Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 14 - Damaged - full transcript

YOUNG CONNIE: Mommy!

(YOUNG CONNIE SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(YOUNG CONNIE SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(SHOWER RUNNING)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

There's really no acceptable excuse
for violence,



but for you I am making an exception.

Oh, my God, Agent Rossi.

-This can't be everything.
-I'm sorry, sir?

-This is not everything.
-I was taking a... You're coming in.

This is that Galen file
I asked you to put together.

The double homicide in Indianapolis?

No, no, sir. You didn't ask me to
put anything together.

-You just asked...
-There's more to this case file.

Sir, can this wait till the morning?

And where are my notes?
My original crime scene notes?

Again, sir, you didn't ask
for the specifics.

You just told me to look up a case.

I have to tell you how
to look for everything?

What kind of a researcher are you?



I'm not a researcher.
I'm a technical analyst.

What the hell does that even mean?

You left the middle of my back
totally unloofa-ed.

(GULPS)

SSA Rossi.

Agent Rossi, I am aware
that the fraternization

between Bureau employees
is against the rules, however...

It's the 20th anniversary of this crime.

Twenty years tomorrow,

three children woke up
and found their parents murdered.

Whoever did it is still out there.
It's time they paid for it.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

-Ready?
-Yeah.

-How'd you do tonight? Tips good?
-You're new.

If you have to ask questions
I'd rather walk myself to my car.

Good luck... Bitch.

MAN: Hey, you dance nice.

Yeah, I could tell you liked it.
A whole $2's worth.

Hey, I would have given you more
if I had it. I ran out.

Well, you should have left.

Yeah, don't I get to look all I want
for the cover charge?

Yeah, cover charge doesn't include the
parking lot. Looking's over.

-Hey, why are you so pissed off, huh?
-You want to see pissed off?

Hey! Whoa! Come on.

Okay, look, I'm just going to go back
in the club, okay? It's okay.

What do you want?

Freak.

ROSSI: "Within the core of each of us,
is the child we once were.

"This child constitutes the foundation

"of what we have become,
who we are and what we will be."

Neuroscientist Dr. R. Joseph.

GARCIA: I might be in big trouble.
JJ: Come on in.

I can't believe he showed up
at my apartment.

JJ: It's not like I'm doing anything here.

We just had a seminar
on fraternization last week!

I really have a lot of work to do, Garcia.

So you don't want to hear how
Agent Rossi showed up at my door

in the middle of the night while I was
enjoying a post-coital shower

with fellow FBI Technical Analyst
Kevin Lynch?

Sit.

What the hell?

So, you were in the shower
with Kevin Lynch?

Come on, JJ, I'm being serious.
I need your help.

-(CHUCKLING) With what?
-Agent Rossi.

We're not supposed to date
fellow Bureau employees.

From what I hear, Rossi is the reason

most of these fraternization rules
even exist, okay?

He's not going to tell anyone.
Just relax.

Wait, what was Rossi doing
at your apartment?

Well, that's a good...

-I'm not supposed to tell anyone.
-Why?

I didn't press the issue.
I was all naked. And all drippy.

Right.

Doesn't showering with someone
always seem like a better idea

before you're actually doing it?

-Yes, it is a bit of a workout.
-I mean, there comes a point

when a girl's just got to wash her hair
alone, you know?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Well, this is turning into some morning.

Mrs. Hotchner?

Well, that would make sense
because he's in a prison right now,

so sometimes cell service can be...

Oh, well, if... Yeah, if I can get
a hold of him, I'll... Okay.

That is one seriously pissed-off lady.
She can't get Hotch on his cell phone.

Why would she call you?

Because she knows I can do this...

Yeah, JJ?

No, it's a personal matter.

Yes, thank you.
I will take care of it when I get back.

-Is everything all right?
-Yeah, fine.

We can do this interview another time.

Well, he's scheduled to be
executed next week.

-I can take the lead if you need...
-Reid.

Sorry.

-Agent Hotchner?
-Yes.

You must be Dr. Reid.
Abner Merriman, Assistant Warden.

You're here to see
our infamous inmate Hardwick.

REID: Yeah, he agreed to meet with us

as part of our Criminal Personality
Research Project prior to his execution.

