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Previously on Criminal Minds.

Woman, you are driving me
crazy, you know that?

Derek

I don't know.

Derek! Derek, talk to me.

Derek!

Savannah, call Hotch. Call Hotch!
Call Hotch!

Are you there

We did just take down a network
of online hitmen,

but is this is blowback, why Morgan?

Time to die.

Not yet.

Hey.

So next time you ask,

I will not be late for you.

Or our son.

But I don't know if it's a boy.

It could be a girl.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

6 MONTHS LATER

NEAR WICHITA, KANSAS

Mummy!

Mummy, help!

-Mummy, help me!
-

Ronnie? Ronnie!

Mummy! Mummy!
-I can't see.

Jim, wake up! Wake up!

Jim!

Help, Mummy! Help!

Ronnie!

- -Ronnie!

Ronnie, where are you?

Ronnie, where are you?

Help, Mummy! Help!

Ronnie, where are you?

- -

I can't see!

No, no! No!

Hey, hey, hey. Hey. There you are.

How are you settling in?

Oh, you know. Like riding a bike.

Yeah, you know,
I've been meaning to ask,

um, I've got an opening
in my poker group next week.

Why don't you join us?

Er, my dance card's kind of full
these days, Rossi.

You know, getting ready for a baby.

Well, that's all the more reason
to play, you know.

Jump-start the kid's college fund
with a little money.

Okay.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

I left a file in the conference room.

I was just in there.
I didn't see any files.

-You sure about that?
-Positive. No files.

I... I would have noticed.

All right, your eyes are starting
to do that little thing that they do.

-Let's have it.
-Have what?

It's not my birthday.

And I said to you,
"Please, no welcome back party."

All right, look, I'm not saying,

but I was supposed to distract you,

so do me a favor and act surprised
when you go in there, all right?

All right, I got you covered.

And let's just give it
an extra 30 seconds, just to be sure.

No problem.

So my eyes do this thing, huh?

Little bit.

I better work on that before poker night.

Surprise!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-No, you didn't.
-

Not my idea, babe. I was outnumbered.

How long has this been in the works?

Oh, two weeks. You didn't suspect?

I, er, had no idea.

That's good. A certain amount
of cluelessness is nice in a husband.

Amen to that.

A woman is entitled to her secrets,
especially from a profiler.

Well, this profiler may not
be changing any diapers,

but I will tear up some diaper cake.

Oh, you look like
a diaper changer to me.

Yes, you will be
changing some diapers.

Ladies, I was joking, I was joking.
I was...

Look, baby, I was joking. It was a joke.

Yeah, we're on the way.

I'll activate the child abduction
rapid deployment team from here.

- -Yeah, thanks. Come in.

Hey, I have been sent
to commandeer you, sir.

Party's in high gear.

There's been a double homicide
and a child abduction in Wichita.

Er...

I'll go let the others know.

JJ.

Give them 10 minutes.

There's time while
the plane's being readied.

"Parents are the bones
on which children sharpen their teeth."

Peter Ustinov.

Thank you.

Ronnie Brewer is still missing.

Both parents' eyes were filled with sand
and glued shut.

Mr. Sandman, bring me a nightmare.

This is a well-organized UnSub.

He managed to kill both parents,
perform a complicated ritual

and successfully abduct the boy.

Yeah, JJ's right.

It's a lot of moving parts
for one person to orchestrate.

Could we be looking at a team?

This is reminiscent of the killing
of the Clutter family in 1959,

also in Kansas.

That crime was perpetrated
by two ex-cons working together.

The In Cold Blood murders.

But that was a robbery gone bad.

Doesn't seem to be the case here.

Well, assuming Ronnie Brewer
was the ultimate target,

why risk entering the home at all?

I mean, wouldn't it be simpler just
to grab the kid on the way to school?

Well, the abduction of the child
from a place of presumed safety

must be an essential part of his ritual.

Who knows? Maybe the killer had
a score to settle with mum and dad, too.

The sealing of the eyes
could indicate remorse.

He didn't want them to see
what he was doing to their kid.

Then why not just
kill them immediately?

