Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 9, Episode 13 - The Road Home - full transcript

It's time for the contest

that's taking America by storm,
"stop that deejay.

Fine. Bring it on, chump.

So we got through the holidays
in one piece, right?

But the big bearded guy in the red suit

deserves one last trivia
shout-out.

Now, we know he didn't deliver
all these presents by himself.

So, name for me all of Santa's 9 reindeer.

Oh, I know this.
Prancer, Dancer...

"Forgive me, sweetheart.

I tried to make it right."



Hey, Dave, take a look at this, would you?

This arrived at my house last night.

It's a gift from Harrison Scott.

Your buddy from Vietnam.

"Appreciate everything
you've done for me."

The grips are a replica
of the Vietnam War Memorial.

It's beautiful.

It's expensive.

What's the matter?

A gift like this

would practically drain
all of Harrison's savings.

Now, if you're trying
to get yourself back on your feet,

why would you do something like that?

You talk to him?



I left 3 messages where he lives

at New Directions for Veterans.

He hasn't returned my calls.

That's only been since last night.

I phoned his job this morning.

He hasn't shown up for work
the past two days, either.

I'm worried, Aaron.

Why don't you go out
to Los Angeles and check on him.

What about our caseload?

It'll be fine.
You've got leave coming.

You should go.

Maybe I'll do that.

Thank you.

Sure.

It's staged. They got people
on those programs

they know are gonna fight.

You should've seen that guy's wife

when he brought his two girlfriends
out on the stage.

Hoo hoo hoo. Punches
flying everywhere.

It's a TV show.

It's fake.

Whoa. Your ass just
got checkmated, homes.

It's checkers, not chess.

King me.

Well, here's the problem, your majesty.

This right here where you're playing...

this is our office.

You want to come here, play a little game,

you gotta pay us rent.

I said king me.

I ain't kidding,
old-timer.

Cough it up, wallet and watch,
both of you.

I faced a lot worse than you in Korea.

You two-bit punks
don't scare me.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I can get a whole lot scarier

than this, grandpa.

What's going on?

We've got a possible
spree killer in Cleveland.

Details are sketchy, but 90 minutes ago

a man shot and killed two gang members

at a park on the outskirts of the city.

Why are we thinking spree?

I mean, gang members
shoot each other all the time.

Because a third gang
member fled the scene,

the shooter hunted him
down at a gas station

over a mile away to finish the job.

Not your typical M.O.
for a gang shooting.

Oh, and there's more.

After the third gang member was killed,

a fourth person was shot
and killed at a bus stop

less than a half a mile
away from the gas station.

Also gang related?

I don't know.
Details still coming in.

4 homicides, 3 locations,
all within 90 minutes.

We need to hurry.
Wheels up in 15.

I'll let Morgan know.

Can I help you with something, sir?

How much ammunition can I buy?

Well, depends how much you need.

Those.

That's 19.95.

I'm gonna need a lot more than that.

Ok.

♪ Criminal Minds 9x13 ♪ The Road Home
Original Air Date on January 22, 2014

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"Beware the fury
of a patient man."

John Dryden.

You know, the description
of our unsub is pretty vague.

40s, 50s, rumpled clothing

like they could have been slept in.

And two witnesses in the park

said he appeared to have been drinking.

They could smell alcohol on him.

The first 3 victims
all had police records...

car theft, aggravated assault,
and drug dealing.

If they involve drugs, the unsub
might be a disgruntled customer.

Sorry. Babysitting
issues at home.

Garcia, did we get confirmation
that the fourth victim

at the bus stop was not gang affiliated?

That is correct, sir.
Paul Haller, high school senior.

Not an angel, though.

Haller has a few minor
robbery arrests from the past,

and police found a wallet on his body,

cash and credit cards
belonging to a Sita Patel.

Purse-snatching?

Gang members, mugger.

We might be looking at a vigilante.

All right, I just got off the phone
with Cleveland P.D.

If we are dealing with a spree killer,

at least he's on a slower boil now.

No new incidents reported
in the past hour.

The victim at the gas station
wasn't just shot.

The body showed signs
of having been run over multiple times

by a large vehicle.

That is one way to put
the "over" in overkill.

Morgan, you and JJ go to the park
where the first shooting took place.

Blake, go to the gas station crime scene,

and as soon as we can find Sita Patel,

Reid and I will talk to her,
see if she interacted

with the unsub.

I was walking to work.

