Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 9, Episode 5 - Route 66 - full transcript

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♪ Only you...♪

♪ Is all I see of you...♪

No. No.

Come on.

- No. Stop. No.
- Relax.

Please stop. Stop! I said stop!

You little bitch.

(screams)

(screams)

Oh, my God!



(shrieking)

Please, stop!
You're hurting him!

Please stop!

Dad?

(gasps)

(phone auto-dials)

Hey, Jessica, it's me.

I'm sorry, I dozed off.

Um, is everything all right?

Okay. Jack's all right?

Great.

Um, I should be there

in a about a half ah hour, okay?

Yeah, sorry. Thanks.



(phone beeps off)

(text alert sounds)

(sighs heavily)

Hey, it's me again.

I'm... I'm not gonna make it.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

I'll call you later.

(phone beeps off)

ROSSl:
I just put in new brakes.

She's running like a dream.

I've always admired
the aesthetic

of the classic Torpedo C-body.

Especially on the 1947.

They just don't make 'em
like that anymore.

Yeah, well, I'm lucky
to have found it.

Uncle Sal would be proud.

HOTCH: Thank you
for coming in, everyone.

We can get started.

Okay, guys,
meet Samantha Wilcox.

16-year-old junior
in Wichita, Kansas.

Last night, she snuck out
with her boyfriend.

They were attacked.
She hasn't been seen since.

MORGAN: Boyfriend got
a broken jaw and a concussion?

And the description of
the attacker matches her father,

Eddie Lee Wilcox.

- Ex-con.
- GARCIA: Oh, is he ever.

Still on parole;
Eddie is a car thief

and wheelman extraordinaire.

JJ: String of
assault charges, too.

Been in and out of jail
since he was a kid.

We don't usually work parental
abduction cases.

We do when
the abduction's violent

and Dad's a former convict.

He hasn't been incarcerated
in over three years.

I mean,
he's had ample opportunity.

Why pick yesterday
to kidnap her?

Well, he beat the boyfriend

within an inch of his life
to do it,

so taking her had
to be real important.

GARCIA: Apparently Eddie
was none too pleased

that Samantha's mom, Melody,
had decided to remarry

and then move
from Chicago to Wichita.

He lost visitation rights
the last time he got locked up.

So the anger about that
is the stressor

that builds up
over the years.

Last night, he decides
to do something about it.

REID:
This could be vengeance

for taking his daughter away.

If it's revenge
against the mother,

he'll either hurt Samantha
or disappear with her.

She's been missing
for over five hours,

and we know how
time-sensitive these cases are.

The, uh, Amber Alert
is expanding...

every hour and... (gasps)

Excuse me.

MORGAN:
Hotch?

- Aaron!
- (Hotch grunts)

(exhales)

(siren wailing)

WOMAN (echoing):
Mr. Hotchner?

- Mr. Hotchner, can you hear me?
- MAN: Pulse is thready.

WOMAN:
He's not responding.

- Starting lactated ringers
wide open. - Systolic's dropping.

- BP's 90/60. - You stay with me,
Mr. Hotchner, okay?

(echoing):
Stay with me.

(siren wailing)

JJ:
Bleeding internally from what?

ROSSl: They think it's probably
all the scar tissue.

Torn adhesions
from his stab wounds.

George Foyet returns
from the grave.

What's the prognosis?

ROSSl:
He's stable right now.

They did an ultrasound,
but they can't seem to see

- exactly where the bleeding was
coming from. - REID: He'll need

- an exploratory laparotomy.
- Does Jack know?

Not yet. Talked to Haley's
sister Jessica.

We didn't want
to worry the little guy.

And what about Beth?

Left a message but she's
on a business trip in Milan.

Look, I know
you're all worried... so am I.

But a teenage girl's
been abducted,

and Hotch would want us to focus
on the case, not on him.

And that's exactly
what we're gonna do.

When the plane lands,
Morgan, JJ,

I want you to interview
Samantha Wilcox's mother.

