- I don't care what Dr. Heller said or thinks.
The only treatment that makes sense here
is posterior fossa decompression, end of story.
Yeah, Tom, I know he's the head of neurosurgery.
But that doesn't mean he's right.
- [breathing heavily]
- That's fine; I'm happy to find a new place to work.
Pretty sure it won't take too long.
[eerie music]
- Dr. Hendrix?
Sorry to bother you, but we just added
another surgery to your schedule tomorrow at 10:00.
Just wanted to confirm that's okay.
- I'm supposed to fly to Boston.
I'm giving a speech at Harvard.
- The patient is the secretary of state.
His primary physician asked for you and only you.
- Okay. Fine.
[phone ringing]
No, I'm not discussing this anymore, Tom.
No, my decision is final.
Oh, okay.
Good to hear.
I'm glad the almighty Dr. Heller
finally has seen the light.
Thanks for letting me know.
♪ ♪
- So why blue?
Why entrench this kid in the male patriarchy
right off the bat?
Why not like, a pink or orange?
- Or maybe purple. - I'm serious.
We have an opportunity here to mold this child
into someone that's unattached to convention and cliché.
- Yeah, that's very true.
I like the color blue. But don't worry.
We are gonna find a way for our kid
to be awesome and enlightened, okay?
- Yeah, and blue is my favorite color too.
- [laughs] Okay, we're just arguing
for the sake of arguing? Is this what happened?
- Yeah. - Come on. [laughs]
Oh, hold on.
- What's up? - Oh.
- You okay? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I just got really dizzy.
- Okay. You wanna call Dr. Chin?
- No.
No, I'm okay.
- But you almost just passed out.
- Yeah, I'm eight months pregnant.
It happens all the time. - No, not like that it doesn't.
- Okay. Well, yeah, I'll call him then.
[phone buzzes]
- Just got a homicide case, Federal Park.
- Okey-dokey. - Okay.
- I'll see you later.
- Call Dr. Chin.
- Okay. I will.
[soft sentimental music]
♪ ♪
- Detective Ross, 31st precinct.
Victim is a male, white, age 42, stabbed in the neck.
Small puncture wound too.
Kind of odd.
I'm guessing a paring knife, maybe an awl.
[suspenseful music]
- Oh, my God.
- Is this a robbery? - Unknown.
Victim had no clothes or valuables on him
when the body was discovered.
- What the hell?
- Dr. Paul Hendrix, single, 42, highly-acclaimed neurosurgeon.
Let's expand on that profile.
Does he have any enemies? Any stalkers?
Disgruntled exes?
Let's dig into his social media, phone records.
But this is not just any old murder.
Um...viewer discretion advised.
♪ ♪
The victim's hands and arms were manipulated and bound
to make it appear as if he were praying.
So yeah.
What is the killer trying to tell us?
All right, go to work.
- I'll start checking to see if there's anyone
in Dr. Hendrix's life who's a religious zealot
or part of some type of cult. - Initiative noted. I like it.
Security footage-- what do you got for me?
- Yeah, we've been scrubbing all the video
we can find near the hospital.
We have Dr. Hendrix leaving the hospital, talking to a nurse.
But we haven't been able to find anything near the site
of the abduction, and there are no cameras
facing the park where the body was found.
- We're still searching and scrubbing, yeah?
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
- Wait. I have something. - Mm.
- Dr. Paul Hendrix filed a police report
with the 27th Precinct last week,
said that a man named Derek Lawson threatened
and assaulted him in front of New York hospital.
- Now we're talking.
Tell me more about Monsieur Lawson.
- Age 33, one prior conviction for battery,
works in construction, is a member of Local 79, LIUNA,
Laborers' International Union of North America.
- All right, get his last-known address to Maggie and OA.
- I have eyes on Lawson.
- Copy that.
♪ ♪
- Derek Lawson?
- Can I help you?
- FBI. I have a few questions for you.
- Yeah, sorry. Not in the mood.
Hey!
OA, there's blood in the truck.
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
- Show me your hands! Now!
- Get out. - The hell?
[groans]
- You're gonna come and talk with us,
whether you're in the mood or not.
♪ ♪
- Dr. Hendrix?
