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Hey. Check it out.

Woman: Jessica, chill.
You're always like this.

It's happened before.
Just calm down.

Don't tell me
to calm down!

A $5.00 tip on a $100
service is rude.

I am sick of these
people stiffing me.

Yesterday some guy
gave me a $6.00 tip.

The day before that, $2.00.

She's lucky I didn't
sock her in the face.

Oh, Jessica...

[Bell jingling]

Hey, uh, let me
call you back.

We're--we're closed.

Hello?

[Door creaks]

[Clattering]

H-hello?

[Whirring sound]

[Hair dryer blowing]

Aah!

[Rock song playing]

♪ They're playing
some music I love ♪

♪ somehow I can't get
my mind off of you ♪

♪ 'cause you're the only one
I'm thinking of... ♪

There you go.

Thank you.

You bet.

Thanks.

[Indistinct chatter]

Let me call you back.

Hey.

I thought you might
need this.

Yesterday when I saw
that you were following me,

I thought it had to be
a coincidence,

but by today, mm,
probably not.

It's a long story.

Well, I'm a writer.
I hate the short ones.

So what are you, a P.I.?

Yeah, you can call
me that, sure.

Who do you work for?

I can't say.
My client's very secretive.

Well, you can't be
with the IRS.

My accountant
would have called.

Look--

can't be with
the State Department.

A spy would know better

than to leave her target's
dossier on the front seat.

Yeah, right.

And I don't you don't
work for my cigar guy

because he makes all of his
deliveries straight to my door.

Huh.

So, why don't you tell
whoever it is

that if they want
to discuss something,

they should get out of their sandbox
and call me themselves.

Got it.

Now, most people would
ask for the coffee back.

But, being a gentleman,

c'est la vie.

Oh, and, uh, get
yourself and earpiece.

Those things will
give you brain cancer.

3 bodies have been found
in Reston, Virginia,

each violently stabbed,
then posed,

about a week apart.

The first two, Kevin Brown
and Rick Mendoza,

were murdered in their homes.
The third one, Jessica Randall,

was killed in her
hair salon last night.

Bold and brutal. So what did
the first two victims do?

Kevin worked at a hardware store.
Rick was an auto mechanic.

Maybe the unsub's
a customer.

We should check
appointment logs.

Garcia: Already did that.

Well, gender
isn't a factor.

They could all be victims
of opportunity.

Did they live near
each other?

3 miles apart.

They still could
have been strangers.

Both homes were broken into
through a back window.

Washington field isn't sure
the unsub got into the salon.

It's high risk. Maybe we're looking
at a drug addict?

But nothing was stolen.

And he took the time
to re-dress the victims.

Strange. The unsub stabbed
the victims in their original clothing

and then found clean ones
to put them in.

Yeah, they fit well. Maybe he brought
the new ones with him.

Or he could have taken them
from their homes.

So the unsub took the clothes
the victims were wearing as trophies.

They weren't found on the scene.
It could be a ritual.

Or our unsub gets
high on the kill,

then comes down,
feels remorse.

The time between kills
is decreasing,

suggesting
the unsub's emboldened

and getting better
at victim acquisition.

Then the after effects of the killing
would either exacerbate his guilt

or cause him to strike out
again soon.

Is mom coming down?

I think she went
for a run.

Again?

Since when did she
become an athlete?

I don't know.

You don't think
this is odd?

I don't ask questions.

Well, maybe
that's the problem.

Sky, don't start with me.

First she snaps at us,
now she's running at 6 a.m.?

Something's going on.

I think she's fine.

Yeah, she's just trying
to get it together.

She's acting weird.

Everyone's noticing.

Who's everyone?
Did you take a poll?

Grandma, Aunt Shirley,

even Kathy said something.

Well, Kathy gossips
about everything.

So, look, just
cut your mom some slack, ok?

She's been through a lot.

Besides, her physical therapist
recommended exercise.

Twice a day?

[Door opens]
Sky.

I'm home!

Ellen. I made French toast.

Oh, French toast?
Sounds good. I'll be right down.

[Footsteps on stairs]

[Panting]

It's ok, it's ok, it's ok.

It's ok.

It's ok.

You're ok.

♪ Criminal Minds 10x08 ♪
Fate
Original Air Date on November 26, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Rossi: "Change
is the law of life.

"And those who look
only to the past or present

are certain
to miss the future."

John F. Kennedy.

