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♪ Stay -uh ♪

♪ Stay -eh ♪

♪ Oo oh ♪

[Beep]

♪ Eh ♪

♪ Let's go on -eh ♪

Hey.

♪ It's all fear, real danger ♪

♪ This world ain't simple ♪

♪ but I'm strong,
I know how to get out ♪

♪ and I'll find my way ♪

♪ 'cause, 'cause
it's love real simple ♪

Kyle?

♪ That's how it works ♪

Where's Paige?

♪ Oh ooh ♪

Everybody inside!

Hands up.

♪ So won't you just give it up
'cause you don't understand ♪

Get down on the ground!
Get down on the ground!

♪ 'Cause you don't
understand, baby ♪

♪ You crazy world,
crazy world ye-eh ♪

♪ I feel real passionate ♪

♪ You feel the sun comes down ♪

♪ I'm gonna make it... ♪

♪ You crazy world,
crazy world ye-eh ♪

♪ Crazy world,
crazy world ye-eh ♪

[Knocking]

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Have a seat.

So the Attorney General
has announced

a first of its kind
comprehensive review

of every serial criminal
in federal prison.

Ok.

And he wants you to supervise
and coordinate the team.

Oh.

Congratulations.

Uh...Um, I've--eh--

I'm just gonna hyperventilate
for a moment,

so if I could
just have--

[exhales]
Ok, well--well, when?

When--when
does he need it?

It's ambitious. He says it's all
gonna happen in a year

and you'd need to start
immediately.

You'd have to leave
the BAU.

No. Oh. I--

no, I came here
for a reason.

I love what we do.

I don't want to leave.

But it's a great opportunity.

Why don't you take some time
to think about it?

Don't go.
Garcia?

I'm sorry, sir.
I wasn't--

I wasn't eavesdropping.
Official business.

What is that?

Uh--oh, it's--
it's fresh off the wire.

There's a single murder,
but they think that single murder

is super significant because
the field office email

said "urgent" like 3 times.

This is in Glenport Village.

What's in Glenport Village.

Uh, Glenport Village
is a planned community of sex offenders.

I wrote the psychological
questionnaire that Reverend Santos uses

to choose the residents.

Planned community of sex offenders?
You're serious?

Glenport Village, Florida,
houses a wide spectrum

of non-violent offenders,

crimes ranging
from statutory rape

to public urination
in front of children.

No rapists or murderers
until now.

Well, I can tell you
one thing.

Reverend Santos and his community
are dedicated to reform.

It says here he went to jail
at 18 for impregnating

his 15-year-old girlfriend.

Yes, but no offenses since and
40 years and two children later,

they're still
happily married.

Am I reading this right?
Families with kids live there?

The law requires sexual offenders
to live certain distances

from bus stops,
playgrounds, and schools,

but it says nothing
about being their neighbors.

In most cities that's a legal oversight,
but in this one,

it was part
of the design plan.

Look, here's some context.
In 2009, Reverend Santos

was able to buy up a few homes
in Barclay Bay using church funds.

Now, the real estate
was already inexpensive in this area,

but when surrounding
residents found out

that he planned
to house sex offenders,

there was a mass exodus,

so eventually he was able to buy up
the rest of the homes

and then rename the town.

Will he cooperate
with us?

He's already sending us
files on all the residents,

past and present.

This community
is a fascinating experiment.

Typically
when sex offenders

try to reintegrate
into society,

they're rejected,
they're isolated.

But this community,
sick of the harassment,

decided to self-isolate.

Well, that experiment
just backfired.

Yeah, in a massive way.

Two nights ago
authorities found

the body of Paige Lincoln
in her bathroom.

She was stabbed in
the chest and the stomach.

Yeah, I'm just shocked that the
reverend didn't call me immediately.

Well, they had
a suspect right away--

her husband, Kyle Lincoln.

He was covered in her blood,

but his alibi checked out
this morning, and the blood

was because he was trying
to resuscitate her.

And now we have a two-day-old crime scene
and a town full of suspects.

Wheels up in 30.

It's all the way down
the block.

What are you, scared?

No.

Yes, you are.

Maggie, wait!

Hey!

♪ Criminal Minds 11x06 ♪
Pariahville
Original Air Date on November 4, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Morgan: "I swear,
from the bottom of my heart,

"I want to be healed,
I want to be like other men,

not this outcast
who nobody wants."

E.M. Forster.

