All language subtitles for Criminal.minds.S10E13.DIMENSION.English-WWW.MY-SUBS.CO

Translated By The Community Of WWW.MY-SUBS.COM

[Loud engine noise,
rattling, owl hooting]

Are you sure?

It's Gideon.

♪ Criminal Minds 10x13 ♪
Nelson's Sparrow
Original Air Date on January 28, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Rossi: "The bitterest tears
shed over graves

"are for words left unsaid

and deeds left undone."

Harriet Beecher Stowe.

There are no fresh tire tracks.
We'll keep the roadblocks going.

He's got a 3-hour head start.
He's got a high-powered rifle.

He shouldn't be approached
without backup. [Cell phone rings]

Hotchner.

Yeah, just tell them
you're with us.

They'll let you through.

Ok.

Is this how
it's gonna go,

all my friends
dying off?

First Erin,
then Harrison,

and...now Jason.

Disease is one thing,
but...

Murder?

[Bird cawing]

I hadn't talked to him
in years.

Me neither.

How does that happen?

Back in the day,
I would have bet my life

that we'd always be close.

But maybe we never were.

You know, it could be
that after all these years,

I just rewrote our history.

[Camera clicks]

So you guys haven't
seen Gideon

in like 8 years?

He didn't say good-bye
or anything?

He left Spence a letter.

The way to love him
was to let him be.

It sounds intense.

More like passionate.

He had that reputation.
I guess that's what it takes

to be one of the godfathers
of the BAU.

Yeah, he was a legend.

I was excited.
He was teaching this class

and I signed up,
but he only lectured twice.

Because he found
the Footpath Killer

and came back to the unit.

I heard that's why
he jumped ship.

There was always a method
to his madness.

Maybe because
he followed his heart.

So he retired and then
got into these birds?

Mm, yeah. Birds have
always been his thing.

I'm not sure why.

[Birds cawing]

Graves Apple Farm
is a mile from here.

They're his closest
neighbors.

Called in the gunfire
at 3:15.

Evidence of size 10 boot.

Wide tread,
likely rubber sole.

Rossi: Between those
and a high-powered rifle,

it could be anyone
from around here.

He didn't leave
any casings. Sorry.

There's not much
evidence out here.

Then we'll just have to look
at what he did.

He could have easily
shot him from here.

It wasn't close enough.
He wanted to kill him

in his own house.

Wounds him first
because he's a coward

and doesn't have
the guts to go inside

until he's got
the upper hand.

He'd only feel confident
if he knew he'd weakened him.

He sounds like a hunter.

He wanted Gideon
to know who he was.

He watched, waited,
and hunted him.

This is personal.

Rossi: Who's that?

Stephen.

Oh, my God.

He's not a kid anymore.

That's the slowest
I've ever seen you type.

Snooping into Gideon's
spending habits

makes me feel like a creep.

Yeah, well, try looking
through his bedroom.

Oh, you win.

All right,
so there was newspaper,

a few days worth of clothes,
and hotel soaps.

Oh, he always did that.

He'd collect them
and put like money and gum

and make these little bags and keep
them in his car, give them to the homeless.

Tells us
he's been traveling.

A lot, according
to his plastic.

Mainly down the east coast.

But he came back home.
So who knew that

and who would
want him dead?

We should start
with recent releases.

Gideon's arrested
a lot of people.

Thousands. He's been
a crime-fighter since, what, 1975?

Yeah. 40-year sentence sounds
pretty good until the 40 years are up.

Out of respect,
I kept him covered.

Appreciate that.

'Cause of death
was hypovolemic shock

due to ballistic trauma.

3 points of entry--
left shoulder,

right abdominal wall,

and right temporal.

Not for long, no.
Morgan: Did he suffer?

His brain stopped working before he
was able to process his last breath.

After the final shot, he was gone within
a fraction of a second.

Would you excuse us,
please?

Of course.

Thank you.

Did you hear any of that?

He didn't suffer.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

Sometimes you put up these walls
and you block us out,

and you can't do that,
not right now.

We need you, kid.

Gideon needs you.

I'm going to step
right out there,

and when you're ready...

Let's go get
this son of a bitch.

Who would want
to kill my dad?

That's what we're
trying to figure out?

Did he say if anyone
had contacted him recently?

You mean someone
from his past or something?

Anything.

Um...

After he left the BAU,

he called to tell me
about his list.