Reid, Blake, you go check out
the abduction site. I'm catching

the next flight to Wichita,
and I'll meet you there.

What about Hotch?

Garcia's here.
She's not going anywhere.

Now, let's go find this girl.

Hey.

Breakfast.

Come on,
I know you're not sleeping.

What, are you gonna ignore me
forever? I said I was sorry.

Oh, come on, Sammy.

Don't call me that.

Where are we?

Texas.

Granola bar?

Can we stop and get a McMuffin
or something?

Maybe later,
when we stop for gas.

When's that?

- I need coffee.
- A couple of hours.

You drink coffee now?

Yes.

And I hate granola.

You gonna talk to me?

I cannot believe you did that.

I know. I'm sorry.

I lost my temper.

You just showed up.

You should've called
or something.

I didn't even have time
to say good-bye to my friends.

How many times do you want me
to apologize?

I... am sorry.

But there's nothing I can do
to change it now.

Okay?

No?

All right, then.

We had a deal.

You wanted out of Wichita...
here we are.

But you got to lose the 'tude
or we're never gonna make it.

(sighs)

Angel...

I swear you are gonna love it
down there.

Ocean breezes...

sunny every day.

Nowhere near Wichita.

That's my girl.

MELODY: He's just one
of those guys, you know?

He makes you feel special.

You think you can change him,
but he never does.

JJ:
Were you aware of Eddie's

- criminal background?
- (scoffs) He told me

he was a mechanic.

I thought all those new cars
were part of his job.

But after a while
I noticed things.

- Like what?
- His sketchy friends. Um...

sometimes he'd be gone for days

and then suddenly,
he'd have all this cash.

Was he ever violent with you?

He's got a bad temper.

MORGAN:
What about with Samantha?

MELODY:
He wasn't around enough.

He got locked up
when she was six

and didn't get out
till she was 13.

After that, I moved.

But I wasn't the one
who told him... Sam was.

So they were in touch?

How often are they in contact?

I don't know.
She doesn't tell me anything.

We fight all the time.

I-I thought it was because
she's a teenager, but...

You can't blame yourself.

You did everything you could
to try and keep her safe.

MELODY:
I did all that...

because I've always been scared
she's too much like him.

DOCTOR:
Get him into O.R. 2 right away.

WOMAN:
Yes, Doctor.

(phone rings)

- Hey, Morgan.
- (over phone): How is he?

He's still out. They're taking
him to surgery now.

Well, listen, we need
those big ol' brains of yours,

- if you're ready.
- Born ready. - JJ: All right,

we need you to check out all
of Samantha Wilcox's text

- and e-mail correspondence.
- GARCIA: Okay.

Uh, what am I looking for?
Anything in particular?

She's been in touch
with her dad on the DL.

There might be something
in there.

Oh, and check ViCAP
for any recent armed robberies

between Wichita

and Eddie Lee Wilcox's
last known address in Chicago.

- GARCIA: Why?
- MORGAN: Well, according

to Samantha's mom,
Eddie may have been more

- than a car thief.
- How much more?

MORGAN: Armed robber more.
He may be running

- from something work-related.
- Gotcha.

Uh, they just wheeled Hotch

- into the surgery right now.
- All right, keep us posted.

You know I will.

We should swing east
and hit New Orleans.

It's supposed to be awesome.

Yeah, it's overrated.

Come on. It'll be so much fun.

And I can help drive
'cause I'm in driver's ed.

No time.

Job starts in two days
with or without me.

Then how about Padre Island?

Looks pretty
and it's on the way.

What?

Nothing.

Just can't believe
how grown-up you got.

I missed you, too.

- What? What's wrong?
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't turn around

and don't slouch. Just...

sit up and act normal.

I told you you shouldn't
have beat him up so bad.

Now you're probably wanted.
Oh, my God, Dad,

- what are you doing?
- Relax.

- Everything's gonna be okay.
- (siren whooping)

(siren wailing)

- (exhales)
- What?

