Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 9, Episode 20 - Blood Relations - full transcript

(crickets trilling)
Ripped By mstoll

(woman cries out)

(crying)

It's not fair.

Please.

Help, please.

(branch snaps nearby)

Please, oh, Jesus!

Don't let me...

Not like this.

Not like
this.



Not like this.

Jesus, please!

You.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(clattering outside)

(knocking)

(gun clicks)

(gunshot)

(bones crunch)

Get your barf bags ready,
my creatures,

because these pictures are even
more not pretty than usual.

Clark Howard, killed last night

in Wheeling, West Virginia,



murder weapon left on the scene.

MORGAN:
Is that barbwire?

GARCIA:
Indeed it is.

Arranged to fit like a noose.

How do you wrap that
into a noose?

My guess is the same way
that porcupines make love.

- Very carefully.
- Yeah, but the tensile

strength wouldn't allow you
to tie it like rope.

REID:
It can if you're strong enough,

which speaks
to the UnSub's physicality.

JJ:
The fact that he twisted a head

completely around speaks more
to the UnSub's physicality.

BLAKE:
It's a redundancy

in the M.O., isn't it?

The UnSub possibly tried
to hang...

REID:
Or decapitate.

Yeah, or decapitate
Clark Howard.

The noose wasn't effective,
so he kills him by hand.

ROSSI: Report says
he's victim number two.

Who's victim number one?

That would be Matthias Lee.

Mr. Lee was killed
when he was out hunting.

He was caught in a bear trap.

Accident, you say?
I say no because the bear trap

was launched from
a makeshift projectile hidden

inside a tree and it was
also lined with barbwire,

which is why Wheeling PD
has invited us in.

Both victims were hunters.
But the way they were killed,

it looks like the UnSub
was hunting them.

ROSSI:
And even though both men

were armed and should have had
the upper hand,

he was skilled enough
to use stealth

and the environment
to surprise them.

HOTCH: And in order to find this
UnSub, we're gonna have to do it

on his turf,
where he's got the advantage.

And he's gonna see us coming.

(birds chirping)

(breathing heavily)

(grunts)

BLAKE:
"The past is never dead.

It is not even past."
William Faulkner.

Two murders in two days.

Do the police have any leads

- on who would want these men
dead? - HOTCH: They did.

Until he was killed, Wheeling PD
was circling Clark Howard

- for the murder of Matthias Lee.
- REID: It's easy to see why.

Looking at their case histories,
both men filed dozens

of harassment and nuisance
lawsuits against each other,

including unfounded claims
of burglary and trespassing.

Then, in 2011 Matthias Lee
filed a civil complaint

against Clark Howard
to kiss his ass.

Clark Howard responded
with a motion to go...

You know, you can't actually do
that with the male anatomy.

JJ: Okay, so maybe
this isn't one UnSub then.

Maybe this is just tit-for-tat
revenge murders.

Sure. Clark Howard uses the
barbwire for murder number one,

and then the UnSub gets him back
by hanging him with it

- for murder number two.
- BLAKE: We need to dig deep

in the family and friends then.
That's our suspect pool.

ROSSI: They're gonna
be reluctant to talk

to federal agents. It's not like
we're very popular in this neck

- of the woods. - HOTCH: Blake,
you and JJ see who you can get

to come to the table. Reid, look
into where the UnSub or UnSubs

are getting this barbwire.
Dave and Morgan,

find out what you can
about the victims,

what else they might
have been involved in

that could have gotten them
killed.

I can't quite tell you why
those two boys hated each other.

Just that they did.

JJ: According to one
of Matthias Lee's

restraining orders,
he not only wanted Clark Howard

kept 50 feet away
but the entire Howard family.

If the animosity extends
to the families,

how many potential suspects
are we talking about?

Could be all of 'em
and could be none of 'em.

Agent Hotchner,
we see this all the time.

A fella hates another fella
and then a brother gets involved

and then a cousin.

Well, they get convinced that
the reason they can't find work

or can't find a woman

or can't get off of oxy
is 'cause of that other family.

So, the mom and dad
of the two victims

have agreed to talk to us.

CAPTAIN:
Who is that? Uh,

Cissy Howard and Malachi Lee?

BLAKE: Yes, and Cissy would only
come in on one condition.

She told me
that if she even smelled

Malachi Lee, she would walk.
And when I asked her

what that specific smell was,
she said, "Dip and beard lice."

HOTCH: Can we arrange to have
them come in separate entrances?

