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Elle, two weeks of pure heaven.

Do not call me for
anything. Have a great time.

You all deserve a break.

- Welcome to paradise.
- Your resort is beautiful.

A man said there had
been a murder in room 19.

- Get down!
- Who are you?!

- Where is the victim's head?
- I'm here on vacation.

- Someone sent you a head?
- From Jamaica.

Morgan and Elle are
in Jamaica right now.

Agent Greenaway wasn't even
here when this man was killed.

- How did he know where we were?
- A man came to the door

with something he said
you would need right away.

He came to the door?

I was playing a game yesterday.

The hacker could have gotten
into my computer first.

I have far less protection
on my own laptop.

- How could you be that stupid?
- I found him.

You what? I know who he is, the hacker.

- His name's Geist.
- Now you're on a quest.

A young girl's life depends on
the successful completion of it.

The one rule is, only
the members of your team

may participate in the quest.

He's given us all the clues
needed to complete this quest,

including this book code.

Each one of these sets of numbers
represents a particular word.

Yeah but from what book?

JJ, get some reporters
here as soon as possible.

Didn't he say that we had
to keep this under the team?

- We're looking for this man...
- No.

No, I specifically said no outsiders.

- I'm awake.
- Anderson,

- take Greenaway home.
- Yes, sir.

Get some sleep.

I told you, there was one rule.

One rule!

The defects and faults of the
mind are like wounds in the body.

After all imaginable care has
been taken to heal them up,

still there will be a scar left behind.

French writer Francois la Rochefoucauld.

Sir, I thought you'd want
to know. We identified

the girl in the video... Rebecca Bryant.

Leave it on the desk.

Reid, how many books do you
think are published in a year?

In the whole world? Thousands.

Great, and all we gotta do is find one.

You know, I can see this
unsub gettin' our phone numbers

and addresses from the bureau
personnel files, but come on, man,

it really says in there
that Gideon digs Nellie Fox?

Or that JJ collects butterflies?

I didn't even know
these things about us.

"Ever would it be night,
but always clear day

to any man's sight."

Reid, not again with the poem
from the music box, please.

There's something familiar about it.

I think I've heard it somewhere before.

- Thought you had a photographic memory.
- Eidetic memory,

and that's primarily
related to things I read.

Like I said, this is
something I think I've heard.

- Which leaves us...
- Nowhere, that's where it leaves is.

Not necessarily.

How would we proceed if we
didn't have all these clues?

What's the first thing we'd look at?

Victimology.

Why this particular victim
in this particular place

- at this particular time?
- We have a victim, don't we?

Rebecca Bryant.

Missin' out of South Boston, Virginia.

You can get there in a few
hours if you hurry. Take JJ.

Find out everything there
is to know about this girl.

You go it.

Been lettin' him lead us around
like he's somethin' more than he is.

He's just another unsub.

Let's start puttin' together a profile.

- What you want me to do?
- Just keep workin' on this.

If anybody can put it together, you can.

Please help me.

Anderson?

Where's agent Greenaway?

- Sir?
- I told you to take her home.

I dropped her off half an hour ago.

Take her home does not mean

drop her off. We're
dealing with an unsub

who has all of our personal information,
including our home addresses.

Get back over there now.

- But...
- Now!

Agent Greenaway?

- Yes?
- Case file, please.

How did I get here?

I'm sorry, ma'am. Without a case file,

you'll have to get off.

The rules are very...

Clear!

She's back.

Okay. Get a large bore going.

I'm on it.

If we don't get this pressure
up, we're gonna lose her again...

permanently.

"Possible Book Titles"

Thousands of books published every year.

This is impossible.

Year... every year.

1963.

- Agent Hotchner?
- Yes?

The delivery guy's on the way up.

The one from the press conference?

Thank you.

The book has to be the right volume
and the right publication date,

or the code won't work, right?

Okay.

When you talk about
Nellie Fox, it's in regards

to the 1959 White Sox.

That's the year that's important
to you, but for some reason,

this is a 1963 card.

Well, maybe he couldn't find a '59.

You think a pale clouded yellow
butterfly was easy to find, or a...

or a music box that specifically
plays the trout quintet?

So a book published in 1963.

It has to be.

Maybe.

The guy who delivered the puzzle
to my house just turned himself in.

You delivered a package
to my house yesterday.

- Do I need a lawyer here?
- Late in the day to my wife.

I guess I could check my logs.

You know exactly
which delivery we mean.

Look,

this guy comes up to me on
the street with the package.

