Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 7, Episode 4 - Painless - full transcript

10 years ago Randy Slade

entered North Valley High School
with a gun and a bomb.

This weekend, the school
will try to memorialize

those 13 students that were
slain at Slade's hands.

The events will culminate
with a candlelight vigil

in memory of the
North Valley High massacre.

Principal Doug Givens
will read a--

Aah! Uhh!

Please...

Please don't do this.

Don't do this.



Can you look me
in the eye?

Good-bye,
Principal Givens.

Don't leave me.

You can't leave me!

What--

No.

No!

Here are Jack's
standardized test scores.

Jack tells me
you read together

every night you're home.

We just finished

"Charlie and the Chocolate
Factory Last Night."

I wish you could work
with all of my kids.

So he's reading
at a fourth-grade level.



Mm-hmm. As you can see,

his scores are high
across the board.

But he seems to be holding
back in the classroom.

Why do you think that is?

Has he ever mentioned
a classmate named Paul?

- Paul Cain?
- Mm-hmm.

Yes, he's been over.
He's a friend of Jack's.

Well, Paul is being
mean to Jack for some reason.

How long has that
been going on?

A few weeks.

Jack's just his latest
target.

We've moved Jack
away from Paul,

and we're documenting
everything, of course.

Well, Jack says that things are
going very well at school,

so the steps you're
taking must be working.

Thank you.

Sure.

Thank you so much.

Does anyone remember
this picture?

Hotch and I were there.

That's principal Doug Givens.

We had to drag him to safety.

High school bombing
in Boise, right?

School shooter
and school bomber.

A kid named Randy Slade
shot 3 students

and then set off an I.E.D.
in the cafeteria via cell phone,

killing himself and 13 kids total,
but not before

posting all of his plans
online.

It was one of those
"Where were you?" events.

My whole campus
was glued to the tv.

Last night, Principal Givens
was killed by a bomb

modeled exactly like
the old one.

It feels like the unsub
wants to attack the man

who kept the school together
after the bombing.

It's a pretty symbolic
target.

And this week is the 10th
anniversary of the massacre.

And today is the first
day of a 4-day event

to commemorate
the bombing at the school.

Except commemorating
it isn't enough for this unsub.

No. He wants to relive it.

♪ Criminal Minds 7x04 ♪
Painless
Original Air Date on October 12, 2011.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

"You may leave school,
but it never leaves you."

Andy Partridge.

Perpetrators
of school violence

are often sophisticated
with their weapons.

Randy Slade carried his bomb
in his backpack.

This guy hid his
in Givens' clock radio.

Yeah, and progressive.

Each one tries to top the body
count of the one previous.

And they're loners by default,
not by choice.

They try to join various social
groups, but they get shut out.

Randy Slade wasn't a loner
at all.

The family cooperated
fully with us.

He was a high-functioning
psychopath,

straight-A student,
varsity wrestler,

lots of girlfriends.

With an above-average
intelligence that made him

incredibly resourceful.

His explosive of choice
was Semtex.

It's found at demolition sites,
but it's held under lock and key.

Which made us consider
the possibility of a partner.

Never found one.

Slade was too much of
a narcissist to share credit.

But he was also
an impulsive teen,

which is what bothers me
about this unsub.

His sense of control?

And the end game
that he's working toward.

Slade's pathology
revolved around the big kill.

This unsub
could have done the same

if he'd waited
for the candlelight vigil.

Which means there's no
blaze of glory fantasy here.

This unsub has
more bombs made,

and he's savoring the
anticipation of his next attack.

Boise Police Department.

Agent Hotchner.

Chief.

Dave.

Sorry to meet again
under these circumstances.

Took your advice
and shut down the school.

Was gonna cancel
the memorial, too,

but some of the alums

said they'd go through
with it anyway.

Did you get the student
files to our technical analyst?

Good. We'll start
with criminal records.

What'd you find, Garcia?

A blast from your past,
I believe.