- Sure can. - HOTCH: All right,
so we'll have Mrs. Howard

at 12:00 and Mr. Lee at 12:30.

Won't that risk them running
into each other?

Exactly.

Cause of death
is straightforward.

Thwack and whack, respectively.

Did the M.E. Mark this
on Clark Howard's hands?

What's that?

Burn marks.

Chemical burns, it looks like.

Yeah. Victim had burns
on fingers and hands

consistent with lye.

Rossi, they're on Matthias Lee's
hands and wrists, too.

It's almost
like they were splashed on

as if he was cooking with it
or something.

Intuition tells me
these boys were making meth.

And if they were trying to make
each other's lives miserable,

they probably
weren't just making it...

they were selling it.

REID:
I talked to three farmers

who had three different strands
of barbwire stolen.

None of them saw the thief,
but they all swear

it was the same person.

The Mountain Man.

Should we have Garcia
look into it as a pseudonym?

I think maybe
we should hold off on that.

Uh, the Mountain Man seems
to be a confluence

of several local legends.

Some say he's part
of the backwoods

Appalachian population,
others say

he's a Confederate holdout
trying to start

a second Civil War
to turn brother against brother.

But the one thing
they all could agree upon

is if you go
into a darkened bathroom

and you chant "I hate
the Mountain Man" three times,

he'll pop up behind you
and kill you

the next time you hear
Lynyrd Skynyrd on the radio.

So you're sure the theft
from the farms

- matched the crime scenes?
- Yeah.

Barbwire's actually
quite specific,

depending on what type
of livestock you're trying

to keep in and what type
of rustlers you're trying

to keep out. In this case, the
concertina formation was exactly

what was used to kill
Clark Howard and Matthias Lee.

Except we have two murders, but
you've talked to three farmers.

Yeah, wire number three
hasn't been found yet.

That's not good.

No, it is not.

You gonna catch the Snicklefritz

- that done this to my baby?
- HOTCH: Yes, ma'am.

You better.

Tell me, why did Clark
and Matthias hate each other?

Don't rightly know.

Some bad blood.

"I wouldn't put him out
if he was on fire,

but I might light a cigarette
off him."

These were your son's words
when he was questioned.

And my words to him were,
"Clark,

if you so much as hurt a hair
on Matthias Lee's head,

I will smite you like Jeroboam."

You don't even know who that is,
do you?

Second Kings, Old Testament.

He followed in succession
after King David.

God killed his son,
his wife and ultimately him.

So you got some book learnin'.
Well, good for you.

Doesn't mean you got the sense
to catch my boy's killer.

'Cause I can tell
you think I'm lyin' to you.

Well, let me tell you somethin',
Mr. FBI Man,

my son is innocent
of harmin' that Lee boy.

'Cause his words to them cops,

those were the words
of stupidity and bravado.

But my words to him,

in my family, under my roof,

my word is law.

Now,

we done?

Mr. Lee, please.

(JJ sighs)

All right,

will you answer one question?

Who do you think
is behind Matthias' murder?

Mrs. Jareau...

It's Agent Jareau.

It's Mrs. Jareau.

Unless that ring on your finger
is some kind of lesbian thing.

I know how y'all like to do it
up there in D.C.

You see, this here

is a family matter.

And we would appreciate it

if the federal government
just back off.

(phone chimes)

Okay.

You're free to go.

(spits)

I'll escort you
out of the station.

(door closes)

(elevator bell dings)

Uh, hold the elevator?

Where are you parked, Mr. Lee?

Malachi?

B2.

You visit your daddy's grave
recently?

(bell dings, doors slide open)

Visit yours?

(bell dings)

GARCIA:
Per my sweet JJ's request,

I have combed through the lives

of the Lee and
the Howard fathers.

Now, going backwards, there's
nothing particularly compelling

about either of their graves,

but holy cow,
everything before it is.

So gather 'round the campfire,
my friends,

'cause this one is
quite the story.

Okay, so the family forefathers,

Carl Howard and Monroe Lee,
specifically,

grew up in the Wheeling area
circa Prohibition time.

And they were competing
moonshine runners.

- Which started a family feud.
- Did it ever.

An exceptionally bloody one.

Cousins, spouses, children...

no one was spared.

REID:
How long did the violence last?

Until the passage
of the 21st Amendment.

Uh, once firewater became legal,

they lost their
bloodthirstiness-ness.