He never said
it was a bucket list,

but that was the idea
anyway.

Uh...

Reconnecting with me
was one of his things.

Which is ironic,
because most of my life

I felt like
he was avoiding me.

He was gone
so much of the time,

I figured he regretted
even having me.

That's not true.

I knew your dad
pretty well.

And he had trouble
with a lot of things.

Saying "I'm sorry"
was one of them.

Ok, Gideon fueled up
every 350 miles,

he probably stopped
at some diners along the way,

'cause, you know, the man could like
live off of milkshakes.

Definitely he took his sweet time
going down the coast,

but booked it back
from Jacksonville,

and instead of coming
here home to his cabin,

he stayed one night
in Roanoke.

Why? It's only
an hour away.

Spence?

"I just don't understand
any of it anymore.

"I guess I'm just looking
for it again,

"for the belief I had
back in college,

"the belief I had
when I first met Sarah

and it all seemed so right."

That's beautiful.

Who's Sarah?

Gideon's first love.

You're remembering
the letter Gideon left you.

I'm thinking maybe
he rushed back

and stayed in Roanoke
because he was finally happy.

What if he found
someone like Sarah again?

How's the kid?

Not great.

But he'll get his head
back in the game.

Rossi, this is crazy.

Gideon and I used to walk around scenes
like this all the time.

He'd always say to me,
"Morgan, I'm the unsub.

How did I do it?"

Well, first I shoot my
target from a distance, wounding him.

Then I move in
for the kill.

Gideon has the strength
to shoot a few rounds into the door.

But he misses.

Because I've weakened
his dominant hand.

Gideon didn't have the strength
to hold his gun steady.

So, I stand over.

I get off on this.

My face is the last
thing he'll see.

And then I finish him.

All right,
most of the gunfire

was from here
to the door, right?

So then why did Gideon
shoot way over here to this wall?

It looks like this
was done on purpose.

Shot's gotta mean something.

The devil is in the detail.

I need to check something
out. Let's take a ride.

Um, hi.

Do you need some help?

I'm pretty sure
this thing is busted.

I've got a quarter.

You want me to try?

It'll just eat it.

It already took
3 of my coins.

You have a phone
I can borrow?

Forget it.

No. Uh, no,
maybe I can help.

What's wrong?

The van won't turn over.

And my dog is sick.

Trying to call the vet
'cause they got a shuttle

that'll come pick him up.

[Beep]

Here you go.

[Dog whimpering]

What's wrong with your dog?

Oh, bum leg.
I thought a walk would help,

but I think all that
made his heart hurt.

You can pet him.

He won't bite.

He looks ok.

Yeah?

That's good.

Maybe he just needs
some water?

Ohh!

[Dogs whimpers]

Good boy.

I just always thought
I'd see him again.

I know.

I'd just really like to play
one more game of chess with him.

I know I'm not being
very rational,

and I know I haven't
seen him in a really long time,

but...I think about him
all the time,

and I knew he was
always out there,

and now it just feels...

Empty.

Yeah.

But time will pass,

and slowly you'll forget
how much it hurts.

Then maybe you'll find
something else

to...fill that empty space.

I don't want to find
something else.

I've never been
in this building.

No need to. This was
the bomb shelter back in the day.

I'm sure we can find something
dehydrated if you get hungry.

[Door creaks]

Damn if it doesn't
smell the same.

We're back where
it all started, my friend.

We were the behavioral
science unit back then.

This is awesome.

They called us
the B.S. unit.

We were pretty organized.

All right, I think
this is it.

Salem, Virginia,
Roanoke County, 1978.

Gideon was the lead
on this one.

You know, we got enough
material here

for one hell of a book.

Don't you think?

Huh?

I said I'm gonna
write a book someday,

use all our hard work,
take the credit for myself.

Make a million bucks.

That's nice.

What are you looking at,
anyway?

Birds.

There's a third murder
without motive in Salem.

A serial crime.
Let's get used to saying that.

Every 3 months
like clockwork.

So he's seasonal
like Zodiac?

Yeah, but he's not
taunting us like Zodiac.

He's too obsessed
with his own thing.

What's his type?

20-something, brunettes.

He strangles them,
then leaves them in an open grave.

But here's the thing.

He puts dead birds
in their hands.

What kind?

Small, brown.

They look like every
other bird I've ever seen.

But it's gotta mean
something to him.

