Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 7, Episode 13 - Snake Eyes - full transcript

# Day in

# Day out

# That same old voodoo
follows me about?

# When there it is?

# Day in, day out.#

If this is a sales call
on a Sunday morning...

Settle.

It's me. JJ.

I tried your cell.

Listen, something's come up.

You need to get down
to the office, pronto.



Oh. You are kidding.

I know. I wish

psychopathic killers would be
a little more respectful

of our weekends, too,
but what are you gonna do?

Is everything okay?

Um, no.

Kevin and I got in a fight

last night, and to self-soothe,

I- I drank a lot of wine, and JJ,

you know I-I can't drink wine.

Why did I drink so much wine?

You'll be fine.

No. I don't know,
uh, 'cause right now,

everything is a blur,
and oh, my God, my hair hurts.



How is that possible?

He's coming out of the shower.

I hate confrontation.

It was such a fight.
I hate confrontation!

Then don't confront.

Just kiss, make up
and get your butt over here.

What is this?

Grand Central Station?

Oh, God.

Kevin.

I am so sorry about last night.

I should not have stormed out
like that.

You stormed out?

Yeah.

You stormed out all last night?

Yeah.

What's, uh...?

Hey.

You see we got to go in, right?

Yes. Y-Yes.

Uh, JJ just called me, too.
Let's go.

I'll get my things.

This is mine,
and this is mine.

And... this is yours.

This is mine.

See you there.

Okay, let's go.

Danny Savino,
the floor manager

at the Sapphire Lady Casino
in Atlantic City, was found dead

in his office this morning.

Blunt force trauma to the head.

An empty wallet and money clip
left next to the body.

Mug shot.
This guy's got a record.

Savino was a member
of the Agnoli crime family.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

They're active
in the Atlantic City area.

How's the head?

Not all the aspirins
in all the pharmacies...

Looks like a robbery gone bad.

Why was the BAU called in?

Eight one-dollar bills
surrounding an eight card.

That's highly ritualistic.

And because Savino has ties

to organized crime,
agents in New Jersey

are worried
about things escalating.

It doesn't take much
to ignite a Mob war.

And collateral damage means
nothing to these guys.

If we don't get a handle
on this soon,

innocent
people are going to die.

Hey, honey. It's me.

Listen...

...the most amazing
thing is happening.

I'm at the Sapphire Lady
right now, and I am on a run

you would not believe.

Everything we ever talked about
is going to happen.

I'll try you again later,
okay, honey? Bye.

A Chinese proverb says,

"At the gambling table,
there are no fathers and sons. "

No question.
Godfather II, hands down.

No, no.

- Got to be Scarface.
For me,

The Untouchables. Spence?

Oh, probably Le Cercle Rouge,
the 1970s French classic.

But Den Tredje Vaagan
is definitely a close second.

Yeah.
That was my runner-up, too.

What about you, Rossi?

Best-ever gangster flick?

I've had too much of the real
thing to be a fan of Mob movies.

Garcia, did we get the crime
scene surveillance video yet?

No, sir,
because there wasn't any.

That's not possible.

Every inch
of a casino is surveilled

every minute of every day.

Yeah, apparently, the footage
was tampered with, so...

All right, Reid and
Prentiss, go to the crime scene.

Dave, you and JJ, find out if
Savino was involved in anything

the local authorities
don't know about; Morgan and I

will contact
the local FBl office

and arrange a cease-fire
with the families.

$200, sir?

There you go.
All right, sir.

Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!

Oh!

Here's your stack, sir.

Looks like
the party's over here.

Mind if I join?

Hey, there you are.

- Eddie!
- Ah!

That's my man.
There you are.

Geez, Curtis,

- those all yours?
- Oh, yes.

Hmm?

Stay right here.

I got plans with you.

- Oh!
- You are on a hot streak.

Too bad your old man
couldn't see this, huh?

- Yeah. -Hey, did you hear
what happened last night?

Danny Savino
got his head bashed in.

He's dead.

Didn't you two...? You two did
some business together, right?

Not anymore, I guess.
Here we go.

Winner the hard way!

Yeah! Oh, yes!

Thank you.

You look
a little strung out, man.

When's the last time
you got some sleep?

Oh, I don't know, man.
A couple of days.

