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Help me.

Louise.

Okay. It's okay. Help is on the way.

No!

Dreaming again?

Same one?

Maybe you should see a counselor.

It might help them to stop.

Only one thing is going
to help them to stop.

None of it was your fault. You know that.

Baby, you can't go on like this.

You need your sleep.

I'll be fine.

Yeah, I know.

That's what you keep saying.

Go back to sleep.

No way.

Are you ever going to turn that page?

I haven't finished it yet.

You miss him, huh?

Yeah, me, too.

Me three.

That's not a lot to go on, Emily.

I know.
But it's him. I know it is.

And now he's stateside.

People get shot in New York every day.
What makes you so sure?

Geography, MO, victimology,

Chikatilo in Russia,
Jack the Ripper in London,

last month it was the Boston Strangler.

Now, it was a single homicide,

so I thought maybe that was just me

trying to see
something that wasn't there.

But now he's in New York
copying the Son of Sam.

It's him. I know it's him.

Berkowitz shot two people
in that first Son of Sam murder.

You've only got one victim here.

Yes, but it happened in the same
neighborhood in the Bronx,

and ballistics confirmed
it was a .44 caliber bulldog

exactly like Berkowitz used.

In Boston he used nylon stockings
to strangle an elderly woman

one block from where DeSalvo's
first murder took place back in 1962.

We haven't been invited in
by Boston or NYPD.

And you know the protocol gets tricky.

Technically it's serial.

FBI has jurisdiction.

Well, if you count
the international kills, yes.

But we're gonna have to get
permission from the DOJ.

Good people died
trying to catch this guy, Hotch.

I need your help.

Okay. We're somewhere
over Texas right now.

How soon can you meet us
in New York?

I'm already on my way.

"Originality is nothing
but judicious imitation."

Voltaire.

What makes us so sure
it's all the same guy?

Well, Emily believes it's how precisely
he's mimicking each crime.

Go ahead, Garcia.

Okay. This is all streaming
to your tablets.

Feel free to follow along.

I give you Andrei Chikatilo.

His first victim was in 1978.

It was a 9-year-old girl
whose body was discovered

in the Russian city of Rostov.

She was sexually assaulted,
strangled, and mutilated.

He also took eyeballs as trophies
and ate some of his victims' organs.

Ugh. I now give you
10-year-old Natasha Dudechenko.

Her body was discovered
two years ago,

also in Rostov, roughly a mile away

from where the original
body was found,

and tragically in much
the same condition.

The Russian police apparently
spotted a suspect

near the crime scene, but he eluded
capture in the crowded train station.

Chikatilo actually confessed to 56
murders committed between 1978 and 1990.

Well, the timeline and the body count

probably don't matter as much as
geography and the copying of the MO.

It was the same last year in London.

It was, indeed. Three women were
discovered in Whitechapel,

which is a district in East London,
all within a month,

and all eviscerated à la Mr. Ripper.

The third victim was Scotland Yard.

And that's when Emily almost got him
in that undercover operation.

If this is the same UnSub,
he would be incredibly rare.

He's both criminally
and forensically sophisticated,

and the fact that
he's been able to function

and evade capture in three countries

means that he's highly intelligent

and almost certainly multilingual.

And he's got some money
in his pocket, too.

Travel takes financing.

Lewis is flying in from an assignment
in Atlanta.

And we'll all connect
with Emily in New York.

Well, it'll be good to see her again.

Too bad it's gotta be like this.

NEW YORK

Excuse me, I'm looking
for an Agent Prentiss.

You found her.

Oh, hi. Dr. Tara Lewis.
Really happy to finally meet you.

I've heard great things.

Every bit of it's true. I've been looking
forward to meeting you, too.

I see you got a head start.

Two years' worth.

I heard you almost
got him in London.

I'm... I'm really sorry
about what happened.

Yeah, me, too.

Were you close to the Scotland Yard
inspector that got killed?

No. I mean, I knew her,
of course, but, no.

There she is.
-

-Hi!
-Hi.

We missed you. How are you?

Good. Good.
It's so great to see you guys.

-Oh, brainiac, I love the 'do.
-Hi.

-Thank you for coming.
-Of course.

Rossi and JJ are headed
to the crime scene.

-I'm assuming you want to join?
-You assume right.

You know, I can't believe it.

The whole ride down here,
you didn't mention the guy once.