Well, you got me hooked.
Let's take a trip to Roanoke.

I want to talk
to these victims' families.

Maybe there's a connection
between them.

Did you catch him?

No. There was never
a fourth body.

So he wasn't obsessed
with the seasonal killing.

Maybe you forced him
into hiding.

He was to fixated
to stop cold turkey.

We thought maybe
he was locked up or moved away.

And you never saw
that signature again?

No.

But Gideon must have
seen something

to make him leave
Florida early

and drive directly
to Roanoke.

[Ring]
Go ahead, Dave.

Hotch, I think this is it,
but I need to fill everyone else in.

The last thing Gideon
did was to shoot a bird painting.

I think he was trying
to tell us that his killer

is the same one from
a case we worked on in 1978.

So it was someone
he locked up.

No, those murders
went unsolved.

So if this wasn't about
revenge on Gideon

if he didn't lock the guy up,
then what was this?

Maybe he went after Gideon because
he was back on the case again.

The unsub was strangling
20-something brunettes.

Garcia, were there any female bodies
found in Roanoke County

in the past few days?

Let me check
the crystal web ball.

Uh...

Yes. An unidentified
woman in her 50s

was found in a shallow grave
just outside of Salem.

Was she strangled?

That's the mystery.
There was no foul play.

Was there a dead bird
in her hand?

What? Eew. None of that
fowl play either.

What's the significance
of the bird?

Those little brown birds
were the unsub's obsession.

[Birds cooing and squawking]

Kate: So how did Gideon
get back on the case?

He saw the story
in a national paper

and it obviously
piqued his interest.

What are the chances
that the same woods

and the same ritual
make headlines again?

But the signature
was missing.

That's why he drove
to Roanoke.

He needed to make sure it wasn't
just a coincidence.

Well, clearly it wasn't.

And this woman would have
been in her 20s back then.

Age-wise, that's his type.

Gideon must have thought
the same thing.

If she was a victim, then she was held
captive for 37 years.

Who knows what he did
to her in all that time?

What if he stopped killing
because he found the victim

he really wanted
and held on to her?

Her recent death could
have sent the unsub into a tailspin.

He's probably gonna
want to find someone new.

And if it's anything
like what he did before,

he may hunt and kill
until he finds the right one.

We'll meet you
in Roanoke, Dave.

You need to stay here
with Garcia.

I know.

Ok.

Hotch: We need to
retrace Gideon's steps.

We know he arrived too late
to see the body,

which is probably why
he stayed overnight.

Maybe he looked at
the disposal site first

and went to the M.E.
in the morning.

Would he have gone
to the sheriff?

Probably not, without
evidence to back up his theory.

Oh. The Roanoke sheriff
just sent me the report

and a crime scene photo.

Gideon didn't have this photo,
but he still had a hell of a hunch.

Wait a minute.

Gideon had a picture.

Search through his wallet.
There's a picture of a girl.

Sir, he has a lot
of pictures in here.

Well, look at one of
the older ones,

like it was from
a high school yearbook.

Tara Burnett, Roanoke High,
class of '76.

That's her.

It's gotta be. We met
her mother back then.

How long has Tara
been missing?

3 days.

You told the sheriff?

He doesn't believe
anyone kidnapped Tara.

Why is that?

She isn't much
of a looker.

Like they think
no one would want her.

But you know this crazy man
isn't taking the pretty ones.

When you told the sheriff
your concerns,

did he report Tara missing
to other jurisdictions?

No. He told me
to make a flyer.

That's it? Why?

Because Tara ran away
when she was in high school,

a few times.
She wasn't a bad kid.

It's just...

Her father's a real...

And sometimes the cops
have come.

So they think
she's run off again.

But...

Look, I might not be
the best mother,

but I love her.

And in my gut...

I know something's
really wrong.

Help me.
Ma'am, we have to work beside

but they don't believe me.
The local law enforcement.

You have to convince them to
file the proper paperwork.

The FBI has no jurisdiction here.
No one is listening to me.

Please, please, can you
just--can you please...

This way I'm not the only one
thinking about Tara.

[Softly] Thank you.

You can't keep that.

You and your partner.

It's like seeing ghosts.

He still had Tara's
picture, you know.

I know.

He was a good man.

What did you and Agent
Gideon talk about?

He wanted to know if she had a butterfly
tattoo on her ankle.

Did she have
that tattoo?

Yes.

