Criminal Minds s13e17 Episode Script
The Capilanos
1 [Vehicle approaching.]
[Slow country-Western song playing.]
[Man singing indistinctly.]
but you would have found that you are on my mind [Radio shuts off.]
[Door opens.]
[Door latch clicks.]
Ooh [Shoes thump on floor.]
There you go.
[Kiss.]
[Click.]
[High-pitched sound.]
[Running footsteps.]
[Brushing teeth.]
[Spitting.]
[Swishing water in mouth, spitting.]
[Click.]
[Sighs.]
[Click.]
[Kiss.]
[Exhales.]
[High-pitched noise.]
Reid: âMasks are wonderfully paradoxical in this way.
âWhile they may hide the physical reality, they can show us how a person wants to be seen.
â Joanna Scott.
Ok, ok.
And by ok, I mean the abbreviation of the great state of Oklahoma, 'cause everything I'm gonna say now is not ok.
The unsub we are looking for killed last week in Colorado and then again last night in Oklahoma.
Rossi: Big mistake.
Crossing state lines gives us jurisdiction.
Attacking in two states is ambitious.
Maybe he's a truck driver or has other work in the area? I can check the highway serial killer database.
Prentiss: So our latest victim, Mark Wilson, 35, was beaten to death in his home, like our first victim, Sam Franklin.
They were both hard-working Midwestern men.
Both homes were robbed, and you know that super-sensitive side of your mouth part here? On both of them, it was cut.
Are they smiling? How did he do that? That's awful.
Lewis: This wasn't about inflicting more pain.
I mean, they were already dead.
He was compelled to do this.
Alvez: He's got a type.
Strong married men with kids.
It could be a surrogate.
He's got patricidal tendencies, shows power-assertive behavior.
At first glance, he feels like a family annihilator attacking the home, but he's not killing the whole family.
And he chooses to destroy the heads of household without an audience.
There could be some mercy in him after all.
Garcia: Well, that might be true with Sam Franklin, but with Mark Wilson, his 7-year-old son Dylan saw the whole thing.
Oh, no.
Is he talking? Well, he was, but not anymore.
It's unclear what he saw, but he says his dad was killed by a clown.
JJ: Maybe the unsub wore a disguise.
Or he's projecting something he fears.
There's a word, even though it's not recognized by any dictionary or psychology manual, for the excessive fear of clowns coulrophobia.
Prentiss: Well, whatever he saw, we need to find out if it was real or perceived.
Wheels up in 20.
I got officers searching pawn shops in the area but came up empty.
Sorry if you got a few stares.
Last time the feds were here was when they caught McVeigh.
We got you set up over here.
Prentiss: Thank you.
Yeah, I saw what this psycho did to the vic's mouth.
I figured it wasn't his first time.
So that's when I ran it through ViCAP, and it was time to call you.
Are you the one who responded to the Wilson residence? Yeah.
And, of course, I found Dylan Wilson hiding in his bedroom.
He called 911? Yeah, but not until the sun came up.
I'm sure he was too afraid to make a sound.
Time of death was midnight.
He was in that house with his dead father for hours.
No wonder he isn't talking.
Woman, on P.
A.
: Outpatient pharmacy, dial 621.
Outpatient pharmacy, dial 621.
Hi.
Mrs.
Wilson, we're Agents Reid and Simmons from Quantico.
Hi.
We're so sorry for your loss.
Before he stopped talking, he said he wish he'd called for help sooner.
Irrational guilt, especially for a child, is common after a traumatic event.
Is he gonna talk again? The doctors here can't tell me.
Most likely, but what he's doing is called disassociating.
It's a psychological form of self-protection.
You mind if I talk to him? Please.
Hi, Dylan.
My name's Spencer.
I'm really sorry about what happened to your dad.
I can't imagine how scary that must have been.
I heard who you saw, and I was hoping Maybe you could draw me a picture? [Loud banging.]
[Glass breaking.]
[Thud.]
- [Crash.]
- Clown: Unh! Uhh! [Pencil scratching paper.]
So he parked in front of the house instead of the garage.
If he was carrying a sleeping Dylan, it would have been the fastest way inside.
That's why he missed the jimmied lock on the garage door.
Unsub's hitting secluded houses.
Mark's entry would have interrupted the robbery.
So he would have put Dylan in his bed and then he would have gone to sleep himself.
Which makes sense, since the struggle started in the master bedroom.
But it ended in the living room.
He probably tried to get the violence as far away from Dylan as he could.
Just like that first kill in Colorado, he found his murder weapon on the scene.
So this guy's organized, and yet he is improvising.
Well, he hasn't established a pattern 'cause he's just getting started.
Well, if Dylan saw him, chances are he saw Dylan, too, and chose to let him live.
Well, maybe he has boundaries when it comes to hurting children.
Oy, I got nada on the highway database, FYI.
But the other task of finding additional robberies in those two states, bingo-go-go.
I got 3 robberies additionally in Colorado that are linked by a bizarre smiley face carved into the doors.
Strange his signature would evolve from carving wood to cutting faces.
Homeowners weren't there? Garcia: Hence no homicides.
They're also in equally hard-to-find spots.
I'm sending you the towns now.
Rossi: The houses are all far off from the interstate.
Garcia: He must have scouted them before he burgled them, right? Not necessarily.
They could be targets of opportunity.