Does the name Brandon Slade
ring a bell?

Yeah, the bomber's
younger brother.

Sweet kid.

He couldn't give us much
back then.

Most 7-year-olds don't.

They do, however, grow up
to become seniors

who attend the same
high school.

Thanks, Garcia.

I thought the Slades
we're gonna leave Boise.

They tried,
but the network interviews

made them
nationwide pariahs.

Did you question Brandon
about last night?

He said he was watching
pirated movies.

His mom backs him up.

So does his laptop.

We'll need to talk to him.

Ok.

So the unsub
has to be

tied to the school
somehow, right?

Current student, alumni,

family member
who lost someone?

It could be Slade groupie
celebrating his hero.

He taped nails to the exterior
of the bomb,

specifically
to rip open flesh.

That's a sadistic detail
of Slade's the unsub copied.

Except he tricked Givens
into blowing himself up.

A groupie probably
wouldn't show

that much self-control.

But someone with an ax to grind
against the principal would.

Maybe he's a surrogate
for the tormenters in high school

he can't punish.

Who were yours?

I don't even remember.

You don't even remember?

Wait, were you
one of the mean girls?

No.

Valedictorian,
soccer scholarship,

corn-fed, but still
a size zero.

I think that you might
have been a mean girl.

I was actually
one of the nice girls,

even to guys like you.

Guys like me? I'll have you know
that my social standing

increased once I started
winning at basketball.

Oh, yeah,
you played basketball?

I didn't play.
I coached basketball.

I broke down the opposing team's
shooting strategy.

Is that why Morgan kicked you out
of the pool last week?

Yeah. It took him 3 rounds
to realize I was hustling him.

Huh.

Well, it looks like we're not the
only ones interested in Brandon.

It's gonna make it a lot harder
for us to talk our way in.

Unless we use it
to our advantage.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm SSA David Rossi
of the FBI.

That's R-O-S-S-I.

So if anyone has any questions,
you're free to ask them now.

Does this have anything
to do with Brandon Slade?

Mrs. Slade?

I'm special Agent Emily Prentiss
with the FBI. This is--

Go through my lawyer.

Martha, we can do that.
We'll just have to come back later.

Agent Hotchner.

- How are you?
- What do you want?

To catch the man
who killed Principal Givens.

Well, then go catch him.
But it wasn't my son.

Let us prove that
for you.

Once we rule him out, we can
get these people off your lawn.

Martha, you can observe.
You can stop us and call

your lawyer
whenever you want.

Agent Rossi was always
very nice to Brandon.

Let him do it.

It's unlikely...

Dave.

All right, feel free
to call me

if you have any other
background questions.

My phone number
is 702-555-0103.

And what's your name, sir?

It's Dr. Spencer Reid.
R-E-I-d.

You know, there's
a sniper right be--ooh!

Never mind.

When did you become
a gamer, old man?

Oh, a while back.
After this kid told me

how much he loved playing
with his big brother.

Will you sign this
for me?

First edition. I'm touched.

You're a good writer.

So are you.

I read one of your
AP English essays.

"The futility of Jay Gatsby
and the green light."

Where'd you get that?

Well, I was curious
as to, uh,

what kind of kid
you grew up to be.

Apparently a smart one.

But that didn't stop you
from getting beaten up

on a regular basis.

You know how it is
with fans.

I mean, you bang yours,
mine kick my ass.

And, uh, Principal Givens,
he couldn't stop that, could he?

That must have really
ticked you off.

Listen, I already
told the police, ok,

I was watching movies
on my computer.

Well, just because
you downloaded them

doesn't mean you sat here
and watched them.

You were cool
10 years ago.

So were you.

When did Harry leave?

About 5 years ago.

He got his fresh start,

and I got the underwater
mortgage.

Is that why Brandon ended up
in North Valley?

I did my best.

But I know my son.

He wouldn't have
done this.

Just want to see if you took
after your big brother.