I've read some of your studies
in police journals.

Serial killers are
a kind of hobby of mine.

Chester's the only one
I've ever met in person though.

-I bet you've met quite a few.
-Yeah.

Sir, we'd very much like to get started
as soon as we can.

Oh, of course, of course, forgive me.

Uh, we, uh... We don't really have
an interrogation facility,

but I do have a small room
that you can use. You're not armed?

We secured our weapons
before we arrived.

It's not our first time in a prison.

(CHUCKLES) No, no, I suppose that's true.

I have to say, when I heard that
he contacted you, I was surprised.

Why?

Chester Hardwick, he doesn't really
talk much. To anyone.

Well, that usually changes
when someone's about to die.

(SNIFFLING) No.

Mommy, it's morning.

GEORGIE: Connie. Connie.

YOUNG CONNIE: Mommy?
GEORGIE: Connie!

Connie, chill. It's the brother.
It's Georgie.

-(PANTING) What?
-You were dreaming again.

I'm sorry.

You never have to apologize to me
for The Dream.

-What time is it?
-9:30.

-You're late for work.
-Yeah, about that, uh...

I sort of punched a guy.

(SCOFFS)

Did you get fired?

You know, 53 bucks. You're like
the worst stripper in the world.

Well, to get more you got to show
more. And topless is bad enough.

Well, why don't you just quit
if it bugs you that much?

Because we've got to eat.

Yeah, well, we need some stuff,
by the way.

So go get it.

Where's Alicia?

-Left last night with some dude.
-What dude?

I don't know. Some dude in a jeep.

You got your yearly gift, I see.

-He left it in my car this time.
-He left this for me on the porch, too.

Son of a bitch is never
gonna leave us alone.

Happy 20th anniversary, right?

I hate you.

The door will, of course, be locked
from the outside and this button here,

it sounds audibly as well
as triggers a flashing light

to signal the guards
when you're finished.

-Thank you.
-Are these the crime scene photos?

REID: Some of them. Yes.
MERRIMAN: Oh.

God. I knew what he did, of course,
but I, you know, never saw...

Twenty-three victims like this.

Sometimes in these interviews
they talk about crimes

they were never charged with,
so it might even be more.

-Is it ever less?
-No.

Please.

Paying attention to these items
projects a kind of importance on them.

When he comes in, I'd like to give him
the opportunity to show us which parts

-of the crimes he thinks are important.
-Sorry, of course.

It's all right.

-Chains left on, right?
-That's probably a good idea...

No, it won't be necessary.

-It won't?
-You're sure?

Mmm-hmm. We're just
going to talk, right, Chester?

PRENTISS: Hotch is in
Connecticut, right?

With Reid. They left last night.
They're doing a custodial interview.

-Chester Hardwick.
-Damn.

He doesn't need anything
else on his mind

when he's dealing with a guy
like Hardwick.

PRENTISS: So, what do we do?

You got any idea
what Rossi was working on?

I think Garcia might know.
He stopped by her place last night.

-What?
-Why?

GARCIA: I'm really not supposed to say.

Because he said he wanted to
keep it between us.

-He might need our help.
-He didn't ask anyone for help.

Penelope, Rossi is a guy
who color codes his handwritten notes

in his notebooks,
blue pen for evidentiary items,

red pen for supposition and theory.

The guy is a fussy,
anal-retentive neat freak

who never leaves anything
out of its place.

I would say this is a scream for help.

He's in Indianapolis
on a 20-year-old double homicide.

He said it's time someone pays for it.

-And he was upset.
-Indianapolis?

Yeah, he took a commercial flight
this morning,

he picked up a Bureau SUV
half an hour ago.

-The jet's available.
-Let's go.

Agent Rossi? Gary Willis,
Indianapolis Police Department.

-I asked for Captain Giles.
-Yeah, he died a year ago.

That's a shame. He was a good cop.
Do you have the Galen files?

Yeah, they're right here.

-Do you have anything new?
-Well, if we do, it's not in this file.

You don't know?
Well, who's working on this?

Twenty years is a long time cold.

When do you stop looking
for a double murderer?

You know, I didn't know
this was an FBI case.

Well, it isn't. Not officially.

I was on the original scene,
the day it happened.

