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Muriel? I'm back.

Muriel? It's me.

Look, I'm sorry.

Can't we at least talk about it?

Muriel!

Aah! Son of a...

I gave at the office.

Oh, good, you're still here.

Yeah, it's the BAU, Dave.

I've got a pup tent and
k-rations in the closet.

What's up?

Eggroll?

Uh, I'm good, thanks.

Emily, do you think I can
get the next few days off,

use some of my annual leave?

What?

David Rossi, time off?

I think we've entered
a parallel universe.

Hmm.

Ouch. Nope. This is actually happening.

Ok, you can stop the theatrics.

I got a call this evening from Krystall.

Krystall with the "K" and two Ls?

Whoa, wait. What's happening?

Did I miss something?

Uh, she was Rossi's third ex-wife.

She was a blackjack dealer in Las Vegas.

And our love blossomed

as so many of the great ones do,

over a deck of cards and
lots of casino comped booze.

Now, what happened? That
sounds like a love for the ages.

Once we sobered up, we
had the marriage annulled.

Why did I not know about this?

You know the rules. All
gossip funnels through me.

Oh, wait, it gets better.

They got married in one of those

drive-through wedding chapels, right?

Yeah. Two blocks off the strip.

Our sacred vows were officiated
by an Elvis impersonator,

who might have been
drunker than we were.

Have you seen this woman since?

Birthday and Christmas
cards, but face to face, no.

She moved to L.A., got remarried,
had a kid, got divorced.

Now her daughter's gonna get married

here in D.C. next week.

We hope to get together for coffee,

but if that's a new case coming in...

Yeah, there is, and we
can handle it without you.

You keep that coffee
date. That's an order.

Just promise me one thing.

No spur-of-the-moment
trips to Atlantic City.

All right, let's gather the troops.

Yeah.

Married by an Elvis impersonator.

I need to step up my game.

Muriel Gourse, 47, of Chicago, Illinois,

was found dead last night,
stabbed once in the back.

The night before,
24-year-old Amanda Corliss

was discovered in her apartment.

She had also been stabbed in the back.

Same red rose in the mouth.

No sign of robbery or break-ins.

Despite their being a lot of neighbors,

nobody heard a peep.

You know, roses are traditionally

a symbol of passion and love.

The unsub could be connected
to these victims romantically.

Or maybe he wanted to be

and this is what happened
when things didn't work out.

Neither victim showed
evidence of sexual assault,

and there is a dramatic difference
in age between the two victims.

Muriel Gourse's body was
discovered by her husband.

There was also a carton of cigarettes

burning in their oven.

That's an unusual signature.

Anything like that with Amanda?

No.

It feels like
a message, but what?

And to whom?

So we've got no forcible entry,

minimal resistance,
and no cries for help.

I'd say there's a good chance

these women knew the killer.

And with two victims
on consecutive nights,

we can't wait till
morning. Wheels up in 30.

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"Perhaps when we find ourselves"

"wanting everything, it is because

we are dangerously near
to wanting nothing."

Sylvia Plath.

The first victim Amanda Corliss

led a fairly high-risk
lifestyle... party girl,

lots of recreational
drug use and casual sex.

Did she have a job, Garcia?

Uh, do you consider

strolling to the local ATM a job?

If you do, she had a job.

If not, she was a trust fund kid.

Hey, Garcia, was she romantically
involved with anyone special?

Uh, she sort of bounced
around from dude to dude.

On the other
end of the spectrum.

Muriel Gourse was a
middle school teacher,

lived quietly in the suburbs

with her husband of 23 years.

It doesn't get more low risk than that.

It says here
that Amanda's drug use

was primarily MDMA.

But there's also some
antidepressants in the mix.

She had underlying mental health issues.

Muriel's life wasn't
all that idyllic either.

Her and her husband
were seeing a counselor.

Their marriage was in trouble.

Well, maybe
that's the common thread,

dissatisfaction with their love lives.

One stab wound to the
back and no sign of a struggle.

The unsub probably brings
a gun to help control them.

Brings a gun but doesn't use it.

This killer prefers
a more personal touch.

We land in a couple of hours.

Let's be ready to hit
the ground running.

Ha ha ha! Are you... no, really?

I could have sworn it was
"Here comes the bride."

That is your brain doing damage control.

