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Man: Jake!

[thunder]

Take it easy.
Take it easy.

Uhh! Stop!

Get his limbs.

Epileptic?

Not that I know of.

Let's go.

[siren]

So what was it?

Severe allergic reaction.

Oh, he did it on purpose.

He's suicidal?

He's homicidal.

I've found there
ain't much difference.

You know, I never have figured out
why they call you in.

What's the point of saving
a scumbag like this?

He'll only kill someone else
the second he gets a chance.

That's above my pay grade.

Overcrowded anyway.

You think the taxpayers
want to save this idiot?

[groaning]

[gasps]

Put it down.

Don't you go doing
nothing stupid, boy.

'Cause I'll tell you why.

They'll never let you
out of that damn hole again.

Put...it...down.

That's it.

Yeah.

[grunts]

That's it, boy.

That's it.

Uhh! Uhh...

[groans]

[whimpering]

[choking]

Ok, you never give your vote on
who should get what.

Give Reid the mug.

Really? That means that JJ gets
the double-decker bus?

I thought that
was for Kevin.

never mind.

Wait, where is everybody?

Don't tell me
they're still in Seattle.

Hi! Hey!
You guys are back. Hi.

Oh, my made it.
Give me a squeeze.

Oh, you guys look great.

[English accent] Cheers.
How's it going?

How's Emily doing?

Brilliant and lovely.

Her apartment's
off the chain.

You mean her flat.

You have to take a shaky old lift
to get to the top,

but the view
is brilliant.

For my favorite bloke.

Hey, I love it!
Thank you!

Thanks.
How was temporary duty?

Oh, it was around the clock.

I thought I'd get a little
more of a vacation, but...

Did you watch
the Olympics at all?

I did see a little
track and field,

but the queen bee here,
she saw everything.

Emily is for real hooked up
over there.

She sends her love. And tea
of the month starts next week.

Ohh. I miss her.

Don't even get me started.

Hey, how's the new?
Is she nice?

Yeah, she is.

I'm just asking.
Reid, do you know

when she was recruited
she was 24?

I've guest lectured in her
forensic linguistics class before.

Of course you have, 'cause she's
a professor and an agent,

which is so impressive.

Mm-hmm.
No, really, she's great.

And driven, clearly.

Berkeley grad,
double major, Bureau star

of the Unabomber case.
And she teaches at Georgetown.

When she's not doing that, she's
SSAing at the Washington Field Office,

and she's a Ph.D.

Does that mean I have
to call her doctor? What?!

I did some research on her
'cause I couldn't sleep on the plane.

And my point is, clearly,
she is smart and capable,

but is she nice?

[Clears throat]

Oh, dear God,
this is happening,

where I talk
and the person is behind...

Me.

The origin of "nice"

is 12th century
middle English,

meaning foolish
or stupid.

I hope you're referring
to the modern use of the adjective.

You must be Penelope.

I'm Alex Blake.

Nice to meet you.

Really, actually nice
in the nicest of ways nice.

I'm Derek Morgan.

Welcome back.

How was Seattle?

The unsub made Ridgeway
look like a saint.

He even used his own kid
to bait the victims.

Well, we've seen that before.
No doubt we'll see it again.

Don't unpack.

Garcia, the files.

Yeah. The files. Oh, God.

A few hours ago
there was a prison transfer

to the county hospital
in Abilene, Texas.

The ambulance crashed
and the prisoner escaped.

He's wearing
the EMT uniform,

and he's armed
with the guard's weapon.

Aren't the U.S. Marshals
on this?

Yes, they are,
but they need your help

because this is what
they found inside.

The EMT and the driver
died in the accident.

The guard, however,
suffocated.

Blake:
What's on his mouth?

It was sewn shut.

So the prisoner
is the Silencer.

Or this guy's a copycat.

Forensics confirmed it's the
same unique double-knot ligature

he used
in all 3 murders.

His last known victim
was in 2004

and he was never caught.

