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1 Yeah, that sounds good, sounds good.

Don't put too much cheese on it.

BOY (distantly): Come on, let's go.

I'll be home in an hour. (kiss noises)

(phone beeps off)

(distant siren blaring)

WOMAN: No, no, leave him there.

Oh, Mr. Rango.

- Whoa. -We got here as fast as we could.

Sorry, kids. I'm leaving.

No, but Billy's gonna die if we don't get some candy.

You don't say.

Right here on the ground.

Oh, I think I might pass out.

(grunts) He-He's turning red.

I think he needs a sugar rush.

Okay, all right, you-you got 30 seconds.

- Yeah! You're the man! - Thank you.

Make it quick.

12 seconds, let's go.

(distant yelling)

MAN (yelling in distance) Go around!

Come on.

You saved a life today, Mr. Rango.

They should give you a medal of honor.

It's called dinner.

(chuckles)

Let's go.

(register clicks open)

Let's go.

(boy whoops)

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

(bell dings)

(grunts)

(yells)

(yelling)

(grunting)

(grunts, upbeat blues playing)

- ♪ Yeah... ♪ -(grunts)

Hey, I thought I'd lend you... a hand.

(chuckles) Rossi.

Brought a little something to drink. I like that.

Well, you can't do renovation without a little bere.

(laughs) Wait a minute now.

You know I don't renovate. I restore.

- It's a big difference. - ♪ The mean things ♪

- ♪ That you do... ♪ - I actually think

there used to be some shutters here once upon a time.

I'm hoping they're upstairs in the attic.

I want to see what I can do with them.

Well, why don't we start with a couple glasses?

That I can definitely do.

- ♪ There ain't nothing new... ♪ -(phone ringing)

Oh.

(sighs)

Flag on the play.

Yeah?

Okay, baby girl, we'll be right there.

E Ia vita.

(phone ringing)

So, two men have been killed

on the South Side of Chicago in the last ten days.

The first is Michael Crowley.

He's was repairman who was out jogging pretty late at night.

Second, Anthony Rango; he was a convenience store owner.

No known connection between them.

Both men were beaten to death with fists of fury.

Rango suffered a crushed larynx

and something called a LeFort fracture?

It's a bilateral horizontal facial injury.

Looks like there was also

blunt force trauma to the back of the head.

So they were attacked to gain control,

then it was essentially fisticuffs.

And they were both literally caught with their pants down.

Like, their-their jeans

and their boxers were both down to their ankles.

But there's no sign of sexual assault or robbery.

So it was a message.

Either they led secret lives, or someone wanted

to symbolically demean or embarrass them.

You can't really tell if it was done pre or postmortem.

Aren't these your old stomping grounds?

At least you can say hey to your family.

Yeah, I'm not gonna let anybody know I'm in town.

At least not until we're done with this.

I don't need any distractions.

With this level of hands-on violence,

this UnSub is filled with rage,

and he's probably just getting started.

Wheels up in 30.

(indistinct chatter, horn honking)

(horn tooting)

(grunting)

(loud grunting)

ROSSI: "I am dead.

Only vengeance can restore me. "

Terry Goodkind.

HOTCH: All right, let's go over the victimology.

Both of these men were medium-risk victims.

ROSSI: They were average Joes making a living

in a below-average area.

BLAKE: First victim, Crowley, was a telephone

repairman who'd lived in the neighborhood for years.

REID: Victim number two, Rango,

owned a convenience store for about twice as long,

and he had pretty much the same routine every single day.

So each had a pattern.

Looks that way.

They both had regular work hours.

Crowley's wife said he varied his workout route.

This was the first time that he ran this way.

He seems more like a victim of opportunity,

while the store owner's death seems planned.

BLAKE: The pants pulled down means the UnSub's message

-is personal. - REID: You know, 98%

of the area is black, but the two victims he attacked

were white men who lived in the neighborhood for years.

Maybe it's... wanted to shame them in some way.

MORGAN: This doesn't look like a hate crime.

Removing the pants is sexual; it's not racial.

Garcia, did you get any information about the sexuality

of the victims?

GARCIA: As far as I can tell, Rango was straight.

He was married 30 years, two grown kids.

No Internet or credit card history suggests otherwise.

And what about the jogger?

If he was living on the DL, I can't find the D or the I.

Somehow the UnSub linked the two.

Morgan, you know the neighborhood.

You and Blake go to the mini-mart.

The rest of us will go to the PD.

- How far away from here did you grow up? -Five blocks.