You know what, dude?
I did it, all right?

So go ahead, cuff me.

Actually, dude,
I don't think

you're mean enough
to have done it.

But tell me the truth.

You're happy that Principal Givens
is dead, aren't you?

Yes, I'm happy.
It's what Randy wanted.

Well, Randy wanted
the whole school dead.

Yeah.

Right.

Whoa. Am I missing
something here, Brandon?

No, you got it
all figured out.

Well, did Randy have
some sort of agenda?

Did he target specific people
inside of the school?

Everybody knew who he wanted
to take out.

We didn't. We couldn't find
any logic to his actions.

So how do you know? Huh?

Did he tell you?

Did a 17-year-old
confide in a 7-year-old?

Did you find something?

He had a list, didn't he?

I want my lawyer.

If he still has the list,
it's somewhere in that room.

Martha, do you know
anything about this?

I can have a search warrant
in an hour.

Mom--
no.

Tear it apart.

No--no, mom, please!

Louie, oh, my God.

Hey.

Chelsea.

Get in here.

I thought this was
too lame for you.

No, are you kidding?
I wouldn't miss it.

Oh.

I heard about Principal Givens
when my flight landed.

How you holding up?

Better, now that I'm on
the next flight out of here.

Are you kidding?
You can't leave.

I already survived
one psychopath.

I'm not about
to stare down another.

Yeah, but people need you
right now.

You need to show them
that we're not afraid

of guys like Randy Slade.

Yeah, well, I am afraid
of guys like Randy Slade.

And I'm sick of hearing
what people want.

People who weren't
in the cafeteria.

People like you.

Just...

Please, go.

Ok?

Please,

Lewis, you're not gonna
change my mind.

Yeah, bookshelf is clean.

I love dating readers,
hate profiling them.

"Catcher in the Rye,"
"Atlas Shrugged."

These are all titles that a
teenage kid would obsess over,

but Randy made that list
when Brandon was just a kid.

You're right. So, however
Brandon got his hands on that list,

he would have hid it in something
a 7-year-old would read.

Hotch! We found it.

Principal Givens
is on this list.

You're on speaker, JJ.

So we might have another one.

Might?

One of the North Valley alumni
was killed in her motel room.

No bomb or gun this time.
Looks like he used his bare hands.

You got a name?

Chelsea Grant.

She's on the list.

The unsub crushed
Chelsea's throat

so she couldn't scream,
then he pulverized her ribs,

sending fragments of bone
into her heart.

Principal Givens was high-profile.
Chelsea wasn't.

Right now the only thing connecting
them is they're both on the kill list.

A list that Brandon kept
secret for 10 years.

But he was in custody
when this happened.

The question is,
how did the unsub

get the exact same list?

We ruled out a partner,
but not conclusively.

Slade made every part
of his plan public.

It doesn't make sense
that he would hide a partner.

He didn't want
to share the credit.

And this weekend is the partner's
best chance to claim it.

Partners of dominant psychopaths
are usually submissive,

but that doesn't mean that
they can't be intelligent

or that they're
physically weak.

This unsub laid low
after the bombing

and successfully
evaded police and FBI.

That took cunning
and patience,

which he's exhibiting now
with his current murders.

We think he fits the loner
profile Slade debunked.

He grew up
in an abusive home,

which kept him from forming the
normal social bonds in high school.

We interviewed all the outcasts
from back then.

How did this guy
slip through?

Even outcasts eventually
form friendships.

But this unsub was the outcast
the outcasts rejected.

He won't stand out
in any capacity,

and as a matter of fact,
most of his fellow students

probably won't even remember
graduating with him.

And that invisibility is what
made him attractive to Slade.

This partner wouldn't
steal the spotlight.

Slade turned to the cafeteria
because most of the names on his list

ate there together
during fifth period.

So his hatred festered
when the names on the list

emerged from the cafeteria
as media heroes.

And now he wants to finish
the job that Randy started.