Dark street, dark house.
Well, something triggered him between his last robbery and his first murder.
Maybe he's got a connection to these towns.
[Gear shifter clicks.]
[Keys jingling.]
[Pencil scratching paper.]
Thank you, Dylan.
This is really helpful.
I'm going to show it to my friend, ok? Alvez: Looks like a simple plan.
First hit houses in small towns and keep moving.
Not too bright to leave a calling card announcing how many houses they've robbed.
Well, the unsub didn't start out looking for blood on his hands, so what changed him? Prentiss: We should focus on his first kill.
Sam Franklin from Campo, Colorado.
Worked in a warehouse, he had a weekend shift while his family was in Denver.
Any speculation as to what he was doing the night he was killed? Well, his wife claims that he called her on his way home from work.
It was about midnight.
He told her he was almost T-boned, and the driver lost his mind on him.
She said he was a bit shaken, which wasn't like him.
Did he say a clown was driving? He did not.
Which is the first thing you would say if that's what you saw.
Ok, so do we think a chance encounter led to murder? Maybe.
Aggravated lethal road rage mentality fits our unsub's profile.
Lewis: What about Mark Wilson? The house was already broken into when he got home.
Alvez: Yeah, it looks like the unsub's moving south along small state roads.
JJ: Given the accelerated timeline, his need to leave a signature behind, it feels like he's on a mission.
Wow! He's not compartmentalizing at all.
Not at all.
Reid, over phone: Dylan definitely saw a clown.
The level of detail in the costume suggests something precise, which makes me feel like the face would most likely be hand-painted versus some kind of mass-distributed mask.
Makes sense, since the M.
E.
found greasepaint under the latest victim's nails.
This is such a specific disguise.
This unsub must have an obsession.
Alvez: It says a lot that he went into Mark Wilson's house with this makeup on him.
I mean, it's like an alter-ego.
That disguise could be helping him find confidence.
Won't be surprised if he starts a spree.
Man: You keep up that winning streak, and they're gonna want all of us on the team.
Woman: Ha ha! Scoot into bed.
I will let you snooze another 10 in the morning.
Off you go.
Oh, way too late for a school night.
I know, but they'll survive.
I'll tell you what You may not be tired, but I am wiped.
I'm going to bed.
Good night, sweetheart.
Good night, honey.
Police radio: Unit 12, unit 12.
JJ: He killed both parents this time.
Well, Mom must have tried to stop it and became collateral damage.
Simmons: Well, thankfully the kids didn't witness any of that, but since nobody saw anything, we don't know if he was wearing a disguise this time.
And just like Mark Wilson's house, he was here when they got home.
So I don't know if he's hunting them beforehand or just getting lucky that they're family men.
An accidental annihilator leaving a wake of orphans behind.
This is the second time he spared their lives when he clearly didn't need to.
Still, he's punishing them, making their worst fears come true.
Maybe he has his own abandonment issues or I don't know, maybe we're missing something here.
If he had a submissive partner, then they could be the influence in keeping the kids alive.
So he kills strong male figures to prove his dominance? But that's not enough, so he feels compelled to cut their mouths.
He wants to make sure he leaves them with a permanent scar.
So maybe he grew up abused.
He could even have the same scar.
And if that trauma happened while his love map was forming, he would think that's the only way to gain dominance.
Chief: A neighbor witnessed a guy dressed as a clown running out of the house and jumping in a van.
Thing is, there was another guy driving.
Thanks.
Police radio: We blocked off 412 Man: Pull forward, please! [Vehicle approaches.]
[Brakes squeal.]
Man: Oh, no.
What are we gonna do? They got a roadblock.
We're totally screwed.
Second man: Ah, what kind of negative crap is that? We're challenged.
I told you, we should have finished our night and gone back.
Why'd you have to break in again at night? I got wound up.
Plus I heard a guy talking about that spot.
[Bag jingling.]
It paid off, didn't it? Doing this two nights in a row is crazy.
Don't call me that.
I'm sorry, but You just can't get so greedy.
We are not gonna get caught.
What the hell is that, blood? You said nobody got hurt.
Guy was popping off at the mouth.
I had to shut him up.
In, out, on our way.
That was the deal.
No fighting.
Yeah, well, you're too weak to be in there with me, aren't you? Gotta do what I gotta do.
Now turn the van around and let's go.
[Engine starts.]
What are those? Hoping to find one that looks like Dylan's drawing.
Are those clown faces painted on eggs? The tradition was started after World War II by a London circus clown called Stan Bult.
He wanted all professional clowns to be able to copyright their costumes and makeup designs.
There's over 300 of them on display in the English village of Wookey Hole.
I hope they help.
Thank you for staying.
He seems better with you here.
I'm just glad he's finally resting.
Mmm.
I don't know how we're gonna get through this.
I mean, just knowing what he saw.
[Sighs.]
I wish I could trade places with him, but I don't know How I'm gonna get him through this.
After something traumatic happens, I don't know about you, but I find that there's always that Little moment right when you wake up in the morning when everything's good, because your mind has temporarily forgotten the bad stuff.
You ever have that? After my dad died, yeah.
I feel like our conscious and subconscious make some sort of secret pact to let us have a split-second of peace.
You had that a lot? When that relief happens, I try to hold onto it.
You just have to figure out a way to help Dylan do that.
How? Let him know that he's not alone and that his healing is just gonna take time.