I'm just saying.

What

Okay, guys, I'm sorry. I was going to.

I was just giving you space.

I mean, he just left.

You must still be raw.

I remember leaving you guys
both times. I was heartbroken.

I'm sure he's gonna be okay.

He's with his family, and he's... Morgan.

How are you guys doing

Yeah. I mean, some days
are better than others.

Actually, I was giving you a hard time

over your boyfriend Mark.

Wait... How do you know about Mark?

Oh, come on, I'll give you one guess.

Garcia.

You must be the Feds.

I'm McLeary. This is Rawlings.

I'm SSA Rossi.

This is Agent Jareau,

Agent Prentiss here is with Interpol.

This is it right over here.

What can you tell us
about the victim?

Her name was Camille Harrison.

26-year-old bartender from Yonkers.

Cause of death was a single gunshot
wound to the head.

There was someone else in here.

See the blood spatter shadow
on the passenger seat?

Yeah, we picked up on that.

Figured the shooter was
standing right here

outside the driver's side window

while Ms Harrison was at the wheel.

You guys find any blood trails?

No. But it rained last night.

It compromised the scene.

If someone else was here,

that matches the MO of the
Son of Sam murders.

Berkowitz's first victims were two girls
he shot in a car.

Yes, but one of them was
only hit in the leg and survived.

But you're assuming
there was a second victim.

We only got one stiff.

Okay, but let's say
somebody else was shot.

What would they do?

- -I'd get the hell out of the car and run.

Yeah. And I'd go this way.

That's where the closest busy street is.

So if I'm hurt, maybe I stumble.

Hello. I've got something here.

Do you have an evidence
collection kit in your car?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

With obstacles at every turn,

the great Pacific salmon runs on,
upstream,

sometimes even uphill,
but always onward.

With mother nature as his guide,

he adapts from saltwater to fresh

and moves from the oceans
to the rivers

to take the most important
journey of his life...

The return home.

He follows the same route countless
generations before him have,

and this epic voyage culminates

in the very spot where life began.

And then, in what seems
like a cruel twist,

after they spawn, they die.

But there are no endings in
the eternal cycle of life,

only new beginnings.

Oh, buddy, I remember
why I missed you so much now.

Guys, I noticed a pattern.

The UnSub only kills between the
months of March and September.

Makes sense. It's easier to move around

-in the summer months.
-Go ahead, Garcia.

I have got absolutely nothing
on my passport search.

I've been trying to pinpoint travelers

who were in America, the UK,

and Russia at the time of the murders.

I have zero matches.

Hey, we should also look at diplomats.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, it's you, hi!

Hey, you.

Oh, my God! You're here!

You're not here here,
but you're in the country here.

I miss you. How are you?

-Garcia.
-Oh, yes, sorry.

Uh, Diplomats. Explain.

Well, what if he's part of some
kind of diplomatic envoy?

Someone attached
to an embassy would have money

and could travel with ease.

Not to mention diplomatic immunity.

It would also explain
him being multi-lingual.

Still would have to
go through customs, though.

I got a match.

It's not really a match.

Why not?

Because I don't think our UnSub

is his Excellency Dr. Sanjay Shah,

61-year-old Indian ambassador
to the UK.

He was in London at the right time,

but he's currently speaking at a
climate control conference in Miami.

Guys, we got a woman who was
shot in the leg in the Bronx.

Claims she was mugged, but she was
in the area at the right time.

Hi. Monica?

My name's Jennifer. This is Emily.

We're with the FBI. Do you mind if we
ask you a few questions?

FBI? I already talked to the cops.

We'll be quick. Promise.

It's not like I'm going anywhere.

Okay. Can you tell us
how you got shot?

Some white dude mugged me.

Took my purse, my phone.

Shot me in the leg.

I already told the cops all of this.

Can't you just talk to them?

Okay, Monica, look,
I'm gonna keep this 100

because I don't have a lot of time.

Have you ever heard of Interpol?

No.

It's an international police organization.

And I'm talking like 190 countries.

We help cops all over the world.

Wait, but you said you were FBI.

I am. But I'm also attached to Interpol.

And part of my job is to hunt down
serial killers.

-For real?
-For real.

The guy I'm looking for

I have tracked all the way from Russia

to England to here.

So far he's killed
six people that we know of.

The youngest was a 10-year-old girl.

