Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 7, Episode 2 - Proof - full transcript

Guess who I went
to second base with?

Who, Cy?
- Lyla Smith!

Bull!

Get back here!

Why don't you believe me?

'Cause you lie!

I grew up normal.

In a normal house,
the size of a castle.

I played sports...

- ?... how sweet the sound...?
- sang in the choir...

for the President
of the United States...



and celebrated my birthdays

with four-story cakes
flown straight from Paris.

My brother and I
played kickball over there.

And-and here is where we would
hide from the police,

after stealing magic potions
from the toy store.

I don't know why they wouldn't
believe me when I told them

we were gonna
make things with it.

I still build things now.

I took apart a 1961 DeSoto,

and built a generator.

From scratch.

It's so powerful, it could light
a Springsteen concert.

But for now,
it just lights my room.

Please, what are you doing?



I don't understand.

I'll do anything.

Please, don't hurt me.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Why would I hurt you?

No, no, no, no, no, no!

So you finished the course?

Mm-hm. And completed
my case rotation.

Hotch says he's never seen
a rookie profiler

analyze and write up
cases as well as you.

- He said that?
Yeah.

Well, after all the cases you've
presented over the years,

- I'm not surprised.
- Hmm.

Hey, where have you been?

I wanted to
do brunch this weekend.

I had to deal with
some stuff with my mom.

Have you seen Garcia?

Uh, she's with Rossi.

He hates me.

Mm, he was just busy.

Let it go.

Okay, you can be honest,
I can take it.

Okay. I prefer my pasta
al dente.

And the pancetta
was a little weird.

Oh. That's 'cause it's tofu.

Tofu? I give you my recipe
and you do an improv?

No, no, I followed it down to
the micron- aside from the pig.

Look, Master of
All Things Italian,

I am having a Fellini festival
at my house this weekend

and I must serve the beautiful
food of his country.

Maybe you should show a Disney
film and stick with burgers.

You know, Rossi,
you could always

give Penelope
a cooking lesson.

Oh, my gosh,
that would be amazing.

That would be like...

that would be like
the Iron Chef meets the BAU.

And we could do it
at your house.

I don't have a house.
I have a mansion.

All right, let's get started.

Oh.

All right.

Mes amis, you are jetting to
Durant, Oklahoma,

because in the last three days,

two women have been found dead

after being sexually tortured
and then blinded

with a sulfuric acid solution.

Abby Elcott is our first victim,
19-year-old art student.

She was heading to campus
for an advanced drawing class.

She'd been missing for two days.

Same goes with our second
victim, Beth Westerly, 17.

She had just finished
her coffee shop shift

and was on her way
to a bar method class.

Both low-risk victims.

And physically similar.

How close are
the two abduction sites?

Five miles apart at bus stops.

Abby's cell was found near one,

- Beth's scarf near the other.
Where were the dump sites?

One in an alley,
the other in a field.

So he stapled their eyes open,
then he blinded them?

It's about power and control.

Maybe he didn't want them
to watch while he hurt 'em.

Or it could be about shame.

Perhaps the UnSub
is disfigured himself.

Blinding the victims
leaves them helpless, lost,

totally dependent.

Maybe a manifestation of how
he sees himself in this world.

It is a form of enucleation,
just without the scalpel.

His face is the last
they see before darkness.

Garcia, come up with
a list of jobs

that would give the UnSub
access to sulfuric acid.

The rest of us,
wheels up in 30 minutes.

And this is where
my brother lives now.

There you are, Cy.

I got your clothes.

Bought you some
shampoo and toothpaste.

See?

We're the perfect
American story.

Yeah, yeah, okay.
Turn that thing off.

Come on in. Come on.

Every story has a beginning,

but the part I like best...

is the end.

"If it is a miracle, any
sort of evidence will answer,

but if it is a fact,
proof is necessary. "

Mark Twain.

The victimology is very similar.

Blonde-haired, blue-eyed
teenage girls.

We believe they
were each abducted

near public
transportation stops.

When was this photo taken?