The victim, Paige Lincoln,
was a high school teacher

caught making out
with a student.

She moved to Glenport
Village shortly thereafter,

met her husband Kyle,
who's an offender there,

and by all accounts,
their marriage was stable.

She was found in
a cheerleader outfit

that according to her Amazon
purchases, she bought.

Must have been
her husband's fantasy.

Well, according to her history,
it could be hers.

I mean, is that why
she was killed?

Maybe she was having
an affair.

Well, if Paige was looking for guys
who were into cheerleaders,

this town was
a good place to start.

I know this preacher, ok?
These aren't bad people.

Just because this happened
here doesn't mean a resident did it.

We just need to keep
all of our options open.

She's right. This isn't
a prison or military base.

People move in and out
freely.

What if this
was a vendetta kill

committed by a victim
of a Glenport Village resident?

Revenge is a good
motivator.

Garcia's tracking
outside threats.

When we land, Lewis and I
will go talk to the reverend.

Dave, you go to the M.E.

Morgan, you and Reid
go talk to Paige's husband.

Mr. Lincoln, we need
to ask you some personal questions.

Are you sure that
you're up to this?

Yeah, it's fine. Just...

Just get it over with.

The cheerleader costume.
We know Paige bought it.

Was that role play
something that she was into, or...

No, I...

It was my thing.

Who else would have
known that?

Nobody.

Look, why is this
so important?

The man who killed Paige
dressed her up before he took her life.

So either he has the same role playing
preference you do...

Or he's trying
to frame you with it.

Do you see where
we're going with this?

Sometimes I'd...

I'd want her to have it on
when I got home.

I'd text her.
Only it wasn't a text,

it was a...

Internet relay chat.

It's like a text, only--

IRC self-deletes
when you close the window.

Exactly.

Why would you need
so much privacy?

You haven't met
the reverend, have you?

That's everyone, Tara.

All 1,922 citizens.

You'll find case histories,
probationary reports,

hopefully everything
you need.

Great. Thanks, Reverend.

I just wish we were meeting again
under better circumstances.

Did anyone have any issues
with the Lincoln family, Reverend?

No one has much trouble
with anyone here.

Ever?

I took your ideas

and I instituted
a couple of my own.

Ask the sheriff about
how successful we've been.

Well, I'm surprised,
but he's right.

20 years of police work,

this is the quietest
beat I've ever had.

How have you
accomplished that?

There's an application
process?

It's intense.

And what happens
once you get in?

The residents
all sign contracts.

We're about
transparency.

Reverend, we worked together
for 6 years with no issues.

Why hide this?

Paul, it's not personal,

but we can self-police
better than you.

What happened two nights ago
was a tragedy,

but it's also the first
violent crime in 6 years.

That's well below the
national average, I believe.

Exactly what do residents
agree to in these contracts?

It's a tracking chip.

It's surgically implanted.

And the reverend
makes you wear it?

Hiding a contract
from me is one thing, but a tracker?

That does seem extreme,
Reverend.

Nobody's coerced.

If they don't like it,
they can leave.

Can the chip be removed?

Yes, and if they try
without my approval, I'm notified.

But that's
never happened.

Do you have one?

Don't need it.

My incident
was decades ago.

Look, if a resident lives here without
trouble for 5 years,

I take theirs out as well.

A contract. A tracker.

That's quite the secret
playbook, Reverend.

Everything is done
in the name of our protection.

How accurate is the GPS
on those trackers?

It's down to 3 feet.

That data's a good
starting point.

We could begin with
the whereabouts of every resident

in the community
with a tracker.

Who was in the Lincoln house
the night of the murder, Reverend?

I've been working on that
since you landed.

C.O.D was exsanguination

caused by stab wounds
to the abdomen and chest.

Hell of a lot of overkill.

This looks personal.
Defensive wounds?

Across her palms
and forearms.

Any hesitation marks?

None.

It's probably not
his first time.

What about sexual assault?

No obvious signs.

If he's in CODIS,
he might not risk it.

The costume is covered
in the victim's blood,

but there aren't any
knife perforations in the fabric.

So he dressed her
postmortem.

Yes.

This unsub needs
a compliant victim

to proceed with his fantasy.

The problem is,
a live one isn't.

All right, thanks, Lewis.

Randy Nelson,
the Lincolns' neighbor.

He seems to be the only one in the house
that day with a tracker.

According to the reverend,
he's here for flashing married women.

