Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - The Fisher King: Part 2 - full transcript
Elle's fate is unknown, and the unsub continues dropping clues as the team scrambles to identify him before another tragedy occurs.
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- Male and female, right?
- Elle, two weeks of pure heaven.
Do not call me for anything.
Have a great time.
You all deserve a break.
Welcome to paradise.
Your resort is beautiful.
A man.
He said there had been a murder
in Room 19.
Who are you?
Where's the victim's head?
I'm here on vacation.
- Someone sent you a head?
- From Jamaica.
Morgan and Elle are in Jamaica right now.
That Agent Greenaway wasn't even
here when this man was killed.
How did he know where we were?
A man came to the door with something
he said you would need right away.
He came to the door?
I was playing a game yesterday.
The hacker could have gotten
into my computer first.
I have far less protection
on my own laptop.
How could you be that stupid?
- I found him.
- You what?
I know who he is, the hacker.
His name is Giles.
You know now you're on a quest.
A young girl's life depends
on the successful completion of it.
The one rule is, only the members of
your team may participate in the quest.
He's given us all the clues
needed to complete this quest,
including this book code.
Each one of these sets of numbers
represents a particular word.
Yeah, but from what book?
JJ, get some reporters here
as soon as possible.
Didn't he say that we had to
keep this within the team?
We're looking for this man...
No, no!
I specifically said no outsiders.
I'm awake.
- Anderson, take Greenaway home.
- Yes, sir.
Get some sleep.
I told you there was one rule.
One rule!
"The defects and faults of
the mind are like wounds in the body.
"After all imaginable care
has been taken to heal them up,
"still there will be a scar left behind."
French writer
François de la Rochefoucauld.
There were rules!
Sir? I thought you'd want to know
we identified the girl in the video.
- Rebecca Bryant.
- Leave it on the desk.
Reid, how many books
do you think are published in a year?
In the whole world? Thousands.
Great,
and all we got to do is find one.
You know, I can see this UnSub
getting our phone numbers
and addresses from the Bureau
personnel files, but, come on, man.
It really says in there
that Gideon digs Nellie Fox?
Or that JJ collects butterflies?
I didn't even know these things about us.
"Never would it be night, but always
clear day to any man's sight."
Reid, not again with the poem
from the music box, please.
There's something familiar about it.
I think I've heard it somewhere before.
I thought you had a photographic memory.
Eidetic memory. And that's
primarily related to things I read.
Like I said,
this is something I think I've heard.
- Which leaves us...
- Nowhere, that's where it leaves us.
Not necessarily.
How would we proceed
if we didn't have all these clues?
- What's the first thing we'd look at?
- Victimology.
Why this particular victim in this
particular place at this particular time?
- We have a victim, don't we?
- Rebecca Bryant.
She's missing out
of South Boston, Virginia.
You can get there in a few hours
if you hurry. Take JJ.
Find out everything
there is to know about this girl.
You got it.
Been letting him lead us around
like he's something more than he is.
He's just another UnSub.
I'll start putting together a profile.
What do you want me to do?
Just keep working on this.
If anybody can put it together, you can.
Please help me.
Anderson. Where's Agent Greenaway?
- Sir?
- I told you to take her home.
I dropped her off half an hour ago.
"Take her home"
does not mean "drop her off."
We're dealing with an UnSub
who has all of our personal information,
including our home addresses.
Get back over there now.
- But...
- Now!
- Agent Greenaway?
- Yes?
Case file, please.
- How did I get here?
- I'm sorry, ma'am.
Without a case file,
you'll have to get off.
The rules are very...
Clear!
She's back.
Okay, get a large bore going.
I'm on it.
If we don't get
this pressure up,
we're gonna lose her again. Permanently.
Thousands of books published every year.
This is impossible.
Year. Every year.
"1963."
- Agent Hotchner?
- Yes?
The delivery guy's on the way up.
- The one from the press conference.
- Thank you.
The book has to be the right volume
and the right publication date
- or the code won't work, right?
- Okay.
Now, when you talk about Nellie Fox,
it's in regards to the 1959 White Sox.
That's the year that's important to you,
but, for some reason, this is a 1963 card.
Well, maybe he couldn't find a '59.
You think a pale clouded yellow
butterfly was easy to find,
or a music box that specifically plays
the Trout Quintet?
So a book published in 1963.
It has to be. Maybe.
The guy who delivered that puzzle
to my house just turned himself in.
You delivered a package
to my house yesterday.
- Look, do I need a lawyer here?
- Late in the day, to my wife.
I guess I could check my logs.
You know exactly
which delivery we mean.
Look, this guy comes up to me
on the street with a package.
He says it only needs to go a few miles
and that a girl's life depended on it.
And you didn't find that suspicious?
He said a girl's life depended on it, man.
I wasn't going to take no chances
with something like that.
I see.
So you're a humanitarian here, then?
Yeah, guess you could say that.
How much?
Thousand. Cash.
Seriously, do I need a lawyer?
This guy is infuriatingly good.
He routed his IP through
major corporations, crisscrossed it
through countries,
bounced it off satellites...
I thought you already tracked the hacker.
No, I only found
what he wanted me to find,
the apartment where Giles was dead.
Reid, a hacker capable
of getting into my systems
is going to have amazingly
sophisticated equipment.
Did Giles' apartment have that?
- He didn't have a couch.
- Exactly.
Giles was a smoke screen
I should have seen through,
but now I have
this glorious program I wrote
tracking the hacker
through his other identity.
Sir Kneighf.
"K-N-E-I-G-H-F?"
That's an odd spelling.
Do you need something?
Yeah, is there a database which lists
all the books published in a given year?
Individual publishers have lists,
but I don't think
there's anything like a master one.
Plus, it would depend upon the year
because the further back you go,
the less likely
there'll be any database at all.
1963.
Yeah, okay, that would be an example
of extremely less likely.
Could you do me a favor?
Type something
into a search engine for me.
"Never would it be night, but
always clear day to any man's sight."
Okay, that's from a poem.
The Parliament of...
Fowls! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Chaucer.
My mom used to read me that.
It's widely considered
as the first Valentine's poem.
Your mom read you
Valentine's poems? Hello, therapy.
Chaucer. Chaucer. Parliament of Fowls.
Fowls. Parliament of Fowls. Chaucer.
It has to be at least 283 pages long.
The poem has to be long.
Something published in 1963.
A butterfly indigenous to Great Britain.
Why?
Something born...
Something from Great Britain.
Medieval.
Chaucer. Chaucer was Middle English.
Middle English spelling
of the word "fowls." F-O-W-L-E-S.
There was a contemporary
British author, Fowles. John Fowles.
Will you type it into a search engine?
He wrote The Magus. He wrote
The French Lieutenant's Woman.
