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Previously
on "Criminal Minds"...

Jeez, I hope you're
training for something,

or do you just
do sprints for fun?

I'm trying to do this
triathlon in February, so...

Oh, yeah, the FBI one.

What's her name?

- Beth.
- I like it.

Ok, Rossi, out with it.

Is Hotch dating?

I don't know.

So, I was reading that you shouldn't
train the week before the race.

So...This might be it.

What are we gonna do
about that?

Well, I think
we should do something.

You know, race day's
almost here.

You'll need a new excuse
to see her.

It's been handled.

Attaboy.

♪ Yes, that's my fate,
girl, that we got together ♪

♪ we're attracted to each other
like opposite poles ♪

♪ gonna do what you said
that we can't say no ♪

♪ electric, magnetic,
energetic ♪

♪ and there's nothing else
I can do ♪

I want you so bad.

What are you waiting for?

Still not feeling it?

Just keep trying.
Just keep trying. Come on.

This isn't working.

Maybe you're just
not in the mood.

Just give me
5 more minutes.

Come on. Really?

Look, I've done it before.

I can do it. It works.

Relax. I'm not saying
you're broken.

It happens.
Don't worry about it.

I already paid
for the night.

Yeah, I know,

but, honestly,
what's gonna happen now

that hasn't happened
in the last couple of hours?

Come on. I just want to try
one more thing.

Hmm.

Thanks.

One chai tea.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong,

but chai means tea.

So I just ordered you a--

a tea tea.

So, wait a minute.

There's a chance you're gonna
be out on a case this weekend?

Probably a good chance.

What if you don't
make it back in time?

I'll just have to do
another race.

But you trained
for this one.

I know. I'll just
have to do the next one.

Maybe I'll do yours.

But you trained so hard.

I know.
All for nothing.

Yeah, too bad nothing
good came of it.

Um, well, assuming
you do make it back,

I'd really like
to be there,

you know.

To see me collapse
at the finish line.

I want that moment. I do.

I know Jack's
gonna be there, so...

That's fine.

I'd love for you
to meet him.

Great.

Oh, you're not playing around.

Mm. Will's away all week,

so I am pulling double duty
with Henry.

Please tell me we are still on
for Saturday night,

because I have had it
circled on my calendar

for the last 23 1/2 days,
which apparently,

from the look of you,
you did not.

Garcia paid good money
for those salsa lessons.

I'll get a sitter.

Let's get started.

Ok. Atlanta field office
has a serial on their hands.

Two prostitutes stabbed and
staged in the last two weeks.

Atlanta's crime rate has skyrocketed
over the past few years.

Especially the proliferation
of solicited sex

and drug use
in the downtown district.

Maybe this guy thinks
he's cleaning up the city.

It's rare for an unsub

who targets prostitutes
to pose the bodies.

Means of disposal usually

reflects how the person
feels towards them.

It looks like he didn't
think poorly of his victims.

Even kept them dressed.

He could be
filled with remorse.

The arms are folded,
the bodies are laid to rest

in a quiet park outside the city.
Maybe he knew them.

It could be personal.

There's a lot of rage
in these kills.

Multiple stab wounds.

What about
sexual violations?

No. The M.E.'s report says

there's no evidence of
sexual activity before death.

So what's he doing
with them?

That's what we need
to find out.

♪ Criminal Minds 7x16 ♪
A Family Affair
Original Air Date on February 29, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Eckhart Tolle said,

"where there is anger,

there is always pain
underneath."

Both of the victims had $250
on them when they were found.

Why wouldn't the unsub
take that?

It's a lot to pass up.
Money must not be on his mind.

Dumping the bodies
certainly is.

He chose two different parks
outside of Atlanta.

The parks are 15 miles
apart and 40 minutes from the city.

It speaks to
his comfort zone.

Or he didn't want to return
to the same location

and risk getting recognized.

Hey, guys, I hate to be
the messenger of sad things,

but yet another body
has been discovered

by some joggers
at yet another park.

Her name's Rebecca Moore,
and get this--

a missing persons report
was filed on her.

Well, how long
was she missing?

36 hours.

Who filed it?

Her friend Allyson Parker.

Prentiss, you and JJ
find out from Allyson

if she has any insight
on why Rebecca was targeted.

Morgan and Reid,
go to the disposal site,

and Dave and I will set up
at the field office.

Where have you been?

Out.

Did you pick up the milk?

No.

He likes milk
with his pancakes.