Were you gonna shoot a cop?

No, of course not.

Glove box is the first place
they check.

Can I see it?

You ever handle a gun?

No.

Then there's your answer.

This place
is off the beaten path.

Her mother
said she snuck out late.

He must have followed her here
from her house.

Suggests he may not
have planned the abduction.

He just waited
for the right opportunity.

Look at this.

She left her cell phone behind.

Odd for a teenage girl.

Maybe she lost it
in the struggle.

REID: Or it's
a forensic countermeasure

so they can't be tracked
with the GPS.

MORGAN:
Garcia got a hit on ViCAP.

Day before yesterday
two masked gunmen

robbed a pawnshop in Chicago.

25 K in cash and jewels
were stolen.

The owner
and a customer were shot dead.

MORGAN: And so was one of the
gunmen, except he was shot

- eight times with a.45.
- REID: Emptied the magazine.

Overkill?

You think our guy's the shooter?

JJ:
The dead gunman was one

Christopher Corbone.

Spent six years in the same
cell block as Eddie Lee Wilcox.

They were partners.

And Corbone was
heavily connected

to the Riggio family in Chicago.

Mid-level Mafioso thug.

- Sounds like a double cross.
- You know, if he double-crossed

his partner, he's not just
on the run from the law.

He could also be running
from the Mob.

BLAKE: That explains why the
need to grab his daughter

- was so urgent.
- MORGAN: Good guys and bad guys

on his tail.

He has to know
that this doesn't end well.

It doesn't make sense.

If he loves her so much,

why put her in this type
of jeopardy?

His desperation's
making him irrational.

MORGAN: He"s gonna get dangerous
if he gets cornered.

MAN:
I can't tell for sure,

but I'm almost positive
it's that fella on the news.

OFFICER (over phone):
Yes, sir. Can you describe

the vehicle he's driving?

(gas pump whirring)

How much longer
till we get there?

Uh, not long.

Few more hours.

Few as in like three,
or like seven?

Yeah. Yeah, he sure is.

(sniffing)

I need a shower. I stink.

Would've been nice if I could've
packed a change of clothes.

Why don't you take a walk
to that diner up the road,

grab us some sandwiches,
couple slices of pie?

Can't we just drive there
when we get done?

We shouldn't be seen together.

Plus, I gotta hit the head.

Number two.
Might take a little while.

Okay, okay.
Way too much information.

What do you want?

Surprise me.

MAN: Hey, the girl just went
and walked off.

OFFICER (over phone):
Is he leaving with her?

MAN: He looks like he's
going around back

to the bathroom.

OFFICER (over phone):
All right, sir, you sit tight.

We have state patrol units
en route to you.

Don't try any... (click)

Hello?

Hello?

Hey. Hey, you there?

(door opens, chimes sound)

Whew!

Hotter than hell out there.
(sighs)

Yeah. That time of year.

Yeah.

(Eddie mutters)

(sniffles)

(cash register key beeps)

(cash register whirrs)

(Eddie sighs)

(Eddie sniffles)

(cash register keys beeping)

Comes to six dollars even.

(gun clicks)

(distant gunshot)

(gunshot)

(door chimes sound)

(monitor beeping,
respirator whooshing)

DOCTOR 2:
Pulse is stable at 86.

DOCTOR 1:
Retractor, please.

DOCTOR 2: Is it true
what I heard about this guy?

DOCTOR 1:
Yeah.

Serial killer
almost stabbed him to death.

Crazy, huh?

Let's have four units
of O-neg on hold.

(echoing footsteps)

Hi, honey.

I saved you a seat.

Well, no news on Hotch yet.

But Samantha Wilcox was in touch
with her dad a lot.

I got their texts right here.

May I?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

"I hate my life.

"Mom's a bitch. Hubby's a tool.
And Wichita blows.

Why can't I live with you?"
Then dad responds in kind:

"Love you lots.
We'll be together soon."

She wanted him to come get her.