Anything in 1963
published in Great Britain?
The Collector.
Collector. Baseball cards,
skeleton keys, music boxes.
These are things that are collected.
Reid.
- What did he look like?
- I don't really know.
He had a big coat on
and a hat pulled down over his face.
So you can't describe him at all, then?
Well, the part of his face
that I could see was all messed up.
He was messed up?
Yeah, scarred, all burned up.
Burn scars.
It could explain the trouble moving.
We know what the book is.
The Collector by John Fowles.
- Are you sure?
- Not absolutely,
not until we see if the code works,
but I have four separate libraries
searching for the 1963 edition
published in Great Britain.
Well done, Reid.
Agent Gideon,
there's a call for you on line two.
He says it's extremely urgent.
- Is there a name?
- Sort of.
He calls himself the Fisher King.
- This could be the UnSub, guys.
- Why?
In mythology,
the Fisher King is the Grail King.
"Sir Kneighf,"
it's an anagram for "Fisher King."
Fisher King's at the end
of all Grail quests.
Line two trapped and traced.
Gideon.
What I had to do was not my fault!
- Excuse me?
- It was distasteful and barbaric!
- Who is this?
- No one else had to be hurt!
You call yourself the Fisher King?
I told you there were rules!
I'm actually more interested
in exactly how you got all those burns.
Remember this next time you
decide to step outside my instructions.
Agent Greenaway
did not have to die like that.
Daddy?
Notify the OR she's bleeding out.
They're going to need four units of O
on the rapid infuser.
- Yes, Doctor.
- Fight with me here. Fight.
FBI.
One of my agents was just brought in.
- Agent Hotchner. I am sorry, sir.
- Anderson, where is she?
I got there just
as the ambulance was leaving.
- Where is she, Anderson?
- They just took her up to surgery.
- Then she's alive.
- What do we know?
The local P.D. said
someone forced her back door
and surprised her in the living room,
that they were probably
laying in wait for her,
and after she was...
It appears she dialed 911 herself
before she passed out.
Why weren't we notified?
The offender apparently took
her ID and gun.
The uniform I talked to didn't even know
she was in the Bureau
until I arrived on scene.
Get back over there.
This is a federal crime scene.
Nobody touches anything. We process it.
- Go.
- Yes, sir.
- Mrs. Valez, are you there?
- Yes, Dr. Reid, I am.
I have a first edition of The Collector
published in Great Britain in 1963.
Wonderful.
Mrs. Valez, I'm going to read you
a set of three numbers.
The first is gonna be a page number,
the second, a line number on that page,
and the third, a word number in that line.
- Do you understand me?
- Yes, I understand.
- All right, the first is page 222.
- Page 222. Got it.
Line 23.
Line 23. Got it.
What is the 16th word
on that line, Ms. Valez?
"The."
"The." Great.
Page 91, line 11, word 13.
"Path." Does that make sense?
"The path." No, yeah, yeah,
that absolutely makes sense.
All right, please go to page 31.
Orderly needed in Room 452.
Trap and trace got nothing.
UnSub used a disposable cell.
We got our best CSU team.
If he left anything,
a print, a hair, sweat, anything...
They'll find it.
- I sent her home, Jason.
- This wasn't you.
I should've been clearer with Anderson.
Try Morgan and JJ again.
I tried them three times.
They're out of cell range.
Well, try them again. I don't want them
to hear about this on the news.
She was 16 when she was abducted.
She's 18 now. Her birthday was in August.
Two years in that little cell.
All right, let's go over this
one more time.
She took off for school,
but never got there, correct?
Correct.
None of the neighbors
saw her that morning?
It doesn't even appear
that they canvassed at all.
Okay, JJ, I need you to see
if the originating detective
can meet us at the house
because there's just something really
funky about this whole investigation.
Well, I will as soon as we re-enter
the world of cell phone service.
- Another puzzle?
- It's a riddle.
"Began at his start." His.
"The youngest holds the key."
"Sits in a window."
"Secrets." "Adventure."
Secrets from her knight?
"Sits in a window."
She calls them your adventures.
"Would it be night, but always clear day."
Could be bright lights?
Someone delivered this
to the desk last night for you.
It's never night in Las Vegas.
Excuse me?
I need to be connected to the field office
closest to Las Vegas, Nevada, immediately.
Hi, this is Dr. Spencer Reid
with the Behavioral Analysis Unit
at Quantico.
Look, I need my mother picked up
and brought to Virginia
in protective custody as soon as possible.
We're searching for an UnSub
who shot one of our agents today,
and I think he might know my mother,
and I believe she may be in danger.
Yes. She's at the Bennington Sanitarium
in Las Vegas.
Her name's Diana Reid.
She's a patient there.
Diana? There's someone here to see you.
Yes, sir.
If there's anything we can do...
Yes, sir. We will.
What's up?
That was Hotch.
Don't tell me.
Reid already figured it out,
and we drove all the way
out here for nothing, right?
- Derek.
- What?
What?
The... The UnSub.
Elle was shot
in her apartment this morning.
What?
- What are you doing?
- I'm going back.
No, no, no. Hotch said not to.
- I don't give a damn what Hotch said.
- Look, Derek, he's right.
There's nothing we can do
at the hospital, okay?
But maybe we can find
the UnSub through her,
through the victim's profile,
through Rebecca.
How bad?
She's in surgery. That's all they know.
Pulse ox, 95%.
Get that line.
She's flatlining.
Dad, it was hard
growing up without you.
- I'm sorry.
- No, it wasn't your fault.
I just missed you so much.
I'm always with you.
- What's going to happen to me?
- Happen? That's up to you, baby.
That's up to you.
- Any word?
- Nope.
I called JJ. I told her
we'd call them if anything changed.
- What's all that?
- This UnSub's extremely organized.
He sounded truly shocked
that we didn't follow the rules.
He honestly believed we would
simply listen to his directions.
He's delusional.
He thinks he's a mythological king.
But delusion
and this level of organization
are almost mutually exclusive.
You don't meticulously plan
contacts in the real world
if you're suffering
psychotic breaks from reality.
- How is she?
- No word yet.
- Is the scene processed?
- They're finished.
We still have it locked up tight, though.
- They find anything?
- CSU found a partial print.
The shooter wrote a message
on the wall in the blood,
and, in one of the smudges,
they found a whorl pattern.
They made a lift. They aren't sure
whether it's enough to get a hit,
but they are processing it now.
Rules.
She's okay. Your mom.
They just picked her up.
She's flying here right now.
I forgot she used
to always read me this poem.
- It's funny, huh?
- Funny?
I should have realized this sooner.
Nobody knows things like the fact
that JJ collects butterflies
except for me.