Beth was caught on
a bank surveillance camera

three hours before
she disappeared.

That's a recent photo of Abby.

So she wasn't found in the same
clothes she was abducted in.

ROSSl:
Maybe he changed them because

hers were burned by
the sulfuric acid.

It's possible.

Sulfuric acid can turn
human flesh into soap.

Garcia, any recent similar cases

- in the surrounding area?
Actually, yes.

Two months ago, a prostitute
and a runaway

were both found
raped and killed,

and they had stab wounds
to their eyes.

So maybe he practiced on
high-risk victims first.

And then advanced
to chemical enucleation.

Isn't that a rare paraphilia?

Well, the chemical part is.

It would exacerbate the pain.

Like Ed Kemper, he's probably
practicing on surrogates

before going after the real
object of his rage.

Dave, you and I will
talk to the parents,

Morgan and Prentiss,
go to the disposal sites.

JJ, you and Reid to
the abduction sites.

So, Beth got off the bus here

and headed northwest
toward class.

It's amazing no one
witnessed her abduction.

Emily was buried six feet under
and wound up in Paris,

so I guess anything
is possible, right?

So that is what this is about.

You know, maybe our UnSub's
a little bit like Bundy

and he feigned an injury
in order to get her to help him.

Spence, if you want to
talk about...

Maybe he tried another tactic.
and was like,

"Wow, you're really pretty.
You should be a model.

I can take your photo. "

I'll take that as a no.

Either one would disarm her.

Charm's quite the killer.

So are tears.
Whatever his ruse was,

the UnSub most likely used it
to get her into his vehicle.

Well, if Abby was last seen at
a bus stop a few miles away,

then he definitely has
means of transportation.

Hopefully, the disposal site
will tell us more.

So what do you have,
Detective Bonner?

Beth's body was found
over there.

Boy, you smell the urine?

Thought that was air freshener.

There's drugstore food
everywhere.

It's a homeless corridor.

Abby was found in
a shanty town as well.

So... our UnSub hunts and
travels through the areas

unnoticed, blending in
with his surroundings.

This guy's either
homeless, or appears to be.

He most likely has a car

to get them from
the abduction site to here.

Just because you're homeless
doesn't mean you're car-less.

Could explain why he chose
high-risk victims at first.

They were all around him.

He had her for two days?

I can't even imagine
what she went through.

Why did he blind her?

That's what we're
trying to figure out.

I know this is difficult, but...

I need you to look at the
clothes that Abby was wearing

when we found her.

Do you recognize them?

ROSSl:
Do you find anything odd

about Beth's clothing?

They're not Abby's.

You sure?

I saw her that morning.

She had on a brown
and pink sweater.

Beth wouldn't wear denim shorts.

They aren't her style.

You sure?

In addition to the blinding,
taking their clothes

further robs them
of their identity.

He's either keeping their
garments as souvenirs

or redressing the victims
as a forensic countermeasure.

Well, dressing them
in these outfits

could be part of the fantasy.

Where do homeless people
get their clothes?

Churches, thrift stores.

We need to rule
evertyhing out.

Vroom...

I'm a plane. I'm a plane!

You are now entering
Dallas International Airport.

Please hold onto
your floatation device

and fasten your seatbelt.

Cy, your stuff is right there.

Oh, minty fresh.

I like minty fresh.

Well, we keep buying
you toothbrushes,

but you clearly
aren't using them.

You know,
instead of crashing here

every now and again,
why don't you just move in?

I like to be free.

Uh, last night I had a date

with two hot twins.

Uh-huh, is that so?

Why don't you believe me?

Remember when he said he dated
Cyndi Lauper in high school?

I did! I did! I did!

How many times
do I have to tell you?

A million,
'cause you always lie.

Hey, guys.

- Hey, Uncle Cy.
- Hi.

Hey, Tammy, how was practice?

Uh, I hit two home runs.

Oh, whoo!

Thank you.

Hey, Mom, what's the deal
with my dress?

On your bed.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Where's she going?

Well, Homecoming's
tomorrow night.

I loved Homecoming.

