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It's time for the contest
that's taking America by storm,
"stop that deejay.
Fine. Bring it on, chump.
So we got through the holidays
in one piece, right?
but the big bearded guy
in the red suit
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 9 reindeer.
Oh, I know this.
Prancer, Dancer--
"Forgive me, sweetheart.
I tried to make it right."
Hey, Dave, take a look
at this, would you?
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 3 messages
where he lives
at New Directions
for Veterans.
He hasn't returned
my calls.
That's 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?
It'll be fine.
You've got leave coming.
You should go.
Maybe I'll do that.
Thank you.
Sure.
It's staged. They got people
on those programs
they know are gonna fight.
You should've seen
that guy's wife
when he brought his two girlfriends
out on the stage.
Hoo hoo hoo. Punches
flying everywhere.
It's a TV show.
It's fake.
Whoa. Your *** 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.
You two-bit punks
don't scare me.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I can get
a whole lot scarier
than this, grandpa.
What's going on?
We've 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.
Oh, and there's more.
After the third
gang member was killed,
a fourth person was shot
and killed at a bus stop
less than a half a mile
away from the gas station.
Also gang related?
I don't know.
Details still coming in.
4 homicides, 3 locations,
all within 90 minutes.
We need to hurry.
Wheels up in 15.
I'll let Morgan know.
Can I help you
with something, sir?
How much ammunition
can I buy?
Well, depends
how much you need.
Those.
That's 19.95.
I'm gonna need
a lot more than that.
Ok.
♪ Criminal Minds 9x13 ♪
The Road Home
Original Air Date on January 22, 2014
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@elder_man
♪
"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 3 victims
all had police records--
car theft, aggravated assault,
and drug dealing.
If they involve drugs, the unsub
might be a disgruntled customer.
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?
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.
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.
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.
I was walking to work.
The boy grabbed my handbag,
and then 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.
Did the man leave
on foot or in a vehicle?
I didn't see.
He was very calm.
Calm and determined.
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.
Victims were bad news.
Take a look at this.
The street sweeper
had to go around
whatever
was parked here.
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 there then,
but gone before
the police responded.
Do we have a vehicle
description?
They said it was a two-tone
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?
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...
I don't know.
He'd stare right through you,
like his mind was
a million miles away.
Were any of his clothes
or personal belongings missing?
It'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.
We have a very long
waiting list,
so, unfortunately,
our policy
about unauthorized absences
is very strict.
After 3 days, the participant
loses their spot.
Mr. Scott's been gone
two days already,
so that leaves you
less than 24 hours.
I--
Thank you.
Ok, honey.
All right, bye-bye.
Mmm.
Terry?
What are you doing here?
Terry, you're not supposed
to be here. You know that.
Terry--Terry, please.
Terry, no, don't.
Don't! Don't!
Don't do this!
Terry, stop!
Terry, no! Stop,
Terry! Stop!
Ow!
A restraining order?
I'll call the cops on you.
I swear it! Aah!
This was sent to me
at my job.
In front of my clients,
in front of my--
That's 'cause you never opened
the door to the process server!
You shut up!
No!
What do you think about
that restraining order now?
Hey!
Who the hell are you?
Get your hand off her neck.
Just go back
to your cardboard box.
This doesn't concern you.
I said beat it.
Whoa, whoa!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Sir--
Ohh!
Ohh!
Anything
from Sita Patel?
The man who asked which way
the purse-snatcher went
matches the description
of the unsub.
How did 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
a 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--
Ok. 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
would do a single thing about it.
He was issued
a restraining order.
Oh, yeah. You saw how
restrained he was.
You 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.
But the police would
have 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 nothin' 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?
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?
There used to be
a pinball machine over there.
I see you're
traveling light.
Packed what I needed.
Don't see anything else.
Like 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?
Educated guess.
No money, no car.
I figured you'd find
someplace
cheap and familiar.
As you know, 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.
There's somebody at the door.
Go check.
Yeah, who is it?
You know who it is.
What's going on?
I don't know.
It looks like some older dude.
What's the problem, man?
We're busy in there.
You know who I am.
Hell, no .
Am I supposed to?
I know who you are.
Good for you.
Now mosey your ***
back out of here.
I've been waiting
a long time for this.
Ohh!
Hey!
Victims were small-time
*** dealers,
been in and out
of jail for years.
What do you got?
Garcia patched in surveillance video
from the hallway camera.
It's our unsub.
He walks straight to
the *** dealers' apartment,
and 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 looks straight
into the camera.
He doesn't care who sees him.
You should eat.
Nah, not hungry.
Well, I'll save you
some kung pao beef.
It's a little chewy,
but, uh...
"The early bird
gets the worm,
but the second mouse
gets the cheese."
No.
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
the blue the other day.
What'd he say?
Hello.
Goodbye.
Don't call again.
That was the gist of it.
I got a grandson
I didn't even know
about, Dave.
I could hear him talking
in the background.
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.
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.
I don't know, Cruz.
We could be here
another day or two.
Why don't you send me
a secure contact number
and I'll get back--
um...
Ok, yeah. Well, you tell him
mommy misses him.
Talk to you soon.
What have you got,
Garcia?
As your gigantic brain
suspected, sir,
a two-tone SUV
with Florida plates
was parked across the street
from the apartment building.
Were you able
to pull a plate?
The 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.
10 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 has taken
out of the home,
and there was an attempted
*** 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 ***
at the time of the attack.
He was only sentenced
to 10 years in prison.
The *** angle
is interesting.
Did Clark have any connection with the
victims in the apartment?
Yeah. He was buddies
with Dane Hendrix, one of the victims.
10 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 3 months from now,
but he was killed
in a random prison fight
in the exercise yard
the day before Walsh left Florida.