I mean, he must have a reason

for rendering the parents
functionally blind first.

You know, the sand in the eyes
could be a purely symbolic gesture.

The Sandman was a mythical character

who would sprinkle magic dust
in the eyes of children while they slept.

Yeah, but I thought
he was a benevolent figure,

a bringer of good dreams.

Not always. In one version of the myth,

he would actually
pop the eyeballs out of kids

to use as food for his own offspring.

Jeez. I stand corrected.

All right, when we land, Dave,
you and JJ go to the crime scene.

Reid and Lewis, to the M.E.,

and Morgan and I will get set up
at the precinct.

Wichita P.D.
WICHITA, KANSAS

An AMBER alert has been issued

and police checkpoints
have been established.

Here, here and here.

I understand a witness saw a vehicle
leaving the area

about the time of the murders?

That's right. A farmhand
employed by Mr. Brewer.

He reported seeing a white male
in a gray sedan speeding away.

Did he get the make or model?

No. The car was out on the main road,
not the driveway,

so the worker didn't think much of it
until he discovered the bodies.

About what time was that?

Shortly before dawn.

Well, this is a small
agricultural community.

If the killer stalked
the Brewer family beforehand,

someone may have noticed.

Or he could be a seasonal worker
with no local connections.

Which would be
our worst-case scenario,

someone who came from nowhere
and is now headed back to nowhere.

No tread marks anywhere.

The UnSub probably parked his car
along the main road and walked in.

Does the family have dogs?

No. No security system either.

Well, there's nothing around back.

The garage and storage were unlocked.

And I bet the Brewers probably
never locked their front door.

You know, it's not so unusual.

I grew up in a place like this
and that's just how it was.

People trusted one another.

Trust is a good thing.

-So are deadbolts and a Rottweiler.
-

Hopefully some of this blood's
the UnSub's and we can pull DNA.

Lyla Brewer's body
was found in the hallway.

But her husband
never made it out of bed.

He must have been killed first.

Well, it makes sense.

Eliminate the primary threat
before moving on to mother and child.

Mrs. Brewer spent some time
stumbling around out here.

And in the child's bedroom,

and in the bathroom and in the study.

She covered a lot
of ground before dying.

There are, er, fresh scratches
on the floor here.

Too heavy for her to have moved.

What if the UnSub did it to block
the top of the stairs?

Seal off the child's escape, maybe?

Or prevent a blinded Mrs. Brewer
from taking a fall?

Strange that he'd be concerned
for her safety

right before crushing her skull.

I don't get it.

If the goal was the child,

and Jim Brewer's attack
was quick and lethal,

why did the UnSub
let Lyla stumble around

for so long before finally killing her?

-Good to see you again, Dr. Reid.
-Nice to see you.

-Again?
-Yeah.

-We had a case here four years ago.
-Right.

The tornado guy.
That was one for the books.

So, do we have a COD on the victims?

Mr. Brewer's was massive blood loss
from a severed trachea,

most likely a thin-bladed serrated knife.

And Mrs. Brewer?

Her skull was fractured.

Some type of blunt-force trauma.

It's highly unusual for a killer to use
different weapons on different victims.

Speaking of unusual, take a look.

Corneal tissue samples
from the eyes of each victim.

Mr. Brewer's on the left
and Mrs. Brewer's on the right.

Mrs. Brewer's has
many more macrophages.

That's right. It's a natural immunological
response to a foreign substance.

Huh. But the white blood cells
in Mr. Brewer's sample

are completely normal.

Plain English, his eyes didn't react
to the glue.

Plainer English, he was already dead
when it happened.

Garcia's not coming up with much.

The Brewer family was well-liked.

No known enemies.

What about registered
sex offenders in the area?

There's over 1,000 in Wichita alone.

Garcia's checking them out.

Agent Hotchner, the body
of a young boy was just found.

-Where?
-Prairie Creek Road,

a few miles from the crime scene.

The description matches
Ronnie Brewer.

The child's body
has not yet been identified,

but there is growing fear
that it could be Ronnie Brewer,

the boy missing from the attack here
in Wichita, last night.