People tell me their secrets all the time.
I think it's because they know
I don't have anyone to betray them to.
Except my mother.
I tell her pretty much everything.
I don't think anyone would mind.
Do you know
that I write her a letter every day?
- That's nice.
- Depends on why I write her.
What do you mean?
I write her letters so I won't feel
so guilty about not visiting her.
Did you know that schizophrenia
is genetically passed?
All of her things are still right here.
We kept it all,
everything that was in her room,
in case she ever...
- You said there was a videotape?
- Yes, ma'am.
The man who abducted
your daughter sent it to us.
- You're sure it's Rebecca?
- Yes, ma'am, we're sure.
Ma'am, I don't mean to impose,
but we've had ourselves
a really long drive.
- You got any coffee?
- Excuse me?
- I'll come with you, ma'am.
- Oh. Certainly. Sure.
Detective,
I've seen kids missing for a decade,
and their rooms looks exactly
the way they did the day that they left.
Parents don't just pack up
their kid's stuff
and put them in boxes in the garage.
Parents don't give up ever.
What the hell is going on here?
This wasn't exactly
a cut-and-dried missing.
This Rebecca is no angel.
She was in trouble,
a lot of it all the time.
- What kind of trouble?
- You name it.
Dope, vandalism, theft, truancy.
Nobody even blinked when
she didn't show up for school that day.
She was a part-time attendee at best.
None of that was in the report.
- Now, why would it be?
- Because it's relevant, Detective.
Look, when uniforms
filed the initial report,
missing persons never did a supplemental
because the girl had run away
five or six times before.
She didn't run away this time, did she?
Well, yeah, apparently not.
Nobody even bothered
to look for this girl for two years?
No.
Why? Why was she acting out?
Was there a problem at home?
Was there abuse?
Abuse?
From the moment
we brought her into the house,
we treated Rebecca like an angel.
You just said,
"Brought her into the house."
When she was five years old,
we took Rebecca in as a foster child,
and, after a couple of years,
we adopted her.
Where are her birth parents?
Something happened to the whole family.
Did she ever talk about it?
I don't even think she remembered it.
She was just a little girl.
So her name hasn't always been Bryant?
No. It was Garner.
Rebecca Garner.
Please.
I brought your dinner. It's chicken.
I'm sick. I need a doctor.
- You like chicken.
- No. No.
- Just take the chains off me. Please.
- No, you'll try to escape.
No, I won't. I promise.
I'll be back for your tray
in half an hour.
Why don't you just kill me,
you son of a bitch?
Because I love you too much, Rebecca.
- Garcia.
- Hey, it's Morgan.
Derek, what do you need?
Garcia, I need information on an adoption.
- Name?
- Adopted name is Rebecca Bryant.
- Birth name is Garner.
- Where?
Somewhere around
South Boston, Virginia, 13 years ago.
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
I'll try just the name
with a wider search.
Okay, there's a Rebecca Garner
who was adopted
by a Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Bryant
on December 4th, 1993,
in Clark County, Nevada.
Wait. Nevada?
- That's what it says. The rest is sealed.
- Garcia, unseal it.
I need to know
what happened to that girl's family
- that caused her to need adopting.
- Okay, I'll work on it.
- Coffee?
- No.
We don't have enough
for a profile yet, not a good one?
No.
- Some generalities?
- Not enough to catch him.
The press conference
was the thing to do, right?
Sorry?
It brought the UnSub out into the open.
He made a mistake.
He left a partial print.
We wouldn't have had that.
- No.
- It was really the only way to go.
I did the right thing. I did my job.
Elle will understand that.
She'll understand.
I'm afraid.
What if I don't come out of it?
What if I don't wake up?
You keep talking
like you don't have any choice, Peanut.
You can choose to fight, to beat the odds.
It's up to you.
What if I want to stay with you?
Well, that's a choice, too.
That's why you're so skinny, you know.
Too much coffee.
Thanks a lot, guys. I've got her.
You know I'm terrified of flying.
I know, Mom. I'm sorry.
Well, then why did you have
those fascists arrest me?
Mom, they're not fascists,
and you were not arrested.
I'm trying to protect you.
By forcing me to do the one thing that
frightens me more than anything else?
I need to show you something. Follow me.
- Yeah. Talk to me.
- Not only did I find your records,
I found some newspaper articles
about your girl.
Newspaper articles?
Yeah, apparently,
most of Rebecca Garner's family died
in a house fire in 1992. Faulty
electrical wiring in their tract house.
So when she was four.
Yeah, Mrs. Garner, both Garner boys,
one of the Garner girls.
Rebecca was found in the backyard,
crying but unharmed.
- How'd she get there?
- Her father, probably.
He was a teacher at a Vegas public school,
and he tried to save
the rest of the family,
but he suffered massive burns
to his entire body and nearly died.
He spent years in a burn ICU,
and it was during that time
that he gave up
his parental rights to Rebecca
so that she could be put up for adoption
because there was no other family.
Could explain her acting out.
You watch your whole family die
in front of you?
Her father was awarded a huge settlement
from the contractors
that built the development.
They were using faulty materials.
Good work, Garcia. Print it up for me,
all right? We'll be back pretty soon.
Huh!
What? Something else?
No, it just says here that after
the father left the medical hospital,
he spent a few years
at a Vegas sanitarium. Bennington.
- That mean something to you?
- Yeah, that's where...
- Garcia?
- I gotta go.
Could that be...
Oh, my God.
- This is where you work?
- This is where we meet.
My desk, see,
it's right out there in the bullpen area.
The table's round.
Yeah, just like I wrote you in my letters.
Yes, just like you wrote in your letters.
Dr. Jessen gave me
the book you brought. Margery Kempe.
She's your favorite.
That particular book
is one of her minor works.
Mom, no! Don't touch... Don't.
You can't grab stuff off the board.
This key is evidence.
Mom, the UnSub that we're looking for...
The bad guy knows things
about my colleagues' personal lives,
things that only you would know.
Do you write about them in your journals?
My journals are none
of the government's business.
I'm not the government, Mom.
Well, this certainly looks
like a government office.
Mother, do you write about
my colleagues' personal lives?
Why did you bring me here, Spencer?
I need to ask you some things
about a man I think you might know,
a bad man. He's killed some people,
and he's holding a girl hostage.
You think I know someone like that?
Will you just watch the tape
and see if he sounds familiar?
I had to make sure
I had your complete attention.
I assure you
that you will all understand in the end
why it must be this way.
You might even thank me.
- You do know him?
- I'm sure it's Randall Garner.
Randall Garner?
He was with me at the hospital.
He's a very emotionally disturbed man.
Reid, I got to the end of the IP string.
Sir Kneighf, the Fisher King,
his name is Randall Garner.