What the hell does he have to do--
- He's dead.
Somebody killed him last night.
- You think I killed him?
That's ridiculous.
- You threatened him last week, and now he's dead.
And then we find blood in your car.
You ask me, that's not ridiculous.
- That's not--
I hit a dog while driving home the other night.
Poor thing was dying. I tried to save him.
Took him to one of those 24-hour vets.
Died anyway.
It cost me $864 too.
You should arrest that vet, not me.
- All right, when did this happen?
- Two nights ago.
- Okay, we will assume you were telling the truth.
You hit a dog. That happens.
But what about you threatening Dr. Hendrix, huh?
- It's all true.
- Why did you threaten him?
- Look, I was just--
I was having a bad day.
I wanted to tell that arrogant prick what I thought of him.
- Why are you so angry with him?
- He killed my wife!
Smug bastard postponed his surgery because a younger,
healthier guy needed surgery,
thought his life mattered more than hers.
He lives. Lisa dies.
So yeah, I got rage.
I mean, who does this guy think he is, huh, God?
If he had performed the operation
when it was originally planned, she'd still be alive!
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- No one can blame you for wanting revenge.
- No.
No way.
I wasn't looking for that kind of revenge.
I was going to sue his ass for malpractice.
Had a lawyer and everything.
- Where were you last night between 7:00 and 10:00?
- In Queens, at my brother's house watching the Yankees.
[phone ringing]
- Hey, Jubal.
- Hey, Maggie, what's your status?
- We have Lawson in custody.
Why? What's up?
- I need you two elsewhere.
♪ ♪
- Two bodies in 24 hours--
that is a hell of a timetable.
- Yeah, I'm guessing he's not done killing, either.
♪ ♪
- Jim just retired from the army.
He was doing really well too.
He just published his memoir about his experience
in Afghanistan and Iraq.
- I look forward to reading it.
I did two tours in Iraq--
2nd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment.
- Jim was a colonel.
He was in charge of a lot of men.
That--that's what the book focused on,
making hard decisions, sending young men into battle
knowing some of them will die.
In fact, "The New York Times" just reviewed it.
They raved about it.
- Ma'am, did your husband have any enemies?
Anybody harassing him or stalking him?
- No.
Not that I know of, anyway.
- Do you know anyone by the name Paul Hendrix,
a doctor, neurosurgeon?
- No. Why?
- He was murdered last night in the same manner
that your husband was.
- So there's a serial killer out there?
Is that what you're telling me?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Interesting thing here is, there's no bruising,
which means the killer flayed the victims
and then manipulates the hands
into the praying position post-mortem.
- So he kills them and then mutilates and poses them?
- Exactly.
- Any third-party DNA?
- No, nothing.
Looks like he goes for the kill pretty quickly.
Puncture wound to the neck, carotid artery ruptures,
victims bleed out, so there's no time
or opportunity to fight back.
After that, he sort of...
plays with the body.
- So to put this into plain English,
we are dealing with a sick and violent maniac here.
- Yeah.
You can put it that way.
- All right, folks, so Derek Lawson's alibi checks out,
which means our killer is still out there.
Two bodies in 24 hours-- it's quite a clip.
So let's talk about our most recent victim,
retired and decorated combat soldier, Colonel James Logan.
Body was found in a dumpster,
but based on evidence at the scene,
it appears he was killed elsewhere.
So let's try to figure out where and when.
And in the meantime, let's do a deep dive
into our two victims.
Let's see if we can't figure out
how these guys were connected.
I don't know, maybe they knew each other socially,
professionally, romantically.
What, you got a video?
- Yeah, this is from the corner from where the body was found.
- Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, ran facial rec, no luck.
- Okay, but we have a lead, this man right here.
So let's chase it, yeah? - All right, contact BAU.
I want a work-up on the killer now.
And I want the name of each and every store
in the city that sells these prayer beads.
- I've been working on that.
The markings on them show they're handmade in Italy,
so I reached out to the company,
and according to them, they only shipped
to one place in New York.
- Okay. Do we have an address?
- Yes, it's a seminary gift shop in the city.
♪ ♪
- Hopefully someone here can help us identify this prick.
- Scola, come on.
Have some respect. - Oh, sorry.