The park we just passed is where I used to play football.

The bus stop on that corner-- that's where I played kissy face

with my first girlfriend.

How old were you?

Ten.

Oh.

Wow.

Yeah, our UnSub blitz-attacked the owner.

Must have regained consciousness and put up a hell of a fight.

Yeah, looks that way.

(phone beeps on)

Baby girl, see if the owner of the convenience store

had any military defensive training.

Oh, I will, as long as you promise to bring me some

of my future mother-in-law's peach cobbler.

As soon as we're done here, I promise.

- All right. -(computer trilling)

Wow, Mr. ESP. Rango was an amateur MMA fighter

in the local over-50 division in his spare time.

He had a ten-and-one record.

He was training for a big fight in June.

- Tough old man. Thank you. -(phone beeps off)

- So we were right? - MORGAN: But to intentionally

pick a fight with a martial artist?

Maybe our UnSub didn't know.

Rango could've been the victim of opportunity like the jogger.

Well, it looks like our guy

needed a drink after the beat-down.

He must have worn gloves.

Otherwise, CSI would have taken them in for prints.

BLAKE: So, he could have been

an addict.

Maybe that explains the impulsive nature.

You ever known an addict to leave a full register?

(beeping)

And this guy was mission-oriented.

He even stole the disks before he left.

Candy and soda were the last things bought.

There were probably kids in here.

They're lucky they didn't get hurt.

Detective Gordinski.

Uh, Captain, actually.

I was promoted two years ago.

You remember Dr. Reid.

Oh, what's it been? Six, seven years?

Uh, the number of pathogens passed

during a handshake is staggering.

It's actually safer to kiss.

Oh, yeah, I do remember you.

HOTCH: Any developments in the investigation?

While you were in the air, another body dropped outside

a local diner on Halsted.

Guy's pants were pulled down.

He was beaten to a pulp.

We had some team members headed to the morgue.

We'll redirect them to the diner instead.

WOMAN: Thank you.

Guy over there found him.

At first, he thought he was homeless,

but then, something didn't seem right.

ROSSI: Beaten to death wouldn't seem right,

whether he had a home or not.

Yeah, that's true.

A surveillance camera caught him eating

with his son at the diner.

Then he passed the kid off to his mom, and they took off.

This is odd. It's a high-traffic area.

The first two kills took place in seclusion.

JJ: Our UnSub

is a highly-motivated risk-taker.

What race was the victim?

African-American.

It's a change in M.0., too.

He crossed the color line.

ROSSI: He's an equal opportunity killer.

JJ: Empty bottle of wine.

(sirens wailing distantly)

(firetruck horn honks)

(sighs)

That's new.

What do you see?

(beeps, touch tones sounding)

(phone rings)

Hey, what's up? You find anything in the alley?

Yeah, there's some writing on the Dumpster.

What's it say?

Hold on a second.

They got something?

(creaking)

JJ: Do you see something?

Morgan?

BLAKE: "Look up to the sky?"

I got to go-

Linguistically, it may mean

God judges the victims for his sins,

-and taken in context... - That's not it.

...with the pants pulled...

Blake, that's not it.

Let's go.

GORDINSKI: Knock on every door.

Everyone gets overtime tonight, okay?

Derek Morgan.

Where's Hotch?

Oh, he's in the conference room.

REID: The M.E. found glass shards

from a Helgason Vineyards wine bottle

in the back of victim number three's skull.

I know what this is about.

This is about Carl Buford.

What do you mean? Buford's in prison for life.

The words "look up to the sky" were found

in both the mini-mart and the alley.

It's what Buford used to say to me.

(grunting)

MAN: Look up... to the sky.

Look up to the sky!

(panting)

Look up to the sky.

Carl Buford was an expert

at spotting and exploiting vulnerabilities

in adolescent boys

that he coached at the community center.

He had the entire community thinking he was a hero.

Parents, teachers... cops.

I mean, everyone.

After my dad died,

he locked onto me.

And he manipulated me into compliant victimization.

Now, you remember how I told you that I got into it

with that local gangbanger when I was younger.

Well, somehow Buford got it all expunged.

Now, I didn't understand why a guy

who barely knew me would do that.

(sighs)

But Buford gave me his time.

He taught me how to play football.

And then he took me to his cabin on the lake.

I was a kid.

I was a kid from the South Side.

I'd never been to a cabin, much less a lake.

Morgan, you don't have to do this.

They need to know, Hotch.

They need to know this guy's M.O.