BLAKE: Until Clark and
Matthias brought it back.

The new underground market
brought back old rivalries

- to the surface. - JJ: Yeah,
it's only a matter of time

before the Howards
attack the Lees again.

I mean, they were basically
announcing it to us

- in the elevator. - We've
got to find a way to diffuse

the situation, or these families
will tear each other apart.

That's excellent.

That is excellent.

And on behalf of my father,

I want to thank you
for doing business with us.

(laughs) Well, I know you have
your choices for product

in the Wheeling area, so the
fact that you're favoring us...

(woman screams)

Maddie!

- (engine starts)
- (screaming)

(tires squeal)

(screaming, crying)

(sobbing):
Please... please...

(sobbing, yelling)

(sobbing):
Help!

(screams)

(man grunts)

(gasping)

- Why ain't you people stoppin'
this? - We're trying to, but...

But what?!
They killed my wife!

- JJ: Okay. It's all right.
- You know,

- it's obviously the Howards
that are doing this. - Why?

What's going on
between the two families?

That's none
of your damn business.

- It is now.
- (panting)

Is it crystal meth?

Oh...

I see, of course.

So we're just a bunch
of dumb West Virginia hicks.

We must be cooking meth.

I tell you what,
you search my house

and you search my bank account,
and you come back and tell me

that I'm dealing drugs.

(man pants)

I thought you were
smarter than that.

JJ.

Bad?

Yeah. Head taken clean off.

And we found the third piece
of barbwire

- that Reid reported stolen.
- That doesn't mean this is over.

We profiled a series
of retaliatory attacks.

Right now it's Howards... two;
Lees... one.

(sets papers down)

Hotch.

- Mrs. Howard. - Heard through
the grapevine you're looking

for an old Monte Carlo.

Do you know someone
who drives a car like that?

Know someone who doesn't.

Here's a copy of every vehicle

registered
in the Howard family name.

ROSSI: That's all
well and good, Mrs. Howard,

but when someone's this eager
to prove their innocence,

- it makes us wonder.
- Well, it's true enough,

there's no love lost between
the Howards and the Lees, but we

would never hurt a woman who did
nothin' but raisin' her babies.

We didn't do this,
Agent Hotchner.

You'll see.

My men are all here.

We're ready for your profile.

We need a little more time.

♪♪

(stabbing, cutting)

(man sobbing)

(continues sobbing)

Okay, if we hit the reset button
on the profile,

- what do we have?
- Well, the behavior points

- to one obvious theory.
- Revenge murders stoking

- the fire of a family feud.
- With the forensic evidence

- to back it up.
- Physical evidence

of methamphetamine production.

The only problem is, every time
we dig a little deeper

into the families,
that theory falls apart.

The Howards are certainly doing
everything they can

to prove this isn't
about revenge for them.

But the UnSub wants the families

- to think that it is.
- What if it's

an outsider like you would see
in the drug cartel model?

One supplier eliminates
two major competitors

by getting them
to fight with each other.

Except what are
they fighting over?

Uh, Miles Lee made a good point
when I questioned him.

There is nothing in his home
or bank account to indicate

- he was a dealer. - GARCIA
(over speaker): Ready-ready.

So Garcia and I dug
a little deeper. Take it away.

GARCIA:
I did some peeking

into both the Lee and Howard
online shopping activity.

Here's what I found.
In addition to lye,

they bought... are you ready?...

(inhales) sodium hydroxide,
methanol, mixing beakers,

digital scales,
safety glasses, gloves,

- aprons...
- All of which you need for meth.

JJ: But the arrest record
in the community

told a different story.

Neither the Howards nor the Lees
are even tangentially involved.

Garcia, where were
the purchases shipped?

Uh, the Howards

spread them out;
the other side

just sent them to one address:

Malachi Lee's farm.

HOTCH:
All right, we don't have

a profile until we know
what the family business is.

Let's go get some answers.

JJ:
Thanks, Garcia.

(crow cawing)

(automatic gunfire)

(gunfire stops)

- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
- Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!

JJ:
On your knees! Now!

Don't shoot... you gonna
blow us all sky-high.

- We coming out.
- HOTCH: Put down the weapons.

- Put 'em down! - I'm the one
who opened fire, not my kids.

You didn't say who you were...
we thought you was the Howards.

We're FBI. How's that?

This is still private property.
You're trespassing.

You need a warrant...
you can't go in there.

Couldn't agree with you more.

