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DEEJAY 1:taking America by storm...

"Stump That Deejay."

DEEJAY 2: Fine, bring it on, chump.

DEEJAY 1: We got through the holidays in one piece, right?

But the big bearded guy in the red shirt deserves

one last trivia shout-out.

Now we know he didn't deliver all these presents by himself,

so name for me all of Santa's nine reindeer.

DEEJAY 2: Uh, I know those. Prancer, Dancer...

MAN: Forgive me, sweetheart.

I tried to make it right.

♪♪

(boys talking in distance)

(knocking)

Hey, Dave, take a look at this, would ya?

This arrived at my house last night.

It's a gift from Harrison Scott.

Your buddy from Vietnam.

"Appreciate everything you've done for me."

The grips are a replica of the Vietnam War Memorial.

It's beautiful.

It's expensive.

What's the matter?

A gift like this would practically drain

all of Harrison's savings.

Now, if you're trying to get yourself back on your feet,

why would you do something like that?

You talk to him?

I left three messages where he lives

at New Directions for Veterans. He hasn't returned my calls.

It has only been since last night.

I phoned his job this morning.

He hasn't shown up for work the past two days, either.

I'm worried, Aaron.

Why don't you go out to Los Angeles and check on him?

What about our caseload?

I'll be fine.

You've got leave coming. You should go.

Maybe I'll do that.

- Thank you. - Sure.

(thunder rumbling)

It's staged. They got people on those programs

they know are gonna fight.

You should have seen that guy's wife

when he brought his two girlfriends out on the stage.

(laughing)

Punches flying everywhere.

It's a TV show. It's fake.

Whoa. Your ass just got checkmated, homes.

It's checkers, not chess. King me.

Well, here's the problem, Your Majesty.

This right here, where you're playing, this is our office.

You want to come here, play a little game,

you gotta pay us rent.

- I said king me. - I ain't kidding, old-timer.

Cough it up. Wallet and watch, both of you.

I faced a lot worse than you in Korea.

Two-bit punks don't scare me.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I can get a whole lot scarier than this, grandpa.

(gunshot)

BLAKE: What's going on?

Got a possible spree killer in Cleveland.

Details are sketchy, but 90 minutes ago, a man shot and

killed two gang members at a park

- on the outskirts of the city. - Why are we thinking spree?

I mean, gang members shoot each other all the time.

Because a third gang member fled the scene,

the shooter hunted him down at a gas station

over a mile away to finish the job.

Not your typical M.O. For a gang shooting.

GARCIA: Oh, and there's more. Uh,

after the third gang member was killed,

a fourth person was shot and killed at a bus stop

less than half a mile away from the gas station.

- Also gang-related? - I don't know. Like I said,

- details still coming in. - REID: Four homicides,

three locations, all within 90 minutes.

We need to hurry. Wheels up in 15.

I'll let Morgan know.

(water runs, stops)

Can I help you with something, sir?

How much ammunition can I buy?

Well, depends how much you need.

Those.

That's, uh, $19.95.

I'm gonna need a lot more than that.

Okay.

MORGAN: "Beware the fury of a patient man."

John Dryden.

You know, the description of our UnSub is pretty vague.

40s, 50s, rumpled clothing,

- like they could have been slept in. - And two witnesses

in the park said he appeared to have been drinking.

- They could smell alcohol on him. - The first three victims

all had police records... car theft, aggravated assault

- and drug dealing. - REID: If it involved drugs,

the UnSub might be a disgruntled customer.

Uh, sorry. Babysitting issues at home.

Garcia, did we get confirmation

that the fourth victim at the bus stop

- was not gang affiliated? - That is correct, sir.

Paul Haller. High school senior. Not an angel, though.

Haller has a few minor

robbery arrests from the past, and...

police found a wallet on his body.

Cash and credit cards belonging to a Sita Patel.

- Purse-snatching? - REID: Gang members, mugger...

we might be looking at a vigilante.

All right, I just got off the phone with Cleveland P.D.

If we are dealing with a spree killer,

at least he's on a slower boil now.