When he's ready to talk, he will.
Prentiss: Physical and behavioral evidence points to a dominant power-assertive male robbing and killing, but we also believe there is a submissive partner who drives the getaway vehicle.
We're looking for two men in their 30s driving a van.
Alvez: The dominant partner likes to kill with his bare hands, and his signature is cutting his victims postmortem.
Chief: Any chance the submissive doesn't know what the dominant's doing? Absolutely.
It's common for criminal partners to keep secrets from one another.
The kids seem to be a complex part of this puzzle.
The dominant's working alone in the kills, choosing not to physically harm the children.
It could be the submissive's influence.
There might be a child in their lives or unresolved issues from their own childhoods.
And we can't ignore the elephant in the room.
More than one eyewitness has talked about a clown disguise.
Now, that could be a forensic countermeasure, but choosing it tells us about him.
When unsubs wear masks, or in this case, paint them on, it is a predictor for antisocial behavior.
We call this deindividuation.
It allows the offender to be anonymous and act their worst.
We only know the dominant has painted his face, most likely because he hates his own.
- Chief.
- Prentiss: He could have a facial disfigurement or a speech impediment, something he can't control that frustrates him.
Two men matching the witnesses' description have just been spotted.
Chief? [Whispering.]
Ok, go over it.
You'll throw me over 'cause I'm little, and I'll get stuck alone 'cause you fatsos won't make it.
Then I'm gonna be the one who's dead.
Shut up and do it.
Idiots, follow me.
Hold it for me.
Thanks.
Beans, I'm gonna close it on you.
Hurry up, beans.
Let's go.
Beans: I was here for my great-aunt Mattieâs funeral.
The crank broke, and the casket fell to the ground.
And my brother said that when the lid popped open, her body was all like Shh.
Look.
[Screaming.]
Run! [All screaming.]
Simmons: FBI! Hands where we can see them! Hands up, clown.
They took all my stuff.
Oh, you'll get it back.
But you're gonna be here for a while.
So this isn't your only trespassing charge.
I gotta ask, why did you do it? I'm a telemarketer.
I clock in, clock out, and all day make calls to people who either reject me or are too lonely to hang up.
Dressing up gets you attention.
When I go out dressed like this I make a difference in someone's night.
My buddy and I, we go together so it's double the scare.
And you know what? Those kids tonight They'll remember me.
[Sighs.]
We have a man who is dressing up like a clown and killing people.
He's clearly a very sick man.
Mm-hmm.
All we have to go by is this kid's drawing of who he saw.
My partner thinks it's a twist on a character clown from the 1950s.
You ever seen him? No, I'd remember a guy like that.
[Blowing.]
[Balloon squeaking.]
They closed the road and the gig went late is why I didn't make it home last night.
Where did you stay? In the van.
So do you really think you've made enough for us to, you know, call it a day and head south? Yeah.
I'm ready for the Florida sun.
How about you? My parents called.
They said they found us a little trailer, under 500 a month.
Great school for Mikey.
Well, we got enough for the first couple months, until we find a new gig.
[Chuckles.]
[Disguised voice.]
Hiya, monkey.
He is magic.
Mikey: Can I try one? Pick a color, any color.
Mm-hmm.
Mm Green.
Give it a big blow, ok? [Both take deep breath.]
[Blowing, squeaking sound.]
You should stretch it out.
I should have had you stretch it.
Give it a big stretch.
[Makes stretching sound.]
[Makes stretching sound.]
Yeah, like that.
[Music on TV.]
Man: We interrupt our current programming with breaking news.
Woman: This is the second home invasion in Guymon.
Each time the children were home to find their parents dead.
Oh, that is awful! Hey, that was in Guymon.
Maybe that's why the roads were closed.
You ok, babe? I think it was just the sandwich.
I need some air.
[Blowing.]
Tone! You killed those people? When that guy came home with his sleeping kid, you said that you tied him up and that was it.
And the family last night? [Exhales.]
How many? Huh? 4.
4.
What the hell is the matter with you? Just listen to me for a second.
Just Listen.
I'm sorry.
Give me my half.
Right now.
Here's the thing.
After work and pawn shops, we had about 3,200.
3,800.
Yeah.
So I had a lead.
Oh, god, we should be riding high right now, but don't worry, we're gonna get it all back.
You lost it? Gambling? We've been at this for weeks.
You lost it? I got a plan, Tone.
Do you remember the ranch owner from the other night, the big guy with the shiny convertible? I'm not driving you to kill anybody.
I won't hurt anybody ever again, ok? We need to get our money back.
And this guy, he's loaded.
He's not even gonna miss it.
You want to get Mikey down to Florida, right? Then what choice is there in this, man? Woman, on P.
A.
: Charge nurse on duty to CCU.
Charge nurse on duty to CCU.
Hi, Dylan.
That picture you drew really helped us a lot.
Is there anything else you remember about him? Did he say anything to you? He was wearing a shirt like that.
Like like like denim? Yeah.
He also smelled like horses.
Oh, baby.
[Kiss.]
Ohh I should just wait in the car.
Hey.
We'll get twice as much with you helping me.
And nobody gets hurt.
I already promised.
See? Nobody's even home.
Ha ha ha! Welcome to the big leagues, Tony Capilano! [Cocks shotgun.]
[Grunts.]
[Shotgun blast.]