You probably know more about it
than I do, then.

At least you had someone to talk to.
No one's lived here since that day.

There's a housekeeping service
that comes in once a week,

but otherwise it's empty.

I know. I own it.

I bought it at an auction two years
after the murders.

Why?

The money went to the grandmother.
She raised them after...

Well, she died some years later

and they're still living over there
at her house.

That's pretty personally involved.
You know these people or something?

(SIGHING) No. It was the kids, I guess.

I kind of got attached.
Look, I don't mean to be a hard-ass.

It's no problem. Are we going in?

No.

I've spent years looking in that house.
There's nothing there.

Nothing we missed.
No evidence we didn't find.

Why are you here?

I was hoping you had something new.

I'm sorry to bother you.

-No bother.
-Thanks for coming.

HOTCH: Sit down.

CHESTER: I'd like this window opened.

I'll answer any question you have,
but only if this window is open.

HOTCH: Go ahead. Reid.

You were born April 4th, 1950?

Does my birth date really matter?

It's customary for us to start
at the beginning.

We want to try to know as much
as we can about your childhood.

There's nothing to know.
It was average.

I lived in a nice house on a quiet street.

I ate cereal, I went to school,
I watched cartoons.

I don't have time for this.

You didn't live in a nice house
on a quiet street.

You grew up in a series of projects
in East Bridgeport,

each one worse than the last.

You spent your teenage years peeping
into your female neighbors' windows,

and burglarizing their underwear
drawers when you got the chance.

And you set 100 small fires

for which you spent two years
in juvenile detention.

REID: We've done extensive research,
Mr. Hardwick.

We've talked to almost everyone you've
ever known, including your mother.

Good old Jean?
I'll bet she was a real treat.

Good old Jean's down the street
in a state hospital.

At this point, lying to us isn't
really possible or helpful.

-Well, then you're wrong.
-About what?

I started a lot more than
100 fires.

-Beautiful.
-Oh, my...

God!

I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
I just...

You just look so beautiful multi-tasking.
(LAUGHS SHEEPISHLY)

-What are you doing here?
-Well, I work here, too.

Yeah, in your own office.
Two floors down.

-I can't come over and visit?
-(LOUDLY) Are you insane?

-What's wrong?
-Have you forgotten last night?

I will never forget last night.

We were caught fraternizing
by one of my bosses.

You know, it was rude of Rossi to
show up at your place after work hours.

Rude? You found him rude?

You know, maybe I should
have a talk with him.

You know, straighten him out.

You want to
straighten out Agent Rossi?

No, what I want is for me
to be able to come up here and...

And kiss my girlfriend.

And if that means I have to talk to him,
well, then that's what I'll do.

Girlfriend?

Kevin?

Yes?

If you get within 100 feet
of Agent Rossi,

I will unleash an unrecoverable virus
on your personal computer system

that will reduce your electronic world
into something between

a Commodore 64
and a block of government cheese.

(GASPS)

Call me later.

MORGAN: You know there's
not really much to this file, Garcia.

Yeah, well, there's a latent fingerprint

that's making its second run
through AFIS as we speak.

As soon as I get results,
I'll let you know.

And then there's also, apparently,
some crime scene notes

that Agent Rossi wrote up
that I'm still spelunking for.

So he was on the actual crime scene
with the local detectives?

Could be why it bothers him so much.

Well, I highly doubt
this was his first scene.

Yeah, but it was a bad one.
The weapon was a long-handled ax.

Yeah, but we've seen worse
since he's been back.

There's nothing else cross-referenced?
No other crimes tied to this?

No, nothing I can find.

I mean, certainly nothing with
these signature elements.

Okay, so it's a double homicide,
yes, but a single occurrence

with no apparent issue of state lines.

Was there a request from
the local authorities for the FBI's help?

I don't think so.

So then why is this a BAU case?

I don't think it was.

All right, Garcia, I want you to double
check any other unsolved murders

in Indiana or the surrounding states
near this time.

Something this brutal doesn't
feel like a one-time thing.

You got it.

What is it?
What is it about this case for him?

CHESTER: What do you want to hear?

How Papa kicked me
and Jean's ass every single day?

Is that the kind of thing
you want to hear?

If it's true.