- I take it you're not-- - Religious? No.
I went to mass a few times as a kid,
a couple times after Douglas died,
but it just didn't move the needle for me, you know?
It's just so much hocus pocus.
- I see we have a skeptic on our hands.
- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't--
- No, not a problem.
We're all free to believe what we want.
Father Roger Burns.
- Special Agent Scola. This is Special Agent Wallace.
- Please.
- So we're trying to identify someone
who bought some rosary beads from the gift shop here.
This man look familiar to you?
- I'm pretty sure that's Frank Silver.
- How do you know him?
Did he work or study here?
- He came here about six months ago from Iowa, I believe.
Didn't have any money, any friends.
He said that he wanted to be a priest,
but he didn't have any of the formal education
that we require, so I offered him a job instead
in the maintenance department.
In the meantime, I suggested that he take a couple
of courses at a local college.
- Does he still work here?
- No, we had to part ways about a month ago.
- Why is that?
- Uh, his--his behavior became a bit concerning.
He started saying bizarre things,
like that he was God in human form
and that he was here to pass judgment
on all those pretending to represent the Almighty.
I tried to get him some help, but he refused.
And then he started acting aggressively
towards the students and the priests.
So I had no choice.
I feel terrible that I couldn't--
- Do you have some sort of personnel file we can see?
- Yeah.
Could you tell me what happened?
Did Frank do something wrong?
- It's a weird place to live.
- This is the address that was on the building.
- Not that luxurious, but a good place to hide out--
or kill someone in.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- All right, let's split up.
Stay connected on comms.
[muffled speech]
- You hear that?
It's coming from this pew.
♪ ♪
- FBI!
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Let's go. Up! Out!
- [whimpering] - Hands up. Hey, relax, relax.
- What are you doing? - Just relax.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait.
What's your name, sir?
- Elliot.
Elliot Washburn.
- Why are you here, Elliot?
- No reason in particular.
Just looked like a good place to sleep and pray.
But I was wrong.
The place is haunted.
I've been hearing noises.
I think there might be ghosts in here.
- Have you seen anybody else in the building?
- No.
But like I said, I hear voices.
♪ ♪
[muffled voice]
[soft sobbing]
- I think hear someone.
[floor creaks] [gasps]
[grunting]
- Maggie, you okay?
- Yeah, I think so.
[muffled sobbing]
♪ ♪
- [sobbing] Please, please, God, please help me.
Please.
- I think somebody's down here.
- [sobbing]
♪ ♪
Please, God.
- Hey. Hey.
It's okay.
My name is Maggie.
I'm with the FBI.
You're gonna be okay.
I need an ambulance to 4224 Belmont Drive.
Hey.
You're safe.
♪ ♪
- I need you to ride to the hospital with her.
Her name is Mary.
The second she's stable, I need to speak with her.
[indistinct chatter]
- How is she?
- She's in really rough shape.
Hopefully she'll survive.
- I just don't get it.
He bound her hands like the other two victims,
but he didn't kill her.
Why?
[siren wailing]
- Let's go.
- You guys clear back.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- This is his throne.
And those must be his worshippers.
- There's another passage.
♪ ♪
There's dried blood.
- That's skin.
- We are standing in Silver's torture chamber.
- Seminary-- this has to be his bag.
There's a bunch of newspaper clippings and some clothes.
It's a vanity piece on Dr. Hendrix.
- "Top 40 Bachelors Under 50."
Says he's one of the most revered neurosurgeons
in the country, prefers career women
who play tennis and love to cook.
- This one's about Colonel Logan's book.
- Do you think that's how he finds his victims?
He reads about them in the paper?
- I really hope not because there are a lot
of articles here. - [sighs]
[phone buzzing]
- Hey. - Hi.
Uh, So I talked to Dr. Chin,
and he's concerned about my blood work.
- Concerned? Okay.
What does that mean?
- Good question.
I asked him the same thing, but he told me
to meet him at the hospital.
- The hospital?
- Yeah, I'm just gonna go and meet him there right now
and, uh, let you know.
- Okay. I'll meet you there.
- No, no, you don't need to meet me there, okay?
I got it. I'll be fine.
- I'll meet you there.