Simmons: The owner is in critical condition, took a gunshot wound to the shoulder.
Now, it looks like they fought, but the unsubs got scared off.
Rossi, over phone: Nothing stolen? No, no.
They didn't make it past the threshold.
Prentiss: You said there was some kind of security.
Yeah.
I'm working on getting that footage now.
Call you back.
These guys have remained low-tech so far.
They haven't chosen houses with security systems.
JJ: Choosing this house, especially in the daylight, it's a risk.
They're in a hurry.
Maybe they're finally getting out of town and they're sloppy about it.
Then they'll be more haphazard now that we'll have images of them.
- [Cell phone rings.]
- Hey, Spence.
Great news.
Dylan is talking and he's remembering more details.
He said the unsub was wearing denim and smelled like horses.
That's specific.
Reid: If I brought him in to the station, I think it might help with his healing.
That's a great idea.
Hey, hold on.
Luke just walked in.
So, the M.
E.
confirmed that the grease under the victim's fingernails is a professional-grade stage makeup.
Rossi: Doesn't seem like that would be easy to find.
So they're not amateurs.
Well, psychologically, most clowns believe it's not just a job, it's who they are.
That's a problem, considering circuses are going out of business.
All right, Matt just sent over the security footage.
Spence, I'll forward it to you.
See, now, faced with a surprise, these guys are incredibly unsophisticated.
And no surprise the submissive's instinct is flight, the dominant's is fight.
If they grew up in this clown culture, these could be the roles they've always played.
So maybe they haven't left the area because they found some kind of circus work here.
Prentiss: Hey, Garcia? Little boy is talking again? Thank the stars.
Yes.
He's made some progress.
So have we.
Can you cross the geo-profiles from the initial crimes in Colorado and Oklahoma, see if any traveling circuses or carnivals went through those towns? I love a carnival.
If it wasn't for the whole nefarious people are probably working there, this would be a most enjoyable search.
Nefarious ruins everything.
I'll hit you back.
Man: W-why'd you have to shoot him? Our faces are gonna be all over the news.
We gotta get out of here! - [Keys jingling.]
- Where are we gonna go? We don't have any money, remember? Enough with the âwe.
â Y-you messed this up.
Not âwe.
â I have a wife and a kid to take care of, and you don't.
I've been your family all your life, and now, what? I let Dad beat on me instead.
I got I got this so you wouldn't have to.
Good luck.
Once a Ringling Bros closed, a lot of the smaller ones folded, too.
But it turns out this was a huge family business, generations born and raised in this world.
It's dying off.
I don't really have anything to offer you.
Ok, well, look, think about their timeline.
They're wearing denim, they have made-up faces, smelling like horses.
What if it's less about wearing the masks as a forensic countermeasure and more about convenience? I mean, what if they just finished some kind of gig close by? They could be clowns at a rodeo.
Prentiss: Emily, have I complimented you as of late on your assertive yet loving way of pointing out paths I don't think to go down? Oh, wow.
There's a whole circuit.
Big deal things at civic centers, smaller ones, too.
There were a whole bunch last week in Colorado where our first victim was killed, and there's one scheduled tonight in Guymon.
I'm sending you the info now.
[Horse nickers.]
These rodeos can employ hundreds of people.
Yeah.
I hope this is our guys.
Can I help you? Yeah, uh, Agents Jareau and Simmons.
Well, everybody's legal here, ma'am.
Glad to hear.
We're wondering if you if you ever employed these men.
We think they may be related.
Well, they're brothers.
It's the Capilanos.
That one there got in a fight with one of my bull riders.
Tried to cut his face.
So they're banned from working here.
Yeah.
Bad luck follows them around.
I hear they got canned up in Colorado last week, but I'm not surprised with that one's temper.
Do you have any idea where we might be able to find them? All us owners, we talk, so their names are no good around here.
I'm sure they've moved on by now.
Excuse me.
I got a show to get ready.
Uh, just one more thing.
If they are blacklisted from the legitimate circuit, any chance they'd find work somewhere off the radar, like at a coleadero? A migrant rodeo.
They're unregulated.
Sure.
If those boys are desperate enough, they can work.
Any idea where we could find one? Well, they keep moving their spots.
They don't want the cops to catch 'em.
All right, well, thanks for your help.
Uh, hey.
Don't tell them I sent you.
We won't.
Ma'am.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, my god.
Do you remember this? The day we found out we were pregnant.
Ha ha.
I just wish he could grow up like we did The magic of the big top.
You know? I know, but it's gone.
I think it's time that we dreamed a new dream.
This is all I know.
No, you've got so many other skills that'll transfer to work, and and I'm a good acrobat.
I could teach gymnastics down in Florida, and we'd find something there for you, too.
This is where you guys have been going? This and others like it.
I haven't been back to this one since Sal got us kicked out.
Are you sure this is safe? Yeah, I'll be careful.
I know the boss.
I can make 50 bucks, get us another 300 miles closer to Florida.
Ok.
Ok.
[Country-Western music playing.]
Man: there is no moon, just a dark sky that fits right in my room of broken dreams, a troubled mind Hey, Lenny.
Your bastard brother with you? No, I'm done with him.
Good.
I need a gig.
Full up.
Anything.
My wife and kid are in the van.
We need gas money.
It's the last time I'll be here.
I'll take whatever y-you can spare.