(sighs)

Buford built up my trust,

and then he would lower my inhibition

with Helgason wine.

He called it his "Jesus juice."

And he would molest me.

And every time he would see that dead look in my eyes

that said I wanted him to stop...

...he would just say, "You better man up, boy.

Look up to the sky."

Did you ever tell anyone about that phrase?

No.

We're probably looking at someone who Buford abused.

Victim could harbor a great deal of anger

if he didn't deal with his own abuse,

and with the right trigger, it could develop

-into this kind of rage. - Where's Buford now?

MORGAN: We got him locked up

for homicide in 2006,

but because of the statute of limitations,

we never got him for molestation.

REID: Buford ran the community center for years.

An offender like him could have hundreds of victims.

HOTCH: All right, let's talk about victimology.

Each of these men had had interactions with kids

right before they were killed.

The killer switched from white victims to African-Americans.

Well, you'd think if they were surrogates for Buford,

he'd kill only black men.

-(line ringing, beeps) - GARCIA: Hello?

Garcia, I need you to compile

a list of all the boys who played football

at the community center 20 to 30 years ago.

Okay.

(beeps)

I knew about Buford molesting Morgan,

but there were more kids?

HOTCH: Preferential offenders typically

have dozens of victims,

and each reacts differently.

Morgan became an FBI agent, and this one went the other way.

You know, had I known back in the day

that Morgan was going through all this,

I wouldn't have arrested him six years ago,

and I sure wouldn't have been so hard on him as a kid.

I know.

Let us go deliver the profile

and stop this guy from killing anybody else.

MORGAN: The man that we're looking for

is an African-American male in his late 30s to early 40s,

and he's from this area.

He most likely attended

the local community center as a youth.

He's athletic, and he's powerful,

which explains his ability

to overcome his victims with aggression.

BLAKE: His perfect timing and selections

say his intelligence level is high,

and his victim selection shows us

his murders are not planned in advance.

ROSSI: He may have a drinking problem,

which makes him more unpredictable

and exacerbates his anger.

Come on now; I'm his father!

-(click, dial tone) - You-You...

-(grunts) - ROSSI: The fact that

he doesn't steal from his victims shows us

that he's mission-oriented.

MORGAN: This says that the substance abuse

is a coping mechanism

from the fact that he never

adequately dealt with his own victimization.

By exposing his victims

and scrawling the phrase Buford used

during his sexual assaults at the crime scenes,

he's telling the world that he sees the victims

as child molesters,

which is his justification for killing them.

This is an example of projection and polarization,

a black-and-white thinking which,

when coupled with impulsivity, anger,

and outbursts of violence, indicates this UnSub

is most likely suffering from an extreme case

of borderline personality disorder.

BPD is one the most common mental disorders suffered

by adults who were victimized as children.

This represents the borderline between anxiety and psychosis.

We believe this UnSub's perspective

had become so warped that he's likely

experiencing stress-related paranoid ideation,

most likely brought on by a recent traumatic event

that triggered that rage.

-(yelling) - MORGAN: He's killing men

just after they innocently interact with children.

So step up patrols in parks,

schools, ball fields, even family events,

but do not try to confront this man alone.

We believe that he is armed and extremely dangerous.

Thank you.

-(phone rings) -Go ahead, Garcia. -GARCIA: I'm gonna start

with the good news first, 'cause I want to.

The renamed Damien Walters Community Center is thriving

under its new director, Ms. Walters, Damien's mom.

The bad news is, although they now

computerize their records, back when Buford ran the joint,

it was all paper files, so I'm out of luck there.

HOTCH: All right, thanks, Garcia.

-(beeps) - JJ, why don't you get Reid

and go over to the center, dive into those files,

see if you can come up with a comprehensive list

of Buford's potential victims.

I actually know one of them personally.

His name is James Barfield; he's a senior at Northwestern.

I might be able to get something out of him.

Okay, you and Blake go over there,

see what you can find out.

WOMAN: Derek Morgan just called to give me a heads-up.

The records are in the back.

Thanks.

You know, community centers are supposed

to bring people together,

but this one has torn enough people apart.

Um, I'll be up front if you need anything.

Thank you.

(panting)

MORGAN: I hear they're talking first round, huh?

Oh, snap.

-(Morgan chuckles) - Derek Morgan.

That's right.

What are you doing here, Derek?

Mr. FBI ain't come to wish me luck.

Carl Buford.

Hey, man, you need to leave that alone.

Someone's killing men in our old neighborhood.