The boy grabbed my handbag,

and then when I tried
to hold on, he yanked hard,

and I fell.

Did anyone else see the attack.

Many people.
But they did nothing.

Nobody stayed to help?

Only one, a man.

Did he say anything to you?

He asked me which direction the boy went.

I told him and he left.

Did the man leave on foot or in a vehicle?

I didn't see.

He was very calm.

Calm and determined.

All right,
thanks for your help.

Will you have your driver call me
if he remembers anything else?

Appreciate that.

Well, not exactly an outpouring of grief

from the locals.

Victims were bad news.

Take a look at this.

The street sweeper had to go around

whatever was parked here.

I just got off the phone
with the street-sweeping team.

They said their truck passed by
approximately 15 minutes

before the 911 call
came in about the shooting.

That means the car was
obviously parked there then,

but gone before the police responded.

Do we have a vehicle description?

They said it was a two-tone
brown and beige SUV.

Out of state plates,
and no license number.

Street-sweeping team
said the car

was packed full of boxes and clothes.

The unsub was described
as looking disheveled.

All right, so was the person in the car

a witness to the killings

or was he the killer himself?

So, Harrison didn't give you
any indication

where he might have gone?

No. We asked his roommates,
checked the local jails

and hospitals. Nothing.

Did you or anybody else

notice a change in him recently?

Mr. Scott did seem a little different,
now that you mention it.

In what way?
Angry? Depressed?

No. We see a lot of that here
and know how to deal with it.

No, with Mr. Scott
it was...

I don't know.
He'd stare right through you,

like his mind was a million miles away.

Were any of his clothes
or personal belongings missing?

It's hard to say.
Our participants

have so few possessions to begin with.

Ms. Grant, give me
a chance to find him,

to try to convince him to come back.

We have a very long waiting list,

so, unfortunately, our policy

about unauthorized absences
is very strict.

After 3 days, the participant
loses their spot.

Mr. Scott's been gone
two days already,

so that leaves you less than 24 hours.

I...

Thank you.

Ok, honey.

All right, bye-bye.

Terry?

What are you doing here?

Terry, you're not supposed
to be here. You know that.

Terry... Terry, please.
Terry, no, don't.

Don't! Don't!
Don't do this!

Terry, stop!

Terry, no! Stop,
Terry! Stop!

A restraining order?

I'll call the cops on you.
I swear it! Aah!

This was sent to me at my job.

In front of my clients, in front of my...

That's 'cause you never opened
the door to the process server!

You shut up!

No!

What do you think about
that restraining order now?

Hey!

Who the hell are you?

Get your hand off her neck.

Just go back to your cardboard box.

This doesn't concern you.

I said beat it.

Whoa, whoa!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Sir...

Anything from Sita Patel?

The man who asked which way
the purse-snatcher went

matches the description of the unsub.

How did it go at the gas station?

Maybe it's just me, but if I
saw a person gunned down

and run over by a car
a half a dozen times, I'd remember it.

Let me guess... witnesses
are drawing a blank.

"It all happened
so fast."

No surveillance cameras
at the gas station either.

It's a high-crime area
and the victims were criminals.

The neighborhood could be looking
at this as a problem solved.

There's been another shooting.

My ex grabbed my throat,

and the next thing I know,
this guy was in the yard

and he shot Terry and he took off.

Can you describe the other guy?

No. Everything
happened so fast.

Coins were found
scattered all around the area,

like somebody emptied out their pockets?

I didn't notice.

So when we analyze the coins,

we won't find trace evidence of you
or your ex on them...

no fingerprints...

Ok. Yeah, I think Terry may have
thrown some coins at the guy.

Well, when we get back to the station,

you can help the police
artist render a likeness?

No.

Excuse me?

You have no idea what it's been like.

The past two years I wake up
every morning scared to death.

Terry was crazy violent and nobody
would do a single thing about it.

He was issued a restraining order.

Oh, yeah. You saw how
restrained he was.

You want to see what he did once?

I was cooking dinner,

he got mad and threw scalding oil at me.

Did you press charges?

Terry told everyone it was an accident.

That I dropped a frying pan.

But the police would
have investigated, Madison.

Terry's Mr. Charity fund-raiser,

all-around good guy
at the country club.

It was my word against his.

Please, give me a break.

But it's over now,

thanks to that guy.

I hope you don't find him.

Whoever it was,

I hope he gets away.

What the hell are you doing here?