The oldest was
a 72-year-old grandmother.

Oh, my God.

So tell me what really happened to you.

Please... If my father finds out...

He's not here.

Okay? It's just us.

Tell us what really happened.

Uh, we pulled over.

His girlfriend was driving,

he got out of the backseat of the car,

and then I heard this bang.

- -

Her blood was everywhere.

It was all over me.

Okay, okay.
Let's start at the beginning.

How did you meet him?

Um, he...
He texted me from my internet ad.

I escort sometimes, but only
when I really need the money.

Do you remember his name?

Mike.

He was trying to hook up
a threesome with his girlfriend.

I don't do that.

But he said he'd give me 300
just to show up.

I thought he was gonna rob me.

But he just shot me and walked away.

Did he have an accent?

Could you tell where he was from?

No. He was from here.

He was American.

NYPD doubled their patrols in Queens,

where Berkowitz hunted next.

He may not try to hit Queens.

He only copycatted one murder
in Boston before he moved on.

Maybe now that he's
back home in the States,

he's accelerating
for some reason or another.

It might be because we have so many
serial killers to choose from.

So the cell phone he texted
Monica DeJesus with was a burner.

You know, somehow
he managed to talk Camille Harrison

into a threesome with a prostitute.

This guy must be quite the charmer.

You are not kidding.
The amount of germs exchanged

in a situation like that
could be astronomical.

Well, maybe Camille
was into that kind of thing.

Fair enough.
But the UnSub barely knew her.

We would have had calls,
texts, something.

Everyone she was
in touch with checks out.

And he let Monica live.

Copying the MO was
so important to him,

he needed to keep one of them alive.

One of our squads thinks
they spotted someone

that matches your guy's description.

He entered a warehouse in Queens.

Clear.

Clear!

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

We're clear over here.

Clear.

Clear.

That's the whole building.

He's not here.

Agents, McLeary here.

We found something
about a block over.

Damn it!

We almost had him.

Victims are Trent
and Rhonda Klein, both 46.

Trent was a corporate lawyer,
Rhonda was an ad exec.

Survived by their two daughters.

How old?

12 and 10.

.44 caliber.

But he uses a bulldog revolver.

It doesn't eject shells, and it only holds
five rounds.

Okay, I know we need to wait
for the ME's report,

but I count seven
different entry wounds.

She's got at least six.
So he had to reload twice.

Berkowitz didn't do that.

And he was a misogynist.

The only man he shot
was a guy with long hair

that he thought was a woman.

This UnSub's out of control,
and this is overkill.

So what was it about these two
that made him lose it?

Well, he could be evolving, finally
figuring out what it is he really likes.

What is that?

Hey.

Ugh.

That is a Rolex.

Why so angry all of a sudden?

You know, this is an expensive car.

And those princess-cut diamonds
in her ears are at least a carat each,

but he didn't take any of it.

We profiled he has money.
He doesn't need those things.

Yeah, but these are the first victims
that actually had money.

Look what he did.

He punished them.

So maybe it's some kind
of self-loathing thing.

Or maybe we got it wrong.

I mean, just because the guy's
educated and multi-lingual

doesn't mean he comes from money.

Maybe it's exactly the opposite.

Maybe he hates people with money.

We should deliver the profile.

The man we're looking for is
a narcissistic copycat killer.

Typically, copycats have identity issues
and low confidence,

which is why they emulate others.

But this guy's different.

Confidence is the one thing he's full of.

He is brazenly replicating
high-profile murderers

and he's doing it globally.

He is only active between
March and September,

which means he has to do something

between October and February
to bankroll it all.

Probably a cash business.

That way he doesn't leave a paper trail.

Given his skill set,

we're thinking thief, drug dealer,

maybe even organized crime.

Because we got close to him,

he's probably already on the move.

He's extremely mobile,

so canvass airports, train,
and bus stations.

His fascination with serial crime

is deeply embedded in his psyche
and part of what drives him.

Which means he was probably exposed
to serial crime at a young age.

He may have been a victim,
related to a victim,

or even connected to a perpetrator.

Unfortunately, there's no doubt
he'll strike again.

It's just a matter of who he decides
to copy next.

It's not polite to stare, you know.

Are you bored?

Yeah, me, too.

It's a long ride.

Coming or going?

Going to see my grandpa.

Well, that's good.