Paige fits that
victimology.

The question is, would Randy dress her
as a cheerleader?

Let's take him in
and find out.

[Sheriff, indistinct]

Here's some money.
Bring back the change, all right?

Oh, Agent Hotchner.
Danny, come here.

These are my kids.
This is Riley.

Hi, Riley.
Hi.

And this is Danny.

Danny.
How do you do?

Can we go now?

Yeah, sure.

Riley, straight home
after you finish shopping,

I know.
all right, Riley?

Sorry about that.

It hasn't been easy.

They, uh, they came here
after my ex-wife passed

6 months ago.

You got kids?

One. A 10-year-old boy.

Oh, I'm in over my head.

We live 5 miles
outside of Glenport Village,

but the place still informs
every parental decision I make.

Sure.

Especially
on a day like this.

This place sucks.

First we move into my dad's
so late in the year

that I miss cheer tryouts,

then the AP Chem is boring.

Southville is the worst.

I like it. I mean,
I get to play soccer.

And dad's here.

God, you're so simple.

No, I get it. I mean, you miss
your old neighborhood.

You have no idea.

No offense.

No, no, none taken.

So, I, um, I heard
about this party tonight at Greg's.

I--I can get us in.

You can get us in?

Probably.
I mean, I'll try.

Oh, it's not gonna matter
'cause my dad won't let me go.

Well, why not?

Look who the neighbors are.

Lewis: You were friends
with Paige?

I was, yes.

Morgan: For how long ?

Years. 3, maybe, yeah.

She was the only one
in Glenport Village who was nice to me.

How come?

That's just how it is,
even in a town like this.

Randy, come have a seat.

Make yourself comfortable.

You're not under arrest.

Here's the thing, Randy.

The guy who did this,

he was into cheerleaders.

Well, I'm not.

Maybe the killer just wants us
to believe that he is.

I don't know
about any of this.

You were in Paige's house
at 3 pm that afternoon.

You have a history
with housewives.

But here's the strange thing.

Our analyst went through
your Internet history.

Not a single trace of porn,

of any kind.

The others use it
as a safety valve,

a way to release pressure.

I manage fine without that.

Morgan: Well, it's possible.
Or maybe you're just better at hiding it.

No, you're wrong.

My life's an open book.

You're looking at it.

Randy, what I'm looking at is each of
the women you flashed...

were mothers.

And each of them
was in the company

of their grade-school-age
son when you did it.

Now, that school bus drops off
Tommy Gannon every afternoon.

He lives right next door
to Paige,

and he's 8 years old.

That's why you go over
for coffee, isn't it,

to watch him.

No. Absolutely not.

Randy, those women
were never your targets.

Their children were.

And if the reverend
finds out that you're a pedophile,

you can't live here anymore.

And that is why Paige
was your only friend,

because you couldn't afford to let
anybody else know what you were into.

I tried to stop.

Please, I'm sorry.

Randy,

we have to tell the reverend
and the sheriff about this.

No. No, please.

What do you two
want for dinner tonight?

I don't know.

Danny?
Burgers!

No, gross, we had
burgers twice this week.

Ah, well, maybe I'll do up
them potatoes y'all like?

Dad.

What? Last summer
you loved them.

No, it's fine.

I still like them.

Here you go.

Why don't we just
order a pizza or something?

Danny, is that ok
with you?

Yeah, fine.

You have homework
tonight?

AP Chem.

Danny: Book report.

Hey, Matt!

Sheriff.

Hey, Riley,
will you, uh,

will you look over
Danny's work tonight?

Sure.

[Alarm beeping]

So, Dad...

Um, there's this party
tonight.

Uh-huh.

Everybody will be there.
Can I go?

Where is it?

Not far.

But like in the total
opposite direction

from Glenport Village.

Ok.

Danny: What?!
What?!

But you can't leave
until I'm back from my rounds.

Someone needs to be
here with Danny.

Yeah, ok.

And home by 10:30.

Whoo!

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you!

Yeah.
you're the best dad ever.

You let her do
anything she wants.

Hey, didn't I let you
play video games

this morning before school?

Yeah.

So finish your homework.
You can play more tonight, ok?

Ok.

[Giggling]

See you later.

Bye, Victoria.

Bye, Vickie.

[Heavy breathing]

[Knocking]

[Screaming]

Her name's Victoria Taylor.

She was a senior
at Cove High.

An honor student
and cheerleader.