So he didn't go dormant
by choice. He was locked up.

Well, why not just escape?

If he hadn't sewn
the guard's mouth shut,

we would never know
it was him.

Rossi: He wants us
to know he's back.

We've got his face.
What's his name?

John Doe. He was pulled over
in '04 for a traffic violation.

No registration, no tags.
He carried no I.D.

No way he did 8 years
for that.

They searched the car
and found a gun with a silencer.

A silencer. He was practically
telling them who he was

and no one
made the connection.

It's a federal offense,

carries a 30-year
minimum sentence.

But it was actually
what he did inside

that guaranteed him
life without parole.

He killed two men
while inside.

And never said a word.

Mm-hmm. He spoke
with his fists.

Remaining silent for 8 years
takes a hell of a lot of self-restraint.

Maybe it was
a conditioned response.

Garcia's gathering
all the files from '04.

We'll catch up on the plane.
Wheels up in 30.

Alex.

I'm sorry I didn't
get a chance to see you

before the Seattle case.

Congratulations.

It took a lot of hard work
to get a shot here.

It wasn't easy.

It's been a long time.

I've got a plane
to catch, Erin.

Good luck.

♪ Criminal Minds 8x01 ♪
The Silencer
Original Air Date on September 26, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Hotch: "As I grow older,

"I pay less attention
to what men say.

I just watch what they do."

Andrew Carnegie.

Did any of you work
on the Silencer case?

That was during my
extended sabbatical.

We all consulted, but nobody
made the trip to Texas.

Why not? 3 women
in 4 months.

It's a textbook kill rate.

An undeniable signature.

Obvious surrogates.

We weren't invited
by the local police.

Aren't you tired of that?

Welcome to our world.

The women he killed
were beaten

and left in open ditches.

That physical representation
of his anger is missing

this time around.

He must do something else
that satisfies him.

The signature is the same,

but his victimology
couldn't be more different.

The guard was clearly
a victim of necessity.

But if he's in
need-driven behavior

such as sewing mouths shut,
how can he control that

and only do it to the guard?

Maybe he just ran out of time.

Or he could want the guard
to suffer in silence.

Literally makes
his victims shut up.

It seems obvious, but, uh,
there may be something to that.

Then the question is why?

Morgan, you and JJ
go to the M.E.

Reid, you and Dave
check out John Doe's cell.

Blake and I will
head to the U.S. Marshals.

SSAs Hotchner and Blake.

Bob Tilghman.
Thank you for coming.

I got my whole team
on this.

Any leads yet?

Well, the wreck happened out in
the middle of nowhere after midnight.

The sun comes up at 6:00.
So we figure that he's on foot

somewhere within a 12-mile
radius of the accident site.

You think he's moving
on foot in this heat?

Well, it'll kill you
under the best conditions.

He stole some supplies,
but not enough to hole up too long.

So you can expect him
to be active tonight.

Well, where
can we set up?

Right in here.

Passing any coffee
by chance?

I just started a pot.

We got his picture
plastered everywhere.

But if he's hiding,
he's hiding.

It's gonna be awful hard
to weed him out.

I'm not good at waiting.

Neither am I.

We've been keeping
the media at bay.

We don't want them
to know too much.

You should try
to keep it that way.

What's all this?

His first crimes.

They mean more to us
now that he's killed again.

So he came out just as sick
as he went in.

You think he's gonna move
or wait?

Well, he kills at night,

which means that's when
he's most confident.

If waiting for dark
is the smartest move,

that's what he'll do.

Everything points to
a solitary existence.

You know, interestingly enough,

the most worn book is
"The Count of Monte Cristo."

Of course it is.

The hero's only reason
for living

was to seek vengeance.
Maybe he relates.

It's in French.

I didn't see that coming.
Looks like he wrote a lot too.

He's been pent up physically
and verbally far too long.

So he gets into
his first fight

within days of being here.

It got him a week's worth
of solitary.

That pattern escalated
until he eventually killed an inmate,

got out of solitary
and killed another.