He's Rebecca Bryant's biological father.
Reid and Garcia think
they've ID'd the UnSub.
- How?
- I don't know,
but they want to know how to proceed.
Well, one of us should be there. You go.
I want to be here
when she comes out of surgery.
- Call me immediately.
- Immediately.
- Hotch?
- Yeah?
The only way for the organization level
to be so high
is the UnSub believes it's all real.
He believes he's the keeper of the Grail
and needs us to find it.
We have to make him
understand that isn't real.
Right.
- I can't believe she's real.
- What do you mean?
Whenever he talked about Rebecca,
he never said she was his daughter.
He said all his children died in the fire.
He spoke of a Rebecca
more in the abstract.
I really thought she was a metaphor
and not an actual human being.
- An ideal.
- A Grail?
He thinks he's the Fisher King.
- Who does?
- Randall Garner, our UnSub.
He believes you're all modern-day
Knights of the Round Table.
Derek Morgan,
this is my mother, Diana Reid.
That's your mother?
Ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you.
So where are we
on finding this son of a bitch?
I rechecked all the clues.
There's nothing that points to an address.
The adoption records for Rebecca
list an address of the fire,
so I made a call to Nevada,
and it's vacant. No one ever rebuilt.
Nevada? So we don't
even know what state he's in?
I'll search tax records,
see if he owns any property.
- Excuse me?
- Mom, do you want to wait at my...
Just before the agents
got me from the hospital,
a man delivered this to me.
It's a photo of a house
with an address on the back.
Shiloh, Virginia?
That's only 10 miles from here.
Heads up, guys. It's open.
Hotch.
Guys, listen up.
I guess he wants us to know
we're in the right place,
so keep your eyes open.
Let's go.
It's Morgan. We're clear.
There's someone upstairs.
- Where?
- I saw a shadow.
Randall Garner! FBI!
Garner? Come out, Garner!
- He's in there.
- All right, cover me. I'm going to go in.
- No, wait. Wait. Wait.
- What? What?
Mr. Garner? My name's Spencer Reid.
You were in the hospital with my mother.
I think she might have confused you.
All we want to do is help Rebecca.
That's exactly what you want, right?
That's why you sent us the puzzles.
That's why you said you'd hoped
you'd be seeing us soon?
Ask the question.
There is no magical question, Mr. Garner.
He believes that if I ask him the right
question, it'll heal all of his wounds.
- Do you know the question?
- I know what he wants.
I'm going to move to where he can see me.
- Reid! Reid!
- Reid, no!
- Fall back.
- Reid!
Reid, no!
Wait a minute, Reid. Wait!
Stay calm, Mr. Garner.
Ask the question, Sir Perceval.
I told you, I'm not Perceval.
My name is Dr. Spencer Reid from the FBI.
You were in the hospital
with my mother, Diana.
If you want the Grail,
you must ask the question!
She's not a Grail.
She's your daughter. Her name's Rebecca.
My daughters died in a fire,
and my son and my wife.
- Rebecca lived.
- No!
Your mother, she explained it all to me.
My mother's a paranoid schizophrenic
who'd forget to eat if she wasn't
properly medicated and supervised.
She made me realize
none of it was real.
I didn't lose Rebecca.
She never existed in the first place.
She does exist, Mr. Garner,
and we're here to help her.
Hotch, Morgan,
I think maybe it'd be better
if you guys waited downstairs.
What?
Mr. Garner and I
are just going to talk alone up here.
Go ahead and talk, Reid,
but we're not going anywhere.
Ask the question, I'll be healed,
and you may take the Grail.
Just ask the question, Sir Knight.
- I can't.
- Heal me!
Mr. Garner, a Fisher King wound
cannot be healed by somebody else.
It's not a wound of the body.
It's a wound of the memory,
a wound of the mind.
It's a wound that only you can find
and a wound that only you can heal.
Just ask the question.
There's only
one question that matters, Mr. Garner.
There's only one
really important question.
Can you forgive yourself?
I couldn't get to them.
If you tell me where she is,
you can save Rebecca now.
Tell me where Rebecca is.
You already know.
I sent your mother the map.
- What map?
- Can I forgive myself?
No, I can't.
Run!
Don't move, Reid! Don't move!
Get him out.
Get... Let's go! Let's go!
The girl! Let's go!
- What the hell was that?
- He had a bomb.
You didn't think
we needed to know that?
- I told you to go downstairs.
- But you didn't say bomb.
- You left that part out.
- Stop! Stop! Stop!
What do you mean, stop?
The house is on fire, Reid. Let's go!
Just let me think. Let me think.
He's the Fisher King. This is his castle.
Rebecca has got to be here.
Reid, there may not be time
for a search. Let's go.
Location's on the map
that he gave to my mother.
Reid, all she told us about
was that photo. Let's go.
Down... I think she's in
the basement downstairs.
How do you know that?
- I'm in here!
- Rebecca! Rebecca!
Is the house on fire?
She's in here. Rebecca!
I'm chained!
Get me out of here. I'm chained.
- Here. I got the bed.
- Hurry!
- He called me Sir Perceval.
- Hurry!
- Reid, hurry.
- The key. Reid, the key.
"The youngest one holds the key."
Tell me you've got the key.
Come on, man. Let's go.
Let's go! We got no time. Let's go!
- You got her?
- Yeah.
Let's go.
"It has been said,
'Time heals all wounds.'
"I do not agree. The wounds remain.
"In time, the mind, protecting its sanity,
"covers them with scar tissue,
and the pain lessens.
"But it is never gone." Rose Kennedy.
Dad, there's something...
It's okay.
No, I want to say it.
That day... I was just mad that day.
I wanted you to teach me to ride my bike.
I knew that you had to work.
I was just being selfish and childish.
Baby, you were eight.
I said, "I hate you, Daddy."
Those are the last words
that I ever said to you.
Shh. It's okay, baby.
I've thought so many times that I wish...
I wish that I had said...
I love you, Daddy.
I love you, too, Peanut, very much.
I can't stay with you.
That's all right.
Will I ever see you again?
I'll be here when it's time.
I love you.
There you are.
Sleep. You're gonna be fine.
Elle's out of surgery.
She's going to be okay.
Good.
- Is Gideon still at the hospital?
- Yeah. How's Rebecca?
She's in the hospital,
but she should be all right.
Physically maybe.
Thank you, everyone. All of you.
Well, we could've only gone so far
without Mrs. Reid.
Mom, we found her. Rebecca's safe.
You helped us save her life.
- Is it time for lunch yet?
- What?
I'm lecturing everyone
on Tristan and Isolde.
They're all gathering
in my room after lunch.
Can I attend the lecture, too?
- Have you read any of the material?
- I've had them read to me.