Hotch: All right, victimology.
From what we can tell,

the victims' lives
didn't intersect.

Since one worked
at a hardware store

and the others at a body shop
and a hair salon,

maybe he's targeting
local businesses.

Or our unsub's
the common thread.

I cross-checked patrons.
There's no overlap.

Morgan: He might
have paid cash.

We should check
security footage.

There's no obvious vulnerability
or desirability component

to the unsub's selection
criteria.

But the brutality
was the same.

Over a dozen stab wounds
in each victim.

This feels personal.

There's definitely
overkill and rage.

Well, there wouldn't
have been time between the kills

for planning
or surveillance.

Maybe our unsub
knew the victims

and this
is a vendetta?

If that's the case, we need to find
the nexus between these victims.

There'll be a Washington field agent
to meet you when you arrive.

I'm picturing tempered
inlaid glass on every floor,

which will create
a greenhouse effect.

It will allow
for constant

moderate climates
throughout the building.

Exactly. Saving millions
in energy costs.

So we'll be green.

And you'll save green.

We'll even thrown in
heat-sensing floors

which are regulated
by body temperature.

Oh, I love it.
You did amazing work.

Thank you.

I can't take
all the credit.

It's that Cornell education
kicking in. [Laughs]

We'll send final JPEGs Friday,
and if you approve,

we can be breaking ground
by the end of the month.

Let's do this.

Thank you so much.

You did a good job.

Thank you.

What was that?

A slam dunk.

You took my idea!

What are you talking about?

That was the team's idea.

Which I spent months
developing.

The least you could have
done was give me credit.

Are you serious?

You do this every time.

You act like you're
having an epiphany

and everyone knows
you're in your office

making dinner plans.

Ellen, my job
is to manage.

Sometimes I remember
who says what

and sometimes I don't.

What I do remember,
however,

is covering for you
for 6 months

when you were out
from your accident.

That has nothing
to do with this.

Sure it does. I wrote your reports,
I finished your designs.

Don't switch this around.

Oh, I won't. I'll just make sure
to tell Bob and Sam

everything I did for you
when you were out on disability,

extended 3 weeks past
what the government allows.

Now, if you don't mind,

I'm going to go celebrate
our team's win,

and I would love
for you to join us,

if you can break away
from your little pity party.

Garcia: Yeah.

Penelope, I need you
to get some Intel.

Oh. Like Nancy Drew style
or Jason bourne?

Or I can do a "Ray" show.

I could do like 27% Nancy,
53% Jason, or--

well, whatever you think
is appropriate. I'm being followed.

What, like a stalker?

No, P.I.
I just gotta find out

who she's working for.

Maybe somebody
I put away, or...

She could be a crazy fan.

OMG, you have a groupie.

You're officially
a rock star.

Yeah, right. I'll send you
her license plate.

And I will start
spelunking.

Goodbye.

P.I.? Maybe you've
got an admirer.

She had a file on me
this thick.

You'd be surprised how much
you can print out from Google.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Yeah, well,
I hope you're right.

This is why
I don't get remarried.

I struck out 3 times.

I'm better off
just doing my job,

writing my books,
and living alone.

Hey. SSA Norwood.

SSA Rossi.

Callahan.

It's kind of
a strange scene.

There's no real evidence
of a break-in.

Looks like our unsub's
highly skilled.

Still frenzied.

Body was found here?

Norwood: Sitting up.

Kate: But it was dragged
from over there.

If the unsub were a fit guy,

he'd probably be able
to lift her completely off the floor.

This person couldn't,
which suggests

he may be
weak or injured

or possibly a woman.

So the unsub again
put her in something new.

There are no perforations.

So where's the vic's
original clothes?

Seems like a lot
of effort to expend for trophies.

Bingo.

So the unsub cleaned them.

Probably washed the other
victims' stuff as well.

We'll check their homes.

Washing could be
a forensic countermeasure.

A male offender would have
destroyed the clothes.

Our unsub's a woman.

Let's get CSI to sweep
all the other lint filters

for trace evidence
of the killer.

Hotch: So Jessica called you
from the salon last night?

Yeah. I can't believe this.

And how was your
conversation?

Did anything seem
out of the ordinary?

No. We were in the middle
of a little argument,

but Jessica and I
always argued.

What was
yesterday's about?

Jessica went off on a client

and wanted me to say
she was justified.

Was she afraid that
the client would retaliate?

No. Customers stiffed her
all the time.