- What else is new? - BLAKE: Well,

because of certain evidence found at the crime scenes,

we believe it's one of Buford's former victims.

You told her?

James, we just need to figure out who's doing this.

Should be hitting the pavement figuring it out,

not wasting time talking to me.

James, you're not a suspect.

We just need to identify the other men.

Look, did Buford ever mention any special guys?

- Guys closer to my age? - I can't help you.

BLAKE: If we don't get a list of names,

someone else could lose their life.

Is that really what you want?

(sighs) Let me break this down for you, J. Crew.

I ain't no snitch. I'm not telling you

what another man's gone through.

MORGAN: James, just give us

some names, and nobody has to know about this.

I'm not starting my football career

carrying that mess around.

I'm about to get out of these streets.

I'm not doing it, Derek.

All right, Dr. Genius,

you notice anything I'm not seeing?

Well, between travel receipts,

letters of recommendation, and expense reports,

I've compiled a list of several names,

but it's obvious there are gaps in the records.

You think Buford destroyed some files

-before he went to prison? - Given the opportunity,

most people in his situation would have.

We should probably call the team with this.

Hotch, James couldn't give us any names.

Reid and JJ

were only able to come up with a partial list

from the files at the community center.

So we'll talk to those guys; we'll see

if anybody stands out, of if they can fill in the gaps.

It could take days or weeks to track them down.

I need to go see Buford.

I want you to try something with JJ first.

All right, Derek, I just need you to relax.

Just try to remember.

JJ, come on.

I taught you the "you're in a safe place now" speech.

So I should be pretty damn good at it.

(chuckles)

All right.

(sighs)

Sol need you to think back

to the sights and sounds and smells of playing football.

(chuckles)

We were some sweaty,

dirty, smelly kids back then.

All we ever wanted to do

was get out there and play the game.

JJ : Was Buford there?

MORGAN: Yeah.

JJ: Did you notice

any unusual glances or behavior

between him and any of the other boys?

No.

Buford never took his eyes off of me.

- Come on, Derek, focus, focus. -(whistle blows)

JJ: Did you notice if any of the boys

avoided him subtly?

(indistinct shouting, grunting)

Good job, D.

That's my boy.

Nothing, uh...

I always thought I was the only one.

JJ, this isn't working.

I'm done.

HOTCH: I don't want you going to see Buford.

Hotch, I can handle it.

ROSSI: Another man was found beaten to death.

GORDINSKI: Same M.O.

Ten blocks from the last murder; that's four in two weeks.

Take Blake with you.

Hotch, come on. We got to do this now.

I finished my counseling two years ago.

I can do this.

All right, but I'm coming with you.

MORGAN: All these years,

I kept my mouth shut.

Carl Buford, my mentor.

Look at you.

You'd probably be dead by now.

Yeah, well, it wasn't for free, was it?

I pulled you out of the gutter.

I pulled myself out of the gutter

all the way to the FBI. I did that!

You're saying I had nothing to do

with making you who you are?

No, Carl.

Actually, I'm saying you have everything to do

with making me who I am.

-(buzzer sounds) - MAN: Okay.

GUARD: Close the gate.

(gate closes)

(buzzer sounds)

Derek Morgan.

Got yourself a new look, huh?

I'm Mohammed Alam now.

Of all my boys, you're the last one

that I thought would come back to me.

Four men have been killed in the old neighborhood, Carl.

BUFORD: Allah

views murder as a sin and an abomination.

At each crime scene, the words,

"Look up to the sky" were found.

You remember those words.

They escape me.

I've been very busy filling my brain with knowledge.

I'm a Malcolm X Islamic scholar now.

I know you remember that cabin.

And me and every other boy

that you took up there remembers it, too.

The man you harbor so much rage for is no longer here.

MORGAN: Yes, he is.

He's sitting right in front of me.

You're just hiding behind a religion

that hasn't figured you out yet.

You still got that mouth on you, don't you?

Always liked that mouth.

You're always direct.

Whenever I see you on TV,

I tell everyone, "That's my boy."

- I'm proud of you. - MORGAN: I don't give a damn

how you feel.

You see, what I need is a list

of everyone you...

You still like mint chocolate chip ice cream?

The U.S. attorney has offered immunity.

They won't charge you with molesting

any of the boys on this list as long as this list

-is complete. - Or was it butter pecan?

You leave even one name off that list, this deal is dead.

Are you threatening me, D.?

With my hand on the Koran.

See, right now,

you're in here for serial murder,

and I bet that gives you a whole lot of cred

out there in the yard, am I right?