No new incidents reported in the past hour.

JJ: The victim at the gas station wasn't just shot.

The body showed signs of having been run over multiple times

by a large vehicle.

That is one way to put the "over" in "overkill."

All right, Morgan, you and JJ go to the park

where the first shooting took place.

Blake, go to the gas station crime scene.

And as soon as we can find Sita Patel,

Reid and I will talk to her,

see if she interacted with the UnSub.

PATEL: I was walking to work.

The boy grabbed my handbag,

and when I tried to hold on, he yanked hard

- and I fell. - Did anyone else see the attack?

Many people. But they did nothing.

Nobody stayed to help?

Only one. A man.

- Did he say anything to you? - He asked me

which direction the boy went.

- I told him, and he left. - REID: Did the man leave

on foot or in a vehicle?

I didn't see.

He was very calm.

Calm and determined.

MORGAN: Uh-huh. All right, thanks for your help.

Will you have your driver call me

if he remembers anything else?

Appreciate that.

Well, not exactly an outpouring of grief from the locals.

The victims were bad news.

Take a look at this.

JJ: Street sweeper had to go around whatever was parked here.

Yeah, I just got off the phone with the street sweeping team.

They said their truck passed by approximately 15 minutes

before the 911 call came in about the shooting.

That means the car was obviously

parked here then, but gone before the police responded.

Do we have a vehicle description?

They said it was a two-toned brown and beige SUV.

Out-of-state plates and no license number.

Street sweeping team said the car was packed full

of boxes and clothes.

The UnSub was described as looking disheveled.

All right, so was the person in the car

a witness to the killings?

Or was he the killer himself?

ROSSI: So Harrison didn"t give you any indication

- where he might have gone? - No.

We asked his roommates, checked the local jails and hospitals.

Nothing.

Did you or anybody else notice a change in him recently?

Mr. Scott did seem a little different,

now that you mention it.

In what way? Angry? Depressed?

No. We see a lot of that here and know how to deal with it.

No, with Mr. Scott it was...

(sighs) I don't know.

He'd stare right through you,

like his mind was a million miles away.

Are any of his clothes or personal belongings missing?

That's hard to say.

Our participants have so few possessions to begin with.

Ms. Grant, give me a chance to find him, to try to convince him

- to come back. - (sighs)

We have a very long waiting list,

so, unfortunately, our policy

about unauthorized absences is very strict.

After three days, the participant loses their spot.

Mr. Scott's been gone two days already, so...

that leaves you less than 24 hours.

I... (sighs)

Thank you.

WOMAN: Okay, honey.

All right, bye-bye. (kisses)

Terry?

What are you doing here?

Terry, you're not supposed to be here. You know that.

Terry. Terry, please.

Terry, no, no, don't. No, don't.

No, no, no, no.

(woman grunting)

Stop it. No... stop. Terry, stop... aah!

(panting)

A restraining order?

I'll call the cops on you. I swear.

- This was sent to me at my job, - (screaming)

- In front of my clients, - That's because you...

in front of my... You shut up!

You shut... up.

- Let go. - Is this what you want?

You never opened the door...

- Where's your restraining order now, huh? - UNSUB: Hey.

(woman gasping in fear)

Who the hell are you?

Take your hand off her neck.

Just go back to your cardboard box, pal, all right?

This doesn't concern you.

I said beat it.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Um, sir... - (gunshot)

Wait! Wait!

(gunshots)

(crying)

Anything from Sita Patel?

The man who asked which way the purse snatcher went

matches the description of the UnSub.

- How'd it go at the gas station? - Maybe it's just me,

but if I saw a person gunned down and run over by a car

half a dozen times,

I'd remember it.

Let me guess: Witnesses are drawing a blank.

It all happened so fast.

No surveillance cameras at the gas station, either.

It's a high-crime area and the victims were criminals.

The neighborhood could be looking

at this as a problem solved.

There's been another shooting.

My ex grabbed my throat.

And the next thing I know, this guy was in the yard.

And he shot Terry, and he took off.

Can you describe the other guy?

No, everything happened so fast.

