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that same old voodoo
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Uhh! Uhh!
Unh!
Not done!
If this is a sales call
on a Sunday morning
Settle.
It's me, JJ.
I tried your cell.
Listen, something's come up.
You need to get down
to the office pronto.
Oh.
You are kidding.
I know.
I wish
psychopathic killers
would be a little more
respectful of our weekends, too,
but what are you gonna do?
Is everything ok?
Um, no.
Kevin and I got in
a fight last night,
and to self soothe,
I drank a lot of wine.
And, JJ, you know
I can't drink wine.
Why did I drink
so much wine?
You'll be fine.
No, I don't know.
'Cause right now everything is blurring.
Oh, my God.
My hair hurts.
How is that possible?
He's coming out of the shower.
I hate confrontation.
It was
such a fight.
I hate confrontation.
Then don't confront.
Just kiss, make up,
and get your butt
over here.
What is this,
Grand Central Station?
Oh, God.
Kevin.
I am so sorry
about last night.
I should not have
stormed out like that.
You stormed out?
Yeah.
You stormed out
all last night?
Yeah.
What's, uh--
Hey.
You see we gotta
go in, right?
Yes.
Y-yes.
Uh, JJ just called me, too.
Let's go.
My things.
Mine and mine and--
this is yours.
This is mine.
See you there.
Hey, let's go.
Danny Savino, the floor manager
at the Sapphire Lady casino
in Atlantic City was found dead
in his office this morning.
Blunt force trauma
to the head.
An empty wallet
and money clip left
next to the body.
Mug shot.
This guy's
got a record.
Savino was a member
of the Agnoli crime family.
Sorry.
Sorry.
They're active
in the Atlantic City area.
How's the head?
Not all the aspirins
in all the pharmacies
It looks like
a robbery gone bad.
Why was the BAU called in?
surrounding an 8 card.
That's highly ritualistic.
And because Savino has
ties to organized crime,
agents in New Jersey
are worried about things escalating.
Well, it doesn't take much
to ignite a mob war.
And collateral damage
means nothing to these guys.
If we don't get a handle
on this soon, innocent
people are gonna die.
Hey, honey, it's me.
Listen, the most amazing
thing is happening.
I'm at the Sapphire Lady
right now,
and I am on a run
you would not believe.
Everything we ever talked about,
it's gonna happen.
I'll try you again later,
ok, Honey?
Bye.
Original Air Date on February 8, 2012
A Chinese proverb says,
"at the gambling table,
there are no fathers and sons.
"
No question.
"Godfather II,"
hands down.
No, no, gotta be "Scarface.
"
For me, "The Untouchables.
"
Spence?
Mm, probably "Le Cercle Rouge,"
the 1970s French classic.
But "Den Tredje Vaagan"
is definitely a close second.
Yeah, that was
my runner-up, too.
What about you, Rossi?
Best ever
gangster flick.
I've had too much
of the real thing
to be a fan
of mob movies.
Garcia, did we get the crime
scene surveillance video yet?
No, sir, because
there wasn't any.
That's not possible.
Every inch of the casino
is surveilled
every minute of every day.
Yeah.
Apparently the footage was
tampered with, so
All right.
Reid and Prentiss,
go to the crime scene.
Dave, you and JJ find out
if Savino was involved
in anything the local
authorities don't know about.
Morgan and I will contact
the local FBI office
and arrange a ceasefire
with the families.
Yes, sir,
you're on the line.
There you go.
That's very good.
Whoo!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Oh ho ho ho!
It looks like
the party's over here.
Mind if I join?
Hey.
There you are.
Eddie! That's my man.
There you are.
Gee, Curtis.
Those all yours?
Oh, yes.
Stay right here.
I've got plans with you.
Oh, you are on
a hot streak.
Too bad your old man
couldn't see this, huh?
Hey, did you hear what
happened last night?
Danny Savino got his head
bashed in.
He's dead.
Didn't you two--you two did
some business together, right?
You good to go?
Not anymore.
Yes, here we go.
Winner--8 the hard way!
Oh, yes!
Thank you.
You look a little
strung out, man.
When's the last time
you got some sleep?
Oh, I don't know, man.
A couple of days.