- Yeah. What if they planned it?
- BLAKE: I don't know.

I'm not seeing anything
logistical in nature here.

It's all
emotional outbursts at her mom

and little loving missives
to her dad.

I doubt if she had anything
to do with this, though.

Name's Damon Turner.
54-year-old widower,

father of three.

And apparently, he was
expecting his first grandchild.

- No security cameras.
- ROSSl: He had

a shotgun stashed back here.

Wonder why he didn't use it.

Eddie must have gotten the jump
on him before he could.

JJ: Guy recognizes Eddie,
calls 911.

Eddie clocks it,
caps him to shut him up.

ROSSl:
But the damage was already done.

He already made the call.

Why kill him?

Why didn't Eddie just take off?

MORGAN:
Well, he's in survival mode.

He'll try to eliminate
any perceived threats.

He didn't rob the place.

He left all the cash
in the register.

He didn't have to.

He had money
from the Chicago robberies.

Actually, I think he may have.
Look at this.

Several items were rung up
after the 911 call:

A bag of chips, a pack of gum
and six postcards.

Postcards?
What's he want, a souvenir?

REID:
It's possible.

He knows if he gets caught,
he's going away for a long time.

And being with his daughter
may evoke a need

to commemorate the event.

BLAKE:
But postcards are old school.

Being with his daughter
might actually

make him nostalgic in some way.

MORGAN:
Well, he's headed due south.

Most likely straight to Mexico.

He'll stick to side roads,

and he won't cross the border
anywhere busy.

I'll extend the Amber Alert

and have highway patrol
set up roadblocks.

(monitor beeping,
respirator whooshes)

- Pulse is stable at 86.
- Mm-hmm.

More suction, please.

WOMAN:
Yes, Doctor.

You look so beautiful.

HALEY (laughing):
Oh.

You're not so bad yourself.

I miss you.

I know.

- (film projector whirring)
- Oh!

It's starting.

Oh, look how happy he is.

Who's that?

Her name is Beth.

HALEY (voice breaking):
He's gotten so big.

(gentle laugh)

- Oh, she's really good with him.
- (Hotch sniffles)

She's not you.

And I'm not enough.

Oh, stop beating yourself up.

- You're a great dad.
- (Hotch sniffles)

You always have been.

(Hotch sighs)

It gets hard.

(sighs)
And I'm alone.

No, you're not.

HOTCH:
Jack misses you, too.

Well, then you should talk
about me more.

You should talk more, period.

He's not like you.

He needs to hear the words.

(Haley gasps)

Go. Go.

Go! Go!

Goal!

Ah. Ah.

As you all know, Eddie Lee
Wilcox is armed and dangerous.

He's also smart

and crimina//y sophisticated.

He knows po/ice procedure
and how to use it.

REID: He"s flush with cash
from his robbery

in Chicago, but he"// try
to maintain a /ow profi/e,

so he may resort to his
robbery skills, at some point.

Eddie's a car thief,
and he's a good one,

so he'll switch vehicles often.

JJ: He was last seen
in a Chevy minivan,

but we do not

count on him
being in it for /ong.

MORGAN: So, canvas crowded
parking /ots and ma//s.

That"s most /ike/y where he"//
ditch cars and find new ones.

ROSSl:
We"ve been ca//ing this

a child abduction,

but Eddie's daughter Samantha

may actua//y be
an unwitting participant.

BLAKE:
We know she wanted

to run away from home,

and her father is somehow
taking advantage of that.

MORGAN: This guy"s evo/ved into
a sociopathic spree ki//er,

and he"s got the ego
of a career crimina/,

so there's no telling how far
he'll go to save himself.

ROSSl: That ego may be feeding
a sort of pipe dream...

that if he does escape,
he may actually get

to have a healthy relationship
with his daughter.

JJ: A re/ationship
he be/ieves was taken from him.

BLAKE:
But when rea/ity sets in,

his dream will be shattered,

and that's when Samantha will be
in the most danger.