We need to talk.

I got nothin' to say.
Now get the hell out of here.

What are you gonna do, Harrison

punch me?

Hit me over the head with that lamp?

What happened?

You came a long way for nothing.
That's what happened.

It's been a long time
since I've been in here.

What, 35 years, maybe more?

There used to be
a pinball machine over there.

I see you're traveling light.

Packed what I needed.

Don't see anything else.

Like said,

packed what I needed.

Do I need to search
this room for a weapon?

I did not come here
to blow my brains out, Dave.

How the hell did you know
that I'd be here?

Educated guess.
No money, no car.

I figured you'd find someplace

cheap and familiar.

As you know, we were
stationed at Pendleton.

We spent a lot of time here
before we shipped out.

So, when I called and found out

that your old pal Pete
still owned this place...

The way you sniff people out,

I should've recommended you
to Recon Division back in 'Nam.

The seal on that is not broken.

You can check.

I haven't had a drop in 14 months.

But you brought it along just in case.

A person doesn't need
to pull the trigger of a gun

to kill himself.

Why, Harrison?
You were doing so well.

I got no answer for that.

I come to the end of my road, Dave.

I'm just sorry you had to
come so far to see it.

There's somebody at the door.

Go check.

Yeah, who is it?

You know who it is.

What's going on?

I don't know.
It looks like some older dude.

What's the problem, man?
We're busy in there.

You know who I am.

Hell, no.
Am I supposed to?

I know who you are.

Good for you.

Now mosey your ass back out of here.

I've been waiting a long time for this.

Hey!

Victims were small-time
meth dealers,

been in and out of jail for years.

What do you got?

Garcia patched in surveillance video
from the hallway camera.

It's our unsub.

He walks straight to
the meth dealers' apartment,

and that's consistent with his M.O.
of targeting criminals.

But he stumbled on
the first victims by chance.

He sought these out.

He's evolving.

Garcia's trying to pull surveillance video
from the surrounding area.

We're looking for a two-tone SUV
with out of state plates.

He looks straight into the camera.

He doesn't care who sees him.

You should eat.

Nah, not hungry.

Well, I'll save you some kung pao beef.

It's a little chewy, but...

"The early bird gets the worm,

but the second mouse
gets the cheese."

No.

Want to hear yours?
It's pretty good.

Those hills there.

What about 'em?

My son Thomas and his wife

live on the other side of those hills.

In Carlsbad.

The son you haven't spoken to in a while?

19 years.

I called him out the blue the other day.

What'd he say?

Hello.

Goodbye.

Don't call again.

That was the gist of it.

I got a grandson

I didn't even know about, Dave.

I could hear him talking
in the background.

Grandson

on the other side of the hill.

I ain't never gonna see him.

Well...

Let's go, then.

No point.

Permission to state the obvious, sir.

Permission denied.

You spent the last of
your money to come down here.

That's not someone
who's throwing in the towel.

That's someone

who wants another chance.

I don't know, Cruz.

We could be here another day or two.

Why don't you send me
a secure contact number

and I'll get back...
um...

Ok, yeah. Well, you tell him
mommy misses him.

Talk to you soon.

What have you got, Garcia?

As your gigantic brain suspected, sir,

a two-tone SUV
with Florida plates

was parked across the street
from the apartment building.

Were you able to pull a plate?

The SUV is registered to a Clifford Walsh.

Do you have an address?

Nothing local.

Walsh moved out of the area
a long time ago.

Oh.

And if you hate sad stories
as much as I do,

you should leave the room
right now, 'cause this one's super sad.

10 years ago Walsh lost
his wife and his 14-year-old son

in a home invasion robbery.

Here in Cleveland?

Yeah. It looks like
the motive was stealing stuff.

Jewelry has taken out of the home,

and there was an attempted
sexual assault on Mrs. Walsh.

Where was Walsh at the time
of the home invasion?

He was working as a night supervisor

of a tool and die plant in Strongville,
which is just outside the city.

Did they get the killer?

Yeah, very next day.

Howard Clark, 18 years old.

High as a kite on meth
at the time of the attack.

He was only sentenced
to 10 years in prison.

The meth angle is interesting.

Did Clark have any connection with the
victims in the apartment?

Yeah. He was buddies
with Dane Hendrix, one of the victims.

10 years. That's awfully lenient
for a double homicide.

You think? Maybe that's
why Walsh went into a total tailspin.