Jessica had a tendency
to go scorched earth

when she should have
just stayed quiet.

And how did she end
the conversation?

It was quick.

But that was normal, too.

It's just usually
she'd call me back

and...she didn't.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Victim number two,
Rick Mendoza,

had a direct
personality.

He would tell it
like it is at the body shop.

And Jessica had the same
sort of reputation at the salon.

Since all of our victims
are in the service industry,

maybe our unsub interfaced
with them and had bad interactions.

Someone might have
seen something.

We'll keep interviewing co-workers
and surrounding business owners.

I'll have Garcia look at Jessica's clients.
Maybe somebody retaliated.

Morgan: The wounds
are all over the place.

JJ: Rage might be
an understatement.

[Cell phone vibrates]
This offender had patience.

She's been scrubbed
perfectly clean.

Rossi and Kate think we might
be looking for a female killer.

The unsub washed
the victims' clothes as well.

You know, this might all fall under
the umbrella of "one neat aspect."

I've heard of that.
In the midst of a chaotic crime scene,

one thing gets
special attention

and is cleaned
or organized.

Yeah, in this case,
it could mean anything related

to cleaning the victim, including washing
their bodies or their clothes.

It's possible our unsub was recently
released from an institution

where she learned
regimented behavior.

Yeah. We should check
long-term mental facilities and prisons,

even recently discharged
military personnel.

What's this?

I pulled if off
the vic's smock.

It doesn't match her DNA.

So it either belongs
to a client from earlier

or it could possibly
be our unsub's.

Thank you very much
for your time.

Let's get back to the BAU.

Garcia: Hey, Rossi.

We just got back.
You got something?

Not about the case,
but I found something mysterious.

I ran that license
of the car

of the woman
that's following you.

It turns out it's a rental,

and she is far from a P.I.

She's actually
a TV crime reporter

in San Francisco.
Her name is Joy Struthers.

Wait. Crime reporter?

Yeah. And she writes
her own blog,

and last year
she self-published a novel

about the Zodiac killer.

Stop. I've heard enough.

I think she's a fan girl.

Is that another name
for crazy person?

It's a psycho fan who
thinks I'm Comic-Con.

Rossi, I think she just wants
a blurb for her next book.

Which she needs, because
the last one only sold 385 copies.

387. I bought two
'cause I felt bad.

You can't diss a girl
for trying.

Oh, yes, I can.

Thank you, Penelope.

[Sighs]

So, you got a sycophant
who wants a mentor.

Do you believe this?

Look on the bright side. It's not one
of your exes looking for more money.

No, it's a weirdo
looking for tutelage.

I tried that once.

The woman left
her manuscript all over my house.

Wait. She broke in?

6 times.

Well, where is she now?

She's doing 5 to 10.

Ooh. Classy.

Anything?

Lots of long brown hairs in the dryer.
They don't match the victim.

We found hair, too.

Maybe the unsub's
losing it.

Or our victims
yanked it out

while fighting
for their lives.

Clearly, she not
forensically sophisticated.

We should run it for DNA.

We might get an I.D.
or at least ethnicity and an age range.

Because of
the one neat aspect,

we had Garcia check out
people in regimented institutions,

but she came up empty.

Did she check out D.C.,
Maryland, and Virginia?

The whole DMV.

Washington Field
found the clothes

our first two victims,
were stabbed in

neatly folded up
in their respective closets.

Well, at least
our unsub's considerate.

We should keep searching.
Clearly her desire to kill is unabated.

You don't have to do this.

Don't have to do this.

Yes, you do.
You hate her.

You hate her.

[Cell phone rings]

Hello.

Ellen.

Yeah.

Where are you?

I need to see my boss.

Now?

It's kind of late.

I know, but it's really
important,

and, um, she needs
to go over some stuff with me.

This couldn't wait
till morning?

No, we gotta do it
right now.

I thought the presentation
was over.

Yeah, it is.
We have another one,

and she--she really
needs my ideas.

Where are you meeting her?

A bar--a bar.

What bar?

Michael, I'll see you
when I get home.

You should have seen her.

She thought I took her idea.

Isn't she the one
that does nothing?

Nothing. I do everything.

I spend half of my time
reworking her generic crap.

You should cut her loose.

I talked to Bob and Sam about it.
They said start documenting.

Good.

She's just a jealous bitch.

You know what you need?

You need to relax.

How about some wine?

And then maybe a back rub?