And now you're
wanting to know, too.

So what's going on?

That ink's pretty faded.

She must have got that
40 years ago.

What was the C.O.D.?

Cancer.

Cancer.

She was riddled with it.

No evidence of tissue
damage from chemo or radiation.

At first I thought her
severe muscle atrophy

and bone loss
was a side effect of the disease.

And she clearly
lost her appetite,

because her stomach
shrunk to half its size.

You said at first you thought
it was about the disease.

What changed your mind?

Well, I hadn't
finished the exam

when I explained all of
this to the other one--what's his name?

Gideon.

Yes, him.

Now that I've had time
to fully examine the body,

it tells a different story.

She's got ripped ligaments between
her pelvic girdle and femur bone,

like her legs had been
dislocated multiple times.

She's got calluses like she was
crawling around like a limp dog.

Have you ever
seen that before?

Yes. On 3 young women
many years ago.

He took the time to bring
her all the way out here,

but he didn't bury her.
It speaks to his remorse.

Yeah, he probably
came here to visit.

Want to bet this place has
emotional value to him?

But leaving dead birds
in his victims' hands was his signature,

so why abandon it now?

Maybe he outgrew it?

Keeping her for 40 years
became his new obsession.

He's got to be comfortable here.
It takes some time to gather all this.

Clearly not worried
about getting busted.

[Birds squawking]

Hotch?

He put her on display.

It's a nest.

[Bird cawing]

[Gasps]

[Gasping]

Ohh! Oh! Ohh!

[Screaming]

Aah!

No!
[Hip dislocates]

[Screaming]

Aah!

[Whimpering]

[Laughing]

[Making lip-smacking sounds]

[Whimpering]

I'm waiting on the dead
girls' case files from '78.

They haven't even
scanned yet,

so, it's gonna take
at least an hour.

Found it in his freezer.

Mint chip.

[Laughs]
That was his favorite.

Remember that birthday
of his and we had the taste test?

Yeah, we couldn't fool him.

It's the good stuff
or nothing.

We haven't eaten since--

Last night.

Is this too weird?

Cha, it is,
for lots of reasons.

Ok.

[Beeping]

That was fast.

It was.

This is not then,
though. This is now.

I set an alert for
all things Roanoke,

including
the boring stuff.

This is not boring,
this is bad.

There's a missing woman.
Her name is Josie Behdart.

Called on her cell
to say she'd be 5 minutes late

for her shift at the library
and she never showed up.

There she is.

He likes that age.

Hey, Hotch, there's
another missing woman.

You need to get to the library
on Third and Main right now.

Today's victim, Josie Behdart,
23, single, she walked to work.

Local cops just found her cell phone
in a trash can and, surprise, no cameras.

And all the original reports confirm
that each of the victims

was taken within a mile
of this library.

This guy's got a precise
comfort zone.

It hasn't changed since '78.

My guess is there's
another significance to this location.

A library could be an ideal
hunting ground--

a haven for the lonely.
Let me check it out.

Gideon's plan on coming here was
to prove was to prove his hunch,

so he would have gathered
enough to make a clean arrest,

and that's when he
would have called us in.

Except he didn't
get the chance.

The unsub identified
him first.

Where did he spot him?

The places where
the unsub was hunting.

Local hangouts. Where else would
Gideon have gone?

What can I get you?

Did you see a white man
in here yesterday, early 60s?

He was wearing a striped shirt,
khakis, sneakers.

Oh, sure. Yeah.

I usually only
get regulars here,

so it's easy
to remember him.

He messed with
his hands a lot.

I took his order,
and he sat at this booth

breakfast to supper.
I gave him an extra piece of pie,

he was here so long.

Speaking of which,
let me get you gentlemen a slice.

Uh, just coffee,
please.

Sure.

He knew this guy
was a local

and creature of habit,
and this place screams both.

Gideon stood out
because he's neither.

That's how the unsub
knew who he was.

And you know
he did something to make sure

he got the unsub's
attention.

I'm gonna do that to you.

It takes a long time.

[Gasps, sobs]

The librarian remembers Gideon.
He got a temporary card,

checked out these books
in the morning

and left them in the drop box
on his drive home last night.

He left the library
and came here to read books.

It's classic Gideon
and classic profiling.

He sat right here to let the unsub
know he was watching.

And it worked.

If Gideon was so sure
he lured the right guy,

why didn't he tell us?