I am telling you, we
marched down the aisle

to "Hound dog."

Really?

Trust me, David, I remember.

The cassette deck was
sitting right there

on the altar between the
Bible and the tequila.

Well, whatever our song was,
it's great to see you again.

I like the silver in your hair.

Did I give you that or...

No, no, no, no, no. My publishers

have been bugging me about looking

more distinguished, so I decided

to go au natural.

So Portia’s getting married.

You must be very excited.

Yeah, that's another way
of saying nervous wreck.

And who's the lucky groom?

Wick Rollins

from Savannah, Georgia.

He doesn't really talk like that.

Sweetheart of a guy.

And she's... Portia’s over the moon.

I'm thrilled for her, for both of you.

Hey, what about you?
I mean, out of the blue

you're... you have a
daughter and a grandson?

Yep. Joy and Kai.

It was a wonderful surprise.

And your ex?

Well, we both realized

we're better as grandparents

than we are as a couple.

But it's turned into
a very nice friendship.

Right. Enough catching up.

I have a proposition for you.

You know, last time we
did something like that...

Relax. Elvis has
nothing to do with this.

What's this?

An invitation.

I want you to come to the wedding

as my plus one.

Portia's ok with that?

This is a girl who has read
all of your books twice.

To her, the most
impressive thing about me

is that you and I were
married for 36 hours.

She'll be ok.

Well, if that's the case,

I'm honored to attend.

Great. Now I gotta run.

Hey, listen. Um, if
you've got time later,

why don't you bring
Portia and Wick to the BAU?

I'll give the 3 of you a tour.

Consider it a date.

Isn't there a dance where
the couple holds roses

between their teeth?

It's the tango, right?

That's actually a common misconception.

Rudolph Valentino did it
while dancing the tango

in the 1921 film "Four
horsemen of the Apocalypse,"

but the authentic Argentinian
dance doesn't involve a rose

or any other flower, for that matter.

Leave some
space on that board.

A third victim was just discovered.

Stabbed in the back,
red rose in her mouth,

just like the others.

So much for a cooling-off period.

Spence, you and JJ go
to the new crime scene.

Luke and Tara are with the M.E. now.

Matt, Muriel Gourse's
husband is on his way in.

Talk to him, see if he
knows something we don't.

It's good to have the BAU in town again.

I was lookin' to say
hello to Agent Morgan.

He retired.

Really?

Yeah. He's married. He's
got a little boy now.

Took the plunge.

Well, don't worry about me.

I'll find a way to carry on, somehow.

C.O.D. for both victims
was a single stab wound

to the back.

Unusual lacerations, though.

How so?

Well, blade was thicker and shorter

than a standard knife.

More like a dagger.

Are those ligature marks?

Yes, ma'am. Initially I thought

that the perpetrator
tried to strangle her

with the necklace she was wearing,

but the ligature marks
were inflicted postmortem.

So the unsub handled the necklace.

Did you retrieve any
DNA from the jewelry?

Unfortunately not.

The killer must have wore gloves.

But I did find something curious

on Muriel Gourse's body, though.

Slight singeing of the eyelashes

and the eyebrows.

And there were traces
of smoke in her lungs.

Her head must have been
forced into the oven.

Mm. While she was still alive.

Drink residue all
over the victim's face.

Unlikely she was consuming any of it,

though that splatter pattern
suggests it was poured on her,

possibly postmortem.

Yeah. I don't think Rita
was much of a drinker at all.

There's not a drop of alcohol
anywhere else around here.

Was she employed?

Yeah. Personal nurse.

Uh, worked the overnight
shift at private homes.

According to Garcia, no men in her life.

The neighbors said she was quiet,

kept to herself mainly,

was fairly active in Church.

Well, her living space
certainly reflects that.

Old-fashioned wardrobe,

music collection from
your grandparents' time.

Her books are mostly romance novels.

Steamy ones at that.

Maybe there's another Rita
deep inside trying to escape.

Or did escape.

Maybe that's what got her killed.

We need to take a closer
look at the other victims.

Maybe they all have something
brewing beneath the surface.

You in the middle of anything?

Black cherry deliciousness.

Why any mortal would eat any... oh!

Visitors!

Penelope, I would like to introduce you

to Portia Richards, Wick Rollins,

and Krystall Richards.

With a "K" and two Ls.

Oh, it's so nice to meet you.