He started drinking,
quit his job, moved to Florida.

He's been like borderline
homeless for many, many years.

When did he come back to Cleveland?

Last week. He cashed out
his meager savings account

and headed north.

Here is what's interesting
about the timing of this, though.

Howard Clark, the guy
who killed Walsh's wife and son,

he was scheduled
to be released 3 months from now,

but he was killed in a random prison fight

in the exercise yard
the day before Walsh left Florida.

That must have been
the trigger... Clark's death...

that stirred up all memories.

And the memories
brought him back to Cleveland.

But for what purpose?

The man we're looking for
is Clifford Walsh.

The photograph you have of him
was taken last year.

Walsh's family died in a home invasion
robbery 10 years ago.

The killer was a man named Howard Clark.

But Clark's recent death in prison
may have triggered Walsh's spree.

The first 5 murders appear
to be opportunistic kills,

but all the victims have criminal records
or a history of domestic violence.

The shooting at the meth
apartment, however,

was premeditated and calculated.

One of the victims
was Dane Hendrix,

a friend of Howard Clark's
at the time of the invasion.

Targeting Hendrix
means Walsh might now

be trending towards
more mission-oriented behavior.

Walsh has no concerns
about keeping his identity

or movements secret.

In some ways
his recklessness works in our favor.

He's out in the open.
Here I am. Come and get me.

But this is a man who's lost his family

and feels he has nothing to lose.

He doesn't care about repercussions,

which makes him the most
dangerous kind of spree killer.

Time is of the essence.
Thank you.

Agent Hotchner.

We found Walsh's vehicle.

"Forgive me, sweetheart.

I tried to make it right."

Suicide note?

Walsh may have been about to kill himself

and saw the thugs hassling the old man.

But he killed them instead.
Well that makes sense.

The line between suicidal
and homicidal ideation is pretty thin.

Look at this.

Is he counting something down?

The number sequence
starts at 3,553 and ends...

at 87.

Let's see, Clark was killed
on January 14th...

87 days before his scheduled
release date of April 11th.

Working backwards and taking into account

the 2009, 2012 leap years, 3,553 days...

April 9, 2004, the exact day
Clark began his prison term.

So Walsh was waiting
for Clark to be released

to take revenge on him.

And suddenly the object
of his vengeance was gone.

But Walsh's need for justice wasn't.

His revenge has simply
found another outlet.

We need to see if any cars
have been reported stolen

in the area in the last couple hours.

If Walsh is swapping out vehicles,
it would be the first indication

he's cared enough to take evasive action.

Something else must be on the menu.

Something important enough that
he can't risk being caught.

We need to figure out
who's next on Walsh's list of targets.

You know, Walsh lost
his wife and his child.

He could be looking to balance the books.

Clark did get a light sentence.

Walsh might have a grudge against
the judge or surviving jury members.

We need to get those names,
as well as the defense attorney

and anyone who testified
on Clark's behalf.

The newspaper reports at the time

suggested Clark might have
had an accomplice.

It was just a rumor,
but it was a persistent one.

Maybe it was Dane Hendrix,
the meth dealer?

No, he had a solid alibi
for the night of the home invasion.

Clark always said
he acted alone, but still...

We need to locate and get all of
these people into protective custody.

This ain't gonna work, Dave.

Wait here.

Can I help you?

Thomas Scott?

Yes.

My name is David Rossi.

I'm a friend of your father's.

Did he send you?

No.

All I'm asking is a few
minutes of your time.

May I come in?

Don't take this wrong,

but we've got nothing to talk about.

Tommy...

Please.

Nothing in Walsh's background

hinted at this type of psychotic break.

Testimonials all reported him

as a solid, loving family man.

He supported his wife
while she went through

a brief bout of depression.

When his son had problems at school,

he took him to one of
those expanded horizon treks.

You know, the second intruder
theory has some validity.

How so?

Because Walsh's wife was athletic

and his son played
junior varsity football.

Meaning it might have been hard
for Clark to subdue them both.

Especially if his faculties
were diminished by drugs at the time.

And mother and son were found

at opposite sides of the house.

You're right, Hotch. Someone
might have been helping Clark.

Mr. Hines?

Yes. Can I help you
with something?

You know who I am.

No. Sorry.

I know who you are.

Look, I think you got the wrong place...

I've been waiting a long time for this.

Jeffrey?
What's happening?

Aah!

The victim is Jeffrey Hines.