But what do you think would happen

if the brothers in here

learned what you were really guilty of?

So let me be direct, Mohammed.

Start writing.

Some people are easy to remember.

But others sort of fade to the background.

That doesn't mean they weren't special.

They just weren't like you, Derek.

I'll give you the list on one condition.

All I want is a handshake; that's it.

A gentlemen's agreement.

What do you say?

You were always special, Derek.

You may have me in here,

but there's a whole lot more of me out there, boy.

You didn't have to shake his hand.

MAN: Markson, you have a visitor.

It's a long list, Hotch.

This UnSub's devolving.

He'll stand out; he won't be hard to find.

I'm gonna use the head before we leave.

(door slams)

(sighs)

(panting)

(vomiting)

(hip-hop music playing)

(hip-hop music continues playing)

I have arrested every one of these kids.

I never once thought they were getting molested.

Well, some victims of sexual abuse tell their parents,

and others act out.

I've cross-referenced the list of special kids from the center

with the list of victims Morgan got from Buford.

I've come up with a half a dozen names...

-(touch tones sound) -...of people who fit the profile

-and the physicality to be suspects. -(phone rings through)

HOTCH: Did you get that list to Garcia?

She's pulling their histories right now.

Yeah, baby girl, how's that list coming along?

GARCIA: Okay, of the five that fit the profile,

one sticks out like a tiger in a room of kittens.

- HOTCH: What name is that? - Keron Bendor.

He's a former linebacker,

he was on Buford's community center team,

he's a few years older than Derek, he's come upon

hard times. By that I mean, he has

three arrests for domestic violence,

two for meth possession and aggravated assault,

and he lives smack in the middle of the kill zone.

Send that address right now. Let's go.

Sent

(tires squealing)

(engines revving)

(tires squealing)

♪ Let's go, she's... ♪

Police.

I got him.

♪♪

(grunting)

(Keron groans and pants)

Weed. It's just weed.

It's just weed.

(Keron pants)

I told you, I don't know nobody.

I just want you to look at this list.

All right, just look at it.

Are there any other guys

around our age who aren't on here

who Buford treated as special?

Well, how am I supposed to know?

(baby crying in the distance)

You're just trying to kick a brother when he down.

Buford used to tell you to "look up to the sky," right?

I need your help.

Just look at the list.

I recognize a few of those guys.

(panting)

But there was older ones, though,

-before that. - At the center?

No.

At Cabrini Green.

Buford used to live there b-before...

He was tight with the King Cobras.

He used to tell their moms

that he would keep 'em off the streets.

Yeah. I used to bump heads with a few of them.

You got any names?

Yeah.

There was one.

He was Buford's favorite.

Who?

I'm pretty sure his name...

was Rodney.

Rodney Harris?

KERON: Yeah.

He got it the worst.

Rodney's not on this list.

Buford played us.

He was one of the biggest drug dealers

in the neighborhood six years ago.

Yeah, but he fell out, not running that no more.

Rodney's the one you had all the trouble with, right?

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

This is all starting to make sense now.

Buford probably let him deal drugs close to the center

just to keep him quiet about what Buford had done.

HOTCH: And Rodney

looked at you and saw everything he could've been.

Yeah, but what made him snap now?

Yeah, Garcia, see if there's a connection

between Rodney Harris and any of our victims.

Uh, I already did that, babe, and I'm coming up empty.

What about Rodney's extended family?

Okay, um...

Whoa, there's a connection.

Okay, uh, Michael Crowley-- he's the first victim.

He was a swim coach to Tyler Harris.

That's Rodney's estranged son.

So, Sheila, Rodney's ex-wife, pulled

Tyler from the swim team.

Turns out she made quite a scene, rightfully so,

because...

Crowley had molested him after a swim meet.

MORGAN: So Crowley was killed out of revenge.

Rango and the others who had simple interaction

with children were just surrogates for Carl Buford.

You got an address for Rodney?

GARCIA: I traced Rodney's cell phone,

and it's pinging at the current address

of Sheila Goode; that's Rodney's ex-wife.

(computer trilling)

-(indistinct chatter) - Why would you buy that?

Because you're-you're... you're below the average, that's why.

No, but why would spend that kind of money

on something like that, huh?

It's good money. It's good money.

I love it.

Don't you move. Don't move.

Oh, my God.

- Rodney! -Shut up!

- Dad. -RODNEY: Move back. -(indistinct shouting)

- Shut up! Move back. - SHEILA: Fine.