Family's important.

Where's your dad?

I only stay at his house
some weekends.

What is it?

It's a bullet.

That one's lucky.

Want to know why?

Because it doesn't
have your name on it.

Yeah, I've had that dream
many times myself.

Bullets just bounce right off of him.

I keep firing and he keeps coming.

I always wake up
right before he grabs me.

I'm literally losing sleep here.

Some cases just stick with you.

Makes sense that this one's important.

I just wish I can flip a switch
or something to control it.

The only way to control it
is to surrender to it.

If I do that, then I have to face the fact

that I might never catch this guy.

Yeah, but by that logic,

you also have to face
the fact that you might.

One thing you can't do is
blame yourself.

For any of it.

Yeah.

Easier said than done, you know?

Tell me about it.

Guys.

I found something.

If the UnSub has moved on,

I was trying to discern
where he might go.

Based on the time of death
of his most recent victims,

I was able to estimate
just how far he could get.

Now, if he's somehow managed to get
on an airplane, however,

he could be anywhere
in the world right now.

Kennedy, LaGuardia, and Newark
are heavily covered.

It'd be hard to get through that net.

Exactly. So his most
likely mode of transport

would be a train, a bus, or a car.

I looked at departure schedules,
I factored in possible travel speeds,

and it appears to me he could not have
gotten past this.

That's a lot of real estate to cover.

What's the deal with these?

Each of these represents
the most famous killers

of the past 150 years.

Wow, look at Chicago.

I went as far back as the 1890s
with H.H. Holmes,

then the Lipstick Killer in
the 1940s, William Heirens.

We of course also have to
consider Al Capone

and the St. Valentine's Day Massacre

and Richard Speck and
John Wayne Gacy.

I'm assuming that's
Jeffrey Dahmer nearby in Milwaukee?

Yes. And this is Ed Gein.

Well, if you wanted to copycat
a famous serial killer, it looks like

Chicago would be the place to be.

Welcome to Chicago.
If you have any luggage,

please line up on the right side
of the bus.

Get your stuff together,
baby, we're here.

Got to go to the bathroom?

No.

JJ...

Help me. Help me.

Hey.

No, JJ, no.

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

Just hang on.

Help is coming. Please, hang in there.

Emily...

You had him, Emily.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Emily. Emily.

Emily.

Emily.

Emily!

I'm up.

I'm up.

Why are you guys all staring?

You were dreaming. The same one?

Yeah.

Only JJ was in it this time.

Tara, remember when you asked me

if I was close to the inspector
who was killed?

Yeah.

I lied.

Her name was Louise Hulland,

and I was the one who suggested
she volunteer to go undercover.

I told her it would be
good for her career.

And we needed more women
in power positions.

Emily, it's... It's okay.

But it was my profile.

The whole operation, it was my idea.

You never told us that.

Well, I'm telling you now.

She's dead because of me.

Emily,

she volunteered.
You have to remember that.

But I talked her into it.

The Chief Inspector hated the idea.

He thought it was too risky.

And I went above his head
to push it through.

I just... I thought we'd catch him.

You almost did.

Almost.

Excuse me, but can you please tell me

where Mason Hall is?

You're looking at it.

You're kidding.

I must have walked by it three times.

-Thank you.
-Mmm-hmm.

I'm Mike.

Megan.

Congratulations.

You are officially
the first student I've met.

New professor. My first day.

Nice watch.

Thanks.

Oh, you know Mason Hall
is a girls' dorm, right?

Yeah. I'm supposed to meet
one of my teaching assistants.

Just making sure you didn't
mean Mason Science Building.

Totally different.

There's actually a Mason
Athletic Center, too, right?

There is.

Yeah. Guess that Mason family

must have had
a little bit of money, huh?

Thanks again, Megan.
Enjoy the rest of your day.

You, too.

Don't give me that look. I'm fine.

Oh, I know.

But... I can also tell
you're holding something back,

because you don't want us
to think you're crazy.

Emily, we already think you're crazy.

Thank you.

Come on, what's going on in there?

Well, that night in London,

he had me and he just walked away
and let me live.

You weren't part of his plan.

His need to copy specific aspects
of the murders was compulsive.

I thought that, too. And...

Maybe it's just the nightmare talking,

but I could swear he was savoring it.

Well, a close call like that.

It's gotta be a rush.