It's like the unsub
was his white whale.

He wanted to catch him
on his own,

and his last move
was when the unsub targeted him.

The age of the victims has stayed
the same as the unsub has aged.

It speaks to his
arrested development.

So the question's
what it's always been.

Why them? Why now?

And why now?

Why them? Why now?

It's called twitching
in England.

Bird-watching.

I understand
the appeal of it.

It's like hunting.

You hate hunting.

I hate it so much.

But bird-watching.
It's kind of like what we do.

Everyone's got a name
and a lineage.

But it's the behavior
that really distinguishes them.

Like this one here.

It builds courtship nests
in evergreen hemlock trees.

A blue-headed vireo.

Is there a quiz later?

And this one here.

A madly in love,
overworked Italian,

who stops at every pay phone
to call his wife

and buys an incredible
amount of postcards.

It's a David Rossi.

Not what you think.

See, you're collecting
the kind of postcards you would collect

if you had a kid.

But you don't have a kid,

which means...

You and Carolyn
are expecting.

Mazel.
We are.

And according to my
mother and her old-world

hang the needle and thread
over the belly trick,

it's a boy.

It's never been more important
to catch a guy like this.

Everyone is someone's baby.

Exactly.

So, this book of yours,

what does it say about
the kinds of birds

he's leaving
in the victims' hands?

Nelson's sparrow.

You see, they're
secretive in nature.

And get this.

They don't listen to their own instincts
when they're in danger.

Instead of flying off,
they scurry away by foot.

These victims,
their self-esteem is so low,

they ignore their own instinct
to fight or flight.

So they wouldn't trust their gut enough
to scream or run away

when danger's
smack in front of them.

The person has to have
enough self-worth to want to cause a scene.

Here you go.

And this unknown
subject,

he wants to claim
his kill.

Yeah.

He makes it unique
to him.

The bird in the hand
is like...

A signature.

A signature. Yeah.

I like that.
We should call it that.

This is it.
Nelson's sparrow.

It's what the unsub
left in their hands

because its behavior
matched that of the insecure victims.

So the unsub really knew his birds
and where to find them.

Is there some kind of bird
lovers club in the area?

Garcia, are there any nature centers
or bird-watching chapters in the area?

There's an old-timey bird-watching
group called the Flappers,

median age of like 89.

They started
in the sixties.

Most of the members
have gone extinct.

And chances are
the unsub and his victims

weren't a part
of that group,

so where else
would he meet them?

Tara was his ideal.

Kate: What makes her
so special?

Tara's mother said
she was broken.

And he knew that because he spent
more time watching her than the others.

So he was able to study her, not just
glance as she passed by the window.

She was a few years out of high school
when she disappeared.

Maybe he knew her
from there.

She wasn't very social.

Well, neither was he.

They were both in their 20s
when she was taken.

If they weren't friends in high school,
maybe they worked together?

Tara's mom said right out of school
she bagged groceries.

I've got Tara working at Joe's on Main
summer of '76 through '77.

Are there any employees
at Joe's supermarket

who started in the seventies
and are still there?

Well, that's nearly 40 years ago
in a galaxy far, far away

that wasn't using
my magic binary boxes,

but, yeah, the place
is still family owned and operated.

Give me a hot minute.

[Bird singing]

[Squawks]

Ok. 3 of the people
still working there

are women.
That leaves two males.

There's a name
I've heard before. Mallick.

Who?

Gertie Mallick

was one of
the founding members

of the bird group.

Died in 1974.

Her next of kin
was her nephew

Donnie Mallick,
who inherited her farm

and...

buys enough birdseed
to let me know

I should send you
his address.

[Bird singing]

Do I crack it?

I want to crack something.

Say I get to.

You get to.

You or it?

It.

You're so whispery
right now.

Why so whispery?

I'm scared.

You're scared?

That's funny.

[Crying]

Do I crack you or it?

It.

It? Really?

Yes!

Yes! Yes!
Crack it? You sure?

Yes? Yes? Yes?
Crack it?

Ok, you say so.

[Bone cracks]

[Sobbing]

[Cries out]

What did that bird
ever do to you?

What'd he do to you?

Tell me.

Nothing.

He didn't hurt me.

I know he didn't.

Ah!

[Hip dislocates]
Aah!

Babies having babies.

Zettie Mallick gave birth
to Donald Allen Mallick

in 1956, 3 months shy
of her 14th birthday.