Yeah?

You would not believe what's
been going on with me, man.

It's crazy.

So, I was headed up north
for a job interview...

A job interview? What about
the job you already got?

Yeah. I got fired.

- How come?
- I punched out my boss.

All right?

But look, look, look, I stop on
the Turnpike, I buy a scratcher.

Bam! $250 instant winner,
so I jump in the car,

I pop a U-turn,
I come right back here.

Come on!

Eight!

We are on a roll, folks.

First time I walk in the casino,

it happens again.

I put a dollar
in the slot machine.

$500 payout, and now this!
I am on the craziest roll,

- I'm telling you.
Press the hard eight.

If I can get the buy-in for that
million-dollar poker tournament

day after tomorrow,
I'm telling you, I can win that.

- Listen, I could win that.
- What

have you been smoking?
That's a 50 grand buy-in.

With all that I'm doing...

Hope you don't mind.

Thought a little celebration
was in order.

No, don't mind at all.

It's money well spent.

All right, we good to go?

- Everyone ready?
- Trust me.

- Mmm.
All right, shooter.

All right, let's go $500,
eight the hard way again.

Hard eight.

Hmm. Want me to blow on them?

Pile on, everybody.

Please.

Ooh.

Come on, be good to me.

Hard eight! -Yes!

Electric strike lock.
Impressive.

And hard to bypass.

If this was a robbery,

the UnSub must have slipped in
right behind him.

Well, Savino could have
known the killer.

He could have let him in
himself.

He wasn't expecting this
to turn into a brawl.

You know, maybe

the UnSub wasn't, either.

If this was premeditated,
you think

he would have brought a knife
or a gun with him.

The bowling trophy's more
a weapon of opportunity.

- This the only camera?
- Yes, ma'am,

- but the disk was removed.
But casinos

have a central terminal
that backs up

and stores all
surveillance footage, right?

Mr. Savino didn't want that
in his office.

He put in a personal camera.

So the victim bypassed
a security system

that would have revealed
his own killer.

What didn't
he want anyone to see?

Put your hands together
for Ginger...

ROSSl:
Vince Rapeti?

Who's asking?

I'm Agent Jareau.
This is Agent Rossi.

We're with the FBl.

We understand you've cooperated
with the Bureau before

when we've needed information.

"Before" being
the operative word.

I'm retired.

This is how you plan on spending

- your golden years?
- What can I say?

Some guys like to futz around
in little golf carts.

Me, I love the ladies.

ROSSl:
I hear you.

Me, I like to spend my time
chatting with my old friends

down at the New Jersey
parole board.

Listen, we just need you
to come out of retirement

long enough to tell us
a little about Danny Savino.

He's dead now, so what the hell.

WOMAN... for
eight days and seven nights

of sheer heaven.

Afternoon massages
on white, sandy beaches.

Yes, you can win

an all-expenses-paid trip
to paradise.

But you can't win

if you don't play.

But you already
know that, don't you, Curtis?

You've dreamed of this
your whole life.

Most people don't understand.

But you're not like most people,
are you, Curtis?

You don't think small.

You are not content
with a small life.

All this is going
to be yours, Curtis.

For you and your wife.

You just need
to maintain your focus.

Don't waver.

It's right there,
if you can just win.

TERl:
Curtis? Curtis!

What are you doing?

Sorry, sweetheart.

He's taken.

Really?

I'm his wife.

All right, let's go.
Come here, come here.

I'm winning, Teri.

I'm winning big.

You told me
you were going to Philly.

I was, but I stumbled

onto this... system.

I don't really
understand it myself yet...

Every week
you've got a new system.

We can't pay the mortgage.

The bank is foreclosing on us.

But this... this system works.

There's a...
big poker tournament

day after tomorrow.

Million-dollar winner-take-all.

The streak I'm on right now,
I could win that thing.

We'd be rich.

And then I'm done.

I swear.

I want a divorce.

What?

I'm sorry.

I'm going to my sister's.

You just... you show up here
and you announce that?

You're hurting me, Curtis.

This is our dream,
yours and mine, together!

You're hurting me.

Stay away.

I mean it.

We appreciate your cooperation.

Agent Goslin.

Any luck with our Mob bosses?

Well, I think
we bought some time.

What about the crime scene?