Nobody gives a damn about the truth.

(PHONE BEEPING)

-Agent Rossi?
-Anything come back yet on that print?

No. No matches. Nothing on file. Sorry.

What about my notes?

Those I have. Do you have a PDA?
Because I can e-mail them to you.

What's a PDA?

It's a Personal Digital... Never mind.
Is there a fax number where you're at?

I'm at the Palmer Hotel. I'll be back
there later. I don't have the number.

Okay, I will find it.

Thanks.
All right, I'll check back with you in...

And, sir, there's something else
that you should know.

Agents Prentiss and Morgan found
your office in disarray this morning.

-So?
-Well, they're concerned about you.

Well, tell them not to be.

Yeah, sir, that's the thing.
See, I'm sorry...

You told them about this case?

Yeah. I... We're all worried about you.

Damn it!
I asked you to keep this between us!

I'm sorry. Sir, I know and I...
They are going to see you.

They're coming here?
I don't need anybody's damn help!

Temperature's dropping.
It's that time of year.

Warm days, cold nights.

-It'll be summer soon.
-But not for you.

No. Not for me.

REID: Let's talk about the specifics
of the case.

Why did you choose Sheila O'Neal?

You got to show me a picture.
I don't know the names.

Is that what this is all about?
Some chance to relive all of this?

I have an excellent memory.
I thought you wanted to hear the truth?

The truth is they meant nothing to me.

They were toys. A diversion.

And from the moment I decided
to kill them they were dead.

They begged, they cried,
they bargained,

and it didn't matter
because they didn't matter.

Sometimes I wish I was normal.
That I'd had a regular life, but I didn't.

Why did you ask us here?

-I wanted to smell the air.
-What?

They've got me on death watch.
24-hour-a-day isolation.

And I will be until they take me
to the death chamber.

So, I wanted to smell the air
one last time before I die.

-Thank you for giving me that.
-Let's pack it up.

REID: Shouldn't we at least...
HOTCH: No. Now.

Have a nice trip, Chester.
You're going where you belong.

CHESTER: It's 5:17.
Evening yard started at 5:00.

The guard staff's outside
with population.

There won't be anyone to open
that door for at least 13 minutes.

And it took me less than five to do this.

While you were doing your research,

maybe a question or two about security
tones would have been a good idea.

I heard the tones.

So you planned to be locked inside
with me? With no guns or weapons.

I won't need a gun.

There's no way they're going
to execute me next week.

Not after I kill two FBI agents.
You saved my life by coming here.

But unfortunately for you, I'm not
a 5-foot tall, 100-pound girl.

All your life you've gone after victims
who couldn't fight back.

And the rest of the time
you spent looking over your shoulder.

Worried about the knock on the door.

Scared that somebody like me would
be on the other side

waiting to put you away.
At your core, you're a coward.

Chester, do you want to know
why you killed those women?

What?

Earlier you said you wished
that you were different.

I can tell you why you killed them.
Why you are what you are.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

If you're buying, I'm drinking.

I don't think any of us could
afford this place otherwise.

-Yeah, I know I can't.
-Go home.

We thought you might need some help.

-You're wrong.
-Come on now, Rossi.

Bounce some theories off us.
Fresh eyes can't hurt.

-This isn't even a BAU case.
-Maybe not yet.

But I can make anything a BAU case
if I want to.

It's about paperwork
and I know the paperwork.

Why do you care?

Because you do.

You can tell me
why I did the things I did?

I think so. I do.

Your mother's bipolar

and almost certainly
an undifferentiated schizophrenic.

Your father suffered severe
shell shock in the war.

What we now refer to
as post-traumatic stress disorder.

Far as I can tell, he remained
clinically depressed the rest of his life.

53% of all serial killers have

some form of mental illness
in their family.

And in your case,
both of your parents suffered

from psychological disorders,
which they largely took out on you.

They beat each other
as much as they beat you,

so violence became
a natural expression of love for you.

There's something called
the hypothalamic region

of the limbic system.

It's the most primitive part of the brain.

It wants what it wants without
conscience and without judgment.

It's what makes babies cry
when they're hungry,

scream when they want affection,

become enraged when a toy is
taken away from them.