Emotionally, this weekend is
more a high school reunion

to him than a memorial.

We go to reunions to show
who we grew up to be.

Often that means changing
everything about who we were.

Consciously or not,
Randy Slade revealed clues

as to his partner's identity
when he detonated his bomb.

Agent Prentiss will be conducting
cognitive interviews

to see what the survivors
might remember.

You want us to walk through
what happened that day?

Didn't we do that
when we were seniors?

Yes, but there may be
some details that

you didn't think were
important at the time

that could help us now,

things that could help us
learn about the partner.

Randy made us all
lie face-down.

I didn't see anything.

None of us did.

Well, that's not true.

Jerry did. He's the guy
Randy made lock the doors.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

The interviews
we're going to conduct

won't focus on what you saw,
but what you felt.

You want me to tell you
how I felt

licking the tile
in the cafeteria?

Thanks, I do that
at therapy twice a week.

How about how I feel now,
seeing my name on a list

of people who should be dead?

The Boise police have offered
everyone on this list

a protective detail.

Like that would have
done Chelsea any good.

She was killed
in her hotel room.

Jerry's not on the list.

Let him help you. I'm out.

Ever get volunteered
for a job you don't want?

So, as you can see
from your board there,

this kill list is weirdly similar
to high school.

Group one is like
the popular kids--

prom court, football team,
Dean's list.

The Heathers, if you will.

Kids in Slade's social circle.

What about number two?

Uh, mm-hmm,
that would be the kids

from the other side
of the tracks,

180-degree difference, kids this
close to getting kicked out--

stoners, burnouts, mental cases.

Chelsea Grant is on this list.

Maybe Slade targeted them
because they disgusted him?

But they didn't threaten
Slade's sense of superiority.

He wouldn't have even cared
about them.

All right, well, maybe the
partner put them on the list.

They'd be closer to his
social status than Slade's.

Why would the--

I'm so sorry.

Why would the unsub list
kids that he fit in with?

Apparently that's how
this clique worked.

The kids in it were meaner to each
other than kids on the outside.

Garcia, separate out
all the kids who got

into trouble regularly.

Then eliminate the names that
the partner put on the list.

Now, who's left that
came to the memorial?

Right. Whoever made the list
wouldn't put their name on it.

Uh...

Sir, I think--

I think I've got him.

Lewis Ramsey.

FBI.

Put the drink down.
You're coming with us.

Thanks for doing this.

So, I have some crime scene
photos from the day

if you'd like
to take a look.

I don't need them.

Ok.

It was 12:50.

Lunch had just started.

It was Thursday.

When did you first
notice Randy?

He came in
talking on his cell.

Did you hear
the conversation?

He was talking to his mom.

But that's not what
I noticed first.

What did you notice?

The gun in his hand.

Natalie Gallo,
she was the first.

She never even saw it.

Someone asked him
what he was doing and he...

What are you doing?

Turned and shot him
in the chest.

So, uh...Nobody
said anything after that.

That was when he ordered you
to lock the doors, right?

Jerry, let's go.
Lock the doors.

And then he started
playing the game.

Yeah.

Randy went table to table.

He was ranting.

What did he say?

I am God.

Now, who's brave enough
to look God in the eye?

How about you, Brad?

Hmm?
Huh?

Can you look me in the eye?

When kids didn't,
he shot them.

No?

Allison.

Protect us
in our hour...

Allison, stop praying.

Never mind.

He walked up next to me.

How about you?

We were never close, but...

Hmm?

We were always cool.

I don't know what
made me think I could do it.

But I did.

I looked him in the eye.

Poof.

You're not even worth
a bullet.

He walked to his backpack...

Pulled out the bomb...

And he walked
right over there...

He said...

I...Am...God!

And like that,
10 kids were gone.

Those reporters always
asked me about that.

Why did he detonate so early?

I still don't know.

Now, let's go back
for a second.

Randy was pointing
the gun at you.