Savino purposely bypassed
the standard casino security.

- And I think we know why.
- Danny Savino supplemented

his income by loaning money
to casino patrons.

Explains why he changed
the camera in his office.

He didn't want his bosses
to know he was freelancing.

So we're looking for a gambler.

A gambler in Atlantic City.

That narrows the field.

CROUPIER
Seven out.

You scared me!

Sorry.

Uh, we never got
to finish that champagne.

I'll pass.

I- I don't know what happened.

My-my luck
is gonna turn around.

Yeah, well... when
it does, give me a call.

Maybe...

maybe we could
go somewhere and...

I said no, okay?

We came up empty tonight,
both of us.

It happens.

I meant what I said
about my luck turning around.

It's going to, I can sense it.

Right. With that gambler's

ESP of yours.

You and all the other
losers in this town.

Hey, what are you looking for?

Discarded matches.

The victim had

a freshly lit cigarette,

There was no lighter or matches

in her purse or the car.

ROSSl:
Our UnSub lit it for her.

Means she wasn't afraid of him.

Hey, Garcia.
You're on speaker.

Patty Riolo,

aka Francesca.

Hometown: Rice Lake, Wisconsin.

Up until three years ago,
she worked

at a high-end escort service
in Manhattan.

How high, you ask?
I will tell you.

Nose-bleed high.

$5,000 a night, and up.

ROSSl: Now she's
trolling gaming tables

- in Atlantic City.
- I imagine

that five-grand-a-night window

is very short
in her profession.

Well, this is going to turn
into a circus real fast.

Both residents
and visitors to Atlantic City

are on edge tonight,

as the "Circle of 8 Killer"
has apparently struck again.

No way! That's the hooker
who was all over you last night.

They're saying the same guy
killed Danny Savino.

You knew both victims.

That's weird.

My bad luck must've
rubbed off on him.

Listen, you got
to forget about Teri.

She was holding you back.

Every time she stuck her nose
in things, your luck went cold.

Hey...

you can win that
million-dollar tournament

and then go to Tahiti
on your own, huh? Yeah!

Live your dreams, man!

You know where
we spent our honeymoon?

Where?

Some half-assed motel
in Florida.

Went to a theme park.

Teri deserves better than that.

I promised her we'd...

go to Tahiti.

Let me show you something, man.

You carry around
a picture of a watch?

You want something,
you keep it close.

That's the dumbest thing
I ever heard.

Go ahead and make fun,
but when I hit it big,

that's the first thing
I'm gonna do

is buy that watch
I just showed you.

Then I want to see your face.

Come on, man.

First one's on me.

Make your own luck.

Come on.

Four aces?

Your mojo is back big-time!

You make a deal
with the Devil or what?

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

Hey.

We're looking for a man
who's killing those who appear

to prey upon or take advantage
of gamblers.

Loan sharks and call girls,
so far.

The killings
may have been triggered

by recent gambling losses.

Our UnSub is physically fit.

He was able to overpower
Danny Savino,

and Patty Riolo was killed

with extreme violence.

It's doubtful this person
has a criminal record.

He moves without fear
of being recognized

in one of the most surveilled
locales on the planet.

He wouldn't have elements
of a domestic life,

like children;
that would only moderate

or stabilize
his compulsive behavior.

Pathological gambling
is the most common type

of impulse control disorder
in the world.

And there is no more
superstitious creature on earth

than a gambler.

The number eight is the ritual
aspect to our UnSub's signature.

It's a compulsion.

It could signify a birth date

or an important time
in his life.

Not only is this UnSub a killer,
but he's also an addict.

He's killed twice
in the last two days,

and he may not be able to stop.

Thank you.

You Jimmy?

Over here.

ROSSl:
This doesn't make sense.

Danny Savino was
a bottom feeder,

handing out
nickel-and-dime loans

to small-time gamblers.

But Patty Riolo was exclusively
about high rollers.

The UnSub wouldn't have

naturally crossed into
both worlds.

He'd be in one or the other.

Unless his fortunes changed
drastically between

murdering Savino
and meeting up with Patty Riolo.

Maybe he flashed the money
he stole from Savino

in front of her,
pretended to be rich.

ROSSl: Or he gambled
with it and won big.