The majority of these cases end
in either murder-suicide

or suicide by cop.

JJ: Up to this point,
we've been reacting to him,

but the roadblocks
and the media blitz

are set up
to make him react to us.

So, if you spot him,
call for backup

and proceed
with extreme caution.

He's probably sleep-deprived
and irrational.

ROSSl:
The closer we get,

the more dangerous he becomes.

- MAN: Flag on lap 17...
- (engine revving)

WOMAN:
Goats from this region...

MAN (on TV):
We have an Amber Alert

for 16-year-old Samantha
Renee Wilcox of Wichita.

Samantha was allegedly abducted
by her father,

Eddie Lee Wilcox,
who is wanted in connection

with a robbery in Chicago

that claimed the lives
of three victims.

(engine revving)

(brakes squeak)

Sam...
what are you doing?

I was calling Mom.
They don't think

that I ran away;
they think you kidnapped me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We talked about this.
You can't call anybody.

I just wanted to let her know
I was okay.

How long were you on the phone?

Is it true?

Did you tell her where we were?

Did you kill those people?

What?

I saw it on the news.

- Get dressed.
- No, no, answer my question!

I'll explain everything
in the car, but we gotta go!

Come on, please,
just tell me the truth.

Now, Sam! Now! Go!

(bathroom door slams)

This guy's not coming.

Mm. We really haven't been here
that long.

Yeah, but if he wanted
to make a run for the border,

he'd have been caught
in the net by now.

Maybe we made him
switch directions.

We can't cover everything...
Texas is huge.

268,581 square miles,
to be exact.

Largest state
in the contiguous 48

and the second most populous.

"Don't mess with Texas."

Hey, you want to read?
Helps me when I'm anxious.

The Magica/ Mathematics
of Quantum Physics.

Oh. Nope.

I'm good.

I'll wait for the movie.

(engine revving)

Here, put your hair up.

You said you would explain
when we got in the car.

We're in the car,
who-whoever's car this is.

I didn't do what they said
that I did.

Then what did you do?

(scoffs)
I...

My partner went-went crazy.

I was lucky to get out alive.

What happened?

It all, it all went down
so quick,

and I didn't have a choice.

But I-I never should've
trusted him.

- Did you kill anyone?
- S... Sam...

- Did you kill anyone?!
- Sam!

Look...

everything that I am doing,
I am doing for us.

Everything's gonna be okay
when we get to Mexico.

You just got to trust me.

Can you do that?

- Yeah.
- All right, that's my girl.

Now, please
put the hat on, okay?

MAN (over CB): Break one nine,
anybody with their ears on,

we got 10-43's
on every boulevard due south.

Smokeys are checking brakes.
Be advised.

MAN 2 (over CB):
10-4, neighbor.

Thanks for the holler.

Damn it.

- What?
- (sighs)

Change of plan.

(indistinct radio communication)

- Thanks so much.
- (phone rings)

Hey, what you got, good-lookin'?

Still nothing on Hotch.

I-I have sort of something
on Samantha Wilcox.

She just called her mom from
a motel in Odessa, but they...

That's only 103 miles
west of here.

Alert local PD.

- We're on our way.
- Wait, wait, wait...

I already did that;
I called the police,

and Samantha and her dad
are nowhere to be seen.

- Sorry, sugar. - He won't like
the idea of her calling home.

That phone call will probably

drive a wedge between
the two of 'em.

Well, we're close
and he knows it.

Maybe he'll make a mistake.

What are we doing?

EDDIE:
We need a new car.

- (shuts engine off)
- Sit tight.

Okay.

- Hey!
- (grunts)

- What the hell you doing?!
- (grunting)

- What do you think
you're doing?! - Dad!

- (grunting)
- (Samantha screams)

(gunshot)

(panting)

S-Sam.

Sam!

Sam...

Get the bag.

Get the bag.

- Go!
- Uh-huh.

(groaning)

Get in the truck.

You drive.