Your reputation precedes you.

I've heard so much about you.

Good stuff. Not good

in the conventional sense,

but not anything that
I don't approve of.

Double negative. Sorry.

It's just... you know what?

People are so judgmental,

and they shouldn't be judgmental,

and that's not what I'm gonna do. Be.

Judgmental.

It is a pleasure to meet you, Penelope.

And the ladies were wondering

if you could escort
them to the restroom.

I... I can do that. It's this way.

I'll be in my office with Wick.

There you go. Down this hall.

She's quite the character.
Is she always like that?

Luckily for us, yes.

My office is this way.

Oh, wow.

A fellow marine gave that to me

shortly before he died.

There's a portion of the
Vietnam veterans memorial

engraved on it.

You shoot?

I do. Tried out for the olympic team,

10-meter air rifle.

Wow. Well, that's impressive.

Would you be interested in a session

at the FBI firing range?

Are you serious?

I'll set it up for later today.

What's so funny?

This girl you're marrying is hilarious.

Well, let us in on the joke, honey.

Oh, I was just... telling a story.

What story would that be?

Oh, it was one of those
you had to be there

kind of things.

This has been a great tour,

but we've got some last-minute shopping

to catch up on.

We still on for dinner
at your place tonight?

Linguini a la Rossi.
Bring your appetites.

It's quite good.

It's a vegetarian...

Talked to Steven Gourse.

Confirmed both he and
Muriel are nonsmokers

but admitted his wife
would sneak a cigarette

every once in a while,
usually late at night.

She suffered from insomnia.

Was it possible she
hid them in the oven?

She knew her husband was wise to her,

and plus Steven said the brand
wasn't even the kind she smoked.

Another thing. None of Amanda's friends

remember ever seeing
her wearing the necklace

that was found on her body.

She liked high-end jewelry,
and that necklace was cheap.

Maybe the unsub brought it with him,

like he did the alcohol with Rita

and the cigarettes with Muriel.

It could be his own
unique form of sadism.

Not only did he dispense physical pain,

but at the moment of death,

he inflicted a
psychological wound as well.

Victim's Dee Stockton.
Single, lived alone.

There's no signs of a struggle inside,

so it must have all gone down out here.

A single stab wound to
the back like the others,

but drenched from the neck up.

I'm thinking the unsub probably
put her head in the fountain.

He brings an item to
each crime scene, right?

So what doesn't belong here?

Maybe now he's
playing hide-and-seek.

There's booze, cigarettes,

a cheap pearl necklace.

I mean, I guess if you consider
jewelry wasteful spending,

then those all qualify as vices.

Well, they could be the unsub's vices.

He drinks, he smokes, and too
broke to buy decent jewelry.

It would prove the
rejected lover theory.

I mean, if he thinks that's
why these women spurned him,

maybe it's payback.

You know, Reid and JJ said that Rita

had an old-time music collection.

Yeah, World War II era stuff.

Garcia, hey, I need you

to check the police inventory
on Amanda Corliss' apartment.

We're trying to find out what
kind of music she listened to.

Ok. So Dee's music was
mostly thirties and forties.

I know Amanda is a
lot younger, but it...

Yeah. Garcia.

Ok. Thanks.

Amanda had an extensive
collection of big band music.

We weren't being specific enough.

About what?

Well, it wasn't just booze.

It was rum and Coca-Cola.

And it wasn't just jewelry.

It was a dime store pearl necklace.

The cigarettes were about
putting her head in smoke.

"Rum and Coca-Cola," "String of pearls,"

"Smoke gets in your eyes"...

- Song titles.
- Yeah.

How did you pull that out of thin air?

Not air.

Water.

"Three coins in the fountain."

We're looking for a male,
probably in his 40s or 50s.

He's brazen and confident.

And the unsub might
be romantically involved

with the women he's killing.

We believe he brought a necklace

to one of the crime scenes,

and he always leaves
behind a single red rose.

Given the diversity in
age, type, and ethnicity,

this person is not zeroing
in on a specific surrogate.

And the
person we're looking for

is more in the Ted Bundy mold.

He's handsome, charming, personable.

He's the type of man you
would probably be drawn to

in a social setting.

This may be a classic
case of Casanova complex,

a psychological term given to men

who move from lover to lover,

discarding them the moment
they've been conquered.