Maybe all those near misses
weren't an accident.

He might like it when we're close.

So he's a thrill killer.

Maybe he gets off on the adrenaline.

What have you got, Garcia?

Sir, I connected
to law enforcement surveillance feeds

nationwide, and I used our sketch
to start official recognition search.

I got this, which is streaming
to your tablets now.

It was taken two hours ago
by a Chicago PD camera

outside a bus station.

30 last night.

00 this morning.

So, I am running a search
with the new image.

It's a national database.
It's gonna take a while.

Garcia, let's narrow
the search by region.

It's likely that this UnSub grew up

in an area near
a high-profile serial murder,

so let's concentrate on California,
Illinois, and surrounding states.

Copy that. That helps.

But this program is literally cycling
through millions of faces.

Okay, so what...
What are we missing here?

Well, you said he was savoring it.

So what if this really
is all about the thrill?

It would be hard for a guy like that to
just shut off over the winter,

so what is he doing during
his down time to feed that urge?

Well, we profiled something criminal.

Well, if he was a drug dealer or a thief,

don't you think he would have stolen
that Rolex

instead of shoving it down
that guy's throat?

Okay, then there would be seasonal
and lucrative and probably high risk.

He could be some kind of
hunting or adventure guide.

Maybe on mountain climbing
expeditions or at ski resorts?

Okay. Narrowing the search.

Could be an oil rig worker.

I'm pretty sure they sign
short-term contracts.

Got it.

Wait a minute. The knife.

What knife?

The UnSub's knife in the nightmare.

It's long and serrated on one edge,

and it has a leather lanyard thing
wrapped around his wrist.

That sounds like a fisherman's knife.

Exactly. This might be a stretch,

but what if he's a fisherman?

Crab season is from
October to February.

And it's highly lucrative, considering
you only work a few months a year.

Yeah. And it's also dangerous.
Perfect for a thrill seeker.

Got it, got it, got it, got it. All right.

Technology's working.

Good things come to those who wait.

Don't look at toast while it's cooking.
That sort of thing.

Shut the front door.

I give you 35-year-old
Michael Lee Peterson

of Joliet, Illinois.

He's back in his hometown.

That could mean this is his endgame.

Tell us everything, Garcia.

Mr. Peterson works as a deck hand

on a crab fishing vessel in the Bering
Sea known as Neptune's Squall.

He was raised by his mother Lorraine.
She died of a stroke 10 years ago.

His father Vincent was an armed
robber. He died two years ago.

That was right around the time of those
first murders in Russia.

That could have been the trigger.

Garcia, where'd the father
serve his time?

Uh, mostly Stateville Penitentiary.

Richard Speck and John Wayne Gacy
were both incarcerated there.

So which one is he planning
to copycat?

Well, Speck systematically raped
and murdered eight student nurses

in their dormitory in a single night.

If he's a serial killer looking
for a thrill, that would do the trick.

Garcia, coordinate with the Chicago
field office

and put out an APB for Peterson.

All over it, sir. All over it.

Oh, my God!

You scared the crap out of me!

Yeah, well, maybe
you should close your door

so people can't sneak in.

I was waiting for you.

I guess you didn't see this tweet.

I see a lot of tweets.

From the school?

About the serial killer?

- What?
-Yeah.

The FBI put out a warning.

Probably another kook
with an assault rifle.

There's a picture of the guy.

They want us to stay inside
and travel in groups.

Oh, my God.

I know, right?

No, I saw him today.

-Shut up.
-No, right outside.

He told me he was a new teacher.

Wait, seriously?

I swear.

I'm not kidding. I swear.

Um, here, uh,

there's a number it says to call.

You sure?

Here. You should talk.

FBI hotline.

Hello?

I think I saw the man
that you're looking for.

What's your name?

Megan. Megan Ross.

-Where are you?-I'm a student at Northeast State.

Put the phone down, Megan.

-Now.-Are you there?

Given his recent shift in MO,

there's a chance that Peterson
may not copy every aspect

of Speck's murders.

You know, you're right.
He could actually

start selecting affluent targets.

Speck hit a nursing home
on the South Side.

Most of the money in Chicago
is on the North Side.

- -What have you got, Garcia?

Sir, I got a hold of
Stateville visitor logs

and it looks like Peterson and his mom
visited every weekend,

until his dad was transferred
for his own safety.