Did you see the cell phone
in his hand?

Yeah.

What was on it?

I--I don't know.

It was the detonator.

All I saw
was the black casing.

The black cell phone?

Are you sure?

Yeah. Why?

The gray cell phone
was the detonator.

The black cell was the one
he'd talked to his mother on.

Uh, that's what I meant.

The gray one.

It's just a mistake.
Sorry.

I'm telling you,
I didn't kill her.

Then how do you explain your
fingerprints in her room?

Ok, I saw her last
night, but I wouldn't...

She's my friend.

You're very convincing,
Lewis.

But you were convincing
10 years ago, too.

So what was your excuse
for not being in the cafeteria?

Oh, yeah. You were blazing up
in the back parking lot, right?

That wasn't an excuse.
It was the truth.

Yeah, of course it was.

It also allowed you
to pose as a loser.

The very type
you wanted to kill.

You know how we know?

You wrote it down.

"All the losers
in this godforsaken school."

I didn't write that one.

But you did type up
the rest of the list.

Yes.

Lewis, we know how guys
like Randy make friends.

They build up rapport
through secrecy.

Only the two of you
are smart enough

to see through the CS
of high school, right?

And it felt so good
doing whatever Randy said

and not have to tell
anybody about it.

Make me a list of kids
we should kill.

Sure, Randy.

Get me a pound of Semtex

from your dad's
construction site.

Whatever you say, Randy.

But I never thought
that he would--

He would use you?

You were mad
that he actually did it.

But you were also mad
that he left you behind.

That's not true.

Then why come back?

What does a loser
like you

have to gain by seeing all
the kids that he hated so much?

I came this close to flushing
two years of sobriety

down the toilet tonight.

Not just because
Chelsea died,

but because I knew
that they were gonna

cancel that ceremony.

See, tomorrow night

I was gonna tell people
what I did.

And I knew that
I would be arrested

as an accomplice.

I knew it, but...

I had to.

This is my final
amends.

You buy it?

He fits the profile,
and the evidence points to him,

but he seems sincere.

He's not the unsub.
He was the partner,

but look at how Slade added
"all the LoSeRs in this

Godforsaken school."

This capitalization
isn't an accident. Look.

L-S-R--

Lewis Stuart Ramsey.

So Slade named
his own partner.

Ironically, Lewis' marijuana
conviction saved his life.

Well, that puts us back
to our original problem.

If the unsub
isn't the partner,

how did he get
his hands on a list

that Slade and Lewis
kept to themselves?

The only answer is that part of
the profile is wrong.

The unsub's vendetta
has nothing to do with the list.

Did you get anything
from Jerry Holtz?

Only that he mixed up
the cell phones that Slade used.

It felt like he was
making the story up,

but I only had a hunch.

We need to find him now.
There's a connection

to the victimology
that we're missing.

Whatever he's holding
back might be the key.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Boo.

Ohh!

Oh! Ohh!

Can you look me
in the eye, Jerry?

Huh?!

Look at me!

Look at me!
Look at me!

Look at me!

I didn't know!

I didn't know.

That's the point.

They're gonna find out.

Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!

Jerry Holtz?

How long?

Less than an hour.

Security guard
heard the commotion,

but the unsub
was already gone.

The only people who knew we were
doing the cognitive interviews

were the other survivors.
The unsub must be part of that group.

Well, we don't know that
for a fact.

He could have been
lying in wait.

Look, Hotch wants me
to go through the victims' lives

and find the overlap. We can
compare their histories with the unsub's.

Well, what else
do we have to go on?

Spence said the unsub
would have broken his hand

beating Chelsea to death.
Did you notice anyone

with a cast on their hand,
someone who seemed hurt?

No.

I might know why.

This unsub
doesn't feel pain.

There's a medical condition
called pain asymbolia,

where patients register
harmful stimuli

without being bothered by it.
They've been documented

holding their hand
over an open flame

because their brain
doesn't send pain signals

to the central nervous system.