Cool.

But first...

Get into something
more comfortable.

Ok.

Yeah.

♪ Love, I'm trying ♪

[Knock on door]
♪ to get closer to you ♪

♪ I'm trying to get... ♪

Greg, I'm ready.

[Song continues]

Greg?

♪ Baby, me, oh, my ♪

Oh...

I get it.

Be more spontaneous, Sarah.

Ok.

We'll do it
in the kitchen, then.

Greg!

Oh, my God!

Ohh...Aah...

[Gasping]

Aah!

Please...Please...

No!

Oh! Oh! Oh, God!

Uhh!

Please!

Please don't!

No, Ellen!

Did you take my idea?

Yes, I did.
I'm so sorry.

I want to hear that louder.

Yes, yes! I stole
your idea and I'm sorry!

I'm sorry I took
your ideas.

No, no! No, Ellen!

Ellen! Oh--

Ohh...

[Gasping]

[Song continues
in background]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

[Breathing hard]

[Line ringing]

911. What's your emergency?

Hello?

911, what's your emergency?

[Siren]

Good morning, honey.

How did it go
with your boss?

Great.

She really loved
my stuff.

That's good, honey.

Oh.

We checked the house.
No sign of a break-in.

The housekeeper discovered
the bodies around 8 a.m.

Local P.D. also has a record

of a hang-up 911 phone call
last night.

But they were so swamped
they didn't send out a patrol car.

Did you find
the victim's old clothes?

In the dryer.

Her body was also
scrubbed clean,

whereas the boyfriend's
was left bloody in the kitchen.

So Sarah's
the intended victim,

which means the kills
are targeted.

It sounds like the unsub had
a specific interaction with each victim.

Is that more hair?

Thank you.

Hmm. This time they were
pulled from the root.

It was over here, so it probably didn't
happen during the struggle.

What if the unsub's
pulling her own hair out.

Why would she do that?

Because she has to.

We should deliver
the profile.

We believe the unsub
we're looking for is a Caucasian women

between the ages
of 40 and 50.

We think that she's
suffering from what we call

intermittent explosive disorder.

This disorder usually occurs
after a traumatic event.

It involves repeated
acts of impulsive

and aggressively
violent behavior.

It involves angry outbursts where
the sufferer reacts

in disproportion
to the situation.

In this case, the unsub
lets her anger fester,

then later lashes out.
We believe she had prior confrontations

with all the victims.

After she kills
or is thinking about killing,

we believe that she's
pulling her out hair out.

This is called
tricotillomania,

and it's a way that
she relieves stress.

She'll appear rational
at times

but be triggered by
external disputes or confrontations.

Her anger and remorse
will make her feel like

she has two personalities.

And we believe she was hospitalized
because of mental problems

but she stopped taking
her medication since being released.

And since she's no longer
in the environment

that helped her control
her urges,

she's been triggered
to start killing.

We see no indication

that these homicidal feelings
in her will subside.

We believe she will
continue to kill

as long as she encounters
stressors that set her off.

[Muted overlapping voices]

[Starts engine]

Michael, what are you
doing here?

I needed to talk to you.

Well, it's gotta wait.
Honey, I gotta go pick up Max

from basketball practice.

No, Kathy's gonna
take care of that.

Kathy? Why Kathy?

Because you're not
doing well, Ellen.

I'm fine.

You're far from fine.

Ever since the accident,
you've been acting strange.

Staying out late,
leaving early.

Michael, I have
a ton of work to do.

Add that to what I found
upstairs, I don't know what to say.

What you found?

Michael, you went
through my things?

This is your shirt.

It was in the back
of your closet.

What did you do, Ellen?

Oh, honey.

On the news they're talking
about a woman

who's hurting people
and pulling out her hair?

Did you hurt those people?

Of course not.

You weren't home last night.
Now your boss is dead.

No.
Did you hurt her?

So that's a coincidence?

What did you do?

Where did you get
that bruise?

I can't help you unless
you're honest with me.

[Quietly] Oh, god.

Oh, Michael.

I killed them.

Why?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I just did it.

I tried to stop
and I can't.

I know. I know.

Listen, we're gonna
get you help.

I'm gonna be by your side.

Oh, Michael.

I'm right here, ok?

Oh, Michael, I don't know
what's happening to me.

You're sick.

We're gonna
get through this.

I'm sorry.

I know.

We have to tell
the police.

Oh, no, Michael, no,
I can't. No.