Sorry.

Sorry. It's not gonna make it
magically appear, now, is it?

I made your favorites.

And I know you like
a little oil in the pan

so the edges are crispy.

I considered making you
scrambled eggs,

but with that whole recall
and everything,

I figured pancakes
are a safer bet.

How are they?

You need to eat.

Erika will be here
any minute.

Oh, I'd like to have her
for dinner.

How's tomorrow?

Sweetheart. Sweetheart!

You haven't taken
your vitamins.

Those aren't vitamins.

Donald.

Hi. I'm Agent Brooks.

Thanks for getting here
so fast.

This guy's not taking
a break.

Now 3 victims in two weeks?

I thought there was supposed
to be a cooling-off period.

His recovery time
is decreasing.

What's that about?

It's hard to say.

Well, I hope we catch him
before there's another.

Is your M.E. close?
I can get you a ride.

We're picking up
Rebecca Moore's body now.

Why didn't you say
anything at breakfast?

He won't listen to me.

So I have to be
the bad guy

while you just watch, or are you
gonna sit there

like a lump on a log with that
stupid look on your face?

Linda, I don't want
to do this right now.

Oh, you think I do?
When I am trying

to give Jeffrey his pills,
I need you to back me up.

Is that understood?

Look at me.

We both know
what happens when he

goes off his medication.

So he parks in the road
and then carries the body, what?

52.6 yards.

Uphill. So he's gotta
be in great shape.

You know, more often than not,
prostitutes are murdered and dumped

in the same area
that they work.

So then why take the time to drive
the extra 40 miles outside the city?

Maybe he's already up here.
He picks them up downtown,

takes them to
a secondary location,

kills them, and gets rid
of the body as fast as possible.

Which means he lives nearby,
in the suburbs.

With 76,728 other people.

Your mom's so sweet.

She invited me
to dinner tomorrow.

Wanted to know
if I was a vegetarian.

That's great.

Now just give me
one more set.

How about I give you
two more?

Oh, really?

Well, you want me to stop?

No, no, no.
Keep going.

Now, this is one that
I want you to keep up

for when your friends
come over.

Just remember that the bigger the
challenge, the better the resistance.

Nobody really comes by
anymore.

Really?

Yeah, I mean,
they did at first,

but once they
went away to school,

nobody looked back.

You know, sometimes friends,
they don't know how to handle it.

They're afraid that they're
gonna say the wrong thing.

Yeah.

Don't worry, though. I'm gonna
keep you warmed up

for when they
come around again.

All right, stop this.
I want you to take a break.

Now, let's change things up.

Let's isolate your chest
and then 5 more pounds.

This will increase
your upper body strength,

which is gonna make it
easier for you

when you're getting
in and out of your chair.

You're gonna need a real
challenge now that

you're getting stronger.

What do you mean?

Come on,
you haven't noticed?

Maybe, a little.

Are you kidding?
These past couple weeks

you've been like Superman.

Spill it--
what's your secret?

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

No? Ok, fine.
You don't have to tell me.

Just keep it up. Whatever it is,
you're doing great.

Ok, get back in there.

We're very sorry
for your loss.

How long were you
and Rebecca friends?

3 years.

You two had
each other's backs.

That's why
you filed the report?

It was almost
two days.

I thought she was
at the police station.

Getting locked up is better than
disappearing with one of them.

So what made you think
something was wrong?

She always came back.

Bad as it was,
this place was home, you know?

Did she have any regular
customers?

We all do.

Rebecca had over $250
on her.

She did?

What would that kind
of money get a customer?

A lot.

Like all night or...

Nowadays, yeah.

What is it?

We need to find another girl.

We just did.

So do it again.

I can't go back there.

Why not?

It's too soon.

Find another way.

Is he really
getting better?

I just heard Erika say
that she's noticed

a big improvement
in the last couple of weeks.

Don't you want him
to be happy?

I'll take care of it.

Good.

Any sexual assault?

Third victim,
still no signs of inflammation

or forcible penetration.

His inability to perform
sexually could be

what triggers his rage.

Well,
there's plenty of that.

Multiple stab wounds
to the lungs.

She drowned
in her own blood.

It takes a lot of force
to inflict these types of wounds.

Oh, he's strong,
no doubt.

The knife cut right through bone
in some instances.

And what's this
on her inner thigh?

That's a tramline bruise.

It's cause by something with a
longitudinal cylindrical surface.

Like a rod?