Coins were found scattered all around the area.

Like somebody emptied out their pockets?

I didn't notice.

So, when we analyze the coins,

we won't find trace evidence

of you or your ex on them? No fingerprints?

Okay, yeah, I think Terry

may have thrown some coins

at the guy.

Well, when we get back to the station,

you can help the police artist

- render a likeness. - No.

Excuse me?

You have no idea what it's been like.

The past two years, I wake up every morning,

scared to death.

Terry was crazy violent,

and nobody'd do a single thing about it.

He was issued a restraining order.

Oh, yeah, you saw how restrained he was.

Want to see what he did once?

I was cooking dinner,

he got mad and threw scalding oil at me.

Did you press charges?

Terry told everyone it was an accident.

That I dropped a frying pan.

The police would've investigated, Madison.

Terry's Mr. Charity Fund-raiser, all-around good guy

at the country club.

It was my word against his?

Please.

Give me a break.

But it's over now.

Thanks to that guy.

I hope you don't find him.

Whoever it was...

I hope he gets away.

♪♪

What the hell are you doing here?

- We need to talk. - I got nothing to say.

Now, get the hell out of here!

What are you gonna do, Harrison, punch me?

Hit me over the head with that lamp?

What happened?

(sighs) You came a long way for nothing, that's what happened.

It's been a long time since I've been in here.

What, 35 years? Maybe more?

Used to be a pinball machine over there.

I see you're traveling light.

Packed what I needed.

Don't see anything else.

Like I said... packed what I needed.

Do I need to search this room for a weapon?

I did not come here to blow my brains out, Dave.

How the hell did you know

- that I'd be here? - (sighs): Educated guess.

No money, no car.

I figured you'd find someplace...

cheap and familiar.

As you know, when we were stationed at Pendleton,

we spent a lot of time here before we shipped out.

So when I called and found out

that your old pal Pete still owned this place...

The way you sniff people out,

I should've recommended you to Recon Division

back in 'Nam.

The seal on that... is not broken... you can check.

I haven't had a drop in 14 months.

But you brought it along just in case?

A person doesn't need to pull the trigger

of a gun to kill himself.

Why, Harrison?

You were doing so well.

I got no answer for that.

I come to the end of my road, Dave.

I'm just sorry you had to come so far to see it.

(baby crying, indistinct chatter)

(muffled rock music playing)

(muffled rock music continues)

MAN 1: There's somebody at the door.

- (rock music playing) - MAN 2: Go check.

MAN 1: Yeah? Who is it?

- You know who it is. - MAN 2: What's going on?

I don't know. Looks like some older dude.

What's the problem, man? We're busy in here.

Do you know who I am?

Hell, no. Am I supposed to?

I know who you are.

Good for you. Now, mosey your ass

back out of here.

I've been waiting a long time for this.

- (grunts) - Hey!

(rock music continues)

(grunts)

(rock music continues)

(rock music continues)

(gunshot)

(music stops)

Victims were small-time meth dealers.

Been in and out of jail for years.

What do you got?

Garcia patched in the surveillance video

from the hallway camera.

That's our UnSub.

BLAKE: He walks straight to the meth dealers' apartment.

That's consistent with his M.O.

Of targeting criminals.

But he stumbled on the first victims by chance.

He sought these out.

- He's evolving. - Garcia's trying to pull surveillance video

from the surrounding area.

We're looking for a two-tone SUV with out-of-state plates.

He looked straight into the camera.

Doesn't care who sees him.

ROSSI: You should eat.

I'm not hungry.

Well, I'll save you some kung pao beef.

It's a little chewy, but, uh...

"Early bird gets the worm,

but second mouse gets the cheese."

No.

(chuckles)

Want to hear yours? It's pretty good.

Those hills there.

What about 'em?

My son Thomas and his wife...

live on the other side of those hills.

In Carlsbad.

The son you haven't spoken to in a while.

19 years.

I called him out of the blue the other day.

What did he say?

Hello.

Good-bye.

Don't call again.

That was the gist of it.

I got a grandson...

I didn't even know about, Dave.