Sorry, my, uh, daughter
went to a football game

at their school last week.

She was killed in uniform.
No postmortem dressing.

Different victimology.
Different M.O.

We got two killers here?

What if the unsub's
showing his true colors?

Paige was the surrogate,
Victoria his ideal.

One he probably spent
weeks trying to find.

Location also narrows
down our suspect pool.

How do you figure?

We're 10 miles
from Glenport Village.

That eliminates anyone
with a tracking device.

Sheriff,
round up your men.

We're ready to deliver
the profile.

Lewis: Based on the age
of everyone without a chip,

we are searching for
a man in his late 30s to early 40s.

In addition to them,
we're also looking at residents

from nearby communities.

Regardless of location,
this unsub is experienced,

organized, and worst of all,
he is patient.

He has practiced extreme self-control
to sublimate his desires.

Frequent precursor crimes to this kind
of fetishized murder

include peeping
and petty larceny

of objects
like undergarments.

Morgan: Now, this guy's
probably fantasized and obsessed

over these murders
for years.

Now that he's gotten a taste,
he's gonna want to keep killing

and will take increased
risks to do so.

Lewis: As is evidenced by another
murder on the heels of the first

and under the nose
of police and federal investigators.

This guy gets off on the thrill
as much as the killing.

125 residents have had
their chips removed,

but remember, it's possible
that the unsub is not from here.

Our analyst is searching for suspects
outside of the community.

With your help we'll be interviewing those
residents without trackers.

Thank you.

I hear you have
a big decision to make.

Yeah. One of the biggest
of my life.

Once a year,
on my birthday,

I go visit this killer
in prison.

His idea, not mine,
believe me.

He's the only one who knows where
the bodies are buried.

He gives me a name,

and I give a family
some peace and closure.

But every time
I sit across from him,

treating him
like a human being,

it takes something
out of me.

You can do something
I can't do.

I think that's why the brass
tapped you for this project.

It takes something
out of me, too.

The scary thing is,

sometimes I don't
even notice it

till long after it's gone.

You know, this job
ain't all milk and honey.

Some days you lose.

Some days you do things
you don't want to do.

So ask yourself this--

where can you do
the most good

and still do yourself
the least harm?

Then make your decision.

My whole life
is here, man.

I got no reason to leave,
except for my job.

You recently missed
several days of work. Why was that?

Got doctors.

Back doctor, knee doctor,
neck doctor.

[Sighs] Poked and prodded
all damn day.

And I got the paperwork
and the needle marks to prove it.

So, where were you
the last two nights?

I was at home.

Are those Blundstones?

Yes, they are.

Anybody to confirm
your whereabouts?

My mom.
Do you wear an E?

How about I boot you
in the ass

and then you can tell me.

Those are copies of my receipts
for the last week.

Restaurant, pharmacy.

Nothing exciting.

It's gone, isn't it?

What is?

Our home.

We can't stay.

And there's nowhere else
we can build something like this.

Reverend, when we find
the guy did this--

It doesn't matter.

You know, we had 16
protests here last year?

Parents come by,
yell at us

and throw rocks
through the windows.

But they don't know
these men and women the way I do,

the way you do.

Nobody here did this,
but they won't believe that.

Now our home is gone.

No. No, after this
is all over, you can rebuild.

What if I was wrong
about everything?

I mean, in building this,
I made us easier targets?

Reverend, without you,
these people would have nowhere to go.

And if it hadn't
been for me,

Paige would still be alive.

Garcia: All the residents
checked out, didn't they?

Every single one,
with or without the tracking chip.

Ok. Where does that leave us?

You know, the reverend
said something that go me thinking.

This town is the perfect
forensic countermeasure.

The unsub would have known
we'd start investigating inside the circle,

and that's exactly
what we did.

To take advantage of that,

this guy would have to be
an outsider.

Yeah. Garcia, how are you doing
investigating people

in the surrounding
communities?

Well, it's still
in its early stages.

The list is long
and rather arduous.

It's no big shocker,
there's a lot of people out there

who have vendettas
against Glenport Village.

All right, there is one name
that keeps cropping up.

Ira Stein. He lives
right by Glenport Village.

He has been quite vocal
about his dislike of the community.

He's been arrested twice
for harassing residents.

I'll go talk to Ira.
Thanks.

While you do,
we need to take another look.

There's something
or someone we missed.

Sheriff, can you
give us a hand?

Of course. One second,
Agent Lewis. Hey, guys.