Well, we'll be taking
pictures before she leaves.

Why don't you stop by?

Oh, and maybe I could tape it.

No, that's okay, Cy,
you don't have to.

Um, why not? It'll be fun.

Well, no, what would be fun

would be if you and I
took a break.

I see the doctor's working.

Yeah, counseling's
worth every penny.

Excuse me.

Do you know where
Church Street is?

Uh, you're on Church Street.

- I am?
- Uh-huh.

See, you're standing...

Just walk.

Shh, just walk, come on.

This way, come on.

Reid and JJ went
to the local thrift shop

and found Abby's clothes.

So he sold them.

Or traded them
for the '80s clothing.

The salesclerk said the clothes
in the crime scene photos were

of that time period,

and he confirmed that they were
purchased from his store.

So if he's getting rid
of his souvenirs

once he used them
to remember his victims...

Why is he fixated on
this era?

What do you got?

The brutality the victims
experienced was immense.

Multiple stab wounds to the neck

and chest,
plus wounds to the genitalia.

Frustration and overkill.

The same chemical damage on
the skin

is also around her nostrils.

He poured the sulfuric
acid there as well.

And that would destroy her
sense of smell, yes?

Absolutely.

He didn't do that
to the first victim.

No. He's escalating.

And blinding isn't
his only signature.

No, he's... trying to take away
their senses.

I... I like to hear them scream.

It reminds me
o- of the roller coaster.

I like roller coasters,
especially in the summertime.

Somebody please help me!

Somebody!

What?

You don't like the way
I taste?!

- No!
- Fine.

I can help you with that!

Somebody help me!

Somebody please help me!

No, no!

ROSSl: Again, he's disposing in
an area

frequented by homeless people.

This is equidistant
between the last two dump sites.

Well, he burned her tongue
with the chemical this time.

So he removed her ability
to taste.

Why would he do that?
- Historically, this type

of torture was used
to prevent someone

from revealing a secret.

Maybe she offended him.

Wonder what that's like.

ROSSl:
Her lips are extremely chapped.

She was probably forced

to repeatedly participate in
some sort of kissing fantasy.

And when things go awry,

he takes the
offending sense away.

He tortured her in
these clothes,

which mean the '80s are
essential to his delusion.

Maybe that's when
this rejection occurred,

and he held onto the
clothes all these years.

And now he's attacking girls
who remind him

of women from that time.

He's fixated on her type

and remakes them
to fit his fantasy.

But why start now?

Something probably triggered it.

Instead of dealing with it,
he's acting out.

We believe the UnSub
or unknown subject

that we're looking for is
a white male in his 40s.

This is someone who's reacting
to rejection by a woman

when he was teenager
in the 1980s.

He's punishing his victims for
their reactions to him

by taking away their senses
with sulfuric acid.

ROSSl: We believe our UnSub
could possibly work part-time

as a janitor or mechanic, which
would give him access

to this chemical.

And after studying
the disposal site,

we think it's likely
that he is homeless.

Now how do we typically react
toward the homeless?

We judge them by
their looks and their smells.

It's that same negative
reaction we believe

that a woman had toward
the UnSub

at some point in the '80s.

The UnSub's fixation on this
woman is now all-consuming.

It's caused him to develop
Obsessive Love Disorder.

He most likely has
tunnel vision and believes

that she holds the key
to his happiness.

He will stalk her in
an attempt to win her back.

He will do whatever it takes
to be near his love interest,

but her rejection will spiral
him into a depression.

Which would lead to rape
and murder of the surrogates

who represent her.

And it's only a matter of time
before this rage and anger

'causes the UnSub
to go after her directly.

Let's go, let's fight,
let's win tonight!

Let's go,
let's fight, let's win tonight!

- Let's go, let's fight...
- Lyla?

Let's win tonight!

You've got to be kidding!

Give me a break, Cy.

Leave me alone, Matt!

Tammy?

I'm home!

Spence, look, we've got
to talk about this.

What do you mean, talk about it?

I get it, okay?
You're disappointed

with the way we handled Emily.

Well, I have a lot going on,
all right?