The victims were particularly vulnerable

to this type of seduction.

Amanda Corliss was
unhappily promiscuous.

Muriel Gourse was in
a troubled marriage.

Rita Frazee lived vicariously
through romance novels.

Music is supremely important
to this unsub's ritual,

particularly popular music from
the thirties, forties, and fifties,

and it may in fact be
part of the ruse he uses

to lure his victims in.

We have no reason
to think he'll stop now.

For him, this is a hunt.

And intrinsic to the hunt

is the anticipation of the next victim.

Thank you all.

Hey. Aren't you supposed to be,

like, up to your elbows in fettuccini?

Linguini. But it's not till 8:00.

Listen, do you think you could quickly

check out something for me?

Sure. What?

It's Wick.

This afternoon at the shooting range,

one of our young female
agents was in the next booth.

And when Wick noticed that she
was a better shot than he was...

He didn't take it well?

No. Not at all.

He tried to mask it,

but his carotid was pounding,

his aim got worse.

And... and earlier, in my office,

when Portia had you all laughing,

did you notice how he shut her down?

Yes. He absolutely shut her down.

The coercive control of a misogynist.

- It's textbook.
- Uh-huh.

I can vet him. Let me
vet him. I will vet him.

Penelope...

Sir, by the time I am done,

you will know about Mr. Wick Rollins

of Savannah, Georgia, you will know

what color his shoelaces are,

you will know whether he's an
innie or an outie... Bellybutton.

Penelope, no. I just want
a simple background check.

I don't want you digging
into every nook and cranny.

Oh, no, sir, that's where the bad
stuff is you want to know about.

That's what makes a nook a
nook and a cranny a cranny.

You gotta get...

Ok. I'll limit my search to a level one.

Thank you. Call me if you find anything.

Level two, max.

Maybe 2 1/2.

So the M.E. said Dee Stockton

wasn't sexually assaulted.

Oh, so none of the victims were.

Now, there's a
basic question way upstream

that we haven't answered yet.

How is the unsub meeting these women?

Because it has to be
more than one encounter.

The ritual of courtship takes time.

The only overlap we have at
this point is vintage music.

The killer could be a musician,

could own a record store,

or just share the interest.

Steven Gourse told Matt that his wife

suffered from insomnia, right?

Yeah. Why? What are you thinking?

Muriel Gourse
had trouble sleeping,

Amanda went clubbing every night,

and Rita was an R.N. who
worked the graveyard shift.

The victims are awake when
the rest of the world sleeps.

That has to be the window

our unsub is exploiting, but how?

And who's he targeting next?

I don't understand what changed.

It's not you, Janice, it's me.

I know that! What I don't know is why.

Look. I got a lot of things on my mind.

Well, why don't we get out
of town for a couple days?

We could find some romantic little B&B.

I respect you too much
to play games, Janice.

We need to move on, both of us.

I can't believe this.

You're really breaking up with me?

Aren't you gonna answer that?

It's your wife, isn't it?

I'm late for my program.

Screw you, Craig!

And screw your respect!

Romance, late night,
and World War II music.

Where do these 3 things come together?

Retro night club, concert,

maybe a bar with Rat
Pack style entertainment.

Yeah, but those venues don't fit

Rita or Muriel's lifestyles.

I mean, they were both
shy, stay-at-home types.

What about radio?

What about it?

Well, late-night radio,

it can be all of these things.

The music, the intimacy,

the seductive voice
reaching out of the night

into the privacy of your own home.

Our unsub could be a DJ.

T-minus 4 minutes,
dude. Cutting it close.

Hey. What are you doing here?

I called your cell,
but you didn't pick up.

I have to go to my mother's.

What, now? Tomorrow
afternoon we're supposed to...

I know. She forgot she
had a doctor's appointment

first thing in the morning.

Don't worry. I'll be back in time.

I'll be right back.

I'm nervous.

About what?

Renewing our vows.

You're not having
second thoughts, are you?

I was gonna ask you the same thing.

Don't be ridiculous.

I know. It's just...

You've been acting so different lately.

I'm sorry. It just...
It means a lot to me.

It's... it's everything.

And to me.

Everything I do is for you.

Play my song tonight?

I'll play it twice.

You have a great show.

Sprinkle some happiness to
all the people out there.

I bet that sprinkler's already
been doing some watering tonight.