So he silences his victims
before he gets inside.

His actions get him silenced
while he's here.

Ironic?

Fortuitous.

Looks like he has two
forms of expression--

silence and rage.

We need to find out why he's
operating in these extremes.

Maybe it's in
his writings.

The suture is 6-zero
nylon, P-3 needle,

13-millimeter long,
3/8 circle.

A dozen of these
would come in a box.

The suture drawer was empty
on the ambulance.

Then he's got
a lot more.

His technique
isn't like a mortician.

It looks like the stitching
is strictly through the lips.

It's rather crude
what he's done.

You see how the nylon
is stretched?

The victim struggled,

which says the prisoner did it
while this guy was still alive.

Torture.
Just like the first victims.

Well, now that you've
seen his handiwork,

I'll open his mouth.

What do we have here?

"Gazing Through
To The Other Side."

That's not much
of a taunt.

Maybe it's not for us.

Then who?

What do you think?

Can I retract
an earlier statement?

Sure.

There's nothing textbook
about this case.

These victims suffered
in ways that were

painstakingly personal.

You think he was abused
the same way?

Doubt his mouth was sewn.

That's his way
of expressing frustration.

But there's something
tied to the silence.

I'm thinking he stayed
quiet in prison

because he was ridiculed
as a child when he talked.

By someone
who looked like them.

He could have had
a speech impediment.

It would have been severe--
a stutter maybe.

We've got ourself
a reader over here.

In multiple languages.

Spanish, English, and German

are the primary languages
for Texas.

He reads in French, but most
of his own writings are in English.

His handwriting
is the size of courier type,

and so far I've read 50,000 words.
And?

The small print tells me
he's methodical, not always social.

The narrow spacing indicates
a tremendous amount of irritability.

It looks like
stream of consciousness.

Interesting.
His reading comprehension

suggests above-average
intelligence,

but his writing
is inferior.

Could be what
he grew up hearing.

You two should
guest-lecture together.

Oh, wait.

He literally put words
in the guard's mouth.

Rossi: That's new.

Well, we think this
is what we were missing.

The words give him the pleasure
the beatings used to bring.

Reid: Maybe we had this wrong.

What if the ritual
is sewing the mouths shut?

His signature
used to be the beatings,

but now it's putting
words in their mouths.

Just when you think a signature
doesn't get more solid than that.

What did he write?

"Gazing Through
To The Other Side."

It's not an anagram.

Is that a phrase in anything
you've read so far?

No. It's not a well-known
literary reference either.

Well, the words mean
something to him,

otherwise
he wouldn't share it.

It's gonna get dark soon.
He'll be on the move.

You want us on the road
with the Marshals?

No, I think we should
concentrate on remote locations.

He's not just escaping
detection, he's a recluse.

He'll be attracted
to isolated locations.

[Country Western song playing]

[Indistinct lyrics]

[Drill whirs]

[Clank]

What are you doing?

Hey! I said,
what are you doing?!

Answer me!

You dumb son of a bitch!

[siren whoops]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Siren]

We have all
the highways covered,

roadblocks on
the rural routes.

He must have stolen
a vehicle and just laid low.

How'd you know
to look here?

It's local and isolated,
just like him.

They found the EMT's shirt
in the trash.

Great. So we don't know
how he's dressed.

Just the fact that he stole wheels
from the garage here.

I don't know what kind
of car to look for

because I don't know
what was here.

Found some names
and numbers.

My guess is these
are customers

whose cars
they were working on.

Any makes or models?

Parts ordered.
That's about it.

So the attendant's motorcycle
is still out front.

Why didn't he take that?
He could have gone off road.

It would have been faster.

Yeah, but he can sleep
in a car.

Well, this place isn't far
from last night's accident.

6 miles away.

The choppers and the dogs
covered this area,

but he still got away.

JJ: You ever seen a fugitive stay
this close for so long?

Just depends on how patient
he is and what he has to prove.