You know what I think it is?
What?

You're mad that Hotch and I
controlled our micro expressions

at the hospital, and you weren't
able to detect our deception.

You think this is about
my profiling skills?

Jennifer, listen, the only
reason you were able

to manage my perceptions is
because I trusted you.

I came to your house
for ten weeks in a row

crying over losing a friend,
and not once did you have

the decency
to tell me the truth.

I couldn't.

You couldn't, or you wouldn't?

No, I couldn't.

What if I started taking
Dilaudid again,

would you have let me?

You didn't.

I thought about it.

Spence...

I'm sorry.

It's too late, all right?

Reid?

Oh, you know, Cy, why don't you
just crash here?

I may for a bit.

If Mom and Dad were alive,
they'd make you.

You've gotta try and have
a nice life.

I have a nice life.

When things get bad, I go out on
a ship made of clay.

Of clay, Cy?

Last night I took another girl
out on it.

Yeah? When can we meet her?

Never.

She's dead to me.

What do you think?

I lightened my hair in
your honor, Mom.

Oh, my, you look beautiful.

Where's the camera?

- You look just like
your mom did in high school.

That's 'cause I'm wearing
the same dress.

Mom cut it shorter.

So can I stay out till 2:00?

Yeah, nice try.

You can go to the dance, and
then the party at the motel,

but Debbie's mom's
picking you up at midnight.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Have fun.

Thank you.

Would have had to have been
a woman very close

to the UnSub to make him
react this way.

Then why go after surrogates?

I don't think we're dealing
with a typical homeless person.

He's good
with chemicals, owns a car.

I think the only mistake
in our profile

was assuming there
was something wrong

with his physical composition.

Reducing him to some
sort of stereotype.

You think it's only
his mental state?

I think this guy might be smart
enough to use his disability

to his advantage
so he comes across

- as harmless.
- But then when he's alone

and the victim rejects him,
he goes off.

What if he doesn't live
on the street?

What if he's
in a halfway house?

Garcia, I need a list
of halfway houses

and mental health centers
in the UnSub's comfort zone.

Okay.

Five are being sent
to your phones.

Which of those were
around in the '80s, Garcia?

There are two in your area.

Morgan and Prentiss
take the first.

Dave and I'll take the second.

What about us?

Stay here and check VICAP
for similar MOs and signatures.

Reid.

If you want to be mad
at someone, be mad at me.

I can't; I didn't come to your
house crying for ten weeks.

I've worked here over 15 years.

There are many people
who fit that description.

This guy would be mobile,
probably early 40s.

Well, if he's got a car,

then he's transitioned out
in the last few years.

State budget cuts.

All right, we'll need
a list of those names.

Ain't gonna be small.

Hey, Morgan?

- Hmm?
What do I do about Reid?

Emily, there's a lot about you
being back that's unresolved.

Are you pissed at me, too?

Come on, now.

How can I be?

You're here.

Thank you.

Because I know
what you went through.

Grief counseling,
you carried my coffin.

Yeah, I sure did.

What was in that thing, anyway?

Here you go.

Thank you very much.

Look...

just give Reid some time.

He'll be fine.

Thanks.

Yeah, Hotch, it's me, Morgan.

Listen, 19 people entered
this house in the '80s

and were let out
in the last five years.

We've got 11

from the one we visited.

Send your names to Garcia;
have her cross-check them

against jobs
that use sulfuric acid.

All right, we'll start reaching
out to the extended families.

Okay.

How's Reid?

He's angry and frustrated.

I'm surprised everybody isn't.

Ah, some of us had an inkling.

What? I'm good at what I do.

So, are you gonna get, uh,
psychological counseling

for the team,
or handle it internally?

No, I think that
if we all just got together,

maybe a cooking lesson at

- the home of one of our
founders... -Oh, not you, too.

...could boost morale.

Is this an order?

No, it's just a...

It's a very tempered suggestion.

Yeah. Tempered suggestion.

Hey, you all right?

Uh, yeah.

Thanks, Debbie, I just...

I just need a minute.