(voice breaking): I could hear him talking...

in the background.

(sniffles)

Grandson...

on the other side of the hill.

I ain't never gonna see him.

Well...

let's go, then.

No point.

Permission to state the obvious, sir.

Oh, permission denied.

You spent the last of your money to come down here.

That's not someone who's throwing in the towel.

That's someone...

who wants another chance.

JJ: I don"t know, Cruz.

We could be here another day or two.

Look, just send me a secure contact number,

and I'll get back. Um...

Okay, yeah.

(phone ringing)

Well, you tell him Mommy misses him.

Talk to you soon.

HOTCH: What have you got, Garcia?

GARCIA: As your gigantic brain suspected, sir,

a two-tone SUV with Florida plates

was parked across the street from the apartment building.

HOTCH: Were you able to pull a plate?

GARCIA: That SUV is registered to a Clifford Walsh.

- Do you have an address? - Nothing local.

Walsh moved out of the area a long time ago.

Oh. And if you hate sad stories as much as I do,

you should leave the room right now,

'cause this one's super sad.

Ten years ago, Walsh lost his wife

and his 14-year-old son

in a home invasion robbery.

- Here in Cleveland? - Yeah. Uh, it looks like the motive

was stealing stuff.

Jewelry was taken out of the home,

and there was an attempted sexual assault on Mrs. Walsh.

Where was Walsh at the time of the home invasion?

He was working as a night supervisor

of a tool-and-die plant

in Strongville, which is just outside the city.

- Did they get the killer? - Yeah. Very next day.

Howard Clark, 18 years old. High as a kite on meth

at the time of the attack.

He was only sentenced to ten years in prison.

The meth angle's interesting. Did Clark have any connection

with the victims in the apartment?

(typing rapidly)

Yeah. He was buddies with Dane Hendrix,

- one of the victims. - Ten years.

That's awfully lenient for a double homicide.

You think? Maybe that's why Walsh

went into a total tailspin.

He started drinking, quit his job,

moved to Florida. He's been, like,

borderline homeless for many, many years.

- When did he come back to Cleveland? - Last week.

He cashed out his meager savings account

and headed north. Here is

what's interesting about the timing of this, though.

Howard Clark, the guy who killed Walsh's wife and son,

he was scheduled to be released

three months from now, but he was killed

in a random prison fight in the exercise yard,

the day before Walsh left Florida.

Must have been the trigger... Clark's death

stirred up all those memories.

And the memories brought him back to Cleveland.

For what purpose?

The man we're looking for is Clifford Walsh.

The photograph you have of him

- was taken last year. - MORGAN: Walsh's family died

in a home invasion robbery ten years ago.

The killer was a man named Howard Clark.

Now, Clark"s recent death in prison

may have triggered Walsh"s spree.

JJ: The first five murders

appear to be opportunistic kills,

but all the victims had criminal records

or a history of domestic violence.

The shooting at the meth apartment, however,

was premeditated and calculated.

One of the victims was Dane Hendrix,

a friend of Howard Clark"s

at the time of the home invasion.

REID: Targeting Hendrix means Walsh might now be

trending towards more mission-oriented behavior.

JJ: Walsh has no concerns about keeping his identity

or movements secret.

MORGAN: In some ways,

his recklessness works in our favor.

He"s out in the open: "Here I am,

- come and get me." - But this is a man

who's lost his family and feels he has nothing to lose.

He doesn't care about repercussions,

which makes him the most dangerous kind of spree killer.

Time is of the essence.

Thank you.

- Agent Hotchner? - Yes, sir.

We found Walsh's vehicle.

"Forgive me, sweetheart. I tried to make it right."

MORGAN: Suicide note?

Walsh must have been about to kill himself

when he saw the thugs hassling the old men.

But he killed them instead. Well, that makes sense.

The line between suicidal and homicidal

ideation's pretty thin.

Look at this.

Is he counting something down?

The number sequence starts at 3,553 and ends...

at 87.

See, Clark was killed on January 14...

87 days before his scheduled release date of April 11.