"Waiting on
the Taste of Honey,

the Smell of Summer."

Tilghman: What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

Sounds like a list of things he missed
when he was locked up?

Why does he need us
to know that?

Call Blake.
Bring her up to speed.

[Telephone rings]

You have not called me all day.

Seriously?

Now that superwoman is on
the case, you don't need me, huh?

Ok, you know what? I'm gonna
chalk that up to a little jet lag

and let's start
this thing over.

Ring ring. I'm looking
for my baby girl.

Your wish is my command.

There you go.
That's much better.

I need Blake's number.

Seriously?! Are you kidding?!

Hotch asked me to call her.

So call Reid.
He's probably glued to her.

All right, that is
unnecessary roughness.

You, my sweet,
need to settle down.

[Sighs] No, I know, I know.

I just--I...

I thought this would be easier.

I know. So did I.

Garcia, Blake's number?

Just sent you her v-card.

Thank you, My Lady.

You're welcome, my love.

[Sighs]

Ohh...

[Cell phone rings]

Blake.

Hey, it's Morgan.

Get another note?

Yep.

Mind if I put you
on speaker?

That's how we do it.

"Waiting on the Taste of Honey...
The Smell of Summer."

"And the Sight
of the Other Side."

3 of the senses. We're only
missing sound and touch.

This guy's like
Jekyll and Hyde.

Writes a decent thought and
then sews it in the mouth.

Whatever he is, he's romanticizing
the hell out of this.

Thanks, Morgan.
Sure.

[Sighs]

"Gazing through
to the other side,

waiting on the taste of honey,
the smell of summer."

Do you think he's telling us
about a place?

Well, it sounds like it.

But...

Where?

Hotch: We can't tell you
exactly where this unsub's going

or what he's thinking, but his
actions will betray his intentions.

Tilghman:
And how's that?

Earlier tonight
at the gas station,

he could have stolen money,
but the cash register wasn't empty.

That tells us that he's not planning
a long road trip.

And yet he's logical enough
to be in survival mode.

So logic tells him
to escape. I get that.

But what the hell
makes him sew mouths shut?

It's a compulsion over
which he has no control.

So how do we stop him?

Morgan: Well, truth shows
itself through actions.

What's this guy's truth?
He feels silenced.

Agent Hotchner has a theory
that he had a speech impediment

that made him
embarrassed to talk.

He may have been relentlessly
teased because of it.

His prior victims
tell us a woman,

likely a mother figure,
is to blame.

Chances are she was abusive
and convinced him

that whatever words he had
were worthless.

Tilghman: This guy hasn't
spoken a word in 8 years.

Could he be mute?

Blake: Definitely not.

You sound pretty damn sure.

He refers to IPA in a few
of his personal writings.

Tilghman: What's IPA?

International Phonetic
Alphabet.

It represents only those
qualities of speech

that are in spoken language.

It's proof
that he's able to hear,

which means most likely
he can talk but chooses not to.

Then
what's he use it for?

He uses multiple languages,
which highlights his desire

to communicate.

IPA is an interesting choice.

I've found that those
who understand something

as detailed as that are
also proficient in sign language.

So these words that
he's leaving in the mouth

are directly taunting us?

Those messages--
Have not been analyzed yet.

Not to change the subject,
but he's incredibly well read,

which tells us that
he most likely grew up in isolation,

with literature being
his only escape.

His own writings
are not as profound,

and despite his reading
comprehension,

we don't believed he's had
an extended education.

Everything
about his psychosis

says the spoken word
has value.

It also greatly angers him.

And if he was yelled at
or made to feel stupid,

he held on to his anger
until he snapped.

Tilghman: So why
hasn't he fled the area?

I mean, he knows there's
a manhunt going on here.

Wouldn't he want to get
as far away as possible?

JJ: Well, he could be
on a mission.

We just don't know if that mission
includes a person or a place.

But we do know
his target is close to here.

Hotch: Thank you.

Excuse me. Blake.