Tammy?

Uncle Cy?

What are... what are
you doing here?

I- I-I was just going
to buy some... some beer.

You okay?

No.

Maybe I should take you home.

I don't want to get
in trouble with Mom and Dad.

YYou won't.

I- I'll take care of you.

Okay.

So we interviewed
the 19 people released

from the group home;
none of them fit the profile.

And Dave's still trying
to locate the families.

Tammy Bradstone's parents

just filed a report.

Their daughter didn't return
from Homecoming last night.

Her face is similar
to our three vics.

- She's about the same age.
Well, the after party

where she was last seen
is smack in the comfort zone.

Where are her parents now?

They're at the house.

We're bringing her friends
in for questioning.

All right, you head over there.
We'll start the interviews here.

I- I see on the news on the TV

people question.

They-They-They question
why-why people do this.

It's the same reason
people do anything, 'cause...

'Cause they feel like it.

They-They like the way it feels.

When I was a kid,
my dog, Poppy,

running across the grass.

When I hit her,

I liked that feeling.

That has not changed.

Somebody help me!

Uncle Cy?

What's happening?

What did you do to me?

ROSSl: So, kids spill out
of the motel toward the cars.

If Tammy walked this way,

how could she disappear
without anyone seeing her?

Someone would have heard
her scream.

That's if she screamed.

Unlike the last
three abduction sites,

this one's nowhere near
public transportation.

Maybe she knew the UnSub.

Or thought she did.

What if... what if Tammy

was the target all along?

That would explain
the change in the MO.

So, whoever did this
knew she was coming here.

Hi, hi, hi.

Hey, baby girl.
I need you

to work that magic for me.

Anything, my sweetest.

I just opened up
Tammy Bradstone's computer.

I want you to check
her e-mails, Web searches

and anyone she may have Skyped.

Okay, typing

at the speed of thought.

Thanks, mama.

Are you gonna find my sister?

We're gonna try, little man.

Listen, um,

did your sister
dye her hair recently?

Yeah.

To look nice
for the Homecoming dance.

She was even gonna wear

the same dress my mom did.

Are you sure that Tammy

hasn't been behaving
differently lately?

She's 16, so she's
pretty closed off.

Your daughter seems to cherish
hanging out in groups.

So there's no way she would
run off with someone

unless she knew them.

What about her computer?
- Nothing out of the ordinary.

And Hotch cleared the boyfriend.

Do you know anyone who

is transient or mentally ill?

Uh, yeah, my brother.

Um, he didn't get
enough oxygen to his brain

- when he was born.
What's his name?

Cy Bradstone.

On the halfway house list,

all I got was a Ben Bradstone.

Oh, no, yeah, uh,
that's his real name.

Cy's the name he made up.

Where does he live?

Well, he crashes here
from time to time,

but he's basically homeless.

His frontal lobe damage

is one of the indicators
of serial killers.

Cy isn't a serial killer.

He wouldn't hurt anybody,
especially not my daughter.

Come on.

Come on!

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

Just a little bit further.

I want to tell you a story.

Has Cy ever acted
inappropriately toward Tammy?

No, I wouldn't let him
in here if he had.

Okay, so he sleeps here

sometimes, and his head
is on this side.

That puts the TV
out of his sight.

Yeah, and since when
is that a crime?

It just gives him a full view
of the kitchen.

- Does Tammy cook for him?
No.

Lyla does.

Ma'am...

what's your relationship
with Cy?

I've known him
since tenth grade.

That was 1985.

He makes you
uncomfortable, doesn't he?

Did you have blonde hair
in high school?

Yes. What are you getting at?
- Sir,

your daughter just dyed
her hair blonde.

You allowed her
to wear your dress.

I'm just thinking it may have
triggered something for Cy.

What happened with you and Cy

that made him so angry?

Honey, what is it?

When I was 16,

my friends and I went
to a party after Homecoming.

Everyone had been drinking.

Damn, I'm seeing stars.

Let's play spin the bottle.

When it was your mom's turn,

she spun it,
and it landed on me.