Sounds pretty rare.
You sure the unsub has it?

The crime scenes prove it.

This unsub displayed
an unusual level

of savagery
towards his victims.

And consider this--

he smashed through
a glass display case,

but there were not cuts
on Jerry. That means

he most likely punched
through it as a show of force.

Now, the only way
the human body could

withstand that level of pain

is if he couldn't feel it
at all.

It must take a major toll

on someone's emotional
development.

A significant contributor
to our sense of empathy

is the way we personally
experience pain.

And the unsub didn't develop
his sense of empathy

because it was cut off.

Does every person
with asymbolia have this?

Actually, most feel
empathy just fine,

which makes me think the rest
of our profile is still accurate.

Loner, invisible,

Outcast, boiling rage--

son of a bitch!

Hi! This is Dr. Spencer Reid.
I actually can come to the phone

right now with a very special
message that your mother is--

Reid.

Sorry. I'm really sorry.

I don't know what got into me.
Where were we?

I'm going to have
Garcia check medical records.

What causes asymbolia?

S-s-severe trauma produces
lesions in the insular cortex,

usually after a stroke.
But this unsub's so young,

it's most likely caused by
an external factor.

Like a bomb going off
next to him?

Yeah, a bomb going off
next to him.

I will crush you.

- What?
- What?

It's so weird
seeing yearbooks again.

A friend of mine who teaches
said that Facebook

is making them obsolete.

I'm having serious flashbacks
going through these senior BIOS.

Four years of accomplishments
boiled down to one paragraph.

Hey, did your school have
anything called "top 10"?

Mm, no. Is it
an academic thing?

No, I don't think so.

Only 10 of the survivors
listed it,

including Jerry and Chelsea,

and neither one of them
were valedictorian material.

Ok, so...What are we
looking at here?

Well, maybe it's a clique
inside a clique.

Yeah, but it's jocks,
nerds, theater geeks.

Nothing that would bring
these kids together.

Except...

What?

I know what the top 10 is.

Hey, Tiffany.

Where you going?

Uh, there's gonna be
a get-together

for the survivors.

Didn't you hear?
They canceled the vigil.

I know.

That's why some of us
are getting together

at the Seven Stars
Restaurant later.

Great. I'll join you.

I would love that,

but it's kind of
a top 10 thing.

Well, top 8 now.

Oh.

You understand, right?

Totally.

Tell everyone I say hi.

Ok.

- Recognize the top 10?
- No.

They were the students

that went in front of the
cameras after the bombing.

I thought all the surviving
students were interviewed.

After the initial
aftermath, yes,

but these are the kids
that went on talk shows,

traveled to other schools.

My guess is that they didn't
self-select who made the cut.

Principal Givens did.

That's why the unsub
killed him first.

He was an outcast
who wanted to fit in.

Being a survivor should have
been his golden ticket.

But he was excluded again,
and that's why he's killing them.

Yeah. The rules of
high school never changed,

not even after a tragedy.

Go ahead, Garcia.

Hey, listen up.

I cross-referenced student
files with medical records.

Now, there were 6 kids
that were knocked

unconscious in that blast,

but only one fits
the outcast profile.

His name is Robert Adams,

and he just used his credit card
at a local restaurant,

the address of which...
I just sent you right now.

I'm on my way.

It was the most ridiculous thing
I've ever done in my life.

I didn't want to do it,
but Jerry said we can't--

well, we lost the bet.

It was just very
uncomfortable for everybody.

Oh, God!

Oh, God.

You ok?

Is everybody ok?

Sit down!

Don't speak!

Sit down!

Hope I'm not
interrupting.

Is it that hard,

for you people

to tell the truth about me?

Huh?!

To notice me?!

Like you.

Do you even know my name?

Ralph?

Ohh!

Guess again.

He's holding hostages
in the restaurant.

They're clearing
the upper floors now.

We got this video feed
from the security camera.