Wouldn't you agree
that his messages

are relevant
to the profile?

To a degree, yes.

A degree?

He basically signed
his name to the murders.

He's never left word
before.

That's a significant
change of behavior,

but you completely
dismissed it.

Because the Marshals
have their own agenda

and will believe it's a taunt
no matter what we tell them.

We don't need to give them
any more fuel.

If the unsub needs
to get his thoughts out,

it's like he's reminding us
of something,

and until we know
what that something is,

I'm not comfortable
speculating in front of them.

Well, how about
the rest of us?

Dr. Reid and I
are coming up with theories.

You're welcome to join us.

[Car won't start]

I don't know where
this scar came from.

Well, he got into 23 fights
over 8 years.

It's bound to leave
a few marks.

Yeah, I know, but I read
the records,

and there's no indication
of a scar behind his left ear.

What are you thinking?
Self-inflicted?

It could be.

The left side of his face
is sagging in both photos.

Maybe he had a stroke
or palsy?

So a facial deformity,
a possible speech impediment.

That leads to pretty low
self-esteem.

[Car won't start]

[Car starts]

JJ: How does 8 years locked up
change someone?

Rossi: It takes away
their voice.

But it doesn't take away
his rage.

Time only makes it worse.

What if he started all those fights
so he could be punished?

He was looking for quiet.

So getting into fights
wasn't about his rage.

It was about getting
what he wanted.

Silence.

Daddy will be
right back.

[Baby crying]

Marshal,
where are the parents?

Father's in the stall dead.
No sign of the mother.

He stole the victim's I.D.,
so I have no idea who he is

or what type of vehicle
we're looking for.

Was there
another message?

They're looking right now.

This baby is only
a few months old.

He's too young to hold
the bottle by himself.

Maybe the father
fed him.

You wouldn't take the baby
out of the safety of your car

in the middle of the night.

Then you're telling me
this guy killed a man

then came out here
to care for the baby?

That's exactly what he did.

He stayed with him
while he slept

and then gave him
his pacifier.

Well, then maybe
he's not that far away.

There were no words
left in the mouth this time.

Hotch: I think caring
for the baby is his message.

Then he must relate
to the child.

Maybe he's obsessed
with the nurture he didn't get.

Or simply wanted him
to be quiet.

Hotch: He's telling us
he has boundaries?

No, he's too unstable
for that.

I'd consider him lucky.

Scissors...

suture kits, medical tape.

What's he trying
to tell us?

That he's finished
killing?

He left his tools behind.

That usually means
you're gonna call it quits.

He didn't leave
the stolen gun.

He's not giving up.

Ok, so he leaves words
until today.

Maybe he's closer
to what he's looking for?

He could have already
found it.

If he feels satisfied,
he may disappear.

Mm. We're too close
to let that happen.

All right, then we go back
to the first kills.

3 women, late 40s,
all working class.

Mothers, brunettes,
beaten and left in a ditch.

That was his message.
He hated them.

Maybe he's not targeting
women anymore

because he's already killed
the person he blames.

Blake:
Most likely his mother.

We should have Garcia run
all of the victims' names again.

[Ring]
At your service.

Pull up the '04 victims.

Done.

All right, we need a list
of their children.

Ok, next of kin,
state welfare,

give me a sec.

Gotcha! Ok.

Some were put into foster care
after their moms died,

runaways, truancy, not good.

Any incarcerated?

A handful. Do you have
any more parameters?

Uh, not yet.
Just send us the list.

Comin' at ya now.

All right, let's start
with the first victim.

Julie Myers.

3 boys--
Mark, Greg, and John.

Born '70, '72, '74.

History of truancy.
Child services lost track of them.

Is there any family history
of Cajun French?

Yeah. Julie Myers
was born in New Orleans.

Could explain his interest
in language.

Let's jump ahead to his
most recent behavior.

He leaves all of this behind.

Is it his version of surrender?

What's the medical tape for?

He didn't use it
on any of the victims.