Yeah?
You would not believe
what's been going on
with me, man.
It's crazy.
So I was headed up north
for a job interview.
A job interview? What about
the job you already got?
Yeah.
I got fired.
How come?
I punched out my boss.
All right?
But look, look, look.
I stopped
on the turnpike, I buy a scratcher.
Bam! $250 instant winner.
So I jump in the car,
I pop a u-turn,
I come right back here.
Come on.
Ohh!
So I walk in the casino,
it happens again.
I put a dollar
in the slot machine,
$500 payout.
And now this.
I am on the craziest roll.
I'm telling you.
If I get the buy-in for that
million-dollar poker tournament
the day after tomorrow,
I'm telling you, I could win that.
Listen, I could win that.
What have you been smoking?
That's a 50-grand buy-in.
I hope you don't mind.
I thought a little
celebration was in order.
No, don't mind at all.
Money well spent.
- Are we good to go?
- Everyone ready?
Trust me.
Mmm.
All right, let's go 500.
All right, shooter.
You want me
to blow on them?
Pile on, everybody.
Please.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Come on, be good to me.
Aah!
Electric strike lock.
Impressive.
And hard to bypass.
If this was a robbery,
the unsub must have slipped in
right behind him.
But Savino could have
known the killer.
He could have let him in
himself.
He wasn't expecting this
to turn into a brawl.
You know, maybe the unsub
wasn't either.
If this was premeditated,
you'd think he would have
brought a knife or a gun with him.
The bowling trophy's more
a weapon of opportunity.
Is this
the only camera?
Yes, ma'am, but the disk
was removed.
The casinos have a central terminal
that backs up and stores
all surveillance
footage, right?
Mr.
Savino didn't
want that in his office.
He put in
a personal camera.
So the victim bypassed
a security system
that would have revealed
his own killer.
What didn't he want
anyone to see?
Put your hands together
for Ginger
Vince Repeti?
Who's asking?
Agent Jareau.
This is Agent Rossi.
We're with the FBI.
We understand
you've cooperated
with the Bureau before
when we've needed information.
"Before" being
the operative word.
I'm retired.
This is how you plan
on spending your golden years?
What can I say?
Some guys like to futz around
with little golf carts,
me, I love the ladies.
I hear ya.
Me, I like to spend my time
chatting with my old friends
down at the New Jersey
parole board.
Listen, we just need you
to come out of retirement
long enough to tell us
a little about Danny Savino.
He's dead now,
so what the hell.
For 8 days and 7 nights
of sheer heaven,
afternoon massages
on white sandy beaches,
yes, you can win
an all-expenses-paid trip
to paradise.
But you can't win
if you don't play.
But you already know that,
don't you, Curtis?
You've dreamed of this
your whole life.
Most people don't understand,
but you're not like most people,
are you, Curtis?
You don't think small.
You are not content
with a small life.
All this is going
to be yours, Curtis,
for you and your wife.
You just need to maintain
your focus.
Don't waver.
It's right there,
if you can just win.
Curtis? Curtis!
What are you doing?
Sorry, sweetheart,
he's taken.
Really?
I'm his wife.
All right, let's go.
Come here.
Come here.
I'm winning, Teri.
I'm winning big.
You told me
you were going to Philly.
I was.
But I stumbled
onto this system.
I don't really
understand it myself yet--
every week
you got a new system.
We can't pay the mortgage.
The bank is foreclosing on us.
But this--
this system works.
There's a big poker
tournament
day after tomorrow.
Million-dollar winner
take all.
The streak I'm on right now,
I could win that thing.
We'd be rich.
And then I'm done.
I swear.
I want a divorce.
What?
I'm sorry.
I'm going to my sister's.
You--you show up here
and you announce that?
You're hurting me, Curtis.
This is our dream.
Yours and mine together.
You're hurting me.
Stay away.
I mean it.
We appreciate
your cooperation.
Agent Goslin.
Any luck
with our mob bosses?
Well, I think
we bought some time.
What about the crime scene?
Savino purposely bypassed
the standard casino security.
And I think we know why.
Danny Savino
supplemented his income
by loaning money
to casino patrons.
It explains why he changed
the camera in his office.