How is Janice, anyway?

We're done. Not that
it's any of your business.

5 seconds.

Good evening. This is Craig Kaline,

and welcome to the night.

The poet T.S. Eliot said,

"let us go, then, you and I,

"when the evening is
spread out against the sky,

like a patient etherized upon a table."

For the next 6 hours,

while the rest of the city sleeps,

we'll be dancing in the dark,

just you and me.

This is our time,

the time of etherized wakefulness.

I'm seriously gonna hurl.

Gotta be over 100 radio
stations in Chicago.

106 if you count high-frequency outlets

located within the
city's listening range.

Well, Garcia's going over
the victims' phone records,

so if it was a call-in
request-type thing,

maybe a number repeats itself.

The problem is that there
isn't a station in the city

that exclusively
programs big band music.

Maybe an occasional vintage song

is folded into the body
of a different format.

Well, it's
gonna be a long night.

Let's get on it.

Thanks. Garcia said none of the victims

called in to any radio stations.

All right. We may not be looking

at conventional AM-FM radio stations.

I mean, there's... There's
satellite and Internet radio, too.

You're talking about thousands
of niche programs out there.

Great. So our haystack
just got a whole lot bigger.

What concerns me is the
pace of the killings.

I mean, you said it yourself.

The seduction ruse is a long con.

I mean, it takes time to set the bait,

reel the victims in.

These women have been
in play for a while.

The compressed timeline is concerning.

But why isn't he gradually killing

as he phases in new victims?

When invading armies
are fleeing territory

they've occupied for a while,

often they'll burn them to the ground.

That reminds me of the way this unsub

is putting the torch to his romances.

He's on the run.

He knows the end is near,

just like in war, which means

he's closing in on his endgame.

It looks like you got a
little distracted there, Wick.

Thinking about your
honeymoon night instead?

Mom!

What?!

The weapon wasn't calibrated right.

Thank you, Mr. Rossi,

that was an incredible dinner.

The pleasure was mine.

But, please, Mr. Rossi was my father.

Just give me one minute, please.

You're positive?

I am triple positive.

Wick Rollins has been engaged to 3 women

in the last 3 years, and
they all fell through.

Why?

I don't know.

I do know that in each case

the would-be brides
had super rich parents

and Wick walked away with a
hefty financial settlement.

He is a con artist.

Krystall said that
Portia’s father has money.

Does Wick have a criminal record?

Not officially. He
does have two accounts

of domestic assault.

Both times the charges were dropped.

He does have multiple
restraining orders.

He is super bad news.

Thanks, Penelope.

Yeah, we'd love to.

It's just that our request
lines are already...

Ok. I'll convey that to him.

That was Janice. She'd like you to play

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend,"

just for her.

Forget it.

Yeah. Um, thing is there's
an incentive clause.

If she doesn't hear the song,

she's gonna have a chat with Cheryl.

Play it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

We've still got another hour here.

Put on a "Best of."

Morning,
Spence. What do you got?

The unsub's growing his own roses.

What makes you think that?

Well, the branching patterns

and lack of fungal contamination

associated with greenhouses.

Garden roses aren't
as cosmetically perfect

as florist roses, but they're healthier

and have sturdier leaf
growth, like this one.

So our unsub lives in
the greater Chicago area

with a rose garden.

Well, we should have
this case wrapped by noon.

How's Garcia's phone search coming?

Nothing. She is looking
into chat, messaging,

social posts, but it takes time.

Rita was a private nurse in
other people's homes, right?

Yeah. Why?

Well, maybe she used one
of her patients' phones.

You just made a huge mistake.

Hey, Garcia.

You guys were right.

One of Rita's patients is Joanne Willis,

and there were multiple calls
from the Willis residence

in the wee small hours

to an Internet radio station in Chicago.

That could be it.

And what's the station's format?

Songs to be an unsub by,

which in this case is
songs from the thirties,

forties, and fifties.

It is a live call-in show

hosted by Craig Kaline nightly,

and it just went off the air.

All right, let's go.

Did Craig say where he was going?

He just bolted.

Normally I'd say it's some woman.

Craig was a little overwired that way.

Why wouldn't you say that now?

Today's the day he's renewing
his vows with his wife.

You'd think the guy could keep it
tucked in until at least after that.

Do you keep a log of what
music is played here each night?