You should have seen her face.

She... she lit up

like-like a Lite Bright.

I didn't know what to do.

My friends laughed,
but I didn't want to be mean,

so I...

went in the closet with him.

And what happened next?

I let him feel me up.

How did he behave after that?

He started following me
around at school.

Then one day he overheard me

tell a friend how gross
I thought he was.

How he talked, how he smelled?

Why didn't you tell me this?

I was 16.

We had just started dating.

Does Cy know about your recent
marital problems?

Yeah, I...
I told him a couple months ago.

And then he probably
started making advances

toward you,
which you had to reject.

That's what triggered
the killings.

I did this?

No, no, ma'am.

The events did.

Does Cy have a part-time job?

Yeah, he-he works
at a couple garages.

One on Drake,
the other on Fourth.

That explains the sulfuric acid.

We'll need those addresses.

Okay, excuse me.

Okay, so as long
as Tammy doesn't do anything

to antagonize him,
we might have a chance.

Oh, my God.

It's you.

You're the one
that my mom told me about.

Yeah? Yes.

You took advantage of her
when she was drunk at a party.

No, that...

That's-that's not true.

Yeah, it is.

That's probably why
she won't touch you now.

That-that's why
she won't touch me?

Yeah.

'Cause you forced
yourself on her.

No!

You shouldn't
have done that, Tammy.

You should have kept
your mouth shut.

You won't get away
with this, Uncle Cy.

They'll find you.

They can't find me, Tammy.

They're not looking for me.

When Cy comes to the house,

he gets out of the car,

and he goes to the door.

Yeah.

How do you know he's here?

I can hear his truck.

So, then you head

- to the front door.
- Yes.

There you are, Cy.

When you open it,
what do you smell?

He smells

musty, like he needs
to take a shower.

Are you sure
that's all you smell?

I smell chemicals.

He smells like chemicals.

What does he do next?

He crushes a cup

and-and puts it in his bag.

Where is it from?
Is there a name

on the cup?

It's a soda from a coffee shop.

The Way Station.

It's down the street.

Okay, he probably stops there
every time he comes here.

What days would those be?

Monday, Wednesday and Friday,
sometimes Saturday.

Which means he'd
be coming today.

I need you

to leave a message
for him there.

I'm going to go get us
something to eat.

Don't worry, Tammy.

There are other sports to play.

- Any luck?
- He hasn't been to either

of the mechanic shops
in the past two months.

But the one on Fourth said

a bunch of car batteries
had gone missing.

What...?

Yeah?

Morgan, it's from a payphone
near a coffee shop.

It's him.

Okay, go ahead.

Just like we talked about.

Hello?

Hi, it's Cy.

Paulie said you were
looking for me.

Lyla? What's wrong, Lyla?

Matt got arrested.

What?

WhWhat are you talking about?

They think that he hurt Tammy.

Oh, God, Cy.

I need you.

Shh, don't... don't cry.

Lyla, don't-don't cry.

Evertyhing's gonna be all right.

I just, um...

I need you to, um,

come over here and I just...

I need you to talk.

I need you to hold me.

You... You do?

Yes, Cy.

Hurry, I have no one else
to turn to.

I'll be there, Lyla.

I'll be there!

He's coming.

You and Prentiss stay with them.

Morgan and I'll get the front.

Lyla!

Lyla!

Shh...

Shh, shh, shh.

It's gonna be okay.

Shh, shh.
It's gonna be okay.

Cy Bradstone!

FBl. Put your hands
where I can see 'em!

Let me see your hands.

- Lyla?
- On your knees now!

How could you do this to me?!

Get up.

How could you do this to me?!

Stop moving. Stop it!

We need to know
where Tammy is, Cy.

We've looked in your car.

There's no sign of her.

We know
this isn't about Tammy.

This is about your love
for Lyla.

Lyla?

Lie... la.

You and Lyla had

a pretty good secret
all these years.

How'd she get you
to shut up about it?

One time.

That's all I needed.

Is that where you, uh,
did it, Cy?

Is that the same place
you took Tammy?