Stay...

Hey, Hotch, we're done here.

It's definitely Ronnie.
I recognize him from the family photos.

Body temperature
and state of rigor indicates

that he's been dead
seven to eight hours.

So he must have been killed
immediately after the abduction.

Doesn't make sense.
All the effort put into taking him.

Well, maybe the compulsion
is about the pursuit of the child,

rather than the child itself.

Well, if that's the case,
he's gonna try again soon.

With someone else.

Josie!

Time to come in.

I'm texting with Gaby. In a minute.

That's what you said 20 minutes ago.

I want your homework
done before dinner.

Unfortunately, all of the blood
at the Brewer crime scene

was either from Lyla or Jim Brewer.

Nothing from the UnSub.

I just talked to the M.E.

Ronnie Brewer died from asphyxiation
but had not been sexually assaulted.

Unless strangling the boy
was the sexual release.

Or it could have been the UnSub's
first abduction and he panicked,

disposed of the child immediately
once he had him.

The M.E. also said that the type of glue
in the Brewers' eyes

is frequently used for surgical closures,

so the drying process on the skin
is well documented.

15 a.m.

20,

so if that was our UnSub,

what was he doing
in the house for that hour?

All Josie ever does
is stare at that phone.

It's not normal.

She's 13. It's normal.

Girls her age
should be out doing things.

What's so funny?

Picturing you 100 years ago.

"Motor cars aren't normal.

"What the hell's wrong
with the horse and buggy?"

-Good night.
-Good night.

The glue our UnSub used
is sold practically everywhere,

so we can't isolate point of purchase.

A mineral analysis
from the sand, however,

indicates that it came from
the Seneca River in upstate New York.

You okay?

Yeah.

Morgan, we're gonna find the people
who tried to kill you.

He was in his pajamas.

Ronnie Brewer.

Out there by the side of the road,
he was still in his pajamas.

I'm sorry, kid, I...

I don't know, I...

Six months on the side-lines.

I guess I still have a few blisters
where I used to have calluses.

I don't think that's what this is.

Oh, no?

Then what is it?

You're about to be a dad. You know?

You have to expect the world
to start to feel different.

It just feels so hard.

Not as in difficult.

Literally hard.

Like asphalt is hard.

Like pavement.

And children are soft.

Yeah.

Defenseless.

That's why every day,

we try to make this world a little safer.

If there's one thing I'm sure of,

it's that you and Savannah
are going to be great parents.

Charge by the hour, Doc?

Josie?

Josie!

No.

Oh, my God.

Eleven.
-

So what do we know?

Our father's dead, daughter's missing,

but we may have caught a break here.

The mother survived.

Do you know if she's able to talk?

No, she just went into surgery.
JJ's at the hospital with her.

But it's definitely our guy.

Glue and sand in both parents' eyes
and the father's throat was slit.

I saw an alarm panel by the front door.

Yeah, it wasn't activated,

but it did keep a computerized log
of all home activity.

35 a.m.

47 a.m.

An hour, just like the other attack,
but this time he left a witness.

Well, he may have gotten sloppy
and assumed she was dead.

I mean, she was found unconscious
in a pool of blood.

Family have any other children?

Just Josie, the missing daughter.

-How old is she?
-Thirteen.

Preferential sex offenders usually
cross age and gender lines

only when their
preference isn't available.

And Ronnie Brewer
wasn't sexually assaulted,

so we may not be dealing
with a pedophile.

No, I don't think we are.

This is something else entirely.

We're looking for a family annihilator.

We believe he's a white male
in his early to mid-30s.

He is intelligent,
well organized and meticulous.

Family annihilators are often
quick and ruthless,

but this UnSub prolongs
the suffering of his victims.

He appears to kill in stages.

First the father, then the mother
and finally the child.

The mother seems to be
the primary target of the UnSub's rage.

She is forced to endure a sense
of helplessness for upwards of an hour,

while her child is in danger.

So we're dealing with a sadist?

Yes, but not sadism
as we typically think of it.

Despite the savagery of the attacks,

the killer does not derive gratification
from inflicting pain.