In most children, a healthy relationship
with their mother

counters the hypothalamus

and maps the child's brain
into healthy emotional response.

...hypothalamus never learned control.

It still operates on that primitive level.

Your records indicate that you display
the symptoms of satyriasis.

You're obsessed with sex.

Sex and love are cross-wired
with pain in your mind.

Additionally, your hypothalamus won't
allow you to stop seeking the desires

that it wants,
so you became a sexual sadist.

No sexual partner will
ever willingly submit

to the painful desires that you have,
and the only way you can serve them

is by making a partner compliant.

Making sure that they do exactly
what you want them to do.

And you ensure that by killing them.

Earlier you said your victims
never had a chance.

(BUZZER SOUNDING)

But I think you know deep down

it was you who really
never had a chance.

(KEYS RATTLING)

Is everything all right in here?

Fine. We're done.

-Is that true? I never had a chance?
-I don't know. Maybe.

I was here on a serial rapist in '88.
It was pretty short work.

The guy wasn't going
to win any IQ contests.

The day after we collared him,

the local detective was driving me
to the airport

and hears a call on his walkie
of kids screaming in a house

not far from where we were.

He asks if I mind taking the job in
with him. We were first on the scene.

-Inside we found...
-Found this.

The ax had been left behind,
but it had been wiped clean.

Turns out it belonged to the family.

The oldest daughter, Connie,

told me her father bought it
on Christmas Eve a few months earlier.

To cut down a Christmas tree.

(SIGHING) Now I always associate
the whole thing with Christmas.

Never been able to put
a tree up myself again.

So he never hurt the kids at all?

Not physically.

But he would have known that the kids
were in the house?

He only hurt the parents and then left.

Okay, so using a weapon
he found at the scene

and not eliminating all
of the potential witnesses,

that makes him disorganized.

But he left no evidence,
which suggests he's organized.

There was a fingerprint.

But it was behind the bedroom door.
I don't even think he knew it was there.

There should have been prints in other
places, but they were wiped clean.

There was an open back door,
a drinking glass left in the kitchen.

And that one good print
was not a match anywhere.

I've been over this a million times.

I keep thinking,
if there was just one more piece,

one more thing to go on,
the answer was right in front of me.

-He might be dead.
-I have to be sure.

Rossi, if he's dead,
you may never really know.

When we arrived on the scene,
before any of the other units got there,

I could hear them.

Before I even got out of the car.

It was a warm morning

and the windows were open
in the upstairs bedroom.

And their voices floated out
into the street.

They were crying and calling
for their mommy and daddy.

Three terrified children screaming
for their murdered parents.

I've seen so much death and pain,
but that sound...

It's been 20 years and I can still
hear them screaming every night.

Crying.

If I can't tell them for sure that whoever
is responsible will never do it again,

that screaming might never stop.

(DOOR OPENING)

-CONNIE: Alicia. Let's go!
-In a minute.

Now, Leesh!

God! Guess what? My sister's a bitch.

-Call me.
-You didn't give me your number.

Why do you have to be like that?

-Where were you for two days?
-It was only one whole day.

-Where were you?
-I'm 23 years old, Connie.

-You should have called.
-You're not my mother.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hi, Connie.
I brought the team with me...

Yeah, you need to stop this.

Excuse me?

Look, we thought that if we didn't call
you back the last couple of times

that you would just give up
and leave us alone.

I know that it hurts, but I'm only
trying to make sure someone

pays for your parents' deaths.

We don't care anymore.
It's been 20 years.

We need to be able to move past it.

Please!

I won't bother you kids again.

And you'll stop it with the gifts, too?

Gifts?

What are we supposed to do
with a bunch of toys

that remind us of the worst day
of our lives?

I never sent you any gifts.

-This is it?
-GEORGIE: It's all we could find.

We threw a lot of them away.

I wish you would have told me
about this.

We thought you were sending them.

At first, we kind of liked it.
Then it just became a bad reminder.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

These are incredibly cheap,
aren't they?

Where would you even buy toys
like that?

-Or why?
-How did you receive them?

CONNIE: They're usually left
on the front porch at night.

Mine was found in my car this time.

So he's following you.

There was a pickup outside the...

Where I work. I just...

I always thought it was you.

What do you remember
about the pickup?