He says it only needs to go a few miles,

and that a girl's life depended on it.

And you didn't find that suspicious?

He said a girl's life
depended on it, man.

I wasn't gonna take no chances
with somethin' like that.

I see, so you're a
humanitarian here then.

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

How much?

Thousand...

cash.

Seriously,

do I need a lawyer?

This guy is infuriatingly good.

He routed his IP through
major corporations,

crisscrossed it through countries,

I thought you tracked the hacker.

No I only found what
he wanted me to find :

apartment where Giles was dead.

Reid a hacker capable of
getting into my systems

is going to have amazingly
sophisticated equipment.

Did giles's apartment have that?

- He didn't have a couch.
- Exactly.

Giles was a smokescreen I
should have seen through.

But now I have this
glorious program I wrote,

tracking the hacker through
his other identity...

Sir Kneighf.

"K-n-e-l-g-h-f."

That's an odd spelling.

Do you need something?

Yeah, is there a database

which lists all the books
published in a given year?

Individual publishers have lists,

I don't think there's
anything like a master one,

plus it would depend upon the year,
because the further back you go,

the less likely there'll
be any database at all.

1963.

Yeah, ok, that would be an
example of extremely less likely.

Could you do me a favor? Type
something into a search engine for me?

"Never would it be night,

but always clear day
to any man's sight."

That's from a poem, "The parliament of

"fowls!" Yeah, yeah! Chaucer, my...

my mom use to read me that.

It's widely considered as
the first Valentine's poem.

Your mom read you Valentine's poems?

Hello, therapy.

Chaucer.

Chaucer, "parliament of fowls."

Fowls, "parliament of fowls," Chaucer.

It has to be at least 283 pages long,

but the poem has to be longer.

Something published in 1963.

A butterfly indigenous
to Great Britain. Why?

Something born,

Something from Great Britain.

Medieval.

Medieval. Chaucer.

Chaucer was middle english.

Middle english spelling
of the word "fowls..."

"FOWLES"

there was a contemporary
British author... Fowles.

John Fowles. Will you type
it into a search engine?

He wrote the Magus, he wrote
the French Lieutenant's Woman.

Anything in 1963 published
in Great Britain?

The Collector.

Collector... baseball cards,
skeleton keys, music boxes.

These are things that are collected.

Reid.

What'd he look like?

I don't really know.

He had a big coat on and a
hat pulled down over his face.

So you can't describe him at all then?

Well, the part of his
face that I could see

was all messed up.

- It was messed up?
- Yeah...

scarred, all burned up.

Burn scars.

- Could explain the trouble moving.
- We know what the book is.

The collector by John Fowles.

You sure?

Not absolutely. Not until
we see if the code works, but

I have four separate libraries
searching for the 1963 edition

- published in Great Britain.
- Well done, Reid.

Agent Gideon,

there's a call for you on line
2, says it's extremely urgent.

- Is there a name?
- Sort of. He calls himself

the Fisher King.

This could be the unsub, guys.

Why?

In mythology, the Fisher
King is the grail king.

"Sir Kneighf,"

it's an anagram... for "Fisher King."

Fisher King's at the
end of all grail quests.

Line 2 trapped and traced.

- Gideon.
- What I had to do

was not my fault.

Excuse me?

It was distasteful and barbaric.

Who is this?

No one else had to be hurt.

Call yourself "the Fisher King"?

I told you

there were rules.

I'm actually more interested in exactly

how you got all those burns.

Remember this

next time you decide to
step outside my instructions.

Agent Greenaway did not
have to die like that.

Daddy?

Notify the O.R. She's bleeding out.

They're gonna need 4 units
of "O" on the rapid infuser.

- Yes, doctor.
- Fight with me here. Fight.

FBI,

- one of my agents was just brought in.
- Agent Hotchner, I am sorry.

Anderson, where is she?
I got there just

- as the ambulance was leaving.
- Where is she, Anderson?

- They just took her up to surgery.
- Then she's alive.

- What do we know?
- The local P. D. Said

someone forced her back door and
surprised her in the living room.

They were probably
laying in wait for her.

After she was...

it appears she dialed 911
herself before she passed out.

Why weren't we notified?

The offender apparently
took her ID. And gun.

The uniform I talked to didn't
even know she was in the bureau

- until I arrived on scene.
- Get back over there.

This is a federal crime
scene. Nobody touches anything.

We process it. Go.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Valez, are you there?

Yes, Dr. Reid, I am.