Dad, can one of the deputies
show me how to fire a gun?

We'll see, buddy.
Come on.

What are we doing here?

'Cause we're all spending
the night in my office.

I call couch!

What? Why?

Dad, what about the party?

I'm sorry, Riley.

That is so unfair.
You told me I could go.

Hey, Danny, why don't you,
uh, get yourself some food

from the vending machine.

Sure.

Victoria Taylor--
you know her?

No. But I heard.

I need to make sure
you two are safe.

So you're making me and Danny
literally rot in a prison?

Come on, Riley.
It's one night,

and I need you to watch
over your brother.

Dad, this is insane.

Our house is a fortress.
I mean, there are more guns

at home than there are here.

Besides, you know
someone from Perville did this.

No, I don't.
Not necessarily.

All I know for sure
is whoever this is

has gone outside
Glenport Village.

Now, please, Riley,
help me do my job, ok?

Just one night.

Fine.

Hey, Adam.

Adam: Hey, can you go out?

No. I'm at my dad's work.

Oh. Well, we, uh,
we got invited to Greg's party.

We did?

[Sighs]

My dad's got me
on lockdown.

Can you sneak out?
Doubt it.

Doesn't matter.
I don't have a car.

Oh, I'll pick you up.

You will?

Yeah, of course.
Just meet me outside the station in 20.

Ok.

Hey, Danny.

Dad says you can't go.

I'll only be gone an hour.
Two, Max.

My silence isn't free.

How much?

Two weeks
with your computer.

Rossi hit a dead end
with Ira Stein,

the reverend said it himself--

the reason the crime rate
is so low in Glenport Village

is because the people
there self-police.

So someone there had to
have seen the unsub.

Well, wouldn't they come forward
for the good of the community?

The residents are like us.
They watch, they profile.

The thing is, they didn't
realize they saw him.

Well, in that case, who's the
most likely resident that did?

I have an idea.

Thanks for coming to get me.

I felt like the walls
were closing in.

Yeah, no problem.

Wasn't that Greg's?

Yeah. Looks like
there's no party.

Hmm. Maybe he got busted.

You know, uh,
that's ok, 'cause,

you know, I was thinking
that maybe...

Uh...You know, I should probably
just get back to my dad's work.

No, that's ok, we're cool.

Damn it, Adam!

Look, just take me
back to the station--now.

You know what?
You can walk home.

Are you kidding me?

Get out.

Get out!

Where's your sister?

She left.

What, she left?!

She said she'd be back
in an hour.

Two, Max.

[Voicemail] Riley's phone,
leave a message.

Danny, don't you move,
all right?

Hey, Riley.

Hey, Matt, is that you?

Yeah. What's going on?

Uh, Greg's party
got broken up.

Oh, well, you know, there was
an after party at Michelle's.

Um, heh, sorry you missed it.

Hey, you need a ride?

Uh...Yeah.

Uh, sorry,
the seatbelt's broken.

Oh, no worries.
We're not going far.

[Sighs] I never should have
left the station.

My dad's gonna be mad.

Thanks for taking me back.

Oh, uh, actually,
the station's that way.

Oh, I know.

[Speeds up]

Yeah, but it's the other way.

Matt?

[Brakes screech]

Oh!

Randy: No, you're wrong,
I didn't see anybody.

Agent, I need your help.

Sure.

Randy, you were the last
person to see Paige alive.

Yes.

Ok.

So take me through your day.

Tommy's bus dropped him off
after school.

You watched him
through Paige's window.

Then what happened?

I walked back home.

Ok. What did you do then?

Sometimes Tommy plays outside...

And I, uh, get a good look
at him.

He doesn't have any friends.

It's not his fault.

Who'd let their child come over
for a playdate in Glenport Village?

Tommy must be lonely.

Did he come outside
that day?

No.

You would have been
hyper-focused

on looking for him,
so any movement

would have caught
your eye.

What did you see?

Just a car.

What kind of car?

I don't know.
It's just a car.

Play it over
in your mind slowly.

Is there anything about
the car that stood out?

It was gray.

There, uh, there was
a sign on the side of it.

Like a delivery car.

The sign read "Brain Gang."

It was one of those guys that comes
to your house to fix your computers.

Randy...

That could be our unsub.

Matt?

No, no, no,
how did you find...

Ok, you keep it in a bag
on a hanger in your closet.

Why are you doing this?