Yes. And I found the same type
of bruising on the others.

Maybe some kind of restraint?

It's possible.

We need to take you back

to the last time
you saw Rebecca.

Where were you standing?

About here.

Facing which way?

Street.

A truck pulled up.

He was one of
my regulars.

I was talking to him
through the window

when Rebecca pulled up
in a silver Beemer.

Did you
recognize the car?

No. It must have been
a new customer.

What did she do after that?

She looked back at me and
started walking down the walk.

That's the last time
I saw her.

Wait a second.

There was an older gray van.

I've seen it around here
before.

It was parked there
a long time.

A van? Where?

It parks right there.

Could you make out
a license plate?

No, it was dark.

How long
was it there?

A few hours, probably.

Why?

It's a loading zone.
Permit parking only.

Go long, Bobby! Hut!

Excuse me.

Hi. I'm not sure
I'm at the right address.

Mr. Collins?

Yes. Hi.

I'm sorry,
can I help you?

My name is Julie.
I'm here to see Jeffrey.

Oh. Yes.

Please, come in.

Were you going to use
your insurance?

I'd like to pay
out of pocket.

Most of my clients
haven't filed, either.

It's still considered
progressive treatment, I guess.

That's a lovely necklace.

Oh, thank you.

Jeffrey's room is down
at the end of the hall.

Great. Thanks.

Reid, anything?

Now that we have 3 victims,
there's a pattern.

It looks like his area of
control is near Ridgecrest.

That's a bedroom community.
Mostly white collar.

It give him easy access to his
hunting grounds and disposal sites.

Vehicle blends into
both places.

Allyson remembered seeing
a van parked on the street

the night that Rebecca
disappeared.

And she'd seen it before.
But get this--

it was parked in a loading
zone for hours.

Well, let me check
any recent tickets.

Our analyst already
did that. Nothing.

It's not a residential
area, so a vendor maybe.

Garcia's
pulling permits now.

He's done this
3 times before.

Each victim is left
with 250.

That's a $750 investment
he didn't have to make.

He has every chance
to take that money back,

but he buries it
with them instead.

It could be an obsession
or a manifestation of his guilt.

Everything that happened
postmortem--

keeping them dressed, crossing
their arms, laying them to rest--

it's all very nurturing.

But the kills
are the exact opposite,

incredibly violent
and angry.

Multiple personalities?

Or multiple unsubs.

The violent one
asserts his dominance

and the submissive one
is left to clean up the mess.

Help me.

Help me.

Help me.

Help me. Help me.

Her name's Julie Harmon.
Lives in a loft downtown.

Envelope of cash was in her bag,
wrapped in plastic.

That's new. It's like she's
prepped for a burial.

This woman doesn't fit
his victimology.

Look at her nails.

The way she's dressed.

Her shoes haven't hit
the pavement.

Maybe she's a high-class
call girl.

Who fought back
and got punished for it.

Blunt-force trauma,
same bruising on the thighs.

This is the most violent
and shortest time between kills.

It feels like he's trying
to break some kind of record.

This team has
a complicated dynamic.

Ultimately they trust
one another,

but they're still
codependent, enabling.

It sounds like any
dysfunctional relationship.

How do we narrow that down?

Through her. The more
we can learn about Julie,

the better we can understand
why they're doing this.

Did you see
what he did to her?

It wasn't any worse
than the others.

It was as bad
as the coed.

Ohh! Will you let that go!

We've given him
everything he wants.

I can't keep doing this.

What do you want to do,
stop? She said he's getting stronger.

What if he can walk again?

You know what
the chances are.

Well, he's always been
exceptional.

I'm not giving up on him.

Scrub!

Use your scrub brush.

We're looking for a pair
of white males

in their late 20s
to early 30s,

who've developed a pattern of
overkill followed by remorse.

This usually points to
a dominant-submissive partnership.

The submissive follows
the rules, knows the dominant's type,

obtains the victims
and disposes of the body

once the dominant has
completed his killing ritual.

What is the ritual?

It most likely involves
some form of bondage.

All of the victims have identical
bruises on their thighs,

but we're not sure if that's
done during capture or kill.

There's no sexual assault,
which tells us the dominant

is likely impotent
or is experimenting

with other forms
of sexual release.

We often refer to this
as a thrill kill.

The dominant is inducing
pain and creating terror

without a sexual element.

This provides him
stimulation and excitement.

Like an adrenaline rush.

Exactly. The thrill of the murder
is only a temporary fix.