All right.
I'll find you something.
Thank you.
Let's go.
[Man talking indistinctly.]
[Banging.]
Get out of my van.
You're hurting me.
Stop! Oww! This is all your fault! Shut up.
Mikey's sleeping.
You took Tony away from me.
Wow.
Are you drunk? The Capilano brothers! Tony has a family.
So it's not all about you anymore.
Let go of me! [Gasps.]
Mama? Hey, buddy.
Hey, I'm just looking for your old man.
Go back to sleep, ok? All right, we're looking at a dozen possibilities here.
We need help.
Well, we're headed south, so we should only consider ranches in that direction.
Garcia: I wish there was a paper trail for stuff like this.
It's like the fight club of rodeos.
They're all like, the first rule of underground rodeos Don't talk about underground rodeo.
Exactly.
The unsub's last target was about 20 miles out of town, so they couldn't have gone far.
Ok, I've got two ranches just south of there.
Sending you GPS pins now.
Thanks.
Prentiss: As expected, Sal and Tony Capilano have only known the circus life.
After a slow death of the circus, they lost their jobs for good a few months ago.
If it was all they knew, losing their work was like losing their identity.
Added up to one hell of a stressor.
As if they needed any more, it's just like we thought.
Dad was an abusive drunk who killed their mom, then abandoned them.
They were raised by their work family after that.
They were orphans, just like their victims' kids.
Their circus was never thriving but held to traditions.
Tony was a beloved clown a la the classic 1950s, but Sal Capilano never wanted that life.
He was a daredevil, wanted to be like his dad.
Sal's daredevil outlet dries up, but he's still chasing that adrenaline rush.
After they were fired, he started killing surrogates for their father.
[Operatic voice.]
you should see the other guy What did you do? Ohh.
What, are you worried now? Didn't seem to care much when you just left me behind, Diana and I.
She's not even family! She's my wife.
My family.
What am I? You're drunk.
I'm gettin' on the bull.
No, don't do that.
Come on, not again.
You're not good at it.
Unlike you, I don't give up.
See, I told Lenny, I said, my kid brother and his family abandoned me after all I did for them! I'm getting in there 'cause I need the money.
So do I.
Lenny: Told told you never to come back here, Sal.
See, that's not gonna happen.
All right, you can give me my money the honest way, or I can take it from you, Lenny.
[Gunshot.]
[Lenny screaming.]
Ha ha ha! Put it down, Sal.
See, that ain't gonna happen.
You know he's got at least a couple grand in his safe.
He needs help.
Yeah, right.
Come with me.
What are you gonna do? You gonna call the cops? Well, how you gonna explain it, Tone? I'm gonna tell them what you did.
[Laughs.]
They would put you away, too.
All right, go ahead.
You go ahead.
You keep making 50 bucks every couple of days so you can barely survive.
You think that wife of yours is gonna stay with you? Ha ha ha! She won't! Hell, you could make way more than 50 a day if you just rent her out to all the guys.
[Grunting.]
[Laughing.]
Sal Capilano, FBI! Hands where we can see them! Put the gun down! Oh Uh-uh, Tony, no, no.
You don't want to do this.
He killed so many people.
JJ: That was his choice.
Now, you have one, too, right now.
Don't do this.
Go ahead, Tone.
You ain't got the g-g-g-g-g-g-guts.
[Cocks gun.]
Ha ha.
Oh JJ: Don't be like him or your father.
You're a dad now, Tony.
Your son is waiting for you, and your wife.
Tony, she's so worried.
Don't you want to see them? [Laughing.]
[High-pitched laughing.]
Sal Capilano, you're charged with the murders of Sam Franklin get up Mark Wilson [Laughing.]
Bella and John Richardson.
You have the right to remain silent.
[Laughing.]
[Continues laughing.]
Do you want to color? Sure.
What's your name? Dylan.
What's yours? Mikey.
How long is Tony gonna be away? Depends.
Ok.
Oh.
This, with Mikey, you know, these past 7 years have gone by so fast.
And even if Tony's gone only a year, it's gonna seem like a lifetime.
You know, Tony wouldn't hurt anyone, and he didn't.
It was all Sal.
His entire life Sal has caused trouble, and now Tony's gonna get punished, too.
Hey.
Tony wants to talk to you and Mikey.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, Mikey, buddy.
Bye, Dylan.
Bye.
Hey.
I'm so sorry, buddy.
I gotta go away for a little while, but you and your mom are gonna go have fun in Florida.
No, we're gonna stay right here or wherever you go.
It's just gonna hold you back.
What are you saying? I could do 5, 10 years for this, maybe more.
He'll be in high school by then.
And I don't want him to see me like this again.
[Crying.]
You just make sure that he doesn't forget me.
- Ok? - No.
[Blowing.]
Hey! That's it, buddy.
You got this.
[Laughing and crying.]
I'm so proud of you.
There he is.
I made this for you.
Thanks.
He's on an adventure to find his family in the forest.
Mikey: How much farther does he have to go? Dylan: He doesn't know.
Reid: Christopher Marlowe said, âit lies not in our power to love or hate.
For will in us is overruled by fate.
â
[Slow country-Western song playing.]
[Man singing indistinctly.]
but you would have found that you are on my mind [Radio shuts off.]
[Door opens.]
[Door latch clicks.]
Ooh [Shoes thump on floor.]