It's from observing the panic
in his victims.

The sadism is psychological.

Something may have
happened in the UnSub's childhood

where he felt unprotected.

Perhaps his own mother turned a
blind eye to a real or perceived danger.

And this could explain the ritual
of placing sand and glue

in the parents' eyes,

symbolically blinding them
as punishment.

Ellie Zumwalt survived her injuries,

and this may discourage this UnSub
and make him more cautious.

Or have the opposite effect.

It could infuriate him and spur him
to attack again, soon,

with increased violence.

Residents in remote or rural areas
and families with an only child

should exercise extreme caution
in the coming days.

Thank you.

Still no sign of Josie Zumwalt.

And we scoured every inch of road
in a 10-mile radius.

Well, either she's still alive,

or the UnSub did a much better job
of body concealment this time.

If he did kill her,

why deviate from his
previous disposal method?

My gut says he's still holding her.

But why her and not the Brewer boy?

I'm not sure.

But things didn't go as planned
in the second attack.

Ellie Zumwalt survived.

Okay. Maybe it's like we profiled.

He has to kill sequentially, in the order
of the Brewer family murders.

So, until the mother dies,
he can't kill the child.

I'll have the hospital beef up security.

Yeah.

Guys. Take a look at this.

The hourglass.

Yeah,
it isn't in the Christmas photo,

which was only taken
a couple of months earlier.

Could be a recent purchase
or they might have moved it there

from some other place in the house.

Except we know the UnSub spends
an hour at each crime scene.

What if he brought it
with him as a kind of timer?

Okay. I'll have Sergeant Whitfield

search the Zumwalt house
for a similar hourglass.

It's Hotch.

Ellie Zumwalt is out
of surgery and awake.

Thank you.

We appreciate you talking
to us, Mrs. Zumwalt.

We know this is a difficult time.

My husband is dead, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

We're very sorry.

What about Josie?

Is my daughter all right?

We're hopeful.

That's why it's important that
you tell us everything you can

about what happened.

I was asleep,
and then there was a scream.

It was Josie.

I woke up, but my eyes wouldn't open.

Josie kept screaming.

And every time I went
to where I thought she was,

the scream came from somewhere else.

We realize you couldn't see well,

but could you make out
any features about this man?

No.

He wore something on his face.

They were like, um,
I don't know, glasses.

Like eyeglasses?

No, no. Bigger than that.

More like, um, goggles.

That's all I could make out.

Did he speak?

Only at the end.

"Eleven."-Eleven.

That's all he said.

"Eleven."

Mrs. Zumwalt,

do your or anybody in the family
own an hourglass?

Police found this in your living room.

I've never seen that before in my life.

What you got, baby girl?

What I've got is fail, fail
and more fail.

Remember
Thomas Alva Edison, Penelope.

"I have not failed.

"I've just found 10,000 ways
that won't work."

Okay, let me rephrase what I just said.

I'm currently waist-deep
in what is not working.

Despite the distinctive craftsmanship,

I cannot figure out
who made these hourglasses,

and I haven't been able to find
a single person

who recently relocated
from upstate New York to Wichita.

Something must connect our UnSub
to the Seneca River.

All the sand in the world right here

and this guy brings dirt
from 1,500 miles away.

Garcia, you've confirmed
that the hourglasses were handcrafted?

Oh, for sure. We're talking
top-notch museum quality,

but not by any artisan known

in the high-end
glass-blowing community.

And, yes, there is such a thing

as the high-end
glass-blowing community.

All right, look for boys,
ages eight to 12,

who were sexually victimized
and/or abducted in upstate New York

in the mid-1990s, all right?

Okay. Hit you back if and when.

They're analyzing the sand
from both hourglasses now

to see if it matches what was put
in the victims' eyes.

So far no prints or DNA.

The UnSub's careful.

And precise. I calculated
the width of hourglass necks

with the average grain of sand,
having a .2-millimeter diameter

and a volume
of .0042 cubic millimeters.

Given the weight of the sand, that's a
gravity flow duration of 3,600 seconds.

You know, obviously give or take a few.