Wonderful. That's the best way, isn't it?
Yes, ma'am, by far.
- Male and female, right?
- Elle, two weeks of pure heaven.
Do not call me for anything.
Have a great time.
You all deserve a break.
Welcome to paradise.
Your resort is beautiful.
A man.
He said there had been a murder
in Room 19.
Who are you?
Where's the victim's head?
I'm here on vacation.
- Someone sent you a head?
- From Jamaica.
Morgan and Elle are in Jamaica right now.
That Agent Greenaway wasn't even
here when this man was killed.
How did he know where we were?
A man came to the door with something
he said you would need right away.
He came to the door?
I was playing a game yesterday.
The hacker could have gotten
into my computer first.
I have far less protection
on my own laptop.
How could you be that stupid?
- I found him.
- You what?
I know who he is, the hacker.
His name is Giles.
You know now you're on a quest.
A young girl's life depends
on the successful completion of it.
The one rule is, only the members of
your team may participate in the quest.
He's given us all the clues
needed to complete this quest,
including this book code.
Each one of these sets of numbers
represents a particular word.
Yeah, but from what book?
JJ, get some reporters here
as soon as possible.
Didn't he say that we had to
keep this within the team?
We're looking for this man...
No, no!
I specifically said no outsiders.
I'm awake.
- Anderson, take Greenaway home.
- Yes, sir.
Get some sleep.
I told you there was one rule.
One rule!
"The defects and faults of
the mind are like wounds in the body.
"After all imaginable care
has been taken to heal them up,
"still there will be a scar left behind."
French writer
François de la Rochefoucauld.
There were rules!
Sir? I thought you'd want to know
we identified the girl in the video.
- Rebecca Bryant.
- Leave it on the desk.
Reid, how many books
do you think are published in a year?
In the whole world? Thousands.
Great,
and all we got to do is find one.
You know, I can see this UnSub
getting our phone numbers
and addresses from the Bureau
personnel files, but, come on, man.
It really says in there
that Gideon digs Nellie Fox?
Or that JJ collects butterflies?
I didn't even know these things about us.
"Never would it be night, but always
clear day to any man's sight."
Reid, not again with the poem
from the music box, please.
There's something familiar about it.
I think I've heard it somewhere before.
I thought you had a photographic memory.
Eidetic memory. And that's
primarily related to things I read.
Like I said,
this is something I think I've heard.
- Which leaves us...
- Nowhere, that's where it leaves us.
Not necessarily.
How would we proceed
if we didn't have all these clues?
- What's the first thing we'd look at?
- Victimology.
Why this particular victim in this
particular place at this particular time?
- We have a victim, don't we?
- Rebecca Bryant.
She's missing out
of South Boston, Virginia.
You can get there in a few hours
if you hurry. Take JJ.
Find out everything
there is to know about this girl.
You got it.
Been letting him lead us around
like he's something more than he is.
He's just another UnSub.
I'll start putting together a profile.
What do you want me to do?
Just keep working on this.
If anybody can put it together, you can.
Please help me.
Anderson. Where's Agent Greenaway?
- Sir?
- I told you to take her home.
I dropped her off half an hour ago.
"Take her home"
does not mean "drop her off."
We're dealing with an UnSub
who has all of our personal information,
including our home addresses.
Get back over there now.
- But...
- Now!
- Agent Greenaway?
- Yes?
Case file, please.
- How did I get here?
- I'm sorry, ma'am.
Without a case file,
you'll have to get off.
The rules are very...
Clear!
She's back.
Okay, get a large bore going.
I'm on it.
If we don't get
this pressure up,
we're gonna lose her again. Permanently.
Thousands of books published every year.
This is impossible.
Year. Every year.
"1963."
- Agent Hotchner?
- Yes?
The delivery guy's on the way up.
- The one from the press conference.
- Thank you.
The book has to be the right volume
and the right publication date
- or the code won't work, right?
- Okay.
Now, when you talk about Nellie Fox,
it's in regards to the 1959 White Sox.
That's the year that's important to you,
but, for some reason, this is a 1963 card.
Well, maybe he couldn't find a '59.
You think a pale clouded yellow
butterfly was easy to find,
or a music box that specifically plays
the Trout Quintet?
So a book published in 1963.
It has to be. Maybe.
The guy who delivered that puzzle
to my house just turned himself in.
You delivered a package
to my house yesterday.
- Look, do I need a lawyer here?
- Late in the day, to my wife.
I guess I could check my logs.
You know exactly
which delivery we mean.
Look, this guy comes up to me
on the street with a package.
He says it only needs to go a few miles
and that a girl's life depended on it.
And you didn't find that suspicious?
He said a girl's life depended on it, man.
I wasn't going to take no chances
with something like that.
I see.
So you're a humanitarian here, then?
Yeah, guess you could say that.
How much?
Thousand. Cash.
Seriously, do I need a lawyer?
This guy is infuriatingly good.
He routed his IP through
major corporations, crisscrossed it
through countries,
bounced it off satellites...
I thought you already tracked the hacker.
No, I only found
what he wanted me to find,
the apartment where Giles was dead.
Reid, a hacker capable
of getting into my systems
is going to have amazingly
sophisticated equipment.
Did Giles' apartment have that?
- He didn't have a couch.
- Exactly.
Giles was a smoke screen
I should have seen through,
but now I have
this glorious program I wrote
tracking the hacker
through his other identity.
Sir Kneighf.
"K-N-E-I-G-H-F?"
That's an odd spelling.
Do you need something?
Yeah, is there a database which lists
all the books published in a given year?
Individual publishers have lists,
but I don't think
there's anything like a master one.
Plus, it would depend upon the year
because the further back you go,
the less likely
there'll be any database at all.
1963.
Yeah, okay, that would be an example
of extremely less likely.
Could you do me a favor?
Type something
into a search engine for me.
"Never would it be night, but
always clear day to any man's sight."
Okay, that's from a poem.
The Parliament of...
Fowls! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Chaucer.
My mom used to read me that.
It's widely considered
as the first Valentine's poem.
Your mom read you
Valentine's poems? Hello, therapy.
Chaucer. Chaucer. Parliament of Fowls.
Fowls. Parliament of Fowls. Chaucer.
It has to be at least 283 pages long.
The poem has to be long.
Something published in 1963.
A butterfly indigenous to Great Britain.
Why?
Something born...
Something from Great Britain.
Medieval.
Chaucer. Chaucer was Middle English.
Middle English spelling
of the word "fowls." F-O-W-L-E-S.
There was a contemporary
British author, Fowles. John Fowles.
Will you type it into a search engine?
He wrote The Magus. He wrote
The French Lieutenant's Woman.
Anything in 1963
published in Great Britain?