All I saw was the shape
and the headlights.

ROSSI: Morgan, obsessional crimes
are your specialty.

MORGAN: Well, there's two kinds
of obsessional offenders

that would send gifts to survivors.

Sadists, who want to make the families
keep reliving the crime,

or guilt-laden offenders,

desperately trying to find some type
of way to apologize.

Sadists usually use something
they know will remind the family

of the person or the crime.

Jewelry, newspaper clippings.

These don't look like
the kind of things you would send

-to inflict pain on someone.
-So, guilt-laden.

You know, they actually look like
the kind of thing a child would send.

MORGAN: Okay, well, it's rare,
but an UnSub who feels this much guilt

sometimes commits
the crime unintentionally.

They tend to be developmentally
disabled, extremely low-IQ offenders

and generally, well, they're physically
large and they're very strong.

Strong enough to hurt
somebody accidentally.

-Like Lennie, in Of Mice and Men.
-Exactly.

He needed help then. There wasn't a
fragment of evidence left at the scene.

That's not low-IQ.

Well, usually they're assisted
by an older relative

and it's almost always a parent.

And this parent rationalizes

that the UnSub would never
try to hurt anybody.

See, in a lot of ways,
this type of UnSub,

they're sort of overgrown children.

JJ, when you get Garcia on the phone,

tell her we're not looking
for other homicides here.

Get her to look into a string
of less serious offenses in this area.

Parks, playgrounds, involving children,

but not necessarily children
that have been injured or abused.

Okay.

(EXHALING) See, an UnSub like this,
when they seek out children,

they want to play with them,
they don't really want to hurt them.

But it's their size that frightens people.

This could be that piece
you were looking for.

That was smart to get Hardwick
to focus on himself long enough

for the guards to come back.

I find that I do some of my best work
under intense terror.

I'm sorry.

-For what?
-I antagonized the situation.

-No, you didn't.
-Well, I certainly didn't help.

I guess you didn't really help.

(SIGHS)

So, Haley wants me to sign
the divorce papers uncontested

so nobody wastes money on lawyers.

-You don't want to?
-What I want, I'm not going to get.

Okay, crime fighters, I've got the
information you were looking for,

but it may lead to more questions
than answers.

Oh, of course.

GARCIA: There are scads of open
petty crimes as described

in the very area of Indiana
in the last 20 years.

But here's the rub.

A large portion of them only occur
in the last week of March

and the first week of April every year.
And then it gets weirder.

Because the same kind of crimes
crop up in Springfield, Illinois

for the next two weeks.

And then Des Moines, Iowa
in the couple of weeks after that.

-So, he's traveling.
-JJ: On a specific schedule for years?

PRENTISS: Maybe he's a salesman?

MORGAN: Who takes
a developmentally disabled partner

on a sales call?

-What about a carnival?
-Carnival?

We went to a carnival the day before.
It's the last thing we did as a family.

-Did anything happen?
-No.

CONNIE: No, we had to leave early.

There was this clown
that made me a balloon animal.

It didn't even look right,
but then he kind of followed me around.

He didn't really do anything,
but my mom got afraid so we left.

-GEORGIE: You never told us that.
-I didn't even remember it until now.

Penelope, pull permits. Find out
if this carnival is still in business.

This betty is ready.

You guys look around.
Prentiss, come with me.

(HAMMERING)

Jeff! Get more tie-downs
over that ferris hauler.

I don't want to have to slow down
halfway across Illinois

because that moron
left pieces hanging off again.

-Idiot!
-You look like you're in charge.

I can't believe
people actually pay good money

to play these fixed games.

-Men.
-Excuse me?

-It's not people. It's men.
-Is that a fact?

Only a man would waste $50
trying to win that $3 stuffed animal.

PRENTISS: You pulling out in a hurry?

LANDON: That's the way
this business works.

Got to be set up where the money is.
Right now, that ain't here.

Where you headed to next?
Springfield?

We'd like to talk to you
about one of your clowns.

MORGAN: Did you go
to carnivals as a kid?

JJ: Oh, yeah, every year.

Yeah, me too.
The first place I had a drink.

Clown.

Come on.

Clown? This ain't a circus.
Clowns are for the circus.

You don't have any clowns
in your carnival?