Working backwards and taking into account

the 2008 and 2012 leap years,

3,553 days makes the start of the countdown...

April 9, 2004, the exact day Clark began his prison term.

So, Walsh was waiting for Clark to be released

to take revenge on him.

And then, suddenly, the object of his vengeance was gone.

But Walsh's need for justice wasn't.

His revenge had simply found another outlet.

We need to see if any cars have been reported stolen

in the area in the last couple of hours.

If Walsh is swapping out vehicles,

it'd be the first indication

he's cared enough to take evasive action.

Something else must be on the menu.

Something important enough that he can't risk being caught.

HOTCH: We need to figure out who's next

on Walsh's list of targets.

You know, Walsh lost his wife and his child.

He could be looking to balance the books.

MORGAN: Yeah, Clark did get

a light sentence. Walsh might have a grudge

against the judge or surviving jury members.

HOTCH: Yeah, we need

to get those names, as well as the defense attorney

and anyone who testified on Clark's behalf.

Newspaper reports at the time suggested

Clark might have had an accomplice.

It was just a rumor, but it was a persistent one.

Maybe it was Dane Hendrix, the meth dealer?

HOTCH: No. He had a solid alibi

for the night of the home invasion.

REID: Clark always said he acted

- alone, but still... - HOTCH: We need to locate

and get all of these people into protective custody.

This ain't gonna work, Dave.

Wait here.

(sighs)

Can I help you?

- Thomas Scott? - Yes?

My name is David Rossi.

I'm a friend of your father's.

Did he send you?

No.

All I'm asking is a few minutes of your time.

May I come in?

Don't take this wrong,

but we've got nothing to talk about.

Tommy...

Please.

BLAKE: Nothing in Walsh's background

hinted at this type of psychotic break.

Testimonials all refer to him as a solid, loving family man.

Supported his wife

while she went through a brief bout of depression.

When his son had problems at school,

he took him to one of those Expanded Horizon treks.

You know, the second intruder theory has some validity.

JJ: How so?

'Cause Walsh's wife was athletic,

and his son played Junior Varsity football.

Meaning it might have been hard for Clark to subdue them both.

Especially if his faculties were diminished by drugs at the time.

And the mother and son were found

at opposite sides of the house.

You're right, Hotch.

Someone might have been helping Clark.

(door creaks open and shut)

(doorbell rings)

Mr. Hines?

Yes. Can I help you with something?

Do you know who I am?

No. Sorry.

I know who you are.

Look, I think you got the wrong place, mister.

Whoa...

- I've been waiting a long time for this. - HINES: I...

(Hines grunting, shell casings clinking)

WOMAN: Geoffrey? Geoffrey, what happened?!

(woman screams)

(indistinct, overlapping chatter)

- MAN: Anything else? - WOMAN: Cover the perimeter!

Victim is Geoffrey Hines.

He wasn't on our target list.

Does he have a connection to Walsh or Clark?

Well, Garcia can't find one.

Hines and his wife moved to Cleveland

from Hawaii last month.

What does his wife say?

Walsh came to the door, said something to her husband,

and then just opened fire.

Something's off on this one.

Maybe Hines has a past she doesn't know about.

Well, hopefully, that's it.

Why "hopefully"?

Because if there's truly no connection here,

Walsh is devolving.

He's killing random people.

I know he put his life on the line for this country.

I admire and I respect him for that.

Unsung heroes.

A lot of good men come back from combat damaged.

They deserve another chance.

Another chance.

Mr. Rossi, when I was 12 years old,

my father told me he was never going to drink again.

For the umpteenth time...

but I believed him.

I was a kid.

Then, one day, he takes me

and three of my friends to Dodger Stadium.

I can still remember the exact moment

the vendor put that first beer in his hand.

Second inning, Mickey Hatcher at the plate.

One ball, two strikes.

I saw that beer, and I knew what was coming.

My father got so drunk,

my friend's parents had to come pick us up and take us home.

Take me home.

I'm really sorry, Thomas.

Well, I could tell you ten more stories just like that one.