He wasn't on our target list.

Does he have a connection
to Walsh or Clark?

Well, Garcia can't find one.

Hines and his wife moved to Cleveland
from Hawaii last month.

What does his wife say?

Walsh came to the door,
said something to her husband,

and then he just opened fire.

Something's off on this one.

Maybe Hines has a past
she doesn't know about.

Well, hopefully that's it.

Why hopefully?

Because if there's truly
no connection here,

Walsh is devolving.

He's killing random people.

I know he put his life
on the line for his country.

I admire and I respect him for that.

Unsung heroes.

A lot of good men
come back from combat damaged.

They deserve another chance.

Another chance.

Mr. Rossi, when I was
12 years old,

my father told me
he was never going to drink again.

For the umpteenth time.

And I believed him.

I was a kid.

Then one day he takes
me and 3 of my friends

to Dodger stadium.

I can still remember the exact moment

the vendor put that
first beer in his hand.

Second inning,
Mickey Hatcher at the plate.

One ball, two strikes.

I saw that beer and
I knew what was coming.

My father got so drunk,
my friends' parents

had to come pick us up and take us home.

Take me home.

I'm really sorry, Thomas.

I could tell you 10 more stories
just like that one.

This program my father's in,

hopefully it makes him better,

but my son is not going through
the same humiliation

and disappointment that I did.

I don't hate my father,
Mr. Rossi.

I don't not care about him.

I love him.

But I've got to protect my family.

That's my priority.

All I ask is that you don't take

the possibility of
forgiveness off the table.

Not yet.

Can I get you
some more tea, Mr. Rossi?

No, thank you, ma'am.

I... I really should be going.

He's outside, isn't he?

He's in the car.

I wish it were possible,
Mr. Rossi, but it isn't.

I've worked too hard to build
a good home for me and my family.

People can't build without tools.

And tools are passed
down to us from others.

When you take in the life
you've built, Thomas,

and watch the life your son will build

for his own family...

Remember that.

I knew I was crazy to hope.

I'm sorry, Harrison.

So I guess that's it, then.

Your son's a fine young man.
You should be proud.

I am.

I just wish I could
tell him that to his face.

What now?

You tell me.

I could take you back to the motel

and leave you with your vodka.

Or, if I ignore every speed limit sign

between here and Santa Monica,
I could get you back

to New Directions just under the wire.

Look, Harrison,

it took a long time
to get to this point with your son.

It's not gonna fix itself overnight.

And on the international front,

60 people, mostly women and children,

are believed dead in a suicide bombing.

Authorities...

Enough of that depressing stuff.

It's happy hour, for crying out loud.

Things won't change.

Excuse me?

The world.

There aren't enough bullets
to make things right.

You got that thing figured out with
your neighbor yet?

Jeez,
the doggie-doo wars.

I told you, that kid
will never pick up after his mutt

when he goes on my lawn, right?

Yeah.

But yesterday, it really hits me.

I'm going about this all wrong.

It's not the kid's fault,

it's the parents' fault.
They never taught him any better.

Did you go talk to them?

I did better than that.

Last night, I scooped up the dog poop,

walked next door, I set it right down

on mom and dad's welcome mat.

Mi caca es su caca.

That's great.

Take the problem to the doorstep.

Go to the source.

This is strange.

The M.E. reports
from the home invasion.

Teddy Walsh's wrists were tightly bound,

but there were no subdermal hematomas

around the deep ligature marks.

What do you see here?

Someone clinging to memories.

It's basically a shrine to his wife.

More importantly, what don't you see here?

His son.
Exactly.

There's not a single photograph

or shred of memorabilia about him.

And the suicide note
was addressed only to his wife.

Garcia, you said Teddy Walsh had
gotten into some trouble at school, yes?

Yeah. Nothing serious.

He stole a video game
from another kid's locker.

And that's why Walsh took his son
on the Expanded Horizons hike?

That's right.

And Expanded Horizons takes
people out in groups, yes?

Yes, sir.

Ok, can you find out the names

of the other participants
on that specific trek?

Let me see...

Oh. Lordy, lordy.

Howard Clark and father.

Walsh and Clark were
on that hike together.

I think we just found Clark's accomplice.

Walsh's own son.

We haven't found the connection
with the jogger yet,

but every victim of Walsh's

has been associated
with criminal behavior.

Only the guilty deserve to die.

Except today started
with Walsh ready to die himself.