Skill level off the charts,
yet his work is unknown.

Not for sale, not even for display.

This guy operates in a vacuum.

Which speaks to the intensely private
nature of his obsession.

Mineral analysis just came in
on the hourglass sand.

Also from upstate New York?

No, it's local.

Most likely from the Platte River.

What's the matter, Sergeant?

It's what they found mixed in
with the sand.

Human bone and tooth enamel.

Please, don't hurt me.

Please.

Hi there.

Er, I was trying to call Hotch,
but it kept going to voicemail.

He's still at the hospital with JJ.
What's going on?

Okay, I did what man chocolate asked.

I got this list.

There are certain things
that should never, ever exist,

and one of those is this
depressingly long list.

Does anything specific jump out at you?

Aside from the horribleness of it all, no.

You know, send me all the police,
hospital and child services transcripts

associated with the cases.

Everything on all of them?

Yeah, I'll print out hard copies here.

Okay. You're gonna need a forklift,

and I hope
you're using recyclable paper,

but on its way.

All right. Thank you so much, Garcia.

Why are you doing this?

I never did anything to you.

I don't understand.

No, no, no. Please! Please, I'll be quiet.

No, don't!
Please, I don't want to go in there!

I promise I'll be quiet! No, don't!

No! Don't!

Please, I'll be quiet! Please!

I want to go home!

Please!

I wonder what
the UnSub meant by "Eleven."

We know he measures the time spent
in each house.

It could be some sort of countdown.

What are you thinking, Aaron?

The hospital report on Ellie Zumwalt.

Her injuries were minor.

It was the gradual loss of blood
that caused her to lose consciousness.

Well, the UnSub must have thought
she bled out and left her for dead.

That was his big mistake.

I don't think there was a mistake.

What do you mean?

What if Ellie Zumwalt
was never meant to die.

That the mistake that the UnSub made
was actually at the first crime scene?

The Brewer murders?
The guy's a family annihilator.

He killed them all. To me
that sounds like mission accomplished.

We didn't understand why he used
two different murder weapons

on Jim and Lyla Brewer.

That's because there never was
a second weapon.

I'm still not following.

Dave, you said that
a large piece of furniture

was moved to block the top of the stairs
of the Brewer house.

That's right. JJ and I assumed
it was to prevent her from escaping.

I don't think so.

It wasn't to set her up for the kill.

It was to keep her from falling down
the stairs and killing herself.

So her skull fracture
was what, an accident?

The victim was blinded,
hardwood floors slippery with blood.

She could have fallen and hit her head
on a blunt object.

That means the UnSub's plan all along
was for both mothers to survive.

Exactly.

-But why?
-That's what we need to figure out.

Josie's fate depends on it.

-Found someone.
-Who?

Patrick Sorenson of Oswego, New York.

He was on Garcia's list
of potential victims.

Abducted by a pedophile in 1993
when he was nine,

raised by a single mother
with substance abuse problems.

A mother who was literally asleep
at the wheel when the boy was taken.

She was passed out drunk in her car,
parked behind their house.

Mummy!

The boy said he screamed for help,
but the mum never came.

Well, that explains the ritual

of blinding the surrogate mother
while she sleeps.

And it gets worse. Listen to this.

While Patrick was recovering
in the hospital,

the mother left a good-bye note
on the kitchen table

and was never heard from again.

She abandoned him.
The guilt must have been too much.

Any idea of the whereabouts
of Patrick or the mother?

The mum never surfaced.

Patrick went into the foster care system
and moved back to Oswego,

where he lived quietly
up until six weeks ago,

when he vanished without a trace.

Garcia can't even find a picture of him
as an adult,

but here, read that part right there.

It says here Patrick told authorities

he got through the assault
by focusing on sand.

His attacker made him
stare at an hourglass,

while the abuse went on.

He was told that if he didn't cry
until all the sand emptied out,

he wouldn't be killed.

So the trauma of the assault was fused
with the image of an hourglass.

And launched an obsession with time,

so much so that he went on
to build devices

that measure it with
extraordinary mathematical precision.

00,

00.

Eleven hours later.