[sentimental music]
- Okay.
- I gotta take care of something.
I'll catch up with you.
- Yeah.
- A listeria infection?
What--what does that mean? Is it serious?
- It's a bacterial infection. And yes, it can be.
- Okay, is it caused from maybe the gunshot wound?
- No, it usually comes from some type
of contaminated food.
- Like food poisoning?
- In a way.
- Okay, but it's just an infection, right?
So it'll pass?
- We hope so.
But we need to make sure the infection
doesn't spread to the placenta.
So we need to begin treatment right away
because the baby's heart rate is starting to drop.
- What?
- We're okay for now.
But if the heartbeat drops any lower,
we'll need to induce labor.
- Labor?
She's not due for another month.
- So what are the next steps?
- We need to push some antibiotics into your system
through an IV.
- Okay. Let's do whatever it takes.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Yeah, it sounds like it's just an infection.
- Wait.
Why am I so damn nervous?
- Because you love me.
It's okay.
All right? Go back to work. - What?
- I'm just getting a damn IV.
It's really not a big deal, okay?
I'll let you know if something changes.
- You call me if you need me.
- I will. - All right.
♪ ♪
- We need to review more data,
but we do have some preliminary thoughts.
Victim number one was a renowned surgeon.
His brains and skills saved lives.
Victim number two was a decorated combat soldier,
sent scores of young people into battle where some died.
- Both victims made life-and-death decisions.
Why would Silver be angry about that?
- Because he feels like that's his domain.
It's a form of malignant narcissism or God complex.
He kills the victims, binds their hands in prayer,
and then flays them, like they did to one of the apostles,
all because he thinks that he, and only he,
should be making these types of life-and-death decisions.
- It makes sense, I suppose.
- Unfortunately, he is likely becoming
more emboldened after each kill.
It's exciting to him--
reinforces the grandiosity he craves so desperately,
which means there's a good chance
that violence will accelerate.
- It can't go much faster than it's already going--
two kills in 24 hours.
- Doesn't mean he won't try.
The thrill is too much for him to resist.
- So what about this woman we found in the church, Mary?
I'm guessing her first name is relevant to his God complex.
- I would assume so, but I need to talk to her
before I offer an opinion on that.
Is there an update on her medical status?
- Yeah, hospital just advised that she's stable.
We're sending two agents over to interview her.
- I'd like to join.
- I'll let Agents Zidan and Bell know you're sitting in.
- I met him at a soup kitchen.
I'm a social worker.
He was smart, and he seemed kind...
uh, at first.
- When did he abduct you?
- Uh, four days ago.
I was walking to my car, leaving the shelter, and...
He approached me and said he needed money.
- Was he aggressive, confrontational?
- Not at first.
But then when I said no to his request,
he just started ranting and raving, and...
I was trying to calm him down, but he just kept berating me.
I tried to walk away, and that's when he attacked me.
- What did he do?
- He had this small, thin knife kind of thing,
and pressed it into my neck,
and told me to get my car
and drive him to that horrible church.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Mary, I'm really sorry to ask you this question.
Did he...?
- Yeah.
He raped me, repeatedly.
He said that he chose me like God chose Mother Mary,
that I'd give birth to his divine son
who would be the second coming of God.
- When did you last see him?
- Yesterday.
He gave me some scraps of food.
- Can you remember any other details?
Maybe he mentioned some names, places.
- I don't think so.
But like I said, we drove to the church in my car.
So I'm guessing he's still using it.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Kelly, any luck on Mary's car, hits on the BOLO?
- No, sir, but we blasted it out wide,
every borough in the city.
- Okay, these are the clippings we found in the church.
Any luck identifying other potential targets?
Any articles about people with godlike qualities?
- Not yet, but we're still working our way through them.
- All right, focus on the articles about people
whose profession can determine another person's fate.
- I got something.
It's a fluff piece published three days ago
on a local judge who's presiding over
a current death penalty case.
He's quoted as saying, "Being a jurist is akin to playing God.
You literally have
the defendant's life in your hands."
- All right, let's find this judge now.
[tense music]
- Courtroom's on the third floor.
The judge is presiding over a trial right now,
but the court officer has been notified.