We know when you saw her

in that dress,
it made you think of Lyla.

Tammy's not the one
you want to hurt, Cy.

Lyla's the one
that should be punished.

She's the one
who made you feel like a freak.

ROSSl:
A reject, a weirdo.

Tell us where Tammy is, Cy,
and we can be done.

Done?

Finished.

Finished?

Well, I can... I can do that.

Under one condition.

Where's Tammy, Cy?

Hey!

What did you do
with my daughter?

Lyla was an angel,

like... like a prize
in the Cracker Jack box.

When she would come in...
into the room,

my-my heart would...
would race.

When I saw Tammy
in-in that dress,

it took me back there.

Cy...

just tell me where she is.

I took her.

We did things.

Evertyhing was going good un...

un-until she said those words.

What did she say, Cy?

She said...

She said the-the reason
her mother always backs up

when I came over

was because she didn't want
to feel me touching her!

So guess what I did, Matt.
You guess!

What did you do, Cy?

I made it
so she couldn't feel, either.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

And she screamed so loud.

But no one could hear her.

Where do you have her?

The same place
I told him about my love.

Guess who I went
to second base with?

Who, Cy?
- Lyla Smith.

Bull!

Get back here!

Why don't you believe me?

'Cause you lie.

You never told me that.

Yes, I did! Yes, I did!
Yes, I did!

But you thought I was lying,
and then you married my girl!

So this is what you do, Cy?!

Why didn't you just hurt me?

And take away your senses, Matt?

The last one is hearing.

If I did that,

you wouldn't be able to listen
to what I did to her.

You son of a bitch,
you taped it.

- No, no, no.
You taped my daughter?!

You son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch?
You son of a bitch!

Clear.

She's got a pulse.
I need a medic in here!

Oh, geez.

Scott Adams wrote-

"Nothing inspires forgiveness
quite like revenge. "

So, the surgeon said he believes

he can restore feeling
to Tammy's hands.

Good. We got there in time.

I heard Mr. Bradstone wants
to watch the tape.

People have an innate curiosity

to see things
in order to confirm them.

Well, that explains why I'm
going to Rossi's tomorrow night.

I want to see
if he really can cook.

You coming?

I don't know.
I'm not so sure I can make it.

Look, Reid,

I know you're mad at us

because we didn't tell you
what really happened, and...

I understand that.

But I promise you,

we had no choice.

You mourned the loss
of a friend.

I mourned the loss of six.

This whole thing
gave me an ulcer.

Please, don't give me
another one.

Are you gonna go
to Rossi's tomorrow?

We'll see.

Now, Matt,

you might not want
to watch this,

but this is what I am going
to do to your daughter.

But what I did with your wife-

now that's a tape
you should see.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh...

Cooking

is the most sensual art form.

And these are my paints.

So your hands must be brushes.

Don't interrupt.

In a pot of boiling water,
we cook our

spaghetti until it's al dente-
firm to the tooth. Here you go.

Everybody, pass it around
so you feel the texture.

There we go. Okay.

Now,

in a large pan,
we fry up our pancetta,

keeping a sharp eye
that the edges are crisp.

But careful not to burn
the onions.

Bravo, Aaron.

We saut? until translucence.

Uh, I got it.

Grazie mille.

Ah, ah, ah!

# Mambo Italiano...#

Now...

We mix in the eggs.

# Mambo Italiano...#

The Parmesan.

The spaghett and parsley.

You see, it's all about timing
and rhythm.

And if you don't feel yourself
doing it properly,

please...

...order a pizza.

Sorry I'm late.

Yeah. And this is why
I cook alone.

So, uh,

when do we get
to drink the wine?

Almost there. Okay.

I start at the beginning.
You eat what you cook.

I'll supervise,

but we're gonna do this
all together, just

like... a family.

Okay now?

- # Mambo, Mambo Italiano...#
- Now.

Salute!

Salute!

# Mambo Italiano, ho, ho, ho?

# You mixed-up Siciliano...?

I'm reaching.
Whoa!

All right.

# When you Mambo Italiano...? #