That's what he meant
with Ellie Zumwalt.

He was telling her the amount of time
that he, himself,

had been held in captivity.

And that may be
Josie Zumwalt's timeline.

So the clock is on Ellie, not Josie.

She's got 11 hours to give this UnSub
what he didn't get from his own mother.

30 this morning,

30 this afternoon.

JJ, are you still at the hospital?

Good. Here's what I need you to do.

An apology?

We can do it from here.

This room, one cameraman,
no reporters.

I don't understand.

The man who took your daughter
left you alive intentionally.

But... But why?

Because he needs to hear you express
how sorry you are for what happened.

But it wasn't my fault.

Josie knows that I didn't...

I know. You're not apologizing to Josie.

In fact, don't ever mention her name.

Just refer to her as your child.
Don't even say daughter.

You're really talking
to the man who took her.

Well, how do we know
he'll be watching?

My team's coordinating with local media
to get the word out.

He'll be watching.

And if I do this, then he'll let Josie go?

There's a chance, yes.

Word just in from a local hospital

that Ellie Zumwalt,

recovering from injuries suffered
in the latest attack on local families,

is going to speak to the public
within an hour.

We don't know what
this unexpected statement will be,

but concern is rising as the hours pass

with no word
on her abducted daughter.

Come on, Penelope, think.

Patrick Sorenson didn't
just vanish into thin air.

There's got to be some way that he...

Oh, yes, there might be some
Thomas Alva Edison in me yet.

What do you got, Garcia?

What I have got
is Betty Cordray of Wichita, Kansas,

which I know makes no sense,

but actually, Betty Cordray
is not Betty Cordray,

she's Betty Sorenson of long-lost fame.

The mother
who abandoned Patrick.

None other.
HOTCH: Is she still in the area?

No. She died six weeks ago
of kidney failure,

and then when the paperwork started,

you know, the paperwork
that happens when you die,

her real identity was revealed and
Patrick was called as her next of kin.

That must have been the trigger.

That was when he dropped off
the map in New York.

Yeah, and if he was holding out hope
for answers from that mother one day,

that hope was suddenly gone.

Garcia, did Betty Sorenson
own any property in the Wichita area?

Nope, she lived in a studio apartment.

And after she died,
was she buried or cremated?

Er... Neither.
She was held in the morgue,

Patrick was called to identify her body
but he never showed up.

I guess she's still there?

All right, I'll check it out.

We're recording.

This is a message for my child.

If you can hear me, sweetheart,
please listen carefully.

There's something I need to tell you.

I've been a bad mother,

and I did a terrible thing
to let this happen to you.

It's all my fault.

You deserve better than this.

You deserve so much more.

Even though I know you're brave,

And you're not crying,

you need to know
I cried for you.

You're so much stronger than I am.

Stronger than I am.

Honey,
if you come home safely now,

I promise I will love you
and hold you

and never let
any more harm come to you.

If you can hear me now,
please call as soon as you can.

You know how to reach me.

I promise I will explain to you,
once and for all, why I did what I did.

-Okay, it's over. You did great.
-

You did great.

We'll keep bodies on ice
for as long as three or four months.

If nobody claims them by then,
they get buried on the city's dime.

And Mrs. Sorenson's son
never showed up?

No, ma'am. We tried
to track him down, but...

This is it. Pretty sad.

You live your life,

and you end up
like unclaimed baggage.

Hotch, we solved the mystery
of the bone fragments in the hourglass.

Patrick was going to have
that reunion with his mother,

one way or the other.

Patrick Sorenson has to be
holed up nearby, but where?

Someplace secluded, that's for sure.

Hauling a corpse through the front door
would tend to perk up the neighbors.

Well, if there was an 11-hour clock
on Josie Zumwalt,

the bell just rang.

Don't hurt me. Please.

Please.

Call her.

What?

Your mother.

-Hello Is that you?

Are you all right, sweetheart?

I want to come home, Mum.

Keep it going. Keep it going.

You will. You will, soon.

But first I need to explain to you
why I wasn't there to protect you.

What are you talking about?

It wasn't your fault that...