Like any narcotic, the violence
satisfies his senses for a time,

but then it fades.

This is likely why his cooling-off.
period is nonexistent.

Despite a public
investigation

the unsubs have continued
killing.

The risk of getting caught
does not trump their need to kill.

We're moving on to the next
round of "Go the Limit."

All right, come on.

I just love this game.

All right. Are you ready
to play our bonus round?

Ready as I can be.

Ok. Now, Mary Ellen...

I want another one.

We have to talk
about this, son.

What is there
to talk about?

Well, uh,
how are you feeling?

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

Your father's just
trying to ask you.

We made a deal
when you moved back in

that as long as you're under our roof,
you will take your meds.

Well, they mess me up!

Look, if this is your way
of trying to kick me out,

just come out and say it.

We're not trying
to kick you out.

We'll ask the doctor
about changing your prescription,

but for now you have to take your meds.
It's been a couple of weeks.

How dare you!

Just because she's been
popping pills my entire life

doesn't mean I have to!

That is enough!

You're drunk,
aren't you, Dad?

That's ok.
I don't blame you,

for being married to her.

I said that is enough!

Or what? What are you gonna do
that she hasn't already ruined?

We're doing
the best we can.

You're not doing enough.

You really want to help me?

Then you'll put me
out of my misery.

Ok, Sugar Lump. I got
all the information

on the latest victim,

and it turns out
you were half right.

Julie Harmon was
a sexual surrogate.

They help people
get their get-it-on on.

It's like having a hall pass
with your therapist.

Does she have a list
of patients?

Oh, I'm sure she does, but I can't
find anything electronically.

She probably had a little black book,
you know, Luddite like.

All right. Thank you, mama.

Julie Harmon
was a sexual surrogate.

Whoa! Sounds like somebody
felt a little progressive prescription

might fix everything.

Well, they were wrong.

That's not just going
from high- to low-risk victims.

A sexual surrogate's
a very specific type.

It's like they were
trying to fix something.

Why else would you
call a therapist?

They do treat patients
will all types of disabilities,

whether it's developmental,
physical, or emotional.

Well, my guess is
this guy had all 3.

Let's look at the physical.

He's got the upper-body
strength to kill.

But the victims' bruises tells
us that he was using restraints.

Only they're not around
the hands and feet,

where you'd typically
restrain a victim.

They're tramline bruises
around the thighs.

It's as if the victims
are straddling a chair.

Physical infirmity,
strong arms.

What if the unsub's
in a wheelchair?

That would explain
the van parked in the loading zone.

Handicap permits grant access
all over the city.

I'll call Garcia.

We should talk to social workers,
physical therapists,

anyone who deals directly
with the disabled.

Given the anger
and inability to perform,

those injuries
are not recent.

His explosive outbursts
could be built-up frustration,

which usually manifests

when things are out of one's
control, like an accident.

Ok, so let's go with that.

I mean, whoever's helping
him has a definite loyalty.

Responsibility, even.

The caregiver could have
caused the impairment.

He's the one who has
shown remorse and guilt.

He might have
a sense of morality.

If that's the case, the best way
to break up a partnership

is to drive a wedge
between them.

And the key to doing that is to
tell the caregiver he's forgiven.

Give him the strength
to leave.

I'll tell Agent Brooks
to organize a press conference.

And we would like to appeal
to this individual,

whom we believe functions as
a caretaker, to come forward

and allow us to help.

You can stop this
from happening to others

by doing the right thing
and contacting the Atlanta P.D.

We understand that you feel
a sense of loyalty towards your partner

and the need to comply
with their demands,

but if you contact us,
we will do everything in our power

to help you both.

That was FBI Agent Jareau...

It's time.

I know.

How effective are those
press conferences?

Incredibly.

Then why haven't we
heard from him?

A bond like this
takes years to develop.

We're not going to break it
in a few hours.

I'm so glad
you could make it.

I never turn down
a home-cooked meal.

These are for you.

Oh, thank you.
They're beautiful.

Everyone's waiting for you.

Everything about Julie Harmon's
murder was different.

It was the most violent
and remorseful.

It's like the partners
were each at their extremes.

All of the bodies were disposed
of in a nurturing way, but you're

right. Julie was wrapped
in plastic. It's neat.

It's almost too neat.

Maybe the caretaker
is a woman.

By nature, women prefer
cleaner disposal methods.

I don't know. I mean, that terrain
was something serious.