Let's say Dave's right.
He was in financial trouble,

and immediately after murdering
Savino, his luck changed.

In his mind, he could've
connected the two.

ROSSl: Every compulsive gambler
believes in a system,

no matter how illogical.

Maybe he figured
the part of his system

he had been missing was murder.

Sorry, sir.

Dealer shows 21.

21 for the house.

A cashier was shot to death last
night at a gas station in town.

And get this: eight dollars and
an eight card left on his body.

I don't get it.

I lost practically every hand.

Hey, you see that
Circle of 8 guy did it again?

Gunned down some dude
in a gas station.

Something's off.

My system should've worked,
but it didn't.

Please tell me you didn't
gas up your car last night.

- What?
- Savino, that hooker-

seemed like this guy was only
killing people who knew you.

Anyway, too bad you didn't get
the 50 grand for the buy-in.

Yo, you with me?

Uh, meet me outside.
I got to take care of something.

Look at us, man.

Top-shelf whiskey to five-buck
hoagies, one day to the next.

We've been through it all,
you and me.

Hey, this is for you.

It's yours.

Keep it.

- You serious?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Nice.

Ah, you were part of my system
and didn't even know it, huh?

Well, you know what they say.

The reverse side
also has a reverse side.

Yeah, whatever the hell
that means.

Means you're part
of my system, too, Eddie.

$88- the UnSub's
getting generous.

There's less rage
than the others and undoing.

There's evidence of remorse.

Shot in the back so he wouldn't
have to face his victim.

No robbery this time either.

Wallet's intact
except for anything to I.D. him.

Is this even the same killer?

Well, the ritual is too similar

- to discount it.
- The change in M.O.

makes sense if the UnSub
is still refining his system.

Maybe killing the cashier
at the gas station didn't work,

so he's back
to the drawing board.

Two eights instead of one
could also be significant.

I know in China the number eight
symbolizes prosperity.

The more eights the better.

As a matter of fact, in Chengdu
a telephone number consisting

of all eights recently sold for
over a quarter million dollars.

So why would he be doubling up
on his luck out here,

away from all the casinos?

There's been another killing.

A guest in his room
at the Sapphire Lady.

Same ritual?

No, his neck was broken
and he was robbed

of $50,000,

but the strange thing is,

the killer left nearly 20,000

behind with the body.

Garcia,
is there a casino

in the neighborhood of Penrose
and Morningside Avenue?

Uh...

no casinos per se, but there's

a private gambling establishment
right around the corner.

Is it legal?

Yeah, but it's ultra-exclusive.

They have a monthly high-stakes
poker tournament,

today being the day for the
month, coincidentally enough.

Or no coincidence at all.

What's the buy-in?

Uh, yikeys, $50,000.

But it's a million-dollar
guarantee if you win.

What time does it start?

Later this afternoon.

Thanks.

Forensics got a fingerprint
match on the last victim.

Eddie Langdon.

We're looking into him.

Hey, any luck?

No, they don't want to allocate
emergency funds for the buy-in.

I'm still working on it.

Well, I can't imagine why not.

We're only asking for
50,000 bucks of taxpayer money

so that FBl agents can play
"Texas Hold 'Em. "

Hey, what about you?

What about me, what?

You could stake us the buy-in.

Yeah, you're
a best-selling author.

No.

Why not?

One, it's against regulations,

and I'd like to hold onto this
job for a little while longer.

It's a minor
administrative violation.

And two, I prefer to spend
my money on actual things

like single-malt scotch,
a fine cigar, beautiful artwork.

Poker chips are things.

Maybe just think of it as,
like, a new experience.

I mean, at your age,
how often does that happen?

At my what?

Rossi, this may be
our only chance to get this guy.

All right, fine.

I'm a decent poker player,

but I can't promise
that I can stay in the game

- long enough to...
You know what?

I bet you're
a great poker player,

but what if we sent in Reid?

I am banned
from casinos in Las Vegas,

Laughlin, and Pahrump because
of my card-counting ability.

Look, I know I'm not a genius
like the boy wonder here,

but poker is not blackjack.

It's about bluffing, reading
human nature, head games.

It's not math.

That's not entirely accurate.

There actually is
a mathematical equation

for knowing when to raise
and when to fold.