They need to know
the truth.

Michael, no. Are you
listening to me? No!

Are you listening, Michael?!

Oh, my god! Ellen.

Uhh!

Help me.

Ok, come on.

Get out, out, out.

[Door opens]

Oh, my God.

What the hell happened?!

Dad?

I can explain.

Dad!

Come on, let's go.
Let's go!

Ok, I know that we said we weren't
looking for an addict.

What about somebody
who was in rehab,

is now off drugs
and out?

Theory?

Same structured behavior.
Similar routines

to being institutionalized.

No, there's no one
who fits the profile

in any drug rehab center.

Can you check
surrounding areas?

I checked every state.

What else could have
caused her I.E.D?

Frontal lobe damage from
a head injury of some sort.

Then maybe she had to undergo
inpatient physical therapy.

A rehabilitation program would have
exposed her to regimented behavior.

And the moment
that she was released

or started driving her car,

her rage could have been
triggered.

And check physical rehab
centers as well.

On it.

You're kidding.

What?

Nothing.
I'll be right back.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I can explain.

You come to my job?

I need to talk to you.

You're crazy.
You're not a P.I.

You're a reporter
trying to be a novelist.

How the hell did you
even get in here?

I got a press pass.

Press pass?
I had to see you.

Look, if I catch you
at my work again,

you'll be writing an opus
from behind bars.

Security!

No, please
don't do this.

Escort her out of here.
Please.

Out.

I'm your daughter!

I have checked all
local rehab facilities

for recently released
patients that fit the profile.

I'm still coming up empty.

And what about private
or HMO-run physical rehab centers?

Wait...

Uh, uh, ok, 10 months ago

a woman named Ellen Connell
was in a horrible car accident

that put her in an HMO
rehab center for 4 months.

What happened?

Her car collided
with two teen girls.

[Crash]
Ohh!

How bad was Ellen hurt?

So bad that she had hundreds of days
of physical therapy

due to head injuries.
She was released a month ago,

a week before
the first killing.

She must have had
frontal lobe damage

that destroyed
her impulse control.

And since she's developed
I.E.D, she's no longer able able to control

her bursts of rage
and the violence that follows.

So she's fine
until she gets mad.

But after she kills
and her anger subsides,

she reverts back
to her normal behavior.

Is there any overlap
of the victims?

She works at the same
architectural firm as her latest victim.

And she specializes
in doors and windows.

That's how she was able
to get in and out of the crime scenes.

She also ordered
a bunch of wigs

and lives two blocks away

from the third victim's
hair salon.

All right, send the address
to our phones.

My mom is Hayden Montgomery.

You married her
in '84 in Paris.

I know who Hayden is.

She was a diplomat, you were
on temporary duty with the FBI.

Hayden would have told me
if she was pregnant.

Ok, my dad--

my stepdad told me
about you

when he was dying
of cancer,

and it forced my mom
to finally come clean.

How can I believe you?

First you tell me you're a P.I.
And now this?

Ok, I was scared.
Look, you can even call my mom.

She's still in Paris.

Hey, Rossi.
We gotta go.

We'll straighten
this out later.

Leave your info
at the front desk.

So why was she here?
What did she want?

Nothing.

You ok?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Mom, where are we going?

Shut up.

Why are you doing this?

Just drive.

We need to go to
482 Crow's Nest Lane.

Who lives there?

It doesn't matter.
Just move.

[Crying]

Got a victim down here.

Dave?

Anything?

Abby Benson.
One of the girls

Ellen was in
the accident with.

[Ring]
Willing and able.

Garcia, we're outside
of Ellen Connell's office.

Check her IP address and see if she
was trying to reach

an Abby Benson recently.

Looks like
she followed her on Twitter

the moment
she got out of rehab.

She checks her Instagram daily.

How about today?

Pop goes the weasel.

She googled Abby's address
from her phone 10 minutes ago.

It's her endgame.

Thanks, Garcia.

Get out.

Get out!

Mom, what are we
doing here?

If we hurry, we can do this.

Whose house is this?

Would you stop talking!

Hi, may I help you?

Yes. I'm Ellen Connell, the one
your daughter hit with her car.

Excuse me?

Oh, my God!
[Screaming]

Mommy, please!

[Gasping]

What's going on?

Who are you?!

The woman whose life
you destroyed.

Just admit
you were wrong.

The accident
was your fault!

I'm the one in the wheelchair.
You hit me!