There you go.
[Kiss.]
[Click.]
[High-pitched sound.]
[Running footsteps.]
[Brushing teeth.]
[Spitting.]
[Swishing water in mouth, spitting.]
[Click.]
[Sighs.]
[Click.]
[Kiss.]
[Exhales.]
[High-pitched noise.]
Reid: âMasks are wonderfully paradoxical in this way.
âWhile they may hide the physical reality, they can show us how a person wants to be seen.
â Joanna Scott.
Ok, ok.
And by ok, I mean the abbreviation of the great state of Oklahoma, 'cause everything I'm gonna say now is not ok.
The unsub we are looking for killed last week in Colorado and then again last night in Oklahoma.
Rossi: Big mistake.
Crossing state lines gives us jurisdiction.
Attacking in two states is ambitious.
Maybe he's a truck driver or has other work in the area? I can check the highway serial killer database.
Prentiss: So our latest victim, Mark Wilson, 35, was beaten to death in his home, like our first victim, Sam Franklin.
They were both hard-working Midwestern men.
Both homes were robbed, and you know that super-sensitive side of your mouth part here? On both of them, it was cut.
Are they smiling? How did he do that? That's awful.
Lewis: This wasn't about inflicting more pain.
I mean, they were already dead.
He was compelled to do this.
Alvez: He's got a type.
Strong married men with kids.
It could be a surrogate.
He's got patricidal tendencies, shows power-assertive behavior.
At first glance, he feels like a family annihilator attacking the home, but he's not killing the whole family.
And he chooses to destroy the heads of household without an audience.
There could be some mercy in him after all.
Garcia: Well, that might be true with Sam Franklin, but with Mark Wilson, his 7-year-old son Dylan saw the whole thing.
Oh, no.
Is he talking? Well, he was, but not anymore.
It's unclear what he saw, but he says his dad was killed by a clown.
JJ: Maybe the unsub wore a disguise.
Or he's projecting something he fears.
There's a word, even though it's not recognized by any dictionary or psychology manual, for the excessive fear of clowns coulrophobia.
Prentiss: Well, whatever he saw, we need to find out if it was real or perceived.
Wheels up in 20.
I got officers searching pawn shops in the area but came up empty.
Sorry if you got a few stares.
Last time the feds were here was when they caught McVeigh.
We got you set up over here.
Prentiss: Thank you.
Yeah, I saw what this psycho did to the vic's mouth.
I figured it wasn't his first time.
So that's when I ran it through ViCAP, and it was time to call you.
Are you the one who responded to the Wilson residence? Yeah.
And, of course, I found Dylan Wilson hiding in his bedroom.
He called 911? Yeah, but not until the sun came up.
I'm sure he was too afraid to make a sound.
Time of death was midnight.
He was in that house with his dead father for hours.
No wonder he isn't talking.
Woman, on P.
A.
: Outpatient pharmacy, dial 621.
Outpatient pharmacy, dial 621.
Hi.
Mrs.
Wilson, we're Agents Reid and Simmons from Quantico.
Hi.
We're so sorry for your loss.
Before he stopped talking, he said he wish he'd called for help sooner.
Irrational guilt, especially for a child, is common after a traumatic event.
Is he gonna talk again? The doctors here can't tell me.
Most likely, but what he's doing is called disassociating.
It's a psychological form of self-protection.
You mind if I talk to him? Please.
Hi, Dylan.
My name's Spencer.
I'm really sorry about what happened to your dad.
I can't imagine how scary that must have been.
I heard who you saw, and I was hoping Maybe you could draw me a picture? [Loud banging.]
[Glass breaking.]
[Thud.]
- [Crash.]
- Clown: Unh! Uhh! [Pencil scratching paper.]
So he parked in front of the house instead of the garage.
If he was carrying a sleeping Dylan, it would have been the fastest way inside.
That's why he missed the jimmied lock on the garage door.
Unsub's hitting secluded houses.
Mark's entry would have interrupted the robbery.
So he would have put Dylan in his bed and then he would have gone to sleep himself.
Which makes sense, since the struggle started in the master bedroom.
But it ended in the living room.
He probably tried to get the violence as far away from Dylan as he could.
Just like that first kill in Colorado, he found his murder weapon on the scene.
So this guy's organized, and yet he is improvising.
Well, he hasn't established a pattern 'cause he's just getting started.
Well, if Dylan saw him, chances are he saw Dylan, too, and chose to let him live.
Well, maybe he has boundaries when it comes to hurting children.
Oy, I got nada on the highway database, FYI.
But the other task of finding additional robberies in those two states, bingo-go-go.
I got 3 robberies additionally in Colorado that are linked by a bizarre smiley face carved into the doors.
Strange his signature would evolve from carving wood to cutting faces.
Homeowners weren't there? Garcia: Hence no homicides.
They're also in equally hard-to-find spots.
I'm sending you the towns now.
Rossi: The houses are all far off from the interstate.
Garcia: He must have scouted them before he burgled them, right? Not necessarily.
They could be targets of opportunity.
Dark street, dark house.
Well, something triggered him between his last robbery and his first murder.
Maybe he's got a connection to these towns.
[Gear shifter clicks.]
[Keys jingling.]
[Pencil scratching paper.]
Thank you, Dylan.
This is really helpful.
I'm going to show it to my friend, ok? Alvez: Looks like a simple plan.