If "P" represents

the size of the pot at the time
of play, then P x N - 1,

with "N" representing
the estimated number

of players at the final round

- of betting...
- Okay, fine, I surrender.

Just try not to lose
all of my money.

Some of these guys have records,

but they don't fit the profile.

Keep looking;
he's got to be there.

The last victim, Eddie Langdon,

was wearing a watch that was
much too big for his wrist.

You think he stole it?

Or it was a gift from the UnSub.

That fits, given the care
and remorse for the victim.

Okay, the link is set.

As soon as Reid triggers
the alarm, we can move in.

Halitosis.

Okay, got something for you.

- All right, talk to me, mama.
- Eddie Langdon-

high school dropout,
lots of odd jobs,

never married,
lived in transient type hotels

in and around Atlantic City.

Started his own
plumbing supply business

that went bankrupt.

Was in jail for
six months in 2005 for forgery,

and that's why we were able

to get a match
on his prints so fast.

Well, you've always
been fast, baby girl.

Uh, yeah, got to go.

River's a queen.

Hey, slick... just play.

All in.

You know, would it be all right

if I sat at table two
instead of four?

I have a pre-glaucoma condition,

and the light's
kind of bothering my eyes.

I'm calling.

I'll raise $8,000.

$8,000- that's, uh,

56 months' wages for the average
person in Bangladesh.

Kind of makes you think,
doesn't it?

Hey, it's eight-thou to you.

Are you in or are you out?

I am in and I raise.

Three raise.

That's too rich for my blood.

Are you in, sir?

I'll call.

Call.
- Straight. -

A gut-shot straight draw?

Straight.
- Are you kidding me?

That is just- that is nuts.

That's crazy.

Do you mind
if I take a look at this?

- Hey, what's the problem, sir?
- H-He's reaching for my chips.

- I was simply admiring...
- Sir, you need to come with me.

You don't have to manhandle.

I can walk, I will-
I'll cooperate.

Don't manhandle me, thanks.

That's Reid, let's go.

He's an FBl agent.

There he goes-
plaid shirt, baseball hat.

Morgan, he's
a white male, baseball cap.

He's headed
towards the back door.

He's on the move.

We need to look
at victimology again.

Okay, uh, Garcia said
that Eddie Langdon

was a high-school
dropout, right?

Chronic underachiever?

So what are you thinking?

Well, does that sound
like someone

who has the financial know-how
and business sense

to start his own company
from scratch all by himself?

Sir, you were right.

Eddie Langdon did have
a partner in that

plumbing supply business:
Curtis Banks.

And Banks pops up more than once
in Eddie's life.

They shared
an apartment together,

when Langdon was in jail
for that forgery charge,

it was Banks who bailed him out.

Oh, there's more.

Banks' dad was
a compulsive gambler, too.

Won some sort of
big jackpot in 1988.

The father abandoned the family,
ended up six months later

dead in a Las Vegas hotel room,
completely broke.

Drank himself to death.

Do you have
an address for Banks?

Yeah, 800 Brigantine Road,
Galloway Township.

That's ten miles
from Atlantic City.

Thanks. Tell Reid and Morgan
to go to Banks' house.

He may head back there.

Yeah, Hotch.
There's nobody here.

There's a foreclosure sign
in the front lawn.

All right, you and Reid stay
there in case he comes back.

Yeah, Dave?

I think I know the final piece
of the UnSub's system.

We know it involves violence,

we know it involves
the number eight.

But the killing of the person
at the gas station didn't work.

What about him
was different from

his partner, his loan shark,
the call girl?

He was a stranger; there was
no personal connection.

Exactly. That's why,
before the million-dollar game,

he killed his best friend.

So the closer the relationship,
the better his luck.

And now he's gonna need
the biggest infusion of luck

he's ever gotten
to escape this mess.

He's going after his wife.

Curtis?

What the hell?

What are you doing?

Curtis, what are you doing here?

Curtis, you need to leave.

We're leaving together.

We can do that now.

Do what?

Tahiti.

Look.

Poker chips?

Uh, we'll get a b-boat,
we'll sail to Bora Bora,

- and then we'll just,
we'll just... -Curtis, we're not

going anywhere together;
don't you understand that?

Look, you're sick;
we would get to Tahiti,

and you would find some
other reason to play cards.