He didn't want his bosses
to know he was freelancing.
So we're looking
for a gambler.
A gambler in Atlantic City.
That narrows the field.
You scared me.
Sorry.
Uh, we never got to finish
that champagne.
Pass.
I--I don't know what happened,
but my luck
is gonna turn around.
Yeah, well,
when it does, give me a call.
Maybe--maybe we could
go somewhere and--
I said no, ok?
We came up empty
tonight, both of us.
It happens.
I meant what I said
about my luck turning around.
It's going to.
I can sense it.
Right.
With that
gambler's esp of yours.
You and all the other
losers in this town.
Hey, what are you
looking for?
Discarded matches.
The victim had
a freshly-lit cigarette.
But there was no lighter or
matches in her purse or the car.
Our unsub lit it for her.
It means she wasn't
afraid of him.
Hey, Garcia,
you're on speaker.
Patti Riolo,
aka Francesca.
Hometown,
Rice Lake, Wisconsin.
Up until 3 years ago,
she worked with a high-end
escort service in Manhattan.
How high, you ask?
I will tell you.
Nosebleed high.
$5,000 a night and up.
Now she's trolling
gaming tables in Atlantic City.
I imagine that 5 grand
a night window was very short
in her profession.
Well, this is gonna turn
into a circus real fast.
Both residents
and visitors to Atlantic City
are on edge tonight
as the Circle of 8 killer
has apparently struck again.
No way.
That's the ***
who was all over you last night.
They're saying the same guy
killed Danny Savino.
You knew both victims.
That's weird.
My bad luck must have
rubbed off on them.
Listen, you gotta forget
about Teri.
She was holding you back.
Every time she stuck
her nose in things,
your luck went cold.
Hey, you could win that
million-dollar tournament
and then go to Tahiti
on your own, huh? Yeah!
Live your dreams, man.
You know where we spent
our honeymoon?
Where?
Some half-assed motel
in Florida.
Went to a theme park.
Teri deserves
better than that.
I promised her we'd
Go to Tahiti.
I'm gonna show you
something, man.
You carry around
a picture of a watch?
You want something,
you keep it close.
That's the dumbest thing
I ever heard.
Go ahead and make fun,
but when I hit it big,
that's the first thing
I'm gonna do,
is buy that watch
I just showed you.
Then I want
to see your face.
Come on, man,
first one's on me.
Make your own luck.
Come on.
is back big time!
You make a deal
with the devil or what?
Winner, winner,
chicken dinner.
Hey.
We're looking for a man
who's killing those
who appear to prey upon
or take advantage of gamblers.
Loan sharks
and call girls so far.
The killings may have been
triggered by recent gambling losses.
Our unsub
is physically fit.
He was able to overpower
Danny Savino,
and Patti Riolo was killed
with extreme violence.
It's doubtful this person
has a criminal record.
He moves without fear
of being recognized
in one of the most surveilled
locales on the planet.
He wouldn't have elements
of a domestic life, like children.
That would only moderate
or stabilize his compulsive behavior.
Pathological gambling
is the most common type
of impulse control
disorder in the world.
And there is no more
superstitious creature
on earth than a gambler.
The number 8
is the ritual aspect
to our unsub's signature.
It's a compulsion.
It could signify
a birthdate
or an important time
in his life.
Not only is this unsub
a killer but he's also an addict.
He's killed twice
in the last two days
and he may not
be able to stop.
Thank you.
You Jimmy?
Over here.
This doesn't make sense.
Danny Savino was a bottom-feeder,
handing out nickel-and-dime
loans to to small-time gamblers.
But Patti riolo was exclusively
about high-rollers.
The unsub wouldn't have
naturally crossed into both worlds.
He'd be in one
or the other.
Unless his fortunes
changed drastically
between murdering Savino
and meeting up with Patti riolo.
Maybe he flashed
the money he stole from Savino
in front of her,
pretended to be rich.
Or he gambled
with it and won big.
Let's say Dave's right.
He was in financial trouble
and immediately after
murdering Savino, his luck changed.
In his mind, he could
have connected the two.
Every compulsive gambler
believes in a system,
no matter how illogical.
And he'd figure the part
of his system he'd been
missing was ***.