- Okay.
- Drive. Go, go.

Okay.

(Eddie groaning)

(starts engine)

DOCTOR 1:
Look at this.

It's messier than we thought.

- Bovie catheter.
- WOMAN: Yes, Doctor.

(alarm beeps)

DOCTOR 2: Whoa.
Pressure's dropping. 80/50.

(film projector whirring)

(no voice)

HALEY:
She's cute.

MAN:
Excuse me.

(grunts)
Sorry.

Ooh, ooh, pardon me.

Oh. Ah.

I hope I didn't miss anything.

What's he doing here?

Oh, it's okay.

I invited him.

Wowza.

- She is hot.
- HALEY: Mmm, isn't she?

FOYET: I would tear that up.
(chuckles)

Hey, I bet she's a real tiger
in the sack, huh? (chuckles)

- Ooh, popcorn?
- No.

- Would you like some?
- Ooh, yes, thank you.

Oh...

(grunting)

(gunshot)

(electrical whine)

(paddles clack, alarm beeping)

DOCTOR 1:
Uh, he's in V-fib.

DOCTOR 1:
Pressure's still dropping.

DOCTOR 2: Get the paddles ready.
Charge to 150.

NURSE:
Charging to 150.

(power whining)

Clear.

Haley!
No, no, no.

I need more pressure.

Somebody help me!

Help me, please!

Could you pipe down
a little bit?

Haley, I'm sorry;
this is all my fault.

Oh, my God, come on.

I can't stop the bleeding...

I can't stop the bleeding!

It's okay.

You're not supposed to.

She's right.

So can we watch the show?

Thank you.

Well, they left in a hurry.

Owner says they were here
less than an hour.

And none of the motel guests
saw anything.

Take a look
at this robbery footage.

Chicago PD apologized
for the delay.

ROSSl: Clearly not the first
time they've done this.

This the only angle we got?

Cameras inside weren't working.

Muzzle flashes.

- JJ: Then they argue.
- What about, though?

Shooting the people inside
wasn't part of the plan.

JJ:
This is where it gets good.

The gun jammed.

That explains the overkill.

- (phone rings) -REID: He didn't
double-cross his partner.

His partner double-crossed him.

Hey, girl. Got you on speaker.
What's up?

GARCIA: Hey. An unidentified man
was just found shot and killed

at a truck stop parking lot
outside of El Paso.

JJ:
Sure that's our guy?

Well, a Mustang
was reported stolen

less than a mile
from your current location.

It's in the same lot.

El Paso.

He's on the border.

He wouldn't cross there, though;
it's too busy.

Go back through
his life again, Garcia.

He's feeling the heat,

so he's gonna default
to something familiar.

The answer's in there somewhere.

- Done and done.
- ROSSl: Penelope!

Any word on Hotch?

GARCIA: Still no news.
But I'm about to...

roust the nurses for some intel.

ROSSl:
You go get 'em, girl.

Sam, are you okay?

I just keep seeing
that guy that you shot.

(sighs)

He probably would've killed me
if I hadn't have done that.

And then I would be on ice
and you would be halfway home.

Everything is
gonna be okay, kiddo.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I promised I would always
take care of you.

I meant it.

I will never...

leave you again.

Okay.

(indistinct radio communication)

Okay.

My money says

this guy caught Eddie trying
to steal his car.

There's a struggle,
but Eddie gets the upper hand,

shoots him in the gut
and then drags him over there.

He takes his wallet, not because
he needs the money, but so

- we can't I.D. Him as quickly.
- REID: 'Cause the minute we do,

we know exactly what kind
of car they're driving.

(phone rings)

Hey. Break it down,

- baby girl.
- Okay, here we go.

Eddie's story is way more tragic
than we thought.

We know his mom died
in childbirth

and his dad committed suicide.

What we didn't know was
that he's the one

who found his father's
dead body.

- He was only five.
- GARCIA: Yeah.

A postman called the cops when
he smelled something horrible.