First hit houses in small towns and keep moving.
Not too bright to leave a calling card announcing how many houses they've robbed.
Well, the unsub didn't start out looking for blood on his hands, so what changed him? Prentiss: We should focus on his first kill.
Sam Franklin from Campo, Colorado.
Worked in a warehouse, he had a weekend shift while his family was in Denver.
Any speculation as to what he was doing the night he was killed? Well, his wife claims that he called her on his way home from work.
It was about midnight.
He told her he was almost T-boned, and the driver lost his mind on him.
She said he was a bit shaken, which wasn't like him.
Did he say a clown was driving? He did not.
Which is the first thing you would say if that's what you saw.
Ok, so do we think a chance encounter led to murder? Maybe.
Aggravated lethal road rage mentality fits our unsub's profile.
Lewis: What about Mark Wilson? The house was already broken into when he got home.
Alvez: Yeah, it looks like the unsub's moving south along small state roads.
JJ: Given the accelerated timeline, his need to leave a signature behind, it feels like he's on a mission.
Wow! He's not compartmentalizing at all.
Not at all.
Reid, over phone: Dylan definitely saw a clown.
The level of detail in the costume suggests something precise, which makes me feel like the face would most likely be hand-painted versus some kind of mass-distributed mask.
Makes sense, since the M.
E.
found greasepaint under the latest victim's nails.
This is such a specific disguise.
This unsub must have an obsession.
Alvez: It says a lot that he went into Mark Wilson's house with this makeup on him.
I mean, it's like an alter-ego.
That disguise could be helping him find confidence.
Won't be surprised if he starts a spree.
Man: You keep up that winning streak, and they're gonna want all of us on the team.
Woman: Ha ha! Scoot into bed.
I will let you snooze another 10 in the morning.
Off you go.
Oh, way too late for a school night.
I know, but they'll survive.
I'll tell you what You may not be tired, but I am wiped.
I'm going to bed.
Good night, sweetheart.
Good night, honey.
Police radio: Unit 12, unit 12.
JJ: He killed both parents this time.
Well, Mom must have tried to stop it and became collateral damage.
Simmons: Well, thankfully the kids didn't witness any of that, but since nobody saw anything, we don't know if he was wearing a disguise this time.
And just like Mark Wilson's house, he was here when they got home.
So I don't know if he's hunting them beforehand or just getting lucky that they're family men.
An accidental annihilator leaving a wake of orphans behind.
This is the second time he spared their lives when he clearly didn't need to.
Still, he's punishing them, making their worst fears come true.
Maybe he has his own abandonment issues or I don't know, maybe we're missing something here.
If he had a submissive partner, then they could be the influence in keeping the kids alive.
So he kills strong male figures to prove his dominance? But that's not enough, so he feels compelled to cut their mouths.
He wants to make sure he leaves them with a permanent scar.
So maybe he grew up abused.
He could even have the same scar.
And if that trauma happened while his love map was forming, he would think that's the only way to gain dominance.
Chief: A neighbor witnessed a guy dressed as a clown running out of the house and jumping in a van.
Thing is, there was another guy driving.
Thanks.
Police radio: We blocked off 412 Man: Pull forward, please! [Vehicle approaches.]
[Brakes squeal.]
Man: Oh, no.
What are we gonna do? They got a roadblock.
We're totally screwed.
Second man: Ah, what kind of negative crap is that? We're challenged.
I told you, we should have finished our night and gone back.
Why'd you have to break in again at night? I got wound up.
Plus I heard a guy talking about that spot.
[Bag jingling.]
It paid off, didn't it? Doing this two nights in a row is crazy.
Don't call me that.
I'm sorry, but You just can't get so greedy.
We are not gonna get caught.
What the hell is that, blood? You said nobody got hurt.
Guy was popping off at the mouth.
I had to shut him up.
In, out, on our way.
That was the deal.
No fighting.
Yeah, well, you're too weak to be in there with me, aren't you? Gotta do what I gotta do.
Now turn the van around and let's go.
[Engine starts.]
What are those? Hoping to find one that looks like Dylan's drawing.
Are those clown faces painted on eggs? The tradition was started after World War II by a London circus clown called Stan Bult.
He wanted all professional clowns to be able to copyright their costumes and makeup designs.
There's over 300 of them on display in the English village of Wookey Hole.
I hope they help.
Thank you for staying.
He seems better with you here.
I'm just glad he's finally resting.
Mmm.
I don't know how we're gonna get through this.
I mean, just knowing what he saw.
[Sighs.]
I wish I could trade places with him, but I don't know How I'm gonna get him through this.
After something traumatic happens, I don't know about you, but I find that there's always that Little moment right when you wake up in the morning when everything's good, because your mind has temporarily forgotten the bad stuff.
You ever have that? After my dad died, yeah.
I feel like our conscious and subconscious make some sort of secret pact to let us have a split-second of peace.
You had that a lot? When that relief happens, I try to hold onto it.
You just have to figure out a way to help Dylan do that.
How? Let him know that he's not alone and that his healing is just gonna take time.
When he's ready to talk, he will.
Prentiss: Physical and behavioral evidence points to a dominant power-assertive male robbing and killing, but we also believe there is a submissive partner who drives the getaway vehicle.
We're looking for two men in their 30s driving a van.