I have a first edition of the collector,

published in Great Britain

in 1963.

Wonderful.

Mrs. Valez,

I'm gonna read you a set of 3 numbers.

The first is gonna be a page number,

the second, a line number on that page,

and the third, a word
number in that line.

Do you understand me?

Yes, I understand.

All right, the first is page 222.

Page 222. got it.

Line 23.

Line 23. got it.

What is the 16th word
on that line, Ms. Valez?

"The."

"The"? Great.

Page 91,

line 11,

word 13.

"Path." Does that make sense?

"The path." Yeah, that
absolutely makes sense.

All right, please go to page 31...

Trap and trace got nothin'.

Unsub used a disposable cell.

We got our best CSU team.

If he left anything, a print,

a hair, sweat, anything...

they'll find it.

I sent her home, Jason.

This wasn't you.

I should have been
clearer with Anderson.

Try Morgan and JJ again.

I tried' em 3 times.
They're out of cell range.

Try 'em again. I don't want 'em
to hear about this on the news.

She was 16 when she was abducted.

She's 18 now.

Her birthday was in august.

Help me!

Two years in that little cell.

All right, let's go
over this one more time.

She took off for school, but
never got there, correct?

Correct.

None of the neighbors
saw her that morning?

It doesn't even appear
that they canvassed at all.

Ok, JJ, I need you to see
if the originating detective

can meet us at the house 'cause
there's just something really funky

about this whole investigation.

Well, I will as soon
as we re-enter the world

of cell phone service.

"The path to the end
began at his start."

"To find her first calm
her long broken heart."

"She sits in a window"

"with secrets from her knight."

Is it adventure that keeps
him out of her sight?"

Another puzzle?

It's a riddle. "Began at his start."

"The youngest holds the key."

"Sits in a window."

"Secrets, adventure."

"Secrets from her knight"?

"Sits in the window."

She calls them your adventures.

"Ever would it be night,
but always clear day."

That'd be... that'd be bright light.

Someone delivered this to
the desk last night for you.

It's never night in Las Vegas.

Excuse me?

I need to be connected
to the field office

closest to Las Vegas,
Nevada, immediately.

Hi. This is Dr. Spencer Reid

with the behavioral
analysis unit at Quantico.

Look, I need my mother picked
up and brought to Virginia

in protective custody
as soon as possible.

We're searching for an unsub
who shot one of our agents today,

and I think he might know my mother,
and I believe she may be in danger.

Yes.

She's at the Bennington Sanitarium

in Las Vegas.

Her name's Diana Reid.

She's a patient there.

Diana?

There's someone here to see you.

Yes, sir.

If there's anything we can do.

Yes, sir.

We will.

What's up?

That was Hotch.

Don't tell me. Reid
already figured it out,

and we drove all the way
out here for nothing, right?

- Derek.
- What?

What?

The... the unsub...

Elle was shot in her
apartment this morning.

What?

- What are you doing?
- I'm goin' back.

No, no, no. Hotch said not to.

- I don't give a damn what Hotch said.
- But, Derek, he's right.

There's nothing we can
do at the hospital, okay?

But maybe we can find the
unsub through... through her,

through the victim's
profile, through Rebecca.

How bad?

She's in surgery.

That's all they know.

Dad, it was hard growing up without you.

I'm sorry.

No, it wasn't your fault.

I just missed you so much.

I'm always with you.

- What's gonna happen to me?
- Happen?

That's up to you, baby.

That's up to you.

Any word?

No.

I called JJ. I told her that we'd
call them if anything changed.

What's all that?

That unsub's extremely organized.

Sounded truly shocked that
we didn't follow the rules.

Honestly believed we would
simply listen to his directions.

He's delusional. He... thinks
he's a mythological king

But delusion and this
level of organization

are almost mutually exclusive.

You don't meticulously plan
contacts in the real world

if you're suffering
psychotic breaks from reality.

How is she?

No word yet.

Is the scene processed?

They're finished. We still
have it locked up tight, though.

- You find anything?
- CSU found a partial print.

The shooter wrote a message
on the wall in blood,

and in one of the smudges,
they found a whirl pattern.

They made a lift. They aren't sure
whether it's enough to get a hit,

but they are processing it now.

Rules.

She's ok...

your mom.

Agents picked her up.

She's flying here right now.

I forgot she used to
always read me this poem.

It's funny, huh?

Funny?

Should have realized sooner than
that. Nobody knows things like the fact

that JJ collects
butterflies except for me.

People tell me their
secrets all the time.