Turns out that little
kindergarten-sized Eddie

was in the house with the corpse
for two days.

And it was in the middle
of a crazy heat wave, so...

REID:
Wait a minute, Garcia.

Eddie's father died February 2.

Uh, correctamundo.

The average temperature
in Chicago in February

is 26 degrees Fahrenheit.

CHICAGO:
Oh. No, they weren't in Chicago.

They were in Los Angeles
because...

his father had a job opportunity
that fell through,

which he apologized for
in his suicide note

that he wrote
on a stack of postcards.

- REID: Are you sure
that they drove? - GARCIA: Yeah.

Because the postcards were from
stops they made along the way.

I think I know
where they might be headed.

Can't get his pressure up.

It's 80/40.

- DOCTOR 1: One more mig of epi.
- DOCTOR 2: We need that O-neg.

- Haley, I'm sorry. This is all
my fault. - (Haley chuckles)

Oh... (chuckles)

(Foyet and Haley sigh)

- That was awesome.
- Mmm.

HALEY:
Well...

it's time to go.

I gotta go take a leak.

I'll meet you guys in the lobby.

- All right?
- Okay.

HALEY:
We//, this was fun.

- I don't want you to go.
- (chuckles)

What about Jack? And Beth?

They need you now
more than ever.

- Just a little while longer?
- There's no time.

Please?

(laughs)
You have to go back now.

I want to stay with you.

I know you're the big boss man,

but you can't always have
your way, you know.

Sometimes you just have
to roll with it.

I don't know how.

Happiness is a choice.

So choose.

But how?

How do I choose?

Get out of your head.

The heart is the one that knows,
so follow it.

- Nice car.
- FOYET: Hey!

What gives? I thought
we were gonna meet in the lobby.

Oh, anybody gonna catch
the subway downtown?

I hear it's gonna be a hot one.

(chuckles)
No?

All right then.

Hey... this was great.

Huh?
We gotta do this again.

Come here, big guy.

(groans)

Take care of yourself,
all right?

Geez Louise,
loosen up a little bit.

Would it kill you to smile?

Seriously.

Beth's a keeper.

And Jack really likes her.

So don't screw it up.

Bye, Aaron.

And, yes,

I still love you, too.

(car door opens)

(engine starts)

Sam, wake up.

Sam.

Check it out.

Looks just like it did
when my dad took me here

when I was a kid.

It's beautiful.

♪ Ain't got time♪

♪ Ain't no more bad vibes...♪

Oh, no...

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

- (siren wails)
- Hang on.

Get out of the car, Sam.

- Get out of the car, Sam.
- Okay.

- Get out of the car. Get out.
- I'm coming.

- What are you doing?
- Stay back.

- Get back, I said get back.
- Wh-What are you doing? Stop!

- What are you doing? Dad!
- I'll shoot. Stay back.

- Dad, stop. Don't. What...
- I'll blow her brains out,

- I swear to God. Stay back.
- Stop, please!

Stay back. Go, go, go.

- I said get back. I'll shoot.
- Dad, stop.

- Get back or I'll shoot her.
- (Samantha crying)

(monitor beeping steadily)

WOMAN (over P.A.): I.V. Tech
to third floor.

I.V. Tech to third floor.

Hi, sir.

Welcome back.

Do you feel okay?
Do you need anything?

- What happened?
- Uh, you...

you collapsed, and... and they
performed emergency surgery

because you were
bleeding internally.

The doctors said
it had something to do

with the stabbing,
but you're fine now.

There were some
complications with the...

operation, but you're...
you're okay.

I mean, you're, like,
as healthy as a... a puma...

a bedridden puma... but my point
is you're gonna be fine.

Where's Jack?

He's at home with Jessica.
Shall I send for him?

- Please.
- Okay.

Uh, and I need my phone.

Thank you.

- Need to call Beth.
- Okay.

Uh, so, I'm gonna call Jessica

and let the team
know you're okay.

- Oh...
- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.
- Sir, I'm sorry.