Yet is was important enough
for him to steal from the ambulance.

Maybe he's using it
on himself.

We said that he may have
some kind of nerve damage.

If that's the case,
his eye won't shut by itself.

Maybe he has to tape it down.

It's his left eye, the same side
where the recent scars are.

Under his ear.

What if he was trying
to stop from hearing.

That's pretty severe,
taking a knife to your own head.

He may have had an implant.

The electronic pulses
enhance natural sound.

If all he wants is peace,
an implant is like having

a speaker that goes to 11.

[Beep]

That was fast.

Any of the children
have a cochlear implant?

Uh, 1988, John Myers.

He was 14 at the time.

Yeah, his mom was paid
650 bucks for the medical trial.

Morgan:
Was he deaf before that?

Had to be in order
to participate.

Yikes. It was a highly
experimental procedure.

It was tested on humans
and not animals.

Caused quite the controversy.

So mom gives him
the gift of hearing

and it turns out
to be a curse.

Spent his first 14 years
in silence,

gets lost
in the world through books,

learns languages--
anything to escape.

He's content, and then
his mom gets paid

to use him as a guinea pig.

And now he can't
turn the noise off.

JJ: He blamed her
and wanted her to suffer.

[Roaring sound]

[High-pitched squeal]

I told you
to clean your room.

You're an idiot.

You...

[Speaking Cajun French]

I told you not
to look at me!

Don't look at me!

Hey! Hey. I told you
to do the dishes.

Oh, you deaf and dumb
son of a bitch.

Hey!

Hey, you deaf dumb
son of a bitch!

Look at me.

Talk to me!

Use your mouth!

These messages don't have
a sense of geography,

so he isn't leaving us
a road map to his happy place.

They rarely do.

I don't think the writing
is his own.

You said it wasn't written
in any literature.

The phrasing is unnatural
to the written word.

It's like an oral
recollection.

Like a campfire story
about paradise.

One that he's searching for.

And if he can't find it,
he'll kill again.

[Indistinct chatter,
loud engines]

[High-pitched squeal]

[Sounds become louder]

[Sounds continue louder,
high-pitched squeal]

If these aren't his words,
whose are they?

We need to find out
who his neighbors were in prison.

He spent more time in solitary
than he did in his own cell.

It's total darkness
but not complete silence.

The inmates can speak
through the walls.

Let's see which fellow
inmates did time in solitary

when he was there.

I can't imagine that
someone thrown in solitary

is nice enough to tell
campfire stories.

Some inmates get put there
for their own protection.

That's true. We should start
with those prisoners.

Hold on. See how he wrote
"waiting on the taste of honey."

It's got southern
U.S. roots,

but more specifically,
it's Texas south,

a sub-dialect
of southern English

found in the north-central
part of the state.

Right here--you wait
for something that hasn't shown up,

you wait on something
that's nearby.

Then the taste of honey
would be close.

Yes, and the storyteller
is probably from north of here.

Fewer were thrown
in the hole than you think.

Go ahead, Garcia.

Our unsub was the MVP
of solitary.

He was in there more than
any other prisoner.

Hotch: All right, we're looking for
somebody who didn't belong in jail.

His offense would be minimal.

He might even be there
for his own protection.

Uh-huh. I got a few.

Can you read off
the hometowns?

Sure. Beaumont,

Edinburgh, Sweetwater--

Sweetwater.
Who was that inmate?

Danny Tucker. Looks like
he was only in for 2 months.

Well, it's long enough
to tell stories to John Myers.

Hey, his family owns property
near where you are.

It's really secluded, too.

With local honey,
by any chance?

They are known for it.

That's where he's headed.

Garcia,
is it a private property?

It was, but it's been sold.
They're building a housing development.

So it's not the hideaway
he hopes it's going to be.

Where would he go?

He might blame Danny
for lying to him. Garcia.

Danny's house is down the road
from the development.

I'm sending his address
to your phones now.

All right, Dave,
you and Reid go to the site.