Dealer shows 21.
A cashier was shot
to death last night
at a gas station
in town.
And get this--
$8.
00 and an 8 card
left on his body.
I don't get it.
I lost practically
every hand.
Hey, did you see that
Circle of 8 guy did it again?
He gunned down some dude
in a gas station.
Something's off.
My system should have
worked, but itdidn't.
Please tell me you didn't
gas up your car last night.
What?
Savino, that ***.
Seems like this guy was only
killing people who knew you.
Anyway, too bad you didn't
get the 50 grand for the buy-in.
Oh, no!
Yo.
You with me?
Uh, meet me outside.
I gotta take care of something.
Look at us, man.
Top-shelf whiskey to 5-buck
hoagies one day to the next.
We've been through it all,
you and me.
Hey.
It's for you.
It's yours.
Keep it.
Mm-hmm.
You serious?
Yeah.
Nice.
You were part of my system
and didn't even know it, huh?
Well, you know
what they say.
The reverse side also
has a reverse side.
Yeah.
Whatever the hell
that means.
It means you're part of
my system, too, Eddie.
$88.
The unsub's
getting generous.
There's less rage
than the others.
And undoing.
There's evidence of remorse.
Shot in the back so he wouldn't
have to face his victim.
No robbery this time, either.
Wallet's intact, except for
anything to I.
D.
him.
Is this even
the same killer?
The ritual's too similar
to discount it.
The change in the M.
O.
makes sense if the unsub
is still refining
his system.
Maybe killing the cashier
at the gas station didn't work,
so he's back
to the drawing board.
Two 8s instead of one
could also be significant.
I know in China the number 8
symbolizes prosperity.
The more 8s the better.
As a matter of fact, in Chungdu
a telephone number
consisting of all 8s
recently sold for over
a quarter million dollars.
So why would he be
doubling up on his luck out here,
away from all the casinos?
There's been another killing.
A guest in his room
at the Sapphire Lady.
Same ritual?
No.
His neck was broken.
And he was robbed
of 50,000.
But the strange thing is,
the killer left nearly
Garcia, is there a casino
in the neighborhood
of Penrose
and Morningside Avenue?
UhNo casinos per se,
but there's a private
gambling establishment
right around the corner.
Is it legal?
Yeah.
But it's ultra exclusive.
They have a monthly
high-stakes poker tournament,
today being the day for the month,
coincidentally enough.
Or no coincidence at all.
What's the buy-in?
UmYikies.
$50,000.
But it's a million-dollar
guarantee if you win.
What time does it start?
Later this afternoon.
Thanks.
Forensics got a fingerprint
match on the last victim.
Eddie Langdon.
We're looking into him.
Hey, any luck?
No, they don't want to allocate
agency funds for the buy-in.
I'm still working on it.
Well, I can't
imagine why not.
We're only asking for 50,000
bucks of taxpayer money
so that FBI agents
can play Texas hold 'em.
Hey, what about you?
What about me what?
You could stake us
the buy-in.
Yeah, you're
a best-selling author.
Why not?
No.
One, it's against regulations,
and I'd like to hold on to this
job for a little while longer.
It's a minor
administrative violation.
And two, I prefer
to spend my money
on actual things,
like single-malt scotch,
a fine cigar,
beautiful artwork.
Poker chips are things.
Maybe just think of it
as like a new experience.
I mean, at your age,
how often does that happen?
At my what?
Rossi, this may be
our only chance
to get this guy.
All right.
Fine.
I'm a decent poker player.
But I can't promise that I can
stay in the game long enough to--
you know what?
I bet you're
a great poker player,
but what if
we sent in Reid?
I am banned from casinos
in Las Vegas, Laughlin, and Parump
because of my card-counting
ability.
Look, I know I'm not a genius
like the boy wonder here,
but poker is not Blackjack.
It's about bluffing,
reading human nature,
head games.
It's not math.
That's not entirely accurate.
There actually is
a mathematical equation
for knowing when to raise
and when to fold.
If P represents the size of the pot
at the time of play,
then P times N minus one,
with N representing the estimated
number of players
in the final
round of betting--
Ok, fine.
I surrender.
Just try not to lose
all of my money.