[phone buzzes] - It's Nina's doctor.
- Yeah. - So what's the plan?
- BAU think that the courthouse is a bridge too far,
too risky and secure for Silver to attempt anything inside.
- So it's likely he's waiting for them outside.
- Exactly--so we're gonna start a grid search
in the immediate vicinity.
- Is everything okay? - No.
Nina's lactic acid levels were too high,
and the baby's heart rate's dropping,
which apparently means that the antibiotics aren't working.
- So what happens now?
- They're gonna induce labor.
- Oh, right now? - Whoa.
- Wow. Okay. - You should probably go.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- Jubal, any update?
- We've been scrubbing traffic cams east of the courthouse.
We saw the red Toyota drive by ten minutes ago.
- We have agents on every street.
No one's reported seeing it.
- All right, then Silver must have put it down somewhere.
- I've got eyes on the car, north side of the street.
[suspenseful music]
- Tiff sees it!
♪ ♪
- It's empty.
Nothing.
- It's clear.
- Excuse me, sir, how are you? FBI.
You know who was driving that red car?
- Yeah, I saw that guy.
I told him he couldn't park there,
and he laughed at me like he was some big shot.
- Which way did he go? - Toward the courthouse.
He slipped into that back door right behind a delivery guy.
- Guys, I need you to sit on that red car.
If the driver comes back, take him into custody.
- Yes, sir. All right.
♪ ♪
- Excuse me? What room is Nina Chase in?
- One moment, I'll check.
- Can we speak in private?
This is more complicated than we thought.
The infection has spread.
So I brought in a specialist who's going to induce labor.
But because of the need to perform a C-section,
Nina's currently under anesthesia,
and she named you her medical proxy,
which means I'll need you to make
any further medical decisions.
- Yeah, sure. That's not a problem.
- What I mean is, the infection has caused lots of damage
to both Nina and the unborn child.
- Right.
Which is why we're inducing labor.
- Correct.
But there's a chance we might only be able
to save one of them.
- One?
What are you--come on, there has to be a way to--
- I know it's a lot to digest, so please,
take a few minutes to decide.
- Decide what?
- Who takes priority.
[apprehensive music]
♪ ♪
- You're asking me to choose between Nina and my baby?
- I'm sorry, but it's necessary.
Once they start the incision,
things will be happening very fast.
The specialist will need to know who to focus on.
I'll be back in a few minutes.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- I'm Special Agent Bell.
I will explain more in a second, but right now,
I need to speak with the judge.
- There's no sign of Silver.
- Agent Bell, approach the bench, please.
We're in a murder trial here.
What the hell is going on?
- We have reason to believe that your life is in danger.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- There's a man in this building,
and we believe that he intends to harm you.
So until we find him, I need you to call a recess.
Shelter in your chambers with the court officer.
- I'll do no such thing.
If you wanna stand guard in the hallway, be my guest.
But this trial is much too important.
- Your Honor, with all due respect,
it is my job to protect you and everyone in this courtroom.
Get the judge in his chambers until I give an all-clear.
That's an order.
- Court is in recess until further notice.
[gavel bangs]
♪ ♪
- Tiff? - Yeah?
- Contact head of security.
Get every court officer to secure
their respective courtrooms. No one comes in.
No one goes out. - I'm on it.
- All right, we need to split up and cover more ground.
I'm gonna take the west end. - Okay. I'll go east.
♪ ♪
- I might have a possible sighting.
He's accessing the ground floor now
on the east stairwell.
- Heading your way.
- Me too.
- Frank Silver?
FBI.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[gunshot] [people screaming]
- Get down! [gunshots]
- Shots fired. Court officer down.
Need immediate medical attention to our location.
- [groans] Officer down, shots fired.
- Silver is on the loose and now killing people at random.
We need to find him before he strikes again.
Speak to me, people. What do you got?
- I've been scrubbing street PODs
near the courthouse, nothing.
- Tiff, come on. - Yeah.
- He was last seen accessing the ground level
from the east stairwell. He's armed.
- Do you see him?
- Could he be headed back to the red Toyota?
- I just talked to the unis sitting on it;
no sign of Silver.
- All right, well, Silver may think he's a God,
but he cannot just disappear into thin air.