We archive playlists
going back two years.

Have at it.

So, uh, Craig had a way with the women?

Big-time. How they bought into

his cornball line of BS I'll never know.

Let me show you something.

We get stuff like this every day.

"Dreaming of us dancing in the dark."

This one's R-rated, but there's plenty

of triple-X in this box.

All of the victims' songs are in here.

"String of pearls,"
"Rum and Coca-Cola,"

"Smoke gets in your eyes."

Victims?

What's going on here?

Did Craig play these songs randomly,

or were they requests?

Requests. A lot of the
songs he plays are requests.

Did you get one last night?

Yeah. Uh...

Janice. Don't know her last name,

but this is her number.

What was the song?

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend."

Where'd that rose come from?

No idea.

Craig Kaline, FBI!

Show yourself!

No sign of Janice Fox.

We got an APB out.

What the hell happened here?

Craig finally ran up against
a victim who fought back?

Or Janice was the killer all along.

We profiled rejected lover.

A woman scorned would certainly

fall into that category.

She wanted Craig all to herself.

She tried to eliminate the competition.

JJ said that he was supposed
to renew his wedding vows

with his wife Cheryl today.

That could have triggered Janice.

But he was tortured badly.

That's awfully vicious for a female.

Don't kid yourself.

When native-American warriors

couldn't get information
out of a captured prisoner,

they'd hand them over to their women.

They did?

I should put that tidbit on a plaque

and hang it over my desk.

I don't believe you.

I'm sorry, Portia, but it's true.

He fooled me, too.

But he's not like that.

Wick would never have
done any of those things.

Everybody that meets him, they love him.

Sociopaths are deceptive.

They often have an
appealing public face.

Is that why you invited
him to the wedding,

so he could investigate Wick?

Of course not.

I think you did because
you don't trust me

to make my own choices, Mom.

Your mother had nothing
to do with this, Portia.

It's me. Wick is a dangerous man.

He's been violent
towards women in his past.

You don't even know him!

I don't have to listen to this.

Sweetheart...

No, just leave me alone!

Great.

She's upset.

It's natural to blame the messenger.

Sort of like how I'm
feeling about you right now.

I'm sorry.

I had to share what I knew.

I'll talk to her.

It must be difficult being you,

seeing the monsters out there

the rest of us can't.

Ever wish there was an off
switch to your super powers?

All the time.

Yeah.

That's what I thought.

Well...

Good-bye, David.

Oh, this is interesting.

That's the bracelet
from the crime scene.

It belonged to Janice.

Says it was a gift
from her secret admirer.

Wait a minute.

I seem to remember...

Yeah. There.

That's the same bracelet.

Yeah.

Craig gave it to his wife

in honor of them renewing their vows.

Cheryl was upset because she'd lost it.

Craig took the bracelet
and gave it to Janice.

Yeah. Matt, look at where she is.

She's in a rose garden.

And look at what she's using.

Calm down.

It'll all be over soon.

Spence looked through the box

at the radio station
and he found love notes

from all of the victims.

That's how Cheryl was
deciding who to kill.

She discovered the box.

But Craig's assistant said that Amanda

was the only one he was
having an affair with.

The others just requested
songs now and then.

That didn't matter. The other victims

may have never even met Craig.

But after Amanda, Cheryl saw
them all as potential threats.

So a harmless fan note dropped
in the mail got them killed.

Luck of the draw.

Ok, so if
Cheryl does have Janice,

where did they go?

They were supposed to
renew their vows today.

Maybe that's where they went.

Garcia...

Ohh... here it is.

You should have seen Craig that day.

He was so handsome.

Please don't.

You know, most people take
"until death do you part"

for their vows.

We took that part out

because nothing was
going to take us apart,

not even death.

I'm sorry!

But then it got ruined.

Everything, everyone out there,

they just... They just couldn't...

They just couldn't leave
us alone. They just...

Cheryl Kaline,
FBI. Drop your weapon!

Lower your arms slowly

and leave the gun on the ground.

No.

I'm going to join him now.

You don't have to do
this. There's a better way.

You don't understand.

We don't
understand what? Tell us.

His voice, his music
went out to everybody

through the air.

There was no way of stopping it.

Do you have any idea
what that feels like?

