cracked the code
with his drugs and his patients

with multiple personalities.

That's true, but I keep
going back to the video that Garcia got.

Now, this Desmond guy
is supposed to be super delicate.

One wrong word
and he goes into a stupor.

That's not what we're seeing.

Desmond Holt is dug in.

You can march the real
Gabriel in here right now

and Desmond's going to insist
that he's Tara's brother.

I think the only way Scratch
could have gotten him to that point

is if there was overlap somehow.

Emotional overlap,
psychological overlap.

If we can find that overlap,
we might be able to deprogram Desmond.

All right.
What do they share?

Hatred.

For the father figure in their lives.

Desmond played
Russian roulette with his stepfather,

and Gabriel...

Well, yeah, it's not
the same thing, but it's close.

-So what else?
-When Mom died, they were all alone,

and he needed
a protector.

"Luke can't save you now."
That's what Scratch said.

I mean, we knew Scratch
would be baiting us.

That name, it should have
copied over.

When I stopped him at the elevator,
he didn't even know who I was.

Are there any other
Lukes in his life?

Not that I can...

-You gotta be kidding me.
-What do you see?

This whole time
I thought Luke and these pictures

were separate clues.
They're not. They're the same clue.

This is the pattern
that Scratch wanted us to see.

Luke, 15, 11, 32.

The Gospel of Luke,
chapter 15,

verses 11 through 32.

I know exactly what this is.

That morning, after
we got back from church,

you complained about
how boring it was.

And then I took this.

Swiss.

You know what part of church
I liked?

The bible story.

You know, the one about
the older sibling who griped to Dad

because the younger brother
was such a screw-up.

Whew! Boy, could I relate.

But that wasn't the end,
was it?

The parable of the prodigal son
from the Gospel of Luke.

You remember it?

I never forgot.

That's why you kept
this photo for 20 years.

Because you look at
the two of us on paper

and it's easy
to make assumptions...

I am the successful one.
I'm the one who got the degree,

the career that Dad
could brag about, but...

I also never looked back.

And when you opted out
of college,

I never thought it was
because you were the one

who had to stay home
and do the hard work.

Like the older son
in that parable.

Gabriel, you're not...
You're not the prodigal.

I am.

Was it scary?

Mom gone,

just you and your
stepdad and that gun?

Yeah.

I am so sorry
that happened to you, Desmond.

-What?
-So sorry.

No.

Stay with me, Desmond.
Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Desmond.

My name is Tara Lewis.

Yeah. Yeah.

I know.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I did things.
I did them.

Uh, you Tara?

I did things
'cause he told me to.

So, that's why I did it.

What about Gabriel?

Did you see Gabriel?

Yeah, I saw him.
He...

Is... Is he alive?

Mm-hmm.

I saw him.

We were all in a warehouse.

Um, the address is 22...
23 7th Street.

He made me memorize it
so I could drive back,

'cause he needed me
to get something for him.

It was important
and he needed it.

Okay, Desmond, listen,
I have to go,

but there are people
who are gonna take care of you.

No! No.

He gave me explicit
instructions where to find it.

The spare key for the house,

underneath the gnome.

Your picture and Gabriel's
picture on the wall...

And I think your mom.

My father's house?

He told me to get him a box,
so I got it for him.

When I gave him the box,
he said...

Maybe this is for killing
and for fun. And for fun.

Killing... Killing...

And for fun, and for fun,
and for fun...

He's gonna kill Gabriel
with my father's gun.

I'll coordinate from here.

GW Emergency's on alert.

The director wants a report
if you catch Scratch dead or alive.

Will do.

It's something bad,
isn't it?

-Something you're not telling me.
-Dad, I have to go.

Tara Elizabeth...

Whatever it is,
you can tell me.

I can take it.

Because, uh...

It's all my fault.

This is no one's fault.

Thank you.

I don't know about
the rest of you,

but I'm getting tired of losing to this
rat-faced son of a bitch.

He's not gonna take
anyone else away from us, not on my watch.

-Am I clear?
-Hoo-ah.

Let's go to work.

Clear!

Wait, hold up.

-That doesn't belong.
-Lewis, Alvez, second floor.

Reid, JJ, open that up,
but don't disable anything

until you get my go-ahead.

Gabriel?

You're gonna be okay.
All right?

JJ, we found him.
What do you have on your end?

We found the power source.
If we cut the right wire,

it should shut down the vice.

No. No, no, no, no, no.
Don't look at that. Look at me.

Keep your eyes on me.
Right here. Right here.

This rope is heavy.

Just removing it
will shift the weight differential

and fire the gun.

JJ, what have you got?

We might have something.
Hang on.

We're gonna get you out of this, okay?
We're gonna find a way.

No, no. Don't move.
Don't move. Stop. stop!

These aren't fuses,
they're shotgun shells.

No, no, no, no, no.
Don't move, don't move.

Stop. Stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop. Stop.

It's engaging!

No, no, no, hold it! Stop!

It's a decoy.
The shotgun isn't loaded.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

Why would Scratch
stage this?

It's not his profile,

unless he's leading us
into a bigger trap.

Reid, JJ, look for
another trigger.

Reid, what is Exodus,
chapter 8, verse 24?

It's one of the plagues
of Moses.

"And the lord did this.
Dense swarms of flies

"poured into pharaoh's
palace. Throughout Egypt

"the land was ruined
by the flies."

It's above us!

There's a redundant switch
somewhere. It's going off.

We can interrupt it if
we bypass the correct fuse.

Get this off me.

All right, this will only delay
the trigger for a few seconds.

All right, go, go, go,
go go! Get him off of there!

Go! Go, go, go!

Is everyone okay?
Is anyone hurt?

Good.

Hey, T.

Gabriel.

Dad.

"The father said,
you are always with me,

"and everything
I have is yours.

"But we had to celebrate
and be glad,

"because this brother of yours
was dead and is alive again.

"He was lost and is found."

The Gospel of Luke.