This program my father's in...

hopefully, it makes him better,

but my son is not going through the same humiliation

and disappointment that I did.

Look, I don't hate my father, Mr. Rossi.

I don't not care about him.

I love him.

But I've got to protect my family.

That's my priority.

All I ask...

is that you don't take the possibility

of forgiveness off the table.

- Not yet. - (footsteps approaching)

- WOMAN: Can I get you some more tea, Mr. Rossi? - ROSSI: Oh.

No thank you, ma'am. I... I really should be going.

He's outside, isn't he?

He's in the car.

I wish it were possible, Mr. Rossi, but it isn't.

I've worked too hard to build a good home for me and my family.

People can't build without tools,

and tools are passed down to us from others.

When you take in the life you've built, Thomas,

and watch the life your son will build for his own family,

remember that.

Knew I was crazy to hope.

I'm sorry, Harrison.

So, I guess that's it, then.

Your son is a fine young man. You should be proud.

I am.

I just wish I could tell him that to his face.

What now?

You tell me.

I could take you back to the motel

and leave you with your vodka,

or, if I ignore every speed limit sign between here

and Santa Monica, I could get you back to New Directions

just under the wire.

Look, Harrison,

it took a long time to get to this point with your son.

It's not gonna fix itself overnight.

WOMAN (on TV): ...had previously served time

for intent to distribute child pornography.

He now faces up to 30 years on each count.

And on the international front, 60 people...

mostly women and children... are believed dead

in a suicide bombing...

Enough of that depressing stuff.

It's Happy Hour, for crying out loud.

Things won't change.

- Excuse me? - (door opens)

The world.

There aren't enough bullets to make things right.

Hey, you got that thing figured out with your neighbor yet?

Ah, geez, the doggie-doo wars.

I told you, that kid will never pick up after his mutt

when he goes on my lawn, right?

- Yeah? - Yesterday, it hits me.

I'm going about this all wrong.

It's not the kid's fault. It's the parents' fault.

They never taught him any better.

BARTENDER: Well, did you go talk to them?

MAN: Oh, I did better than that.

Last night, I scooped up the dog poop,

walked next door, and set it right down

on Mom and Dad's welcome mat.

- (bartender laughs) - "Mi caca es su caca."

BARTENDER: That's great.

Take the problem to their doorstep.

Go to the source.

This is strange.

The M.E. Reports from the home invasion...

Teddy Walsh's wrists were tightly bound,

but there were no subdermal hematomas around

the deep ligature marks.

What do you see here?

REID: Someone clinging to memories.

It's basically a shrine to his wife.

More importantly, what don't you see here?

His son.

- Exactly. - Not a single photograph

or shred of memorabilia about him.

And the suicide note was addressed only to his wife.

(dials phone, line rings)

Garcia, you said Teddy Walsh had gotten

into some trouble at school, yes?

Yeah, nothing serious.

He stole a video game from another kid's locker.

And that's why Walsh took his son

- on the Expanded Horizons hike? - Uh-huh, that's right.

And Expanded Horizons takes people out in groups, yes?

- GARCIA: Yes, sir. - Okay, can you find out

the names of the other participants

on that specific trek?

Let me see.

Oh, Lordy Lord.

Howard Clark and father.

Walsh and Clark were on that hike together.

I think we just found Clark's accomplice.

REID: Walsh's own son.

REID: We haven"t found the connection with

the jogger yet, but every victim of Walsh's

has been associated with criminal behavior.

Only the guilty deserve to die.

Except today started with Walsh ready to die himself...

- he wrote a suicide note. - Because he was guilty, too.

His own son was complicit in the death of his wife.

Garcia.

- Talk to me. - Are Howard Clark's parents

- still in the Cleveland area? - Uh, father died five years ago,

heart attack. Mother... yup.

Helen Clark. Sending her address now.

HOTCH: You said earlier that Walsh

might want to balance the books. There'd only be one person

to provide that kind of payback.

Another parent.

Mrs. Clark.

You know who I am, don't you?

Yes.

Then you know why I'm here.

Am I going to die tonight?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm afraid you are.