Think it's 'cause they know I don't
have anyone to betray them to...

except... my mother. I...

I tell her pretty much everything.

I don't think anyone would mind.

Do you know that I write
her a letter every day?

- That's nice.
- It depends on why I write her.

What do you mean?

I write her letters so

I won't feel so guilty
about not visiting her.

Did you know that schizophrenia
is genetically passed?

All of her things are still right here.

We kept it all.

Everything that was in her
room, in case she ever...

You said there's a videotape?

Yes, ma'am.

The man who abducted your
daughter sent it to us.

You're sure it's Rebecca?

Yes, ma'am, we're sure.

Ma'am I don't mean to impose but

we've had ourselves a really long drive.

- You got any coffee?
- Excuse me?

I'll come with you, ma'am.

Oh, certainly. Sure.

Detective...

I've seen kids missing for a decade,

and their rooms look exactly the
way they did the day that they left.

Parents don't just pack up their
kid's stuff and put 'em in boxes

in the garage.

Parents don't give up, ever.

What the hell is goin' on here?

This wasn't exactly a
cut and dried missing.

This Rebecca is no angel.

She was in trouble, a
lot of it all the time.

- What kind of trouble?
- Name it.

Dope, vandalism, theft,

truancy.

Nobody even blinked when she
didn't show up for school that day.

She was a part-time attendee at best.

None of that was in the report.

And why would it be?

Because it's relevant, detective.

Look, uniforms filed the initial report.

Missing persons never did a supplemental

because the girl had run
away 5 or 6 times before.

She didn't run away this time, did she?

Yeah, apparently not.

Nobody even bothered
to look for this girl

- for two years?
- No.

Why? Why was she actin' out?

Was there a problem at home?
Was there abuse?

Abuse?

From the moment we
brought her into the house,

we treated Rebecca like an angel.

You just said "brought
her into the house."

When she was 5 years old,

we took Rebecca in as a foster child.

And after a couple of
years, we adopted her.

Where are her birth parents?

Something happened to the whole family.

Did she ever talk about it?

I don't even think she remembered it.

She was just a little girl.

So her name hasn't always been Bryant.

No.

It was...

Garner. Rebecca Garner.

Please.

I brought you dinner.

It's chicken.

I'm sick.

I need a doctor.

- you like chicken.
- No,

no.

- Just take the chains off me.
- No,

- you'll try to escape.
- Please, no.

I won't. I promise.

I'll be back for your
tray in half an hour.

Why don't you just kill me,
you son of a bitch?!

Because I love you too much, Rebecca.

- Garcia.
- Hey, it's Morgan.

Derek, what do you need?

Garcia, I need
information on an adoption.

- Name?
- Adopted name is Rebecca Bryant,

birth name is Garner.

- Where?
- Somewhere around South Boston,

Virginia, 13 years ago.

Nothing.

Nothing?

I'll try just the name
with a wider search.

Ok, there's a Rebecca Garner

who was adopted by a Mr.
And Mrs. Joseph Bryant

on December 4, 1993,

in Clark County, Nevada.

Wait. Nevada?

That's what it says. The rest is sealed.

Garcia, unseal it. I need to know

what happened to that girl's family
to cause her to need adopting.

Okay, I'll work on it.

Coffee?

No.

We don't have enough for a profile yet,

- not a good one.
- No.

- Some generalities.
- Not enough to catch him.

Press conference was
the thing to do, right?

Sorry?

Brought the unsub out into
the open, he made a mistake,

left a partial print.

We wouldn't have had that.

- No.
- It was really the only way to go.

I did the right thing. I did my job.

Elle will understand that.

She'll understand.

I'm afraid.

What if I don't come out of it?

What if I don't wake up?

You keep talkin' like you
don't have any choice, peanut.

You can choose to fight,

to beat the odds.

It's up to you.

What if I want to stay with you?

Well, that's a choice, too.

That's why you're so skinny, you know?

Too much coffee.

Thanks a lot, guys. I've got her.

You know I'm terrified of flying.

I know, mom. I'm sorry.

Well, then why did you have
those fascists arrest me?

Mom, they're not fascists,
and you were not arrested.

I'm trying to protect you.

By forcing me to do the one thing

that frightens me more
than anything else?

I need to show you something.

Follow me.

Yeah, talk to me.

Not only did I find your records,

I found some newspaper
articles about your girl.

- Newspaper articles?
- Yeah. Apparently

most of Rebecca Garner's family
died in a house fire in 1992.