The Collector.
Collector. Baseball cards,
skeleton keys, music boxes.
These are things that are collected.
Reid.
- What did he look like?
- I don't really know.
He had a big coat on
and a hat pulled down over his face.
So you can't describe him at all, then?
Well, the part of his face
that I could see was all messed up.
He was messed up?
Yeah, scarred, all burned up.
Burn scars.
It could explain the trouble moving.
We know what the book is.
The Collector by John Fowles.
- Are you sure?
- Not absolutely,
not until we see if the code works,
but I have four separate libraries
searching for the 1963 edition
published in Great Britain.
Well done, Reid.
Agent Gideon,
there's a call for you on line two.
He says it's extremely urgent.
- Is there a name?
- Sort of.
He calls himself the Fisher King.
- This could be the UnSub, guys.
- Why?
In mythology,
the Fisher King is the Grail King.
"Sir Kneighf,"
it's an anagram for "Fisher King."
Fisher King's at the end
of all Grail quests.
Line two trapped and traced.
Gideon.
What I had to do was not my fault!
- Excuse me?
- It was distasteful and barbaric!
- Who is this?
- No one else had to be hurt!
You call yourself the Fisher King?
I told you there were rules!
I'm actually more interested
in exactly how you got all those burns.
Remember this next time you
decide to step outside my instructions.
Agent Greenaway
did not have to die like that.
Daddy?
Notify the OR she's bleeding out.
They're going to need four units of O
on the rapid infuser.
- Yes, Doctor.
- Fight with me here. Fight.
FBI.
One of my agents was just brought in.
- Agent Hotchner. I am sorry, sir.
- Anderson, where is she?
I got there just
as the ambulance was leaving.
- Where is she, Anderson?
- They just took her up to surgery.
- Then she's alive.
- What do we know?
The local P.D. said
someone forced her back door
and surprised her in the living room,
that they were probably
laying in wait for her,
and after she was...
It appears she dialed 911 herself
before she passed out.
Why weren't we notified?
The offender apparently took
her ID and gun.
The uniform I talked to didn't even know
she was in the Bureau
until I arrived on scene.
Get back over there.
This is a federal crime scene.
Nobody touches anything. We process it.
- Go.
- Yes, sir.
- Mrs. Valez, are you there?
- Yes, Dr. Reid, I am.
I have a first edition of The Collector
published in Great Britain in 1963.
Wonderful.
Mrs. Valez, I'm going to read you
a set of three numbers.
The first is gonna be a page number,
the second, a line number on that page,
and the third, a word number in that line.
- Do you understand me?
- Yes, I understand.
- All right, the first is page 222.
- Page 222. Got it.
Line 23.
Line 23. Got it.
What is the 16th word
on that line, Ms. Valez?
"The."
"The." Great.
Page 91, line 11, word 13.
"Path." Does that make sense?
"The path." No, yeah, yeah,
that absolutely makes sense.
All right, please go to page 31.
Orderly needed in Room 452.
Trap and trace got nothing.
UnSub used a disposable cell.
We got our best CSU team.
If he left anything,
a print, a hair, sweat, anything...
They'll find it.
- I sent her home, Jason.
- This wasn't you.
I should've been clearer with Anderson.
Try Morgan and JJ again.
I tried them three times.
They're out of cell range.
Well, try them again. I don't want them
to hear about this on the news.
She was 16 when she was abducted.
She's 18 now. Her birthday was in August.
Two years in that little cell.
All right, let's go over this
one more time.
She took off for school,
but never got there, correct?
Correct.
None of the neighbors
saw her that morning?
It doesn't even appear
that they canvassed at all.
Okay, JJ, I need you to see
if the originating detective
can meet us at the house
because there's just something really
funky about this whole investigation.
Well, I will as soon as we re-enter
the world of cell phone service.
- Another puzzle?
- It's a riddle.
"Began at his start." His.
"The youngest holds the key."
"Sits in a window."
"Secrets." "Adventure."
Secrets from her knight?
"Sits in a window."
She calls them your adventures.
"Would it be night, but always clear day."
Could be bright lights?
Someone delivered this
to the desk last night for you.
It's never night in Las Vegas.
Excuse me?
I need to be connected to the field office
closest to Las Vegas, Nevada, immediately.
Hi, this is Dr. Spencer Reid
with the Behavioral Analysis Unit
at Quantico.
Look, I need my mother picked up
and brought to Virginia
in protective custody as soon as possible.
We're searching for an UnSub
who shot one of our agents today,
and I think he might know my mother,
and I believe she may be in danger.
Yes. She's at the Bennington Sanitarium
in Las Vegas.
Her name's Diana Reid.
She's a patient there.
Diana? There's someone here to see you.
Yes, sir.
If there's anything we can do...
Yes, sir. We will.
What's up?
That was Hotch.
Don't tell me.
Reid already figured it out,
and we drove all the way
out here for nothing, right?
- Derek.
- What?
What?
The... The UnSub.
Elle was shot
in her apartment this morning.
What?
- What are you doing?
- I'm going back.
No, no, no. Hotch said not to.
- I don't give a damn what Hotch said.
- Look, Derek, he's right.
There's nothing we can do
at the hospital, okay?
But maybe we can find
the UnSub through her,
through the victim's profile,
through Rebecca.
How bad?
She's in surgery. That's all they know.
Pulse ox, 95%.
Get that line.
She's flatlining.
Dad, it was hard
growing up without you.
- I'm sorry.
- No, it wasn't your fault.
I just missed you so much.
I'm always with you.
- What's going to happen to me?
- Happen? That's up to you, baby.
That's up to you.
- Any word?
- Nope.
I called JJ. I told her
we'd call them if anything changed.
- What's all that?
- This UnSub's extremely organized.
He sounded truly shocked
that we didn't follow the rules.
He honestly believed we would
simply listen to his directions.
He's delusional.
He thinks he's a mythological king.
But delusion
and this level of organization
are almost mutually exclusive.
You don't meticulously plan
contacts in the real world
if you're suffering
psychotic breaks from reality.
- How is she?
- No word yet.
- Is the scene processed?
- They're finished.
We still have it locked up tight, though.
- They find anything?
- CSU found a partial print.
The shooter wrote a message
on the wall in the blood,
and, in one of the smudges,
they found a whorl pattern.
They made a lift. They aren't sure
whether it's enough to get a hit,
but they are processing it now.
Rules.
She's okay. Your mom.
They just picked her up.
She's flying here right now.
I forgot she used
to always read me this poem.
- It's funny, huh?
- Funny?
I should have realized this sooner.
Nobody knows things like the fact
that JJ collects butterflies
except for me.
People tell me their secrets all the time.
I think it's because they know
I don't have anyone to betray them to.