Yes. Yes, it was.

I need to explain to you
why I did the things I did.

I have an addiction,

and it kept me from being the mother
I should have been for you.

An addiction?

Why... Why are you...

No, don't interrupt me, please.

You just need to listen.
Listen carefully.

I know you're brave.

I know you don't cry.

But you need to come home.

Come back to our house.

He's not gonna let me.

You have to come back to me!
Do you hear me, Josie?

Josie! Josie?

Don't!

No! Please! I don't want to be in here!

No! Please! No!

I just want to go home!

-Please!
-Lies. Lies.

Lies!

I said her name.

I forgot.

It's all right.

Garcia, were you able to trace it?

No. I was so close.

But I have the cell tower
it pinged off of.

I just sent that to your phones.

What's this area like, Sergeant?

Mostly blue-collar residential.

What about that area?
It looks pretty secluded.

That's where the old railroad spur line
used to come into town.

Mostly just abandoned structures
out there now.

We're on it.

There.

Grey sedan.

New York plates.

I've been a bad mother.

I did a terrible thing
to let this happen to you.

It's all my fault.

I have an addiction.

You're so much stronger than I am.

Time's up, Patrick! Drop the weapon!

- -

Okay, the bet's to you, General.

All right, I see you

and raise you 10 bucks.

Oh, hell, no. I'm out.

All right, that General's out.

And the host makes three.

Okay, I'm really trying to figure out
which one of you all is bluffing.

The retired Marine General

or Mr. Rock-and-Roll
Hall-of-Fame over here.

This hand's too good
to waste on a bluff.

Is that the lyric
to one of your songs, Joe?

All right, I think
both of you all are bluffing.

So here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna see your 10

Ooh.

-Boom. What you think about that?
-Step up.

"Never interrupt an enemy
when he's making a mistake."

Ooh!
-Sun Tzu, Art of War.

A book, I believe, both of these generals
may be familiar with.

Okay, it's on you, Joe.

Okay, okay.

-That's pretty good. That's pretty good.
-Full house.

Whoa!

Marines have landed.

Okay. Okay, I don't know if you're ready
for what I got right here.

Oh, I think we're ready.

Because in the words of Mr. Withers,

-"Ain't no sunshine in these cards."
-

No, man!

All right, all right, all right.

No. No, wait. We agreed

25% of every pot
goes to the baby Morgan tuition fund.

Much appreciated.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Where is this child going to school,

Harvard and Yale?

Hey, listen, I really appreciate
you letting me rob you for the night,

but, um, I got to get up out of here.

Come on.
MAN 2: Come on.

For what? You get 25%
out of each pot just for sitting there.

Okay, look here, Pops...

-Said the weasel.
-

Okay, okay, I clearly cannot compete
at this table,

but, look, I got to go
hang out with wifey.

We're taking those Lamaze lessons.

Lamaze. Is that where they do
the breathing to ease the pain?

Yeah, it actually works.

You know, you breathe fast
and then slow, you know, like...

I don't know, like a...
Like a dog or something.

I wouldn't touch that line
with a road crew tour bus.

- -Do you remember everything

you've ever touched? I'm just saying.

Gentlemen, seriously,
this has been a pleasure.

Don't hurt yourselves tonight, all right?

-All right, Morgan, take care of yourself.
-All right. Later.

All right, everybody in.
Come on. Come on, let's go.

I don't need to talk back...

"Lucky I'm sane
after all I've been through.

"Life's been good to me so far."

Joe Walsh.

Hey.

Hey, beautiful.

How was the poker game?

Mmm... Ah.

Broke even.

But this little one chilling inside
your beautiful belly didn't do so badly.

-Whatever that means.
-Don't worry about it.

There's, er, one more thing.

Garcia, she asked me
about a week ago,

who the godparents were gonna be,

as in, "Hello, like, I'm right here,
like, right in front of you."

She'll be wonderful,

but I have a few folks on my side of
the aisle lobbying for the same position.

Oh, Lord. So what are we doing,
god-parenting by committee?

May have to be.

Derek!

TO BE CONTINUED...