I got it.
Some of these guys
have records,
but the don't fit
the profile.
Keep looking
he's gotta be there.
The last victim, Eddie Langdon,
was wearing a watch
that was much too big
for his wrist.
Could it be stolen?
Or it was a gift
from the unsub.
That fits, given the care
and remorse for the victim.
Ok, the link is set.
As soon as Reid triggers
the alarm, we can move in.
Halitosis.
Ok, got something for you.
All right,
talk to me, mama.
Eddie Langdon.
High school dropout,
lots of odd jobs,
never married,
lived at transient-type hotels
in and around Atlantic City.
Started his own plumbing supply
business that went bankrupt.
Was in jail for 6 months
in 2005 for forgery,
and that's why we were able to
get a match on his prints so fast.
You've always been fast,
baby girl.
Uh, yeah.
Gotta go.
queen.
Flush to the king.
I'll count it, sir.
All in.
You know, would it be all right
if I sat at table 2 instead of 4?
I have a pre-glaucoma condition
and the light's kind of
bothering my eyes.
Thanks.
Ah, I'm calling.
I'll raise.
$8,000.
That's, uh,
average person in Bangladesh.
Kind of makes you think,
doesn't it?
Hey, it's 8 thou to you.
Now, are you in
or are you out?
IAm in.
And I raise.
That's too rich
for my blood.
Are you in, sir?
I'll call.
Call.
Straight.
A gut shot straight draw?
Are you kidding me?
That is just--
that is nuts.
That's crazy, man.
Do you mind if I
take a look at this?
Hey.
What's
the problem, sir?
Hey, he's reaching
for my chips.
I was simply admiring--
Sir, you need to come with me.
You don't have to
manhandle--I can walk.
I'll cooperate.
Don't manhandle me.
Thanks.
That's Reid.
Let's go.
He's an FBI Agent.
There he goes.
Plaid
shirt, baseball hat.
Morgan, he's a white male,
baseball cap, he's headed
towards the back door.
He's on the move.
We need to look at
victimology again.
Ok, uh, Garcia said
that Eddie Langdon
was a high-school dropout,
right? Chronic underachiever?
What are you thinking?
Well, does that sound
like someone
who has the financial
know-how and business sense
to start his own company
from scratch all by himself?
Sir, you were right.
Eddie Langdon did have a partner
in that plumbing supply business.
Curtis Banks.
And Banks pops up
more than once in Eddie's life.
They shared an apartment
together.
When Langdon was in jail
for that forgery charge,
it was Banks who bailed him out.
Oh, there's more.
Banks' dad was
a compulsive gambler, too.
Won some sort
of big jackpot in 1988.
The father abandoned
the family,
ended up 6 months later
dead in a Las Vegas hotel room,
completely broke.
Drank himself to death.
Do you have an address
for Banks?
Yeah.
800 Brigantine Road,
Galloway Township.
That's 10 miles from
Atlantic City.
Thanks.
Tell Reid and Morgan
to go to Banks' house.
He may head back there.
Yeah, Hotch,
there's nobody here.
There's a foreclosure
sign on the front lawn.
All right, you and Reid stay
there in case he comes back.
Yeah, Dave.
I think I know the final piece
of the unsub's system.
We know
it involves violence.
We know it involves
the number 8.
But the killing
of the person
at the gas station
didn't work.
What about him was different
from his partner,
his loan shark,
the call girl?
He was a stranger.
There was no personal connection.
Exactly.
That's why before
the million-dollar game
he killed his best friend.
So the closer the relationship,
the better his luck.
And now he's gonna need
the biggest infusion of luck
he's ever gotten
to escape this mess.
He's going after
his wife.
Curtis?
What the hell?
What are you doing?
Curtis! What are you
doing here?
Curtis, you need to leave.
We're leaving together.
We can do that now.
Do what?
Tahiti.
Look.
Poker chips?
Uh, we'll get a boat,
we'll sail to Bora Bora,
and then we'll just--
we'll--
Curtis, we're not going
anywhere together.
Don't you understand that?
Look, you're sick.
We would get to Tahiti
and you would find some
other reason to play cards.
I'm gonna ask you
for the last time
Leave.