Father unknown.
When she was 18,

she was sent to live
in a mental health facility

for schizophrenia,
and 4-year-old Donnie

was sent to live
with his only living kin,

72-year-old wheelchair
bound Aunt Gertrude.

I have no school records
on him past 1971,

and if I do the math
from aunt Gertie's death certificate,

he's been on his own
since he was 17.

The years of isolation
in that house were his stressor.

That explains
why he was obsessed with birds.

And when she died,
he replaced her with Tara.

[Whimpers]

[Crying]

Aah!
[Hip dislocates]

[Crying]

[Birds squawking]

Parrot: Watch it.
Watch it.

[Gasps]

[Gagging, crying]

Shh.

Mallick!

[Tara crying out, muffled]

[Choking, screaming]

[Coughing]

[Sobbing]

You can lock me up.

I still win.

I got my girls.

And I killed Jason Gideon.

You're right.

You'd be a big deal in prison
for killing a federal agent.

A legend if you killed two.

[Gunshot]

[Squawking]

This is wrong.

This is just plain wrong.
Pull over, Dave.

For god's sake, pull over!

Look, the trail is dead.
The Bureau isn't letting us stay.

Well, we can't
just leave here.

We did the best
we could, Jason.

That is not good enough,
because he's still out there.

He's gonna do terrible things
and we won't find him,

because there's so many of them and
there's only 3 of us.

And we can't to it all.
We can't.

Look at this.

We didn't find her.

This is someone's baby,
do you get that?

Of course I get that.

And you're right,
we need more help.

We need an army.

Then let's get back
and build our army.

But we aren't gonna
get it with you screaming to the Gods.

Ok.

You know, if this writing
thing works out,

you can buy us a plane.

[Chuckles]

Oh, sure. Yeah.

I can see it now.

You know, you've been
pretty edgy.

What's really going on?

You tell me, profiler.

I like that.

Profiler.

So go ahead, tell me
why I'm so edgy lately.

It's simple, really.

It takes one to know one.

You're gonna be
a father, too.

You're very good.

Not as good as me,

but impressive, Agent.

What's your middle name.

Stephen. Why?

♪ On the edge of the dark ♪

♪ I wait for the sun to rise ♪

♪ oh, there's still
a little light that shines ♪

♪ deep in my time ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ and when I sleep ♪

♪ I will dream of
the sweet things... ♪

He was brilliant at his job
because of you.

He wanted your world to be as great
as he knew you would be.

Thank you.

He always said
you were his family.

I get it.

If you need anything,

you know where
to find me, Stephen.

♪ On the edge of the dark ♪

♪ I will wait for
the sun to rise ♪

♪ 'cause there's still
a little light to shine ♪

♪ deep in my time ♪

♪ mm mm mm mm mm ♪

♪ mm mm mm ♪

♪ mm mm mm mm mm... ♪

He loved watching
the seasons change from here.

Couldn't wait
to get snowed in.

So about 10 years ago,

we're sitting on the runway
in Denver,

and we're waiting for
the wings to be de-iced,

and everybody's stressed out,

and suddenly Gideon collapses

in this fit of
uncontrollable laughter.

You know, the crazy kind
where he ends up in tears.

I know the one.

And he says
that it reminds him

of a case that you two
worked in a blizzard

in upstate New York, and there were
no cars, so you had to take sleds.

Lockport. The only time
it isn't snowing is on the fourth of July.

So he says
that there was a dare...

A double dare,
to take a sled

down rattlesnake hill.

There was the local kid.
Must have been 12.

He dares us to go down
this incline that was legendary.

Well, you know Gideon.
He's not about to turn down a challenge.

Even from a 12-year-old.

Of course. So he takes
this kid's sled

and goes flying
down this hill.

I mean, it was
like lightning.

He jumps off right before
it smacks into a headstone.

He said that was you.

No.

[Laughing]

Yeah, well, he never let
the truth get in the way of a good story.

Nope, he sure didn't.

♪ I will dream
of the sweet things ♪

♪ 'cause there's still
a little light shining ♪

Thanks for reminding me.

♪ Deep in my time ♪

[Birds singing]

♪ I... ♪

♪ Mm mm mm mm... ♪

Hotch: "When a good man
is hurt,

all who would be called good
must suffer with him."

Euripides.

♪ Mm mm mm mm mm... ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man