Except my mother.
I tell her pretty much everything.
I don't think anyone would mind.
Do you know
that I write her a letter every day?
- That's nice.
- Depends on why I write her.
What do you mean?
I write her letters so I won't feel
so guilty about not visiting her.
Did you know that schizophrenia
is genetically passed?
All of her things are still right here.
We kept it all,
everything that was in her room,
in case she ever...
- You said there was a videotape?
- Yes, ma'am.
The man who abducted
your daughter sent it to us.
- You're sure it's Rebecca?
- Yes, ma'am, we're sure.
Ma'am, I don't mean to impose,
but we've had ourselves
a really long drive.
- You got any coffee?
- Excuse me?
- I'll come with you, ma'am.
- Oh. Certainly. Sure.
Detective,
I've seen kids missing for a decade,
and their rooms looks exactly
the way they did the day that they left.
Parents don't just pack up
their kid's stuff
and put them in boxes in the garage.
Parents don't give up ever.
What the hell is going on here?
This wasn't exactly
a cut-and-dried missing.
This Rebecca is no angel.
She was in trouble,
a lot of it all the time.
- What kind of trouble?
- You name it.
Dope, vandalism, theft, truancy.
Nobody even blinked when
she didn't show up for school that day.
She was a part-time attendee at best.
None of that was in the report.
- Now, why would it be?
- Because it's relevant, Detective.
Look, when uniforms
filed the initial report,
missing persons never did a supplemental
because the girl had run away
five or six times before.
She didn't run away this time, did she?
Well, yeah, apparently not.
Nobody even bothered
to look for this girl for two years?
No.
Why? Why was she acting out?
Was there a problem at home?
Was there abuse?
Abuse?
From the moment
we brought her into the house,
we treated Rebecca like an angel.
You just said,
"Brought her into the house."
When she was five years old,
we took Rebecca in as a foster child,
and, after a couple of years,
we adopted her.
Where are her birth parents?
Something happened to the whole family.
Did she ever talk about it?
I don't even think she remembered it.
She was just a little girl.
So her name hasn't always been Bryant?
No. It was Garner.
Rebecca Garner.
Please.
I brought your dinner. It's chicken.
I'm sick. I need a doctor.
- You like chicken.
- No. No.
- Just take the chains off me. Please.
- No, you'll try to escape.
No, I won't. I promise.
I'll be back for your tray
in half an hour.
Why don't you just kill me,
you son of a bitch?
Because I love you too much, Rebecca.
- Garcia.
- Hey, it's Morgan.
Derek, what do you need?
Garcia, I need information on an adoption.
- Name?
- Adopted name is Rebecca Bryant.
- Birth name is Garner.
- Where?
Somewhere around
South Boston, Virginia, 13 years ago.
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
I'll try just the name
with a wider search.
Okay, there's a Rebecca Garner
who was adopted
by a Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Bryant
on December 4th, 1993,
in Clark County, Nevada.
Wait. Nevada?
- That's what it says. The rest is sealed.
- Garcia, unseal it.
I need to know
what happened to that girl's family
- that caused her to need adopting.
- Okay, I'll work on it.
- Coffee?
- No.
We don't have enough
for a profile yet, not a good one?
No.
- Some generalities?
- Not enough to catch him.
The press conference
was the thing to do, right?
Sorry?
It brought the UnSub out into the open.
He made a mistake.
He left a partial print.
We wouldn't have had that.
- No.
- It was really the only way to go.
I did the right thing. I did my job.
Elle will understand that.
She'll understand.
I'm afraid.
What if I don't come out of it?
What if I don't wake up?
You keep talking
like you don't have any choice, Peanut.
You can choose to fight, to beat the odds.
It's up to you.
What if I want to stay with you?
Well, that's a choice, too.
That's why you're so skinny, you know.
Too much coffee.
Thanks a lot, guys. I've got her.
You know I'm terrified of flying.
I know, Mom. I'm sorry.
Well, then why did you have
those fascists arrest me?
Mom, they're not fascists,
and you were not arrested.
I'm trying to protect you.
By forcing me to do the one thing that
frightens me more than anything else?
I need to show you something. Follow me.
- Yeah. Talk to me.
- Not only did I find your records,
I found some newspaper articles
about your girl.
Newspaper articles?
Yeah, apparently,
most of Rebecca Garner's family died
in a house fire in 1992. Faulty
electrical wiring in their tract house.
So when she was four.
Yeah, Mrs. Garner, both Garner boys,
one of the Garner girls.
Rebecca was found in the backyard,
crying but unharmed.
- How'd she get there?
- Her father, probably.
He was a teacher at a Vegas public school,
and he tried to save
the rest of the family,
but he suffered massive burns
to his entire body and nearly died.
He spent years in a burn ICU,
and it was during that time
that he gave up
his parental rights to Rebecca
so that she could be put up for adoption
because there was no other family.
Could explain her acting out.
You watch your whole family die
in front of you?
Her father was awarded a huge settlement
from the contractors
that built the development.
They were using faulty materials.
Good work, Garcia. Print it up for me,
all right? We'll be back pretty soon.
Huh!
What? Something else?
No, it just says here that after
the father left the medical hospital,
he spent a few years
at a Vegas sanitarium. Bennington.
- That mean something to you?
- Yeah, that's where...
- Garcia?
- I gotta go.
Could that be...
Oh, my God.
- This is where you work?
- This is where we meet.
My desk, see,
it's right out there in the bullpen area.
The table's round.
Yeah, just like I wrote you in my letters.
Yes, just like you wrote in your letters.
Dr. Jessen gave me
the book you brought. Margery Kempe.
She's your favorite.
That particular book
is one of her minor works.
Mom, no! Don't touch... Don't.
You can't grab stuff off the board.
This key is evidence.
Mom, the UnSub that we're looking for...
The bad guy knows things
about my colleagues' personal lives,
things that only you would know.
Do you write about them in your journals?
My journals are none
of the government's business.
I'm not the government, Mom.
Well, this certainly looks
like a government office.
Mother, do you write about
my colleagues' personal lives?
Why did you bring me here, Spencer?
I need to ask you some things
about a man I think you might know,
a bad man. He's killed some people,
and he's holding a girl hostage.
You think I know someone like that?
Will you just watch the tape
and see if he sounds familiar?
I had to make sure
I had your complete attention.
I assure you
that you will all understand in the end
why it must be this way.
You might even thank me.
- You do know him?
- I'm sure it's Randall Garner.
Randall Garner?
He was with me at the hospital.
He's a very emotionally disturbed man.
Reid, I got to the end of the IP string.
Sir Kneighf, the Fisher King,
his name is Randall Garner.
He's Rebecca Bryant's biological father.