I didn't hit you!

Yes, you did. You hit her
and you killed her friend.

Mom, she's telling
the truth.

No. Had she been
paying attention,

none of this
would have happened.

I had the right of way.

The ground was wet.

Mom, please--
Shut up!

Whose side are you on?

You ruined my life.

Washed it
into the gutter.

I've lost everything
because of you!

Put the knife down!

[Gasping]

Get out.

Put it down, Ellen.

You don't want to kill her.
You don't want to kill any of them.

Your brain
is tricking you, Ellen.

You have frontal lobe damage
from the accident.

Your reasoning is off.

No. I'm fine.

You're not fine,
and you know it.

It's why you're pulling
your hair out, Ellen.

Please just go!

Ellen, she's your daughter.
Look at her.

Now, it's not too late
to fix this.

She and Max
are all that's left.

Don't hurt them, too.

[Crying]

This isn't me.

We know that, Ellen.

Just put the knife down.

[Sobbing] Mom...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Hey.

I'm Jennifer.

I am going to pick up
your brother

and take the both of you
to your aunt's house.

This is my fault.

No. No, don't say that.

I knew there was
something wrong.

I should have done more.

No one ever
sees this coming.

We're gonna get
your mom help.

She's gonna
need your support.

Ok.

Do you think the jury
will be sympathetic?

Maybe. There is proof

that the accident
altered her brain.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

What do you mean,
she checked out?

Yeah. That's what her credit card said.
She left an hour ago.

Do you know
where she went?

Well, check the airports,
train stations.

Ok. Ok. Uh...

She bought a plane ticket
that leaves at 9:54 tonight.

Dulles or National?

Great. Thanks.

What's going on?

I need a car.

Ok. Is everything
all right?

[Song playing
indistinctly]

♪ Gone forever, we don't know ♪

♪ like a prayer ♪

♪ the circle lost
somehow along the way ♪

♪ why are you gone? ♪

♪ Lost me ♪

♪ told me all about... ♪

It's not that I don't
want to be married.

I just don't want
to stay here.

My job is here, David.

And I'm not asking you
to leave it.

[Song continues indistinct]

♪ ...way too fine ♪

♪ we become who we are ♪

♪ sailing among the stars ♪

♪ sit down... ♪

Hi.

[Song continues indistinct]

All right. You're all set.

Thanks.

♪ In the waves,
all the tides ♪

Hey, it's me.

How are you?

I'm good.

Are you sure?

You don't sound
all that good.

Hey, I'm fine.

♪ Down, it all goes
down, down, down ♪

[Turns on siren]

Joy?

What--what are you doing here?

You flew all the way
out here to meet me.

I figured you had
a few questions.

I know I do.

And if your first
question is,

will you please just
leave me alone,

I respect that.

Why didn't you stay
with her?

Your mom and I
had a complicated relationship.

It was a whirlwind
summer in Paris,

and when it was over, the reality
was I was moving up in the FBI

and she was a diplomat.

That's not good enough.

Look, I wanted to
take over the world,

and she was already
doing it.

She was meeting
with dignitaries,

traveling
to different countries.

And I couldn't handle it.

And instead of Manning up,

I pushed her away.

I told here I wasn't sure
I wanted to be married.

But honestly, I j--
I just wanted to catch up.

You were the love
of her life.

I didn't believe that.

I know what I said
to you earlier,

that if your mom
was pregnant,

she would have told me.

But the truth is,
she wouldn't have said anything.

I was in no position
to have a family,

and she knew it.

I was running away.

Had you known,
would you have stayed?

I can't speak for the David Rossi
of 30 years ago.

I'd like to think
I would have.

But--but I'm standing
here right now.

Look, can you just stay
a little while longer?

I'll pay for
the change of ticket.

Oh, no, actually,
I've got to go.

Um...You have a grandkid
who's running a fever.

Grandkid?

Yeah. A 2-year-old boy,
Kai.

[Sobs]

You're killing me.

And you'd love my husband.

He's Italian.

Look...

If you don't mind having some company
this weekend...

I'd love to
meet them and...

Get to know you.

Ma'am, we're about
to close the door.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Dad.

♪ You know
I just want to be ♪

♪ just want to be
where you are ♪

Rossi:
"When it comes to life,

"we spin our own yarn.

"And where we end up
is really in fact

where we always
intended to be."

Julia Glass.

♪ Just want to be
where you are ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man