I mean, no offense, ladies,
but Reid and I hiked up that Ridge

and there's no way a woman,
physically fit or not,

could carry dead weight
all that way.

And we profiled that the partner's
in a wheelchair,

so that would make it impossible
for him to help with disposal.

So there's a third person
involved. That rarely works.

It's always two against one.

They'd have to trust
one another completely.

So what kind of relationship
involves that dynamic?

They'd have to be
incredibly good friends.

Or blackmailing
one another.

Siblings.

What if it's parents
protecting a child?

They raise them.
They root for them.

They would share
the same genes.

Apples don't fall
far from the tree.

A parent would hold
themselves accountable.

That explains the guilt.

But what kind of sick
family pulls this off?

One that's probably
done it before.

Oh, my God.

I know. It worked.

Can you believe it,
Mrs. Collins?

We think they have
an only child.

It's unlikely a sibling would
participate in something this extreme.

If they felt responsible
for his accident,

they might have
rationalized

doing anything
to make him happy.

Well, we doubt murder
is something they planned on.

It's more like a lethal
side effect of their son's condition.

If there was orbital cortex
damage from the accident,

it would help explain why
killing is his release.

If the mother has
psychopathic tendencies,

she could have passed it down
through the X chromosome.

Garcia's looking up accidents now
that have the parents at fault.

That list has to be long.

It is. So she's also looking for
unsolved cases in the state.

There's a good chance this isn't
the first time the son's acted out.

Mmm. The chicken's
nice and tender.

Mm-hmm.

I cooked it all the way
through, because,

you know, salmonella
is the silent killer

that nobody wants
to talk about.

So, Erika, do you have
a big family?

Um, I've got
two older brothers.

Oh.

You're the baby.

And the only girl.

Yep.

So was it loud in your house,
all those boys

clomping around?

I never knew any different.

When Jeffrey would come home
after a game with his friends,

I swear they had
bricks in their shoes.

They would shake
the whole house. Ha ha.

And then Donald wanted
to go for a girl.

Remember?

'Cause he said,

"Mama's boy. Mama's boy
and daddy's girl."

But I said no, because I
knew that I could never love

another child
as much as I love Jeffrey.

I just didn't have room
in my heart for anyone else.

Oh, that's--that's sweet.

Have you got it?

Yeah.

Uh, Garcia, you're on speaker.

Ok, the only thing I can find
that's remotely similar to this

is from 5 years ago.

A coed at Georgia State
was stabbed and left in a park.

Did she have bruises
on her inner thigh?

Uh, M.E. says...

Yes, she did.

All right, Garcia, check
student enrollment for that year

for students with campus
handicap permits.

I got a bushelful of matches.
Let's narrow this down.

Look for in-state residents.

If the unsub was injured, there's a
good chance he stayed close to home.

They're all locals.

The parents would have
covered it up

and they would have
pulled their son out of school

after the murder.

Here we go. Jeffrey Collins.

He dropped out of school
weeks after the murder

and has since lived
with his parents.

What's his story?

Sending it to you right now.
He's the only child

of Linda and Donald Collins.

He was a local athlete
who became paralyzed

when he was in a car accident
when he was 15.

It says here the mother was driving,
but the injuries weren't consistent

with being behind the wheel.

But the father's were. Look.

Broken ribs, ruptured spleen,

minor concussion.

He's obviously the one
who hit the steering wheel.

Let me guess.
The father was drunk.

Yeah. Twice the legal limit.

Sounds like they switched places
and she covered for him.

But helping your husband
avoid a DUI if far different

than helping your son
dispose of bodies.

Not necessarily.
The mother fixes things.

She could have
manipulated the husband

into making up
for his failure.

Garcia, you got an address?

Sending it to you now.

That was good.

Did you like it?

Yeah, I did.

Do you want to watch
something else?

Actually, I'm feeling
kind of tired.

Well, you've been squinting
all night.

Do you have
one of your headaches?

Yeah.

Did you take your meds today?

You can't stop
taking those, you know.

Are they still
in your room?

Yes, but my dad
can get them.

That's ok.
I can get them.

Oh--

what is this?

Why is there blood
under the bed?

You really shouldn't
be in here.

There's blood.
Why is there blood?

I'm his mother.

I would have
gotten the pills.

We were on our way
to the Collins home

when we received the call.

Donald Collins was behind the wheel.
Died on impact.

We found this
in his coat pocket.

He confessed
to all 4 murders.