Liz, call the police.
No--oh--
nobody's calling anyone.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Sir, I found something.
Teri Banks filed for divorce
two days ago.
She wasn't at home.
Does she have any relatives
or close friends nearby?
Yeah, she has a sister,
Liz Dorsey,
at 3388 Woodland Loop
in Northfield.
Got it.
Thanks.
Babe, maybe you're right.
Maybe we can still do this.
Tahiti, right?
Fresh start, you and me?
You'd make a lousy gambler,
Teri.
No poker face.
Now you're just trying to stop
what has to happen.
- There's his car.
- He's in there.
Let me go in
and talk to him, Aaron.
I know how
these guys think.
All right.
JJ, see if you can
get an angle on Banks.
Hotch, he's got a gun.
He's holding
two females hostage.
I don't have
a clear shot here.
I'm gonna go around the side.
I'm unarmed.
I'm unarmed.
Hey!
Who the hell are you?
Come here.
Come here, come here.
I'm Agent Rossi
with the FBI.
If you move,
she is dead.
The house is surrounded.
Now, you know there's only one way
out of this, Curtis.
You have to let
the women go
and I'll take their place.
Now, I've seen a lot of killers
in my life, Curtis,
but you're not like them.
You stumbled into this mess.
I can help
get you out of it.
But you need to let them go.
Get out of here.
Go.
Move!
Sorry.
Ok.
That's good.
You've made smart decisions,
Curtis, like I knew you would.
Now, is this your wife?
She stays.
You don't want
to hurt her, son.
She's not the problem.
Well, that's where
you're wrong.
She never believed in me
and what I do.
And when I had good luck,
she ruined it.
She's not the reason,
Curtis.
It was your father.
There's no such thing
as manufacturing luck.
The same obsession
is what killed him.
He passed it on to you,
but you don't need
to be like him.
I just need some time.
I need some time, ok?
Just give me a minute
to think.
That's fine.
Hotch, he moved
to the back room.
I still don't have a shot.
Sit down.
I need just a minute.
Keep your hands
where I can see them.
Rossi, he keeps glancing
to his left.
What's over there?
I see it now.
See what?
What do you see, huh?
I see why you feel
time is running out.
Sand is slipping through
the hourglass.
It's 7:58.
That's why
he's asking for more time.
He's waiting for 8:00.
Let's go.
I've always loved you, Teri.
Even though you fought me.
Whatever's next
We're doing it together.
No, baby, pl-please
don't do this.
No, no!
Curtis, let her go.
We love each other.
This is our dream.
Together.
Curtis, let her go.
All right, Curtis, very slowly put
the weapon on the ground.
I guess it is true
what they say.
The house always wins.
No!
George Augustus Sala said,
"a gambler with a system
"must be, to a greater
or lesser extent, insane.
"
Hi, miss thing.
Enough is enough.
It's time for you and me
to have a little sit-down.
What's going on with you?
Half the time I call
I get your voicemail.
When I do get you,
I don't get even a little bit
of sass coming my way.
Now, what's the deal?
Hello!
Ok.
Look.
I get it that men
and women are different
and Venus and Mars
and all that stuff,
but I do not understand
how you--
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Pump your brakes.
What is this about?
You were in my shower
at 7:00 in the morning.
Because I shower
at 7:00 in the morning.
Baby, you had a little too much
to drink the other night.
You called me to come over
and keep you company.
I know.
I remember that, but--
Ok, what happened between us
was popcorn.
And a movie on TV.
Which you fell asleep
in the middle of, by the way.
So you slept on the--
Couch.
Yes, you did.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, thank you, God,
for maintaining the integrity
of my most beloved
of friendships,
and from now on,
I promise only mostly
the purest of mineral water
will cross these lips.
Hey, plum sauce,
are you coming?
Yeah.
I'll be right there.
Hey, what's up, man?
Hey, Derek.
Since the fight,
we have decided
to have a standing date
every Tuesday night.
Good luck with that
with this job.
You got a great guy out there.
You know that, right?
I know.
What does a girl do
when she has two great guys?
She doesn't pour
that extra glass of wine.
Oh.
Yeah.
Mmm.
Ok, love you, bye.
Plum sauce?