He wrote a suicide note.

Because he was guilty, too.

His own son was complicit
in the death of his wife.

Garcia.
Talk to me.

Are Howard Clark's parents
still in the Cleveland area?

Father died 5 years ago, heart attack.

Mother... yep, Helen Clark.
Sending her address now.

You said earlier that Walsh might want
to balance the books.

There'd only be one person
to provide that kind of payback.

Another parent.

Mrs. Clark.

You know who I am, don't you?

Yes.

Then you know why I'm here.

Am I going to die tonight?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm afraid you are.

Howard Clark's mother won't answer.

The two boys probably hatched the plan

when they met on the hiking trip.

Teddy knew where his mother
kept the jewels

and when his father would be gone.

Except Clark shows up high on meth,

tries to rape the mother,
Teddy fights back

and Clark kills the both of them.

And that explains the lack
of subdermal hematomas on Teddy's wrists.

He was killed first and then tied up.

Jeffrey Hines, the jogger who got shot,

Garcia found a connection.

It's not who he was, it's where he was.

Your son doesn't look like
much of a killer there.

Neither did my son, though.

What are you talking about?

My son Teddy was in on it.

Not the killing part.

But he made it happen.

I got a picture, too.

This is my wife, Emma.

Look at it.

I'm so sorry.

If I'd been a better dad,

and you'd been a better mom...

It's too late for
what-ifs.

We can't blame ourselves
for what happened that night.

No?

I watched you in the courtroom

when you testified for your son,

defending the murder of my family?

I'm a mother.

No matter what happens in this world,

a child has a right to know
there is somebody

who will stand up for them.

Even if they're
a cold-blooded killer?

The drugs had taken over my boy.

I know my son.

And what happened that evening,
that wasn't who he was.

I thought I knew my son, too.

Emma tried to warn me that he needed help.

Small things...

I didn't listen.

Mrs. Clark,

do you think we're reunited

with loved ones after death?

Yes, I do.

I wish I did.

I think...

It's just a way for the living to cope

with loss.

I guess we'll both find out
soon enough, won't we?

Are you scared?

I think about fear a lot.

I try to imagine what Emma must have felt

In those final moments.

Clifford Walsh, FBI.

Put the weapon on the table.

No.

Slowly lower it.

Helen hasn't harmed anyone.

She's innocent.

Wrong. I don't hurt
the innocent.

Wrong. You already have.

Who? The thugs
in the park?

The meth dealers?

The guy that was choking his wife?

You're forgetting about the jogger.

Hines?

Let me tell you about him.

When Hines went
to the D.A.'s office,

Clark's father used his influence

to have evidence suppressed.

Evidence...

That would have sent
my wife's killer to jail for life.

The former employee at the
D.A.'s office was Morgan Hines.

6 months ago he sold that
house to his brother Jeffrey.

That was the man you killed.

No.

That was the place.
I checked.

Jeffrey Hines was innocent,
Clifford, and you murdered him.

He left behind a wife and 3 kids.

When I saw the sun come up this morning,

I knew it was gonna be my last time.

Mrs. Clark...

I hope you're right.

♪ The road is wide

How was your night?

All squared away.

And I talked to my boss at work.

He's gonna let me keep my job.

Great.

I sound like a broken record, but...

Thanks again for everything.

♪ Stretchin' out...

Just focus on controlling what you can.

The rest of it will fall into place.

Right.

♪ 'Cause the sun is low

♪ and I hear
there's still so far... ♪

One more thing.

That fortune cookie of mine
back at the motel,

what did it say?

Oh, yeah.

Um, "Be careful to avoid

extravagant purchases
this month."

Well, I think
I can manage that one.

Well, then I'll count
the pistol you gave me

as being part of last month.

I'll check in with you
when I'm back in Washington.

♪ Though I think it's the same one again ♪

♪ but I'm thinking about my only friend ♪

♪ so I'll find my way home

♪ 'cause when I need to get home ♪

♪ you're my guiding light

♪ you're my guiding light

♪ when I need to get home

♪ you're my guiding light

"Forgiveness
does not change the past,

but it does
enlarge the future."

Paul Boese.

You have any plans tonight?

Does sleep count as a plan?

I'm going to a Korean
film festival in Georgetown.

You can come with me if you want.

A lot of the entries
probably aren't subtitled yet,

but I can do a simultaneous
whisper translation while we watch.

Sounds fun.

I'm really tired.

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