I'm just, I'm... I'm...

really happy you're back.

You had us worried sick.

Garcia...

...thank you for staying.

Oh... (gentle laugh)

Wild horses, sir.

Just... wild horses.

(auto-dial beeping)

Honey, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

I would never...
I would never hurt you.

Why did you do that?

I so sorry,
I did not mean to scare you.

You said you were gonna
blow my brains out.

I just needed some time
to think, baby.

I just needed...
I needed a little time.

- I'm... I'm so sorry.
- MORGAN: Eddie Lee Wilcox.

This is the FBI.

We can work this out,
but you have to let Samantha go.

Come on, she's your daughter.

Do the right thing, Eddie.

Has he said anything yet?

- ROSSl: Not a word.
- REID: Statistically speaking,

the longer this takes, the worse
his daughter's chances get.

I don't know. If he was
gonna do something to her,

- he would've done it by now.
- MORGAN: But now he's trapped.

The game's changed.

I want to try something.

What are you doing, Dad?

I don't know. I don't know.

(phone rings)

MORGAN:
Eddie.

Pick up the phone, man.

We only want to help you.

Come on, think about Samantha.

(phone ringing)

- What?
- JJ: Hi, Eddie.

This is Agent Jareau
with the FBI.

You can call me Jennifer.

What do you want?

(over phone):
Same as you.

I want Samantha safe.

EDDIE:
She's fine.

Can you, uh, put her on the
phone, so I can hear for myself?

- Go ahead.
- JJ: Samantha?

- Yeah?
- You okay?

- Yeah. - Is there anything
you guys need?

For you to get the hell
out of here.

You know I can't
do that, Eddie.

But I can help get
your daughter to safety.

Look, Eddie, I know
all you've ever wanted

is for her to be happy and safe.

Does she look happy to you?

And there's a bunch of police
out here with guns.

Her safety's
definitely an issue.

Eddie, I know why you
took her to the ocean.

You wanted one last trip.

Same as you had with your dad.

I know exactly how you feel.

And how do I feel, Jennifer?

What is she talking about?

I lost someone too, once.

(over phone):
Same way you did.

Don't talk like you know me.
You don't know me.

(over phone):
My sister.

When I was 11, she, uh...

cut her wrists with
one of my dad's razor blades.

Found her in the bathtub
the next morning.

Shut up!

Don't make Samantha
feel the same way we did.

It will change her

forever, the same way
it did us.

Shut up, damn it!

I said shut up!

Damn it!

Eddie...

ROSSl:
He's not coming out.

SWAT should get ready.

(helicopter flies over)

Sam, you gotta go.

What?

I love you so much.

More than you will ever know.

Dad...

You're the only
good thing I ever did.

Dad, please...

I am so sorry for this.

But you got your whole life.

So...

baby, you gotta go.

What are you gonna do?

ROSSl:
He lets her go,

he either shoots himself
or shoots his way out.

Baby... please...

- Baby, you got to go.
- No.

- Get out!
- No! (gasps)

REID:
There she is.

- Sam, Sam...
- I...

am not leaving.

- Sam!
- No, I'm not leaving.

I know what you're gonna do.

And you promised you would never
leave me again.

They are gonna lock me up
and throw away the key.

I don't care.

At least I can...
at least I can visit you

and I can write you letters.

Why?

All I ever do is lie
and I... and I screw up.

That is all...

that is all I ever do.

- No...
- There was no job in Mexico.

There was nothing.

I'm nothing.

I won't leave you.

So please...

don't leave me.

Look.

No, no,

- no, no... no!
- It's okay. It's okay.

- Shh! It's okay. It's okay.
- Dad!

- Dad!
- (Eddie continues indistinctly)

- (door opens)
- Excuse me.

Sir, you have a visitor.

Dad!

Buddy...

Oh, easy...

Are you okay?

I am now.

HOTCH:
"Life is a dream.

Rea/ize it."

Mother Teresa.
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