Searching for I.T. service
reps who make house calls

in Glenport Village.
Give me more.

Set your search
parameters at 35 to 40

and see who's working
Glenport Village.

Those are some bang-up
parameters, brain brother.

Checking, checking, and...

Nothing.

Which ones overlap with
Victoria's neighborhood?

Second verse same
as the first. Sorry.

Maybe it's not
one of those guys.

What if Randy was wrong?

The details down to the color
were highly specific.

I mean, it's possible
our profile's wrong...

The age--aren't I.T. reps
usually younger?

Garcia, new age
parameters. 18 to 25.

I am in your headspace.

And I like what I see.
I have 4 gentlemen

that match those parameters.

There's Dave Ermini,
Tyler Otte, Matt Franks, and--

Wait, hold on.
Matt--Matt Franks?

What is it?

He's my next-door neighbor.

He worked on my computer
last week.

He's been in my house.

We profiled increased
risk-taking behavior.

5 years ago in Georgia,
Matt Franks was arrested

for stalking a girl
in high school, a cheerleader.

Charges were dropped.
She left town.

Two years after that,
Franks was brought in for questioning

regarding the murder
of another teen, also a cheerleader,

but detectives didn't have
enough evidence on him.

Lewis,
get Morgan and go.

Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on for a second.

What are we looking at here?

Tell me, father to father.

These agents are the best.

In case Matt and Riley
aren't there,

I will stay behind here
and coordinate.

Why am I doing this?

Hmm...

Same question
the other girls asked.

Um...

There's no cure for me.

All right? And there's
no cure for those guys

over in Glenport Village
either.

The other girls?

With the first ones,
I was so impatient.

I mean, the woman
in Glenport was just...

too old,

and, um, Victoria--

Victoria did it all wrong.

But, um,

let's hope
that you get it right.

I will.

I will.

Just...

not here.

Let's go to the bedroom.

Here we are.

Yeah. We're gonna
have fun tonight.

Yes, we are.

So, what's first?

Do your routine.

I need my pom poms.

Well, where are they?

They're just
in the closet.

Stop. Why are your pom poms
in your dad's closet?

Uhh!

Ah! Uh!

Let me go!

Let me go! No!

Come on!

Come on!

Ohh...No!

Shut up!

[Sirens]

No, no.

No, no, no!

[Grunts]

Lewis, we'll take the front,
deputies take the back.

There's a side door. Hopefully he didn't
see it. Here's the keys.

There's also a combination lock.
It's 22-10-13.

[Riley screams]

No!
Sheriff, sheriff!

Back up.
Let us do this.

[Muffled cries,
struggling]

Ow!

You ruined everything.

Please! Please!

Matt Franks, FBI!

Lewis: Matt, we're going
to talk through this, ok?

Talk? Talk about what?

Whatever you like.

I'm trained to listen.

So, why don't we start
with your parents.

My parents.

My parents?

Aah!
[Gunshot]

[Riley sobbing]

Oh, get him off of me,
please get him off of me!

Where's my dad?

He's right outside.
Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm ok.

All right, come with me.
Come with me.

I was surprised
you took that shot.

Yeah, me, too.

It's your first time.
You all right?

Yeah. Um...

Just, uh, just tired.

That's how it is.

Every time?

Lewis, he was gonna
kill that little girl.

You did what
you had to do.

Yeah, I know.

Tomorrow's a new day.

[Sighs] You are right
about that.

Well, it's a good thing
you're staying.

Well, you know, too.

Come on, now.

Sometimes the days
are just rough.

That's what this job is.

[Riley crying]

And then sometimes
you get to see that.

Hey.

So what do you think?

Honestly, I don't know
what to do.

I mean, I have to take
this research project,

but I don't want
to leave the BAU.

I actually think
I'm a better interviewer

now that you've made me
a better profiler.

Well, what if
you could do both--

coordinate a team
and consult with us?

[Chuckles]

Uh...

You--you'd do that?

Of course.

The Director's
already approved it.

Hey, I don't know what
favors you called in, but--

It's not about favors.

It's about everything
you've brought to your time here.

When you find good people,
you don't want to lose them.

Thank you, sir.

Lewis: "To remain indifferent
to the challenges we face

"is indefensible.

"If the goal is noble,

"whether or not
it is realized within our lifetime

"is largely irrelevant.

"What we must do, therefore,

"is to strive
and persevere

and never give up."

Dalai Lama the Fourteenth.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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