Reid and Garcia think
they've ID'd the UnSub.
- How?
- I don't know,
but they want to know how to proceed.
Well, one of us should be there. You go.
I want to be here
when she comes out of surgery.
- Call me immediately.
- Immediately.
- Hotch?
- Yeah?
The only way for the organization level
to be so high
is the UnSub believes it's all real.
He believes he's the keeper of the Grail
and needs us to find it.
We have to make him
understand that isn't real.
Right.
- I can't believe she's real.
- What do you mean?
Whenever he talked about Rebecca,
he never said she was his daughter.
He said all his children died in the fire.
He spoke of a Rebecca
more in the abstract.
I really thought she was a metaphor
and not an actual human being.
- An ideal.
- A Grail?
He thinks he's the Fisher King.
- Who does?
- Randall Garner, our UnSub.
He believes you're all modern-day
Knights of the Round Table.
Derek Morgan,
this is my mother, Diana Reid.
That's your mother?
Ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you.
So where are we
on finding this son of a bitch?
I rechecked all the clues.
There's nothing that points to an address.
The adoption records for Rebecca
list an address of the fire,
so I made a call to Nevada,
and it's vacant. No one ever rebuilt.
Nevada? So we don't
even know what state he's in?
I'll search tax records,
see if he owns any property.
- Excuse me?
- Mom, do you want to wait at my...
Just before the agents
got me from the hospital,
a man delivered this to me.
It's a photo of a house
with an address on the back.
Shiloh, Virginia?
That's only 10 miles from here.
Heads up, guys. It's open.
Hotch.
Guys, listen up.
I guess he wants us to know
we're in the right place,
so keep your eyes open.
Let's go.
It's Morgan. We're clear.
There's someone upstairs.
- Where?
- I saw a shadow.
Randall Garner! FBI!
Garner? Come out, Garner!
- He's in there.
- All right, cover me. I'm going to go in.
- No, wait. Wait. Wait.
- What? What?
Mr. Garner? My name's Spencer Reid.
You were in the hospital with my mother.
I think she might have confused you.
All we want to do is help Rebecca.
That's exactly what you want, right?
That's why you sent us the puzzles.
That's why you said you'd hoped
you'd be seeing us soon?
Ask the question.
There is no magical question, Mr. Garner.
He believes that if I ask him the right
question, it'll heal all of his wounds.
- Do you know the question?
- I know what he wants.
I'm going to move to where he can see me.
- Reid! Reid!
- Reid, no!
- Fall back.
- Reid!
Reid, no!
Wait a minute, Reid. Wait!
Stay calm, Mr. Garner.
Ask the question, Sir Perceval.
I told you, I'm not Perceval.
My name is Dr. Spencer Reid from the FBI.
You were in the hospital
with my mother, Diana.
If you want the Grail,
you must ask the question!
She's not a Grail.
She's your daughter. Her name's Rebecca.
My daughters died in a fire,
and my son and my wife.
- Rebecca lived.
- No!
Your mother, she explained it all to me.
My mother's a paranoid schizophrenic
who'd forget to eat if she wasn't
properly medicated and supervised.
She made me realize
none of it was real.
I didn't lose Rebecca.
She never existed in the first place.
She does exist, Mr. Garner,
and we're here to help her.
Hotch, Morgan,
I think maybe it'd be better
if you guys waited downstairs.
What?
Mr. Garner and I
are just going to talk alone up here.
Go ahead and talk, Reid,
but we're not going anywhere.
Ask the question, I'll be healed,
and you may take the Grail.
Just ask the question, Sir Knight.
- I can't.
- Heal me!
Mr. Garner, a Fisher King wound
cannot be healed by somebody else.
It's not a wound of the body.
It's a wound of the memory,
a wound of the mind.
It's a wound that only you can find
and a wound that only you can heal.
Just ask the question.
There's only
one question that matters, Mr. Garner.
There's only one
really important question.
Can you forgive yourself?
I couldn't get to them.
If you tell me where she is,
you can save Rebecca now.
Tell me where Rebecca is.
You already know.
I sent your mother the map.
- What map?
- Can I forgive myself?
No, I can't.
Run!
Don't move, Reid! Don't move!
Get him out.
Get... Let's go! Let's go!
The girl! Let's go!
- What the hell was that?
- He had a bomb.
You didn't think
we needed to know that?
- I told you to go downstairs.
- But you didn't say bomb.
- You left that part out.
- Stop! Stop! Stop!
What do you mean, stop?
The house is on fire, Reid. Let's go!
Just let me think. Let me think.
He's the Fisher King. This is his castle.
Rebecca has got to be here.
Reid, there may not be time
for a search. Let's go.
Location's on the map
that he gave to my mother.
Reid, all she told us about
was that photo. Let's go.
Down... I think she's in
the basement downstairs.
How do you know that?
- I'm in here!
- Rebecca! Rebecca!
Is the house on fire?
She's in here. Rebecca!
I'm chained!
Get me out of here. I'm chained.
- Here. I got the bed.
- Hurry!
- He called me Sir Perceval.
- Hurry!
- Reid, hurry.
- The key. Reid, the key.
"The youngest one holds the key."
Tell me you've got the key.
Come on, man. Let's go.
Let's go! We got no time. Let's go!
- You got her?
- Yeah.
Let's go.
"It has been said,
'Time heals all wounds.'
"I do not agree. The wounds remain.
"In time, the mind, protecting its sanity,
"covers them with scar tissue,
and the pain lessens.
"But it is never gone." Rose Kennedy.
Dad, there's something...
It's okay.
No, I want to say it.
That day... I was just mad that day.
I wanted you to teach me to ride my bike.
I knew that you had to work.
I was just being selfish and childish.
Baby, you were eight.
I said, "I hate you, Daddy."
Those are the last words
that I ever said to you.
Shh. It's okay, baby.
I've thought so many times that I wish...
I wish that I had said...
I love you, Daddy.
I love you, too, Peanut, very much.
I can't stay with you.
That's all right.
Will I ever see you again?
I'll be here when it's time.
I love you.
There you are.
Sleep. You're gonna be fine.
Elle's out of surgery.
She's going to be okay.
Good.
- Is Gideon still at the hospital?
- Yeah. How's Rebecca?
She's in the hospital,
but she should be all right.
Physically maybe.
Thank you, everyone. All of you.
Well, we could've only gone so far
without Mrs. Reid.
Mom, we found her. Rebecca's safe.
You helped us save her life.
- Is it time for lunch yet?
- What?
I'm lecturing everyone
on Tristan and Isolde.
They're all gathering
in my room after lunch.
Can I attend the lecture, too?
- Have you read any of the material?
- I've had them read to me.
Wonderful. That's the best way, isn't it?
Yes, ma'am, by far.