Even in death
he's still covering for his son.

No one else in the car?

No.

No skid marks. He probably hit the pole
going about 65 mph.

He committed suicide.

It looks like he was
trying to replicate the accident

that made Jeff
a paraplegic.

This was his
ultimate penance.

Is this their endgame?

If he was trying
to replicate the accident,

Jeff and Linda would have
both been in the car.

So where are they?

When someone invites you over,

you come in, you eat,
you smile,

but then you leave.

The flowers were
a really nice touch.

But obviously the rest
of your manners are lacking.

What the hell
are you doing?

I gotta get her
out of here.

She has nothing
to do with this.

Somebody help me.

She found out, and I'm not about
to let her ruin everything.

I'm sorry. I know you really

liked her, but I'll find you
someone else, ok?

- FBI!
- Aah! Help me!

Put the gun down.

Listen, Mrs. Collins, we need you
to put down your weapon.

Get the hell
out of my house!

Get my dad.
He'll tell you she's crazy.

Your father was killed
in a car accident.

What?

Did he tell you
what he did?

He killed all those girls,
that sick son of a bitch.

Linda, this is over.
Jeff is coming with us.

He's not going anywhere.

Your dad
took his own life

because he couldn't stand
to be a part of this anymore.

- He couldn't stand the guilt.
- He's a drunk.

Look what he did
to my son!

Look what he did
to my boy!

You did this.
She's lying.

You need to let him
take responsibility.

We know that Jeff
hurt those girls.

You people. You think
you're gonna come in here

and you're just gonna
take my son

and you're gonna lock him up
like some animal!

Linda, put it down.

Mom.

I always told you

that mommy would
take care of everything.

It's ok.

"Live so that when

your children think of
fairness and integrity,

they think of you."

H. Jackson Brown Jr.

I know there's no handbook,

but what kind of parents
do that for their kid?

Well, the Collinses obviously
had issues before Jeffrey,

but the accident
and his paralysis

pushed it over the edge.

I guess so.

So, what time should I
pick up Jack tomorrow?

I have to leave by 5 a.m.

Ok. Well, I tell you what.

You put on the coffee
and I'll be there.

Thanks.

So you nervous?

I mean, it's not too late
to back out.

I'm ready.

Maybe.

Ohh.

Still no sitter?

My sitter
is not available.

Apparently I have a better chance
of winning the lottery

than getting a sitter
on a Saturday night.

What's going on
tonight?

Oh, it was
ladies night, but--

I forgot
to book a sitter.

I'll do it.

Spence.

What? I've seen an episode
of "Mr. Belvedere."

You've never babysat
by yourself before.

You know--uh--

he could do
a couple of hours.

What could possibly
go wrong?

Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo!

A couple hours.
A couple hours.

You guys didn't come home
till sunrise.

Why are you yelling?

Make him stop.

Ok, hey, Jack, Jack.

Earmuffs for a minute.
Earmuffs.

What did you guys drink
last night?

The green fairy.
You're in the FBI.

Could you get the entire crowd
to stop cheering?

By my estimates, Hotch will be
finishing any minute.

Do you see him, Uncle Dave?

I think I do, kiddo.

Right there!
There he is!

Waaah!

There he is! Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Get in there!

Whoa!

Come on, Jack.
Come on, Jack.

Let's go see your dad, Jack.

Go get him, Jack!
Go get him! Go, go, go!

Go! Go, go!

Thank you.

You did it!

I did, buddy, I did.
Can you believe it?

Did you see my sign?

I did. That's
for you, buddy.

Your sign's fantastic.

Look at you.
How do you feel?

I think I'm gonna live.

That's pretty impressive.
I had money on the swim killing you.

I practiced.

And it paid off.
Good job.

Thank you.

Hey, you guys want
something to eat?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, something greasy.

Hotchner!

Beth! Jack, there's someone
I want you to meet.

Come here.

You were amazing!

Congratulations!

Thanks.

Beth, I'd like you
to meet my son Jack.

Hi.
Jack, this is my friend Beth.

Hey there, Jack.

It's nice to meet you.

Do you work
with my dad, too?

No. We're just friends.

Hey, don't tell me
you made that.

Yep. I colored it myself and put
the sparkles on, too.

You know what?

I look at art
all day long,

and that, my friend,
is pretty good.

Thank you.

Well, you're welcome.

We were gonna go get something to eat.
You want to come?

Sure.

Ok. Great.

Come on, buddy.

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