That must have been
the trigger-- Clark's death--
that stirred up
all memories.
And the memories
brought him back to Cleveland.
But for what purpose?
The man we're looking for
is Clifford Walsh.
The photograph you have of him
was taken last year.
Walsh's family died in a home invasion
robbery 10 years ago.
The killer was a man
named Howard Clark.
But Clark's recent death in prison
may have triggered Walsh's spree.
The first 5 murders appear
to be opportunistic kills,
but all the victims have criminal records
or a history of domestic violence.
The shooting at the ***
apartment, however,
was premeditated
and calculated.
One of the victims
was Dane Hendrix,
a friend of Howard Clark's
at the time of the invasion.
Targeting Hendrix
means Walsh might now
be trending towards
more mission-oriented behavior.
Walsh has no concerns
about keeping his identity
or movements secret.
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.
We found Walsh's vehicle.
"Forgive me, sweetheart.
I tried to make it right."
Suicide note?
Walsh may have been
about to kill himself
and saw the thugs
hassling the old man.
But he killed them instead.
Well that makes sense.
The line between suicidal
and homicidal ideation is pretty thin.
Look at this.
Is he counting
something down?
The number sequence
starts at 3,553 and ends...
at 87.
Let's see, Clark was killed
on January 14th...
87 days before his scheduled
release date of April 11th.
Working backwards
and taking into account
the 2009, 2012 leap years,
3,553 days...
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 suddenly the object
of his vengeance was gone.
But Walsh's need
for justice wasn't.
His revenge has simply
found another outlet.
We need to see if any cars
have been reported stolen
in the area
in the last couple hours.
If Walsh is swapping out vehicles,
it would 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.
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.
Clark did get a light sentence.
Walsh might have a grudge against
the judge or surviving jury members.
We need to get those names,
as well as the defense attorney
and anyone who testified
on Clark's behalf.
The 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 *** dealer?
No, he had a solid alibi
for the night of the home invasion.
Clark always said
he acted alone, but still...
We need to locate and get all of
these people into protective custody.
This ain't gonna work, Dave.
Wait here.
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.
Nothing in Walsh's
background
hinted at this type
of psychotic break.
Testimonials all
reported him
as a solid, loving family man.
He 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.
How so?
Because 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 mother and son
were found
at opposite sides
of the house.
You're right, Hotch. Someone
might have been helping Clark.
Mr. Hines?
Yes. Can I help you
with something?
You know who I am.
No. Sorry.
I know who you are.
Look, I think you got
the wrong place--
I've been waiting
a long time for this.
Jeffrey?
What's happening?
Aah!
Jeffrey?
What's happening?
The victim is Jeffrey 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 he 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 his 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.
And I believed him.
I was a kid.
Then one day he takes
me and 3 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 friends' parents
had to come pick us up
and take us home.
Take me home.
I'm really sorry, Thomas.
I could tell you 10 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.
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.
Can I get you
some more tea, Mr. Rossi?
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.
I knew I was crazy
to hope.
I'm sorry, Harrison.
So I guess
that's it, then.
Your son's 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 ***.
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.
And on the international front,
60 people, mostly
women and children,
are believed dead
in a suicide bombing.
Authorities--
Enough of that
depressing stuff.
It's happy hour,
for crying out loud.
Things won't change.
Excuse me?
The world.
There aren't enough bullets
to make things right.
You got that thing figured out with
your neighbor yet?
Ah, jeez,
the doggie-doo wars.
I told you, that kid
will never pick up after his mutt
when he goes on my lawn,
right?
Yeah.
But yesterday,
it really 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.
Did you go talk to them?
I did better than that.
Last night,
I scooped up the dog poop,
walked next door,
I set it right down
on mom and dad's
welcome mat.
Mi *** es su ***.
That's great.
Take the problem
to the 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?
Someone clinging
to memories.
It's basically a shrine
to his wife.
More importantly,
what don't you see here?
His son.
Exactly.
There's not a single
photograph
or shred of memorabilia
about him.
And the suicide note
was addressed only to his wife.
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?
Yes, sir.
Ok, can you find out
the names
of the other participants
on that specific trek?
Let me see...
Oh. Lordy, lordy.
Howard Clark and father.
Walsh and Clark were
on that hike together.
I think we just found
Clark's accomplice.
Walsh's own son.
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 5 years ago,
heart attack.
Mother--yep, Helen Clark.
Sending her address now.
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.
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 ***,
tries to *** 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
and then tied up.
Jeffrey 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'd been a better dad,
and you'd been
a better mom...
Ohh...
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 ***
of my family?
I'm a mother.
No matter what happens
in this world,
a child has a 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.
I think...
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.
I try to imagine
what Emma must have felt
In those final moments.
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 *** dealers?
The guy that was
choking his wife?
You're forgetting
about the jogger.
Hines?
Let me tell you
about him.
When Hines went
to the D.A.'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
D.A.'s office was Morgan Hines.
6 months ago he sold that
house to his brother Jeffrey.
That was the man you killed.
No.
That was the place.
I checked.
Jeffrey Hines was innocent,
Clifford, and you murdered him.
He left behind a wife
and 3 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.
♪ The road is wide
How was your night?
All squared away.
And I talked
to my boss at work.
He's gonna let me
keep my job.
Great.
I sound like
a broken record, but...
Thanks again
for everything.
♪ Stretchin' out...
Just focus on controlling
what you can.
The rest of it
will fall into place.
Right.
♪ 'Cause the sun is low
♪ and I hear
there's still so far... ♪
One more thing.
That fortune cookie of mine
back at the motel,
what did it say?
Oh, yeah.
Um, "Be careful to avoid
extravagant purchases
this month."
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.
♪ 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
"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.
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