Keep looking.
- Tiff.
He ran into the subway station.
♪ ♪
Anything?
- Nothing.
- Jubal, we lost Silver.
- 3rd Precinct just reported a carjacking
at the corner of Lafayette and Franklin.
- All right, now we're getting somewhere.
That's three blocks from the courthouse.
- Suspect description loosely fits Silver.
- All right, this sounds promising,
but I don't wanna divert resources without confirmation.
- You heard the boss-- a gold star next to the name
of the person who can confirm that that carjacker is Silver.
- I'm scanning a traffic cam at this intersection now.
- Throw it up.
- Yep, that's him, blow up the plate.
- Running it now. - Looks like a new model. GPS?
- Yeah, from what I can tell, it has the capability,
but the buyer didn't foot the bill to activate it.
- Well, make some calls, see if they can activate it remotely.
We need to catch this son of a bitch before he kills again.
- And in the meantime, I want you
to blast this plate out wide.
Hey, listen, have you heard from Scola?
- We're ready to go, so we need an answer.
- Obviously, praying to God that both of them will be okay.
But if you have to--
if there's a problem and you have to choose,
your priority should be Nina.
[apprehensive music]
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- Where we at with the camera scrubs?
- So we caught the delivery car going through
a few intersections north of the courthouse,
but nothing since.
- All right, so we have a direction of travel.
Let's use it. Keep looking.
We cannot lose this guy.
- Elise, where are we with the car's GPS?
Can we access it remotely?
- They just activated it. Stand by.
Got it, vehicle stationary--
it's parked in Queensbridge Cemetery.
- Okay, is there a camera inside Queensbridge Cemetery?
Anyone? - Yeah, I got one.
- Okay.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Yep, there he is.
He's out of the vehicle on foot.
- All right, get the team over there now.
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
- Jubal, we're on scene.
What are the security cameras showing?
- Okay, great. The last time we saw Silver,
he was heading up the hill deeper into the cemetery.
No sighting since.
- Let's go.
♪ ♪
- I got him.
- You got nowhere to go, Silver.
Put your hands up!
- Show us your hands!
- Put them up!
Now!
♪ ♪
- Now turn around, slowly.
- Nice and easy.
[gunshots]
[gun clicks]
- He dropped the gun.
- Fan out.
♪ ♪
- Maggie, what's your location?
- I'm near the mausoleum, about 50 yards away.
- Maggie, you broke location.
- [panting]
[crackling, indistinct speech]
Guys, you copy?
[crackling, indistinct speech]
- Maggie!
♪ ♪
- Do you guys copy?
I think I know where he's hiding.
♪ ♪
- [breathing heavily]
- Do you copy?
♪ ♪
- [breathing heavily]
[clattering]
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
Shh, shh, shh.
Don't say a word.
If you do, I'll send you to the Promised Land like the others.
- Hold on, hold on.
Listen, I am not here to harm you.
I'm here to help you. - Liar.
You're trying to interfere with my mission.
- I don't know about your mission.
- I'm gonna save the world.
- Okay.
I can help you.
- You're an infidel, a sinner like the rest.
- I'm not, I'm not.
Okay, I can help you.
I can help you.
- You're right.
And you will.
You're my shield.
You will take the bullets meant for me.
You will sacrifice your body
for the greater good of humanity.
- Let her go.
Let her go. - No.
That won't happen.
Drop your guns or she dies.
It's up to you.
You get to choose if she lives or dies.
- Take the shot.
- I don't have a shot. Tiff?
- Negative.
- Take the shot.
- Take the shot. Take the shot.
- Now! - [grunts]
[gunshots] [groans]
[both grunting]
- Welcome to hell, you dirtbag.
♪ ♪
- What is going on?
[apprehensive music]
♪ ♪
It's okay.
I'm here.
♪ ♪
- Any word? - Nothing.
- I tried to call, but it went straight to voicemail.
- Yeah, all we can do is wait.
- If you could follow me, please.
♪ ♪
- Scola?
You okay?
- Yeah.
I am now.
Guys, this is-- this is Douglas.
- You named him after your brother.
- Yeah.
[sentimental music]
♪ ♪
- He's perfect.
- Yeah, he is.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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