(doors creaking)

HOTCH:
Yeah, there's no ventilation.

If they were
cooking meth in here,

they'd all be dead
from the fumes.

MORGAN: So what exactly
are they cooking?

It smells like cooking oil.

More like used cooking oil.

Waste runoff
collected by restaurants

and just thrown out
like garbage.

I think I might know
what they're up to.

I started reading about biofuel,

where you take a clean,
burning waste product,

like used cooking oil, and you
turn it into an ethanol gas.

Well, I know the conversion
method's similar to meth.

Yeah, but only
this stuff is legal.

And believe it or not,
it's way more profitable.

Dave, wait!

Why didn't you tell us
this is what you were selling?

'Cause if outsiders knew
how much money we were making,

we'd become targets.

You already are.

♪♪

(man panting softly)

Guys, I'm a little worried
I wasted my time

being an expert in my field,

because this biofuel thing
has a massive payout.

How much money
are we talking about?

GARCIA: We're talking in the
hundreds of millions of dollars.

So, it turns out
the Lee and Howard families

took all their old moonshine

and other suspicious
manufacturing infrastructure

to create highly efficient
conversion methods.

Only now they're both
in the process

- of selling them.
- To whom?

To a West Virginia company
that wants total control

over the biofuel market
in the state.

BLAKE:
Well, if our profile is right,

someone didn't want
the deal to go through.

JJ: Maybe the sellers
are sabotaging it to drive down

- the price. - Yeah, but there
are easier ways to do that

than resorting to murder.

- Someone in the community, then?
- Malachi kept it a secret

because he didn't
want outsiders to know.

The Howards would behave
with the same self-interest.

Only family members would know.

It doesn't make sense.

If the UnSub's a family member,

he's blowing his one big chance
to get rich.

Unless he were frozen
out of the deal. Garcia,

run the names on the contracts

- against both family trees.
- Done.

- Anybody excluded?
- Uh, there's a distant cousin

on the Howard side, Caleb.

Black sheep,
in and out of jail for larceny...

stealing from farms,
specifically.

- Where is he now?
- No known address.

ROSSI:
It's a good bet Cissy knows.

We should pay her a visit.

GARCIA: Well, before you do,
you should know

that Caleb is
on an FBI watch list.

Apparently, he was part
of an underground organization

that wanted the

"real South to secede
from the false South."

Last reported seen deep
in the Appalachian woods.

Oh, my God.

The Mountain Man.

The legend Reid heard
from the farmers.

According to them, he was part
of the Appalachian population

and he wanted to start
a second Civil War.

They were describing the UnSub,
and we didn't realize it.

CISSY:
I believe in the God of mercy...

(inhales)
In the God of compassion.

But that's not the God
I need right now.

I am praying
to the God of vengeance...

the God of anger,
the God of locusts

and boils and floods.

Someone is hurting
my family, God.

And I need your power
to help me smite my enemy.

(glass shatters)

Thank you.

(cans rattle quietly)

Oh, I got you,
you son of a bitch.

(grunting)

Her car's still here,
but she isn't.

Between this and the break-in,
the UnSub must've come for her.

He's never kidnapped
a victim before.

Why didn't he kill her
on the spot?

Especially considering
she pulled the trigger.

This wasn't a surprise
like the previous murders.

- She was ready for him. - Didn't
do any good, he still took her.

But to where?

(phone rings)

Go ahead, Garcia.

I just made a "one-step-forward,

two-step-bwah?"
Kind of discovery.

Caleb Howard is on the radar,
just under a different name...

Sam Caplan. And, my friends,

he is not
the Mountain Man anymore.

Excuse me.
I'm looking for Sam Caplan.

Uh, who's asking?

Same people who'd like
to talk to Caleb Howard.

CISSY: Who are you?
What do you want?

Why do you have me here?

Is this about money?

I'll give you money,
you just name your price.

UNSUB:
I don't want your money.

Then what do you want?

I want you to say hello.

To who?

To you?

(scraping)

To her.

Do you recognize her?

That's my mama.

I was the Mountain Man.

I-I had joined every movement
to the right of the Klan.

But that's not me anymore.

Can you account for your
whereabouts the past week?

Oh, yeah. One of my kids
was on a suicide watch,

so I've actually been
sleeping in the building.

I had my phone pre-dialed
to 911 just in case of emergency

and I butt-dialed it
once or twice.

You're-you're more than welcome
to run the record if you'd like.