So Peterson may have even seen
Speck when he was a kid.

Wait. Garcia, for his own safety

Uh, let's see. It looks like

Peterson's dad agreed to testify
against his former partner

and he was almost stabbed to death.

Well, in prison, snitches are worse off
than child molesters.

Serial killers, on the other hand,

top of the food chain.

Kids are like sponges.

He spent a lot of time visiting.

Peterson probably
witnessed that dynamic.

Which would obviously contribute to his
idolization of high-profile killers.

He wants the respect
that his father never got.

And he was kicked out of four schools,
all for fighting.

Guys, we just got a call on the hotline.

It was a hang-up so it could be a prank,

but apparently a student at Northeast
State University spotted Peterson.

Send the location.

Hey, what's up?

You okay?

Megan?

-If you scream, she dies.
-

Agents! SWAT's 10 minutes out
and we got more backup en route.

We need all the exits covered.

-You got it.
-

-Shots fired!
-We can't wait!

All right, we're going in.
Tell SWAT we're going in.

Dave, you take the front,
we'll take the back.

Who's next?

-You?
-

You.

Decisions. Decisions.

Get back in your room and stay there!

-You win.
-No!

Rich girl.

No! No!

Let her go!

-Let her go!
-

Help us! Please! He's gonna kill her!

-It's okay.
-Please.

Whoa!

Michael Lee Peterson, FBI.

Get back. I swear to God
I'll blow her head off.

Okay, okay. It's all good.

Back up!

Sorry, I can't do that.

-Please!
-Shut up!

Shut up.

You don't remember me,
do you, Michael?

We met in London.

You followed me all the way here.

I must be a big deal.

You're already going to be
the man when you get to prison.

00.

Look outside.

Half the cops in the city
are out there just for you.

Go ahead, see for yourself.

You're the best ever.

Police all over the world
have been looking for you.

They're gonna write books about me.

I'm even gonna make you famous.

Look outside.

See all those people out there?

Ha! They're all gonna know my...

- -

Yo, baby girl, what you think
you doing in my office?

You know better than to mess
with my stuff.

I don't mess with your stuff.

You're here, here, here with me.

I didn't think you were gonna be here.

I thought you were gonna go
right home.

Well, I wouldn't hop the pond
without seeing you.

You landed! When did you guys land?

No one tells me anything in this house.

I wanted it to be a surprise.

-Well, it worked.
-

How's my man Sergio?

Oh, my God, he's so good.
He's so good.

He is not old, although he does have
some gray whiskers.

Do you want to see?

-Yes.
-Oh, my gosh.

Come on.

-Aw...
-Very distinguished.

How are you doing?

Uh, I'm okay.

You know what?
I bet it is probably still here.

What?

What is still where?

This.

I had to give it to him
when I lost that bet.

Oh, the Halloween bet.

That was not a good look.

No, it was not.

Mmm-mmm.

Um, isn't it against regulations
to drink in here?

Well, it's a special occasion.
It calls for a drink.

What are they gonna do,
send me back to London?

Right.

To Morgan.

To all the delicious friends.

Ooh... Ha...

You have dinner plans?

Uh, yeah, I do.

With you!

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

You guys are having a party
and you didn't invite me?

You want to come to dinner with us?

Um, yeah. Yeah. I'll let Will know.

Oh, my God.
We're gonna have a girls' night.

Did somebody say girls' night?

Yes, but we'll make
an exception for you.

Me, too?

Not a chance.

I'm kidding.

Well, let's do it.
I'm starving and I'm buying.

And bring the bottle.

Oh, my God. This is...

This is... This is the best.

Okay, so, Hotch and Lewis
are debriefing,

but I'll text them and tell them
where to meet us.

Where are we going?

Mexican?

Burritos in London no bueno.

-Speak of the devil.
-Hey.

Oh, I see tequila.

We're having family dinner. Are you in?

-I've got some time.
-You had me at tequila.

Yes! Vámonos!

This is happening.

You can tell us everything about Mark.

By everything, I mean
everything about Mark.

I want all the details.

I, however, do not.

- -Well, you won't get any.

I'll save that for a real girls' night.

-Oh, yeah, girl.
-Girls' night. Oh, yes. Bring it in.

We'll get a festive place.

Tequila!

"Walking with
a friend in the dark

"is better than walking
alone in the light."

Helen Keller.