Faulty electrical wiring
in their tract house.

So when she was 4.

Yeah, mrs. Garner,

The both Garner boys,
one of the Garner girls.

Rebecca was found in the
backyard crying, but unharmed.

How'd she get there?

Her father probably. He was a
teacher at a Vegas public school,

and he tried to save
the rest of the family,

but he suffered massive burns to
his entire body and nearly died.

Spent years in a burn ICU,
and it was during that time

that he gave up his
parental rights to Rebecca,

so that she could be put up for adoption
because there was no other family.

Could explain her acting out. You watch
your whole family die in front of you?

The father was awarded a huge

settlement from the contractors
who built the development.

They were using faulty materials.

Good work, Garcia.

Print that up for me, all right?
We'll be back pretty soon.

What? Somethin' else?

No.

It just says here that

after the father left
the medical hospital,

he spent a few years
at a Vegas sanitarium.

Bennington.

That mean somethin' to you?

Yeah. That's where...

Garcia?

I gotta go.

Could that be...?

Oh, my God.

This is where you work?

This is where we meet.

My desk, you can see it, it's
right out there in the bullpen area.

The table's round.

Yeah.

Just like I wrote you in my letters.

Yes, just like you
wrote in your letters.

Dr. Jessen gave me the book you brought.

Marjorie Kemp.

She's your favorite.

That particular book is
one of her minor works.

Mom, no! Don't... don't.

You can't grab stuff off the board.

This key is evidence.

Mom, the unsub that we're looking for...

the... the bad guy

knows things about my
colleagues' personal lives,

things that...

only you would know. Do you

write about them in you journals?

My journals are none of
the government's business!

- I'm not the government, mom.
- Well, this...

certainly looks like
a government office.

Mother, do you write about
my colleagues' personal lives?

Why did you bring me here, Spencer?

I need to ask you some things
about a man I think you might know.

A bad man.

He's killed some people, and
he's holding a girl hostage.

You think I know someone like that?

Will you just watch the tape
and see if he sounds familiar?

I had to make sure I had
your complete attention.

I assure you,

you will all understand in the
end why it must be this way.

You might even thank me.

You do know him?

I'm sure it's...

Randall Garner.

Randall Garner? He was
with me at the hospital.

He's a very emotionally disturbed man.

Reid, I got to the end of the IP string.

Sir kneighf, the fisher king,

his name is Randall Garner.

He's Rebecca Bryant's biological father.

Reid and Garcia think
they've ID'd the unsub.

How?

I don't know, but they
want to know how to proceed.

Well, one of us should be there. You go.

I want to be here when
she comes out of surgery.

- Call me immediately.
- Immediately.

- Hotch?
- Yeah?

The only way for the
organization level to be so high

is the unsub believes it's all real.

He believes he's the keeper of
the grail, needs us to find it.

We have to make him
understand it isn't real.

Right

I can't believe she's real.

- What do you mean?
- Whenever he talked about Rebecca,

he never said she was his daughter.

He said all his children
died in the fire.

He spoke of a Rebecca,

more in the abstract.

I really thought she was a metaphor,

not an actual human being.

An ideal.

A grail.

He thinks he's the fisher king.

- Who does?
- Randall Garner, our unsub.

He believes

you're all modern-day knights

of the round table.

Derek Morgan, this is
my mother, Diana Reid.

It's your mother?

Ma'am, it's a... it's
a pleasure to meet you.

So where are we on finding
this son of a bitch?

I rechecked all the clues. There's
nothing that points to an address.

The adoption records for Rebecca

listed an address of the fire,
so I made a call to Nevada,

and it's vacant. No one ever rebuilt.

Nevada? So we don't even
know what state he's in?

I'll search the tax records,
see if he owns any property.

- Excuse me.
- Mom, do you know we're...

just before the agents
got me from the hospital,

a man delivered this to me.

It's a photo of a house
with an address on the back.

Shiloh, Virginia?

That's only 10 miles from here.

That's it, guys. It's open.

Hotch?

Guys, listen up.

He wants us to know we're in the
right place, so keep your eyes open.

Let's go.

It's Morgan. We're clear.

There's someone upstairs.

- Where?
- I saw a shadow.

Randall Garner?

FBI!

Garner?!

Come out, Garner!

He's in there.

- All right, cover me. I'm gonna go in.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What? What?

Mr. Garner? My name's spencer Reid.

You were in the hospital
with my mother. I think...

I think she might have confused you.

All we want to do is help Rebecca.