- I'm more curious why
you go by Sam Caplan now. - Well,

when I was younger,

one of the reasons
I would rob a farm

or get drunk or join
one of those stupid causes was

because I thought that's just
what Howards did, you know?

You raised hell
and asked questions later.

I didn't think it was because
I didn't like myself very much.

You don't have to change
your name for a fresh start.

Well, in this town, you do.

In this town, family is...
is destiny, and,

well, I was embarrassed by mine.

This whole time my team thought

you were disowned
by your family,

but I guess it was
the other way around.

Yes, ma'am, that's right.

Uh, one more thing.

We're trying to find
your Aunt Cissy.

Do you have any idea
where she might be?

- None. - Do you remember
the last time you talked to her?

(chuckles) Yeah.
Right before I took her advice

and signed the papers
to become Sam Caplan.

She made the suggestion?

Cissy Howard

married into
the Howard family, right?

But what was it that she said
to Malachi in the elevators?

You visit your daddy's
grave recently?

You visit yours?

We thought that was in reference
to the family feud.

But she wasn't born into the
family or their feud.

Exactly. And Garcia couldn't
find any documentation

for this woman. She invented
herself 40 years ago. Now,

add in that she gave her nephew
the idea to change his name

and her middle name
is Magdalene...

Magdalene Lee.

Malachi's sister.

Went missing almost
50 years ago,

- presumed dead.
- I mean, now it all makes sense.

"You visit your daddy's grave
recently?" "You visit yours?"

It's the same dad.

That woman raised me
from a baby.

Fed me.

She clothed me.
She taught me how to hunt.

She's real lovely.

Yeah, well, she was smart.

She kept me away
from other people 'cause

she knew they
wouldn't understand.

Then I started asking questions.

How come I don't look
like the others, Mama?

How come I don't look like you?

While her body was
wastin' away from the cancer...

...she told me.

About a deal she made.

About a deal she made
out here in these woods.

You?

Yeah.

Now...

I'm gonna decide
whether you live

or die.

But that depends
on how much you confess.

HOTCH: What it must have been
like to see your sister

in the elevator after all this
time. What's it been, 50 years?

And you never ran
into her in town?

No, I did not.

Once she'd run off,
she was dead in my folks' eyes.

Why'd she leave?
Or was she forced out?

Well, I don't think
that's really your business.

No, but it is my business.

When your children are dying
and I seem to care more

- about stopping it than you do.
- You don't tell me

that you care more
about my kids than I do,

you understand that?

I just lost my son.

Then help me.

Why did she leave?

She got in a family way.

She shamed my folks.

How old was she?

She was 16.

Girls in your family
have conceived younger.

Why was it shameful?

It was your child.

Wasn't it?

I didn't...

I didn't force her or nothin'.

We was kids.

She loved me.

And I loved her.

Anybody else in the family know?

No.

What happened to the child?

(exhales)

- (giggling)
- MALACHl: There"s this shack.

We used to go there when...

- we wanted to...
- To sin.

Am I right?

Then, this is the place.

This is where I was conceived.

Yup.

That's right.

Thought nobody'd
catch you, didn't you?

My mama did.

You liked her lookin" at you.

You liked it, didn't you, whore?

But she knew...

you can't cheat the laws of God
and the laws of nature forever.

When"d you know about me?

What if we tell Mama and Daddy?

They'll kill us.

They'll kill us both.

CISSY: You gotta understand,
we were young.

So we came up with a plan.

Wasn't a good plan.

But it was the best
two teenagers could do.

You'd keep the baby.

Yeah.

Oh, my God!

It hurts so bad.

Am I dying? Oh.

No, something's wrong.
(wailing)

I can't stay here for this.

Wait, where are you going?
Malachi?! Come back here!

(sobbing)

(sobbing echoes)

And you ran?

Yes, I did.

I ran.

I ran like a coward.

Please. Help, please.

Don't let me...

Not like this.

Not like
this.

(quiet gasp)

You.

I had no money.

I had no resources.

I wasn't ready to be a mother.

But she was.

So she said she'd help me.

- (screaming)
- We made a deal.

She"d keep my secret...

(baby crying)

Oh.

... if she got to keep you.

After I gave you up,

I rambled the state for...

two, three years?

And I heard one of the Howard
boys was looking for a wife.

So I put myself
where he could see me.

Never told him what I'd done.

Where I'd come from.

Once he made
a decent woman out of me,

I prayed to God
for a fresh start.

And He gave it to me.

No.