How about a guy
who makes balloon animals?

-We might.
-ROSSI: Might?

Sometimes.

PRENTISS:
How long's he been with you?

Look, what is this?

ROSSI: This guy would have been
complained about.

Kids are uncomfortable around him.
You'd have gotten reports from parents.

I can't remember every complaint
I get, mister.

It's not "mister." It's Agent Rossi. FBI.

Now, do you have a son?

A son?

ROSSI: Well, the guy we want to talk to,

he'd have been a big problem for you.

You'd have gotten rid of him
a long time ago, unless...

It would have been difficult for him
to hold down a job for long,

-much less 20 years.
-Twenty years?

-I really ain't got time for this.
-Make time.

All right.

He didn't mean to hurt those people.
It was my fault as much as his.

I got busy
with one of the rides breaking down

and he wandered off.

He just wanted to see
the little girl again. He liked her.

He wanted to play.

He would never hurt anyone.

He went into the father's room
by mistake.

He came after him with an ax
and he hit Joey with it so he got mad.

That's all.
I mean, that's understandable.

I mean, isn't that understandable?

He gets hit with an ax
and he gets mad?

He was sorry as soon as he did it.
He even put them back in bed.

He just got angry.

And I was too late. I was too late!
I couldn't save them.

But every year I take him back and
I make him remember what he did.

I even make him pick something
from the joints to give them.

He never forgets. Never.
I make sure of that. Never.

Look, he's a good boy.

-FBI.
-Daddy! Daddy.

-Get your ass out of there right now!
-Daddy! Daddy!

MORGAN: Let's go! Let's go! Get out!
JOE: Daddy.

LANDON: Don't hurt him!

JOE: Help me, Daddy!
Help me! Daddy!

Don't fight, Joe!

-Daddy, help me.
-Stay down! I need your cuffs!

-MORGAN: Mine aren't long enough.
-Don't hurt him.

-MORGAN: Stay down! Don't move!
-Don't you hurt him! He won't fight you!

JOE: Help me!
LANDON: What'd I say? Stop it! Stop it!

(SOBBING) Daddy!

(VOICE BREAKS) He's a good boy.
He's a really good boy.

JOE: Daddy, help me!
LANDON: Don't fight, Joe.

Daddy!

The title should be delivered
in the next few days.

-You're just giving us a house?
-Giving it back.

It's been kept clean and maintained.
It should sell for a decent price.

You could all get a fresh start.

You don't have to do this.

I think your parents would have
wanted you to have it.

ALICIA: Thank you.

(SIGHS)

-Thanks, man.
-You're welcome.

These belonged to your mother.

Your grandmother let me
hold onto them until...

Well, you should have them back now.

(WE'LL GET BY PLAYING)

Well, my team is waiting for me.

Agent Rossi, I'd like you to have these.

MAN: (SINGING) Everyone says
take a sip from your tea of tears

Is it okay if I call you sometime?

Just to let you know how we're doing?

Anytime, kiddo. Anytime.

We'll get by but we don't know how

We'll get by but we don't know how

When I was young

Little children, how we used to play

Chase the blues
and the shadow lights away

Oh, how our laughter filled the air

Leave it to the other fools to care

Pretty boy, how was Connecticut?

Ultimately uneventful.

Sir, there's somebody waiting
to speak to you in your office.

Agent Rossi, we need to talk.
About Penelope.

Man to man.

Man to man.

-What about Penelope?
-I don't know.

(IN SINGSONG)
Garcia and Kevin, sitting in a tree...

MORGAN: Get out of here.
You're serious?

(LAUGHING) Just when I thought

nothing scandalous was ever going
to happen around here.

What? What does that mean?

Didn't you hear JJ?

The song meant something? No.
No, I missed it.

Yeah, it...

-You know what? Never mind.
-REID: What?

HOTCH:
"There is no formula for success,

"except perhaps an unconditional
acceptance of life and what it brings."

Arthur Rubinstein.

We'll get by but we don't know how

We'll get by

We'll get by but we don't know how

We'll get by

We'll get by but we don't know how

We'll get by

We'll get by but we don't know how

We'll get by

We'll get by but we don't know how

We'll get by

We'll get by but we don't know how

We'll get by