That's exactly what you want, right?
That's why you sent us the puzzles?

That's why you said you hoped
you'd be seeing us soon?

Ask the question.

There is no magical
question, Mr. Garner.

He believes if I ask
him the right question,

it'll heal all of his wounds.

Do you know the question?

I know what he wants.

- I'm gonna move to where he can see me.
- Reid! Reid, no!

- Reid!
- Fall back.

Reid! Reid, no!

Wait a minute. Reid!

Stay calm, Mr. Garner.

Ask the question, sir Percival.

I told you, I'm not Percival.

My name is Dr. Spencer
Reid from the FBI.

You were in the hospital
with my mother, Diana?

If you want the grail,
you must ask the question!

She's not a grail!

She's your daughter. Her name's Rebecca.

My daughters died in a fire and my son

- and my wife.
- Rebecca lived.

No. Your mother, she
explained it all to me.

My mother's a paranoid
schizophrenic who'd forget to eat

if she wasn't properly
medicated and supervised.

She made me realize none of it was real.

I didn't lose Rebecca.

She never existed in the first place.

She does exist, mr. Garner,

and we're here to help her.

Hotch, Morgan?

I think maybe

it'd be better if you
guys waited downstairs.

What?

Mr. Garner and I are just
gonna talk alone up here.

Go ahead and talk, Reid,
but we're not goin' anywhere.

Ask the question. I'll be healed,

and you may take the grail.

Just ask the question, sir knight.

I can't.

Heal me!

Mr. Garner, a fisher king wound

cannot be healed by somebody else.

It's not a wound to the body.

It's a wound to the memory.

Wound to the mind. It's...

it's a wound that... only you can find,

and a wound that only you can heal.

Just ask the question.

There's only one question that matters,

Mr. Garner.

There's only one really
important question.

Can you forgive yourself?

I couldn't get to them.

If you tell me where she is,

you can save Rebecca now.

Tell me where Rebecca is.

You already know.

I sent your mother the map.

What map?

Can I forgive myself?

No, I can't.

Run!

Don't move Reid, don't move!

Get him out, let's go! Let's go!

Let's go!

- What the hell was that?
- He had a bomb.

You didn't think we
needed to know that?

- I told you to go downstairs.
- Well, you didn't say bomb.

- You left that part out.
- Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Stop? The house is on
fire, Reid. Let's go!

Just let me think, let me think!

He's the fisher king, this is his
castle, Rebecca's got to be here.

Reid, there may not be
time for a search. Let's go.

Location's on the map
that he gave to my mom.

Reid, all she told us about
was that photo. Let's go!

Down... she's in the
basement downstairs!

How do you know that?!

I'm in here!

Is the house on fire?

She's in here!

I'm chained!

Get me out of here! I'm chained.

- Here I've got the bed.
- Hurry!

He called me sir Percival.

- Hurry!
- Reid, hurry.

The key. The key. The
youngest one holds the key.

Tell me you got the key.

Come on man! Let's go!

Let's go! We got no time! Go!

You got her?

Come on. Let's go.

"It has been said that
time heals all wounds.

I do not agree.

The wounds remain.

In time, the mind,
protecting its sanity,

covers them with scar
tissue, and the pain lessens,

but it is never gone."

Rose Kennedy.

Dad, there's something...

- it's okay.
- No, I want to say it.

That day...

I was just mad that day.

I wanted you to teach
me to ride my bike.

I knew that you had to work.

I was just being selfish and

childish.

Baby, you were 8.

I said, "I hate you, daddy."

Those are the last words
that I ever said to you.

It's okay, baby.

I've thought so many
times that I wish...

I wish that I had said...

I love you, Daddy.

I love you, too, peanut,

very much.

I can't stay with you.

That's all right.

Will I ever see you again?

I'll be here when it's time.

I love you.

There you are.

Sleep. You're gonna be fine.

Elle's out of surgery.

She's gonna be okay.

Good.

- Is Gideon still at the hospital?
- Yeah.

How's Rebecca?

She's in the hospital, but
she should be all right.

Physically, maybe.

Thank you, everyone.

All of you.

Well, we could have only
gone so far without Mrs. Reid.

Mom, we found her.

Rebecca's safe.

You helped us save her life.

- Is it time for lunch yet?
- What?

I'm lecturing everyone
in Tristan and Isolde.

They're all gathering
in my room after lunch.

Can I attend the lecture, too?

Have you read any of the material?

I've had them read to me.

Wonderful.

That's the best way, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

By far.