Two entrances--
the front, the kitchen.

Either way he can
see us coming.

He's nowhere near the window,
so there's no line of sight.

Yeah, but why take them
hostage at all?

If this is a vendetta,
why not kill them now?

We profiled this would be
like a reunion to him.

He wants people
to recognize who he is.

I think I know what he wants
to be recognized for.

Get up. Get up!

Robert Adams,
we're with the FBI.

We just want
to talk to you.

You better drop those guns
if you just want to talk.

We know why you're
doing this, Bob.

It's pretty obvious,
isn't it?

Before tonight,
they didn't know my name!

But now...

No one will forget it.

Bob, you'll be in the news
for a couple of days.

But no one will know
the real story.

What story is that?

Tiffany...

What did Randy say to the kid who
looked him in the eye?

He...He said Jerry
wasn't worth a bullet.

But he didn't say it
to Jerry, did he, Bob?

Did he, Bob?

How about you?

Hmm?

Don't look.

No.

He said it to me.

I was the only one
brave enough

to stare him down,

but his bomb knocked me out,

and when I woke up,

there was Jerry on the TV
telling my story!

My story!

And nobody got to find out

that Bob Adams
was a good kid.

A brave kid. The kind of kid
you'd want to hang out with.

We can give you back
your story, Bob,

but you have to drop the gun.

Isn't it funny
when your dream comes true...

It's never the way you want.

Drop the gun.
Bob.

Morgan, he's heading
to the south entrance.

Copy. I got
the back covered.

He's going in
the boiler room.

I'm on my way.

FBI. Drop the weapon, Bob.

- Hotch!
- Prentiss, in here!

We need medical
in the boiler room.

Hold your fire.

That...Didn't...Hurt!

Uhh! Aah!

"Pain is
the breaking of the shell

that encloses your
understanding."

Kahlil Gibran.

We interrupt
your regularly scheduled

musical selection with
an important announcement.

Never wage a practical joke war
against an M.I.T. graduate,

because we have a history
of going nuclear.

Now sit back, relax,
and enjoy the dulcet sounds

of me screaming in your ear.

Aaaah!

Ok, kid, that was cute.

But that's all you got?

Hey, baby gi--

Aaaah!

Uh-uh.

All right, Reid, it's on.

Just know that paybacks
are a bitch.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's Jack?

I just had a feeling.

There's a kid that's
being mean to him at school,

and Jack's solution
is to invite him over

and make friends with him.

Ohh...

That is the sweetest

and saddest thing I've heard.

How did you find out?

His teacher told me.

Jack didn't tell you?

Oh, that must be hard.

He wants to solve it himself.

And you want to let him.

But there's probably
a part of you

that wishes you could
step in.

Well, there's a part of me
that wants to protect him

from everything that could
hurt him, but I know I can't.

No.

But you can show him that he
doesn't have to face it alone.

How did you get by
in Paris?

Um, I, um...

I played a lot
of online scrabble...

With some girl named
Cheeto Breath.

At this time, we'd like you
to call out names of people

who were hurt or died,

people you'd like
to remember.

Jerry Holtz.

Jay O'Brien.

Steve Tossell.

Tucker Cranwell.

Allison Humwald.

Janine Bergen.

Natalie Gallo.

Randy Slade.

Why are we doing this?

We haven't talked
to mom in a while,

so I thought it would
be a good idea if we did it again.

But I don't want
to make you sad.

Buddy, you're not
making me sad.

It makes me happy,

because it reminds me what a
great job mom did with you.

So maybe if we got in the habit
of doing this again,

you know,
mom could help us.

Like with what?

You know,
if you have a bad day.

Mrs. McKee said
Paul's been mean to you.

He hasn't been mean to me.

No?

Ok.

Well, mom, look out
for Jack anyway.

Dad, too.

Oh, dad, too.
Of course.

Good job.

Ok. Time
to settle down.

Good night, buddy.

Love you, Dad.

I love you, too.

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