(siren wailing)

Howard Clark's mother won't answer.

The two boys probably hatched the plan

when they met on the hiking trip.

Teddy knew where his mother kept the jewels

and when his father would be gone.

Except Clark shows up high on meth,

tries to rape the mother, Teddy fights back

and Clark kills the both of them.

And that explains the lack of subdermal hematomas

on Teddy's wrists... he was killed first, then tied up.

Geoffrey Hines, the jogger who got shot...

Garcia found a connection. It's not who he was.

It's where he was.

Your son doesn't look like much of a killer there.

Neither did my son, though.

What are you talking about?

My son Teddy was in on it.

Not the killing part,

but he made it happen.

I got a picture, too.

This is my wife Emma.

Look at it.

I'm so sorry.

If I had been a better dad...

and you'd been a better mom...

Oh...

It's too late for "what ifs."

We can't blame ourselves for what happened that night.

No?

I watched you in the courtroom when you testified

for your son...

defending the murderer of my family?

I'm a mother.

No matter what happens in this world, a child has the right

to know there is somebody who will stand up for them.

Even if they're a cold-blooded killer?

The drugs had taken over my boy.

I know my son.

And what happened that evening...

that wasn't who he was.

I thought I knew my son, too.

Emma tried to warn me.

That he needed help.

Small things.

I didn't listen.

Mrs. Clark,

do you think we're reunited with loved ones after death?

Yes.

I do.

I wish I did.

(sniffles)

Huh.

It's just a way for the living...

to cope with loss.

I guess we'll both find out soon enough, won't we?

Are you scared?

I think about fear a lot.

Try to imagine what Emma must have felt

- in those final moments. - (loud crash)

- (gun cocks) - Clifford Walsh, FBI.

Put the weapon on the table.

- No. - Slowly lower it.

- Helen hasn't harmed anyone. She's innocent. - Wrong.

- I don't hurt the innocent. - Wrong. You already have.

Who? The thugs in the park? The meth dealers?

The guy that was choking his wife?

You're forgetting about the jogger.

Hines?

Let me tell you about him.

When Hines worked at the DA's office, Clark's father used

his influence to have evidence suppressed.

Evidence...

that would have sent my wife's killer to jail for life.

The former employee at the DA's Office

was Morton Hines; six months ago,

he sold that house to his brother Geoffrey.

That was the man you killed.

No.

That was the place. I checked.

Geoffrey Hines was innocent, Clifford, and you murdered him.

He left behind a wife and three kids.

When I saw the sun come up this morning,

I knew it was gonna be my last time.

Mrs. Clark...

I hope you're right.

- (gunshot) - (screaming)

♪ Well, the road is wide...♪

ROSSI: How was your night?

All squared away.

I talked to my boss at work,

he's gonna let me keep my job.

Great.

Sounds like a broken record, but...

...thanks again, for everything.

Just focus on controlling what you can.

The rest of it'll fall into place.

Right.

♪ 'Cause the sun is low♪

All right.

♪ And I yet have still so far to go♪

One more thing.

That fortune cookie of mine back at the motel...

what'd it say?

Oh, yeah. Um...

"Be careful to avoid extravagant purchases this month."

(laughs)

Yeah, well, I think I can manage that one.

Well, then I'll count the pistol you gave me

as being part of last month.

I'll check in with you when I'm back in Washington.

Right.

♪ Though I think it's the same one again♪

♪ But I'm thinking about my only friend♪

♪ So I'll find my way home♪

♪ 'Cause when I need to get home♪

♪ You're my guiding light♪

♪ You're my guiding light♪

♪ When I need to get home♪

♪ You're my guiding light♪

ROSSI: "Forgiveness does not change the past,

but it does enlarge the future."

Paul Boese.

You have any plans tonight?

Uh, does sleep count as a plan?

I'm going to a Korean film festival in Georgetown.

You can come with me, if you want.

A lot of the entries probably aren't subtitled yet,

but I can do a simultaneous

whisper translation while we watch.

Sounds fun.

I'm really tired.

(speaking Korean)

(line ringing)

(grunts)

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