Come here, Tyler.

(panting)

Rodney, what the hell's wrong with you?

- You gonna go and get with him? -(tires squealing)

With him? You... (grunting)

Oh! Rodney, what the hell's wrong with you?

Dad, please. (groans)

I just saved you, boy.

- SHEILA: What did you do, Rodney? -RODNEY: Shut up!

- What did you do? -Shut up! -(siren chirps)

(door rattles)

You sure?

Yeah.

He's agitated.

Rossi, you guys take the back.

Rodney, please, don't do this.

- MORGAN: Rodney, I'm coming in. - Shut up.

MORGAN: Rodney?

- Get out of here, Derek. - Can't do that.

- I Will kill him. - MORGAN: You kill him,

you die.

He's innocent.

He took my family.

He didn't protect my son.

- That's not true. - It is!

Rodney, this has nothing to do with him.

This is about what happened to you.

What?

Carl Buford.

I know what he did to you back in the day.

Shut up, man.

Shut up. You don't know me.

You don't know what I've been through.

You better back up, or I will kill him.

- Rodney, please. - You shut up.

- Rodney. - This is all your fault anyway.

You took my son

-away from me. - MORGAN: You can't keep

killing people, man.

What happened to your son was wrong,

but it brought you back to what Buford did to you,

didn't it?

Look, I know exactly

what you're feeling because I've been there.

How I'm feeling?

You have no idea how I'm feeling.

You're just a bitch-ass narc.

I'm in these streets.

Hell, I'm already dead.

MORGAN: No!

No, that's what Carl Buford always wanted you to believe.

Don't you see that?

That's how he controlled you.

(panting)

And if you pull that trigger, he wins.

No, Buford ain't got nothing on me.

I know he molested you.

Nah. Nah, stop talking.

SHEILA: Why didn't

you tell me, Rod?

Just stop talking.

- Why didn't you tell me? - Just shut up!

Shut your mouth.

MORGAN: Rodney, look at me.

He did the same thing to me.

I confronted him.

I got him locked away for life.

He's done.

Done?

Done ain't good enough.

Look at your son.

Look at him.

Don't go out like this in front of him.

You don't want to destroy his life, too, do you?

Rodney, he loves you.

I do, Dad.

SHEILA: He still needs you.

He still needs you, Rodney.

(breath quivering)

Rodney,

put that gun down.

(crying)

(sniffling)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

You know, the only reason

I became a cop was so I could tell right from wrong,

get bad off the streets,

only the good was standing,

but I got it wrong.

Not just with you, but with all these kids.

I made assumptions about who they were, why they did

what they did.

People like Buford, I let slide.

I'm sorry.

WOMAN: What drove you to kill those men?

- Clear the way, please. - WOMAN: Is it true

this is all about Carl Buford?

MAN: Why did you do it?

(indistinct shouting)

You don't have to do this.

I got it.

Derek, I got it.

(overlapping shouting)

I used to think that, uh,

Carl Buford was a hero.

Six years ago, I found out I was very wrong.

Derek?

It's over.

You did it.

WOMAN: You're saying that's why

Rodney Harris killed those men?

Yes, that's what I said.

MAN: So, being abused

made him a killer?

No.

No, it did not.

(camera shutters clicking)

The vast majority of child sex victims

don't grow up to be sex offenders or criminals.

I know this because...

and let me be direct,

I was also one of Carl Buford's victims.

Yo, Mohammed, wasn't Carl Buford your government name?

MORGAN: Victimization does not cause offending.

Yeah.

I don't know what he's talking about.

I love that kid.

It can cause a lot of isolation.

(panting)

(through TV): There can be anger and rage.

It can cause pain and suffering.

But you can get through it.

It can make you stronger.

It does not have to destroy your life.

It can make you fight back.

And it can make you want to spend

the rest of your life protecting others.

(camera shutters clicking)

(refrigerator door opening, glass clinking)

REID: What is that, Morgan?

My mom's peach cobbler.

Whew! Garcia is gonna be a happy woman.

You didn't save us any?

Oh, come on, there's enough for everybody.

We'll heat it up when we get back.

Derek, you did a great thing back there.

I appreciate all of you for having my back.

(phone ringing)

(phone beeps on)

Yeah, this is Derek Morgan.

When?

All right.

Thanks for the call.

What happened?

Carl Buford is dead.

(wind howling)

(saxophone plays jazz music)

MORGAN: "For darkness restores what light cannot repair."

Joseph Brodsky.