No matter where I was, no
matter what I was doing,

I felt the air around me,

and I wondered if his voice was there,

talking to another woman,

listening to all the
things that she wanted.

Cheryl.

No.

If you don't put the gun down...

You're gonna miss it.

Miss what?

Craig's final show.

He recorded it last week.

Dedicated every song to you.

To only you.

Well, can I hear it?

It's playing right now.

It's in the air,

all around us.

Yeah.

Oh! Yeah, I can hear it.

Oh! It's really him.

I can hear it. Oh...

Ok. Ok.

Ohh...

Oh... ohh.

_

Wow.

I hope I wasn't interrupting
anything, Agent Rossi,

but I wanted you to
hear it directly from me.

Portia and I are going
forward with the wedding.

What did you say to her?

I'm not that guy anymore.

The strength of our love changed me.

Does her mother know?

Yeah. Portia's telling her right now.

Anyhow, that was it.

Just came to see that look of
disappointment on your face.

No hard feelings, but, uh,

you're not invited anymore.

Aah! What are you doing?!

The thing is, Wick, I
do have hard feelings.

You have a history of hitting women.

Nobody can prove it... aah!

You'll marry Portia, you'll hit her,

then you'll agree to go
away for a negotiated price.

Is that about right?

Seriously, you're gonna
break my friggin' wrist.

Oh, no, this is just soft tissue pain.

However, if you want to avoid
real facial reconstruction,

I suggest you take another
sit-down with Portia

and you explain to her you
think she's too good for you,

and then you hit the road permanently.

If you weren't FBI... Aah! Ugh! Unh!

I can't make it out
above all your whimpering.

We're getting married.

You don't scare me.

Why should I scare you?

My job is to stop scary people.

For instance, a guy who
takes a pliers to people

he doesn't like.

Now, let's say that this guy

is up for parole, say, next Thursday

at Angola prison.

And let's just say that
I neglect to show up

to testify against his release.

Now, that guy, he might
misinterpret things.

He might think I did him a favor,

that he owes me one.

And then...

He might look for a
way to pay that debt.

You know what?

To hell with Portia.

She ain't anything special anyway.

I wonder why some men
are like Craig Kaline.

What, horn dogs, you mean?

Is that the medical term?

Lewis, laughing: I believe it is.

Seriously, though, Cheryl...

Before she went off the deep end...

Was a devoted and loving wife.

Why did Craig feel like he had to bed

everything that moved?

You know, it might sound crazy,

but having multiple sexual partners

actually isn't hard to understand

from an anthropological sense.

Over 90% of mammals are promiscuous.

It serves the function
for self-preservation

as well as a coping mechanism
to help relieve stress.

Cheating on your spouse relieves stress?

I think the animal kingdom
got that one backwards.

Well, I wonder how Rossi
and Krystall are doing.

Seeing an old flame
after that many years,

chances are it got
real awkward real fast.

No. No, not Rossi.

With that guy as your D.C. tour guide,

probably painting the
town fire engine red.

I'll have some of what you're drinking.

Neat, right?

Would you mind putting
some happier music on?

I am trying to pretend things
haven't fallen apart completely.

Solitaire, David? Really?

Sometimes you have to
lean into the obvious.

You can play this on
your smartphone, you know.

No. I like the feel of cards,

the smell, the sound they
make when you shuffle.

Better?

Perfect.

♪ Boy, have you ever got it made... ♪

So, anyhow, that's it.

The wedding was...

Over.

Then it was on again.

Then it was over again.

Heh.

Wick hightailed it.

Something changed his mind.

I wonder what.

♪ You really got it made ♪

How's Portia holding up?

She's ok.

My daughter doesn't always show
the best judgment, you know?

Kind of like her mom in that way.

But she's strong.

Also like her mom.

♪ Oh, boy, have you ever got it made... ♪

I'm heading back tomorrow.

♪ Don't let them make that mistake... ♪

Feel like some poker?

I always feel like poker.

I'll deal.

Ahh. There it is.

That old sound...

That trouble's around the corner.

So what's the ante?

That's up to you, David.

House rules.

Well, how about a mint copy

of Johnny Mathis'
greatest hits on vinyl?

You have that?

It's next up on the turntable.

♪ I'll be easy to find ♪

"No matter how far we travel",

the memories will follow
in the baggage car."

August Strindberg.

♪ So that I'll be easy to see ♪

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