I'm gonna ask you
for the last time.

Leave.

Liz, call the police.

Nobody's calling anyone.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Sir, I found something.

Teri Banks filed for divorce
two days ago.

She wasn't at home.

Does she have any relatives
or close friends nearby?

Yeah, she has a sister,

Liz Dorsey, at 3388 Woodland
Loop in Northfield.

Got it, thanks.

Babe, maybe you're right.

Maybe we can still do this.

Tahiti, right?

Fresh start, you and me.

You'd make
a lousy gambler, Teri.

No poker face.

Now you're just trying to stop
what has to happen.

There's his car.

He's in there.

Let me go in
and talk to him, Aaron.

I know how these guys think.

All right.

JJ, see if you can

get an angle on Banks.

Hotch, he's got a gun.

He's holding
two females hostage.

I don't have a clear shot here.

I'm gonna go around the side.

ROSSl:
I'm unarmed.

Hey!
- I'm unarmed.

Who the hell are you?

Come here, come here, come here.

I'm Agent Rossi
from the FBl.

If you move, she is dead.

The house is surrounded.

Now, you know there's only
one way out of this, Curtis.

You have to let the women go,

and I'll take their place.

Now, I've seen a lot of killers
in my life, Curtis,

but you're not like them.

You stumbled into this mess.

I can help get you out of it,

but you need to let them go.

Get out of here. Go!

Move!

Sorry.

Okay, that's good.

You've made
smart decisions, Curtis,

like I knew you would.

- Now, is this your wife?
- She stays.

You don't want to hurt her, son.

She's not the problem.

Oh, that's where you're wrong.

She never believed in me,
in what I do.

And when I had good luck,
she ruined it.

She's not the reason, Curtis.

It was your father.

There's no such thing
as manufacturing luck.

The same obsession
is what killed him.

He passed it on to you,

but you don't need
to be like him.

Just need some time.

I need some time, okay?

J- Just give me a minute
to think.

That's fine.

Hotch,

he moved to the back room.

I still don't have a shot.

Sit down.

Don't do anything stupid.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Rossi, he keeps glancing
to his left.

What's over there?

ROSSl:
I see it now.

See what?

What do you see, huh?

I see why you feel time
is running out.

Sand is slipping

through the hourglass.

It's 7:58;
that's why he's asking

for more time;
he's waiting for 8:00.

Let's go.

I've always loved you, Teri,

even though you fought me.

Whatever's next,

we're doing it

- together.
- No, baby, pl...

- P-Please don't do this.
- Curtis, let her go.

No, no!

We love each other.

Th-This is our dream.

Together.

Curtis, let her go.

All right, Curtis,

very slowly put the weapon

on the ground.

I guess it is true
what they say.

The house always wins.

No!

ROSSl: George Augustus Sala
said, "A gambler with a system

must be, to a greater
or lesser extent, insane. "

All right, Miss Thing.

Enough is enough.

It's time for you and me

to have a little sit-down.

What's going on with you?

Half the time I call,
I get your voicemail.

When I do get you,

I don't get even a little bit
of sass coming my way.

Now, what's the deal?

- Hello?
- Okay.

Look, I get it that men
and women are different,

and Venus and Mars
and all that stuff,

- but I do not understand...
- Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa.

Pump your brakes.

What is this about?

You were in my shower at 7:00
in the morning.

Because I shower...
at 7:00 in the morning.

Baby, you had

a little too much to drink
the other night.

You called me to come over
and keep you company.

I know, I remember that, but...

Okay, what happened between us
was popcorn

and a movie on TV,

which you fell asleep
in the middle of, by the way.

So, you slept on the...

- Couch.
- Yes, you did.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you, God,
for maintaining

the integrity of my most
beloved of friendships,

and from now on,

I promise only mostly the purest

of mineral water
will cross these lips.

Hey, plum sauce, you coming?

Yes, I'll be right there.

Hey, Derek.

Hey, what's up, man?

Since the fight,
we have decided to have

a standing date
every Tuesday night.

Good luck with that
with this job.

Mm.

You got a great guy out there;
you know that, right?

I know.

What does a girl do
when she has two great guys?

She doesn't pour
that extra glass of wine.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, love you, bye.

Plum sauce?