No, no, no!

We ain't done with me yet.

On the night I was born...

(logs crackling softly)

...did you name me?

No.

Did you kiss me good-bye?

(whispers):
No.

Did you even hold me?

Did you?!

(sighs):
Yes.

(baby cooing)

CISSY:
Wait.

(baby cooing)

Just let me look at him.

(Cissy gasping softly)

(baby cooing)

Lord...

Oh, my sweet Jesus, he's...

(baby crying)

...he's...

(crying continues)

What's wrong with him?

(baby continues crying)

- He's perfect.
- (crying continues)

♪♪

You never even thought
about me, did you?

I tried not to.

But I knew...

I knew I would pay before
my maker for what I'd done.

(exhales softly)

??

- (exhales)
- You were right.

No. You said if
I told you the truth...

I said I'd decide.

And I have.

I'm gonna send you
to Hell myself.

The shack Malachi described fits
the geographical profile

- of the UnSub's hunting zone.
- What are we walking into?

We've already been shot at
by the locals once.

Well, according to Garcia,
a census counter out there

encountered an Appalachian woman
living in the cabin,

but she refused to give
any information.

JJ: Well, the woman must have
raised the UnSub out there.

That's how he knows the area
so well... it was his backyard.

That's exactly where
he would have taken Cissy.

Wait. Wait.

For what?

(gasping weakly):
If you kill me here...

they'll find you.

They'll know everything you did.

Why would you help me?

'Cause I need to pay
for my sins.

But I want you to live.

♪♪

(hinges squeak)

(grunts loudly)

MORGAN:
Man down! Man down! Fall back!

Fall back!

- (dogs barking)
- (rustling, panting)

- Bloodhound has a scent.
- MORGAN: Okay.

We got to split up so we can
cover more ground. Let's go.

(insects chirping)

(quietly):
I have eyes on Cissy.

He's got her rigged to a tree.

MORGAN: Do not approach.
She could be bait.

I'm on my way.

- (Blake gasping)
- (gunshots)

(gunshot)

(burbling)

MORGAN:
Blake?

Blake?

Blake? Blake!

Blake, can you hear me?

Blake!

(burbling)

Blake!

(gasping breaths)

BLAKE:
Start shooting!

- Start shooting!
- ROSSI: Where?

Everywhere!

(gunfire)

- (gunfire stops)
- (panting)

Where's the body?

Where is he?

(Blake continues panting)

(insects chirping)

This is SSA Rossi with the BAU.

We need to drag the lake.

♪♪

(Blake sighs)

How you doing?

My hair smells
like a dirty sock.

But... (sniffles)

Other than that, I'm fine.

Okay.

How are you doing?

I just... I couldn't breathe.

We put 30 bullets
into that water.

Okay.

He's dead... Alex.

- He's dead.
- (sniffles)

We can still press charges
against Malachi Lee.

He opened fire
on federal agents.

My humble opinion,
it's a waste of time.

A jury of his peers

don't take kindly to government
attacks on their homes.

♪♪

You talk to the families?

We explained how Malachi

was instrumental
in the recovery of Cissy.

Only that just raised more...

uncomfortable questions
than we could answer.

I would not want to be
that poor son of a gun

for all the money in the world.

(elevator bell dings)

Magdalene...

It should have been me
he killed.

It should've been us both.

(Cissy exhales)

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator door opens)

♪♪

Something you two
want to tell us?

WOMAN:
Where did you find this place?

MAN (laughs):
Well, believe it or not,

my parents used to bring us here
when we were kids.

WOMAN: Your parents?
They brought you here?

MAN (chuckles):
Yeah.

This place is certainly...

- out of the way.
- You are gonna love it.

No one is gonna bother us.

No phones...

- no Internet...
- No dry cleaning, no takeout.

No calls from your boss.

Good point.

Mmm...

You... need to wait.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Come on.

Oh, this is worth waiting for.

(both laugh)

(sniffs)

(laughs softly)

(sniffs)

♪♪

- (glass shatters)
- (woman gasps)

(water running)

Sandy?

(water continues running)

Sandy?

Sandy?

(door creaking)

(water continues running)

(turns faucet off)

(both scream)

(laughing):
Oh, my God.

What is wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with you?

What are you doing?

Oh, you're so sexy
when you're scared.

Well, uh...

you're sexy when you...

(Sandy screams)

(screaming)

You have three seconds
to give me the keys to your car.

Three...

two...

one.
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