The rest of us will go
to Danny's house.

Hey, I'm home.

Where's everybody?

Laura?

What the hell?

Danny...

Ok. Ok.

We don't have any money.

But, uh...you can
take my truck.

Here's the keys.

Go ahead, now. Go on.

I'm not gonna tell
anybody about this.

Just go on.

Danny, watch out!
Danny!

Oh, God.
What are you doing?

Somebody help us.

[Sirens]

You're on speaker,
Garcia.

Hey, I was doing some digging
'cause that's what I do

and I found something weird.

Danny Tucker was only ever
in solitary.

So they never saw
one another.

I can't tell you that
for sure, but...

Well, we know Danny
wasn't made for jail time.

He probably talked
just to keep his sanity.

Sold the story of paradise
to some guy stuck in darkness.

Gave him all that time
to fantasize about the place,

he finally gets free
and he's convinced

that finding it
will solve everything.

Danny!

Oh, God, don't hurt him.
Please don't hurt him.

Please, please,
please don't hurt him.

Please don't hurt him!
[Sobbing]

[Grunts]
Aah!

No. No!

Please don't hurt him!

[Grunting]

Stop!

Danny! Danny!

Danny...Danny?

Danny...

Danny!

Danny!
Please, don't hurt him--

John Myers, FBI.
Show me your hands.

Yeah.
Are you ok?

Put down the gun.

John, you heard him.

Put it down.

Go on, now. It's ok.

See? I'll do it.

Ok?

It's your turn.

Slowly, please.

"He's a liar.

There's no peace."

Who's a liar?

Danny?

"There's nowhere to go."

"I'm not...

going back in there."

There's no other way.

[Gunshot]

I doubt anyone had ever spoken
to him with any kindness.

None of us
should be denied that.

Hotch: "A man is known
by the silence he keeps."

Oliver Herford.

Don't tell me
there's another one.

There's always another one.

I told you we should have
just gotten into our cars.

Where are we off to now?

Home.

You need to spend
at least one night

in your own beds.

You don't have to
tell me twice.

Thanks.
Uh, yeah. Wait for me.

Agent Blake.

I owe you an explanation.

I know that you may not
believe this,

but the part of my job
that I dislike the most is politics.

When you were blamed
for arresting the wrong suspect

in the Marathox case,
I didn't stand up for you.

I let you take the fall.

No. No.

You cut my rope.

It was the highest-profile case
we'd seen that year.

All eyes were on me.

It took a decade to recover.

But I can assure you
that your reputation in

the Bureau remained intact.

It sounds like
you've convinced yourself

that you didn't do any damage,
but you did, Erin.

Well, that was never...
my intent.

I'm sorry.

And my hope is that
we can get past it.

Maybe it doesn't matter to you,
but I am glad that you're here.

Well, that makes two of us.

Good night.

You should go home
and get some rest.

Don't tell me
you're staying here.

Oh, just long enough
to do the reports.

Ok, good.
Good night.

And you?

You and Strauss
got a little history?

Uh...

in another life.

There's a story in there.

You heading out?
Hmm.

In a bit.

All right.
See you tomorrow.

Yep.

[Sighs]

Hi.

Hello.

Welcome back.

You're here late.

Yeah,
I haven't really slept.

Well, join the club.

Can we start over?

Sure.

Hi. My name is Penelope,

and I do not like change.

Well, you're not alone.

Well, I think it's worse
for me than the others.

Ok.

I've always been like that.
It goes back--

this is not
a therapy session.

I really wanted to explain--

It's--it's fine.

Honestly.

I heard you live
in the district.

That can't be
an easy commute.

That's really nice.

Nice, huh?

Thoughtful.

I don't even know
if you drink coffee...

Oh, do I drink coffee and...

and anything else
that keeps me going.

We have new teas
coming in next week.

Proper tea?

As proper as it gets.

Can you get my brand?

I don't know.
I don't have a brand.

There's a--I could
get you your brand.

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