Alvez: The dominant partner likes to kill with his bare hands, and his signature is cutting his victims postmortem.
Chief: Any chance the submissive doesn't know what the dominant's doing? Absolutely.
It's common for criminal partners to keep secrets from one another.
The kids seem to be a complex part of this puzzle.
The dominant's working alone in the kills, choosing not to physically harm the children.
It could be the submissive's influence.
There might be a child in their lives or unresolved issues from their own childhoods.
And we can't ignore the elephant in the room.
More than one eyewitness has talked about a clown disguise.
Now, that could be a forensic countermeasure, but choosing it tells us about him.
When unsubs wear masks, or in this case, paint them on, it is a predictor for antisocial behavior.
We call this deindividuation.
It allows the offender to be anonymous and act their worst.
We only know the dominant has painted his face, most likely because he hates his own.
- Chief.
- Prentiss: He could have a facial disfigurement or a speech impediment, something he can't control that frustrates him.
Two men matching the witnesses' description have just been spotted.
Chief? [Whispering.]
Ok, go over it.
You'll throw me over 'cause I'm little, and I'll get stuck alone 'cause you fatsos won't make it.
Then I'm gonna be the one who's dead.
Shut up and do it.
Idiots, follow me.
Hold it for me.
Thanks.
Beans, I'm gonna close it on you.
Hurry up, beans.
Let's go.
Beans: I was here for my great-aunt Mattieâs funeral.
The crank broke, and the casket fell to the ground.
And my brother said that when the lid popped open, her body was all like Shh.
Look.
[Screaming.]
Run! [All screaming.]
Simmons: FBI! Hands where we can see them! Hands up, clown.
They took all my stuff.
Oh, you'll get it back.
But you're gonna be here for a while.
So this isn't your only trespassing charge.
I gotta ask, why did you do it? I'm a telemarketer.
I clock in, clock out, and all day make calls to people who either reject me or are too lonely to hang up.
Dressing up gets you attention.
When I go out dressed like this I make a difference in someone's night.
My buddy and I, we go together so it's double the scare.
And you know what? Those kids tonight They'll remember me.
[Sighs.]
We have a man who is dressing up like a clown and killing people.
He's clearly a very sick man.
Mm-hmm.
All we have to go by is this kid's drawing of who he saw.
My partner thinks it's a twist on a character clown from the 1950s.
You ever seen him? No, I'd remember a guy like that.
[Blowing.]
[Balloon squeaking.]
They closed the road and the gig went late is why I didn't make it home last night.
Where did you stay? In the van.
So do you really think you've made enough for us to, you know, call it a day and head south? Yeah.
I'm ready for the Florida sun.
How about you? My parents called.
They said they found us a little trailer, under 500 a month.
Great school for Mikey.
Well, we got enough for the first couple months, until we find a new gig.
[Chuckles.]
[Disguised voice.]
Hiya, monkey.
He is magic.
Mikey: Can I try one? Pick a color, any color.
Mm-hmm.
Mm Green.
Give it a big blow, ok? [Both take deep breath.]
[Blowing, squeaking sound.]
You should stretch it out.
I should have had you stretch it.
Give it a big stretch.
[Makes stretching sound.]
[Makes stretching sound.]
Yeah, like that.
[Music on TV.]
Man: We interrupt our current programming with breaking news.
Woman: This is the second home invasion in Guymon.
Each time the children were home to find their parents dead.
Oh, that is awful! Hey, that was in Guymon.
Maybe that's why the roads were closed.
You ok, babe? I think it was just the sandwich.
I need some air.
[Blowing.]
Tone! You killed those people? When that guy came home with his sleeping kid, you said that you tied him up and that was it.
And the family last night? [Exhales.]
How many? Huh? 4.
4.
What the hell is the matter with you? Just listen to me for a second.
Just Listen.
I'm sorry.
Give me my half.
Right now.
Here's the thing.
After work and pawn shops, we had about 3,200.
3,800.
Yeah.
So I had a lead.
Oh, god, we should be riding high right now, but don't worry, we're gonna get it all back.
You lost it? Gambling? We've been at this for weeks.
You lost it? I got a plan, Tone.
Do you remember the ranch owner from the other night, the big guy with the shiny convertible? I'm not driving you to kill anybody.
I won't hurt anybody ever again, ok? We need to get our money back.
And this guy, he's loaded.
He's not even gonna miss it.
You want to get Mikey down to Florida, right? Then what choice is there in this, man? Woman, on P.
A.
: Charge nurse on duty to CCU.
Charge nurse on duty to CCU.
Hi, Dylan.
That picture you drew really helped us a lot.
Is there anything else you remember about him? Did he say anything to you? He was wearing a shirt like that.
Like like like denim? Yeah.
He also smelled like horses.
Oh, baby.
[Kiss.]
Ohh I should just wait in the car.
Hey.
We'll get twice as much with you helping me.
And nobody gets hurt.
I already promised.
See? Nobody's even home.
Ha ha ha! Welcome to the big leagues, Tony Capilano! [Cocks shotgun.]
[Grunts.]
[Shotgun blast.]
Simmons: The owner is in critical condition, took a gunshot wound to the shoulder.
Now, it looks like they fought, but the unsubs got scared off.
Rossi, over phone: Nothing stolen? No, no.
They didn't make it past the threshold.
Prentiss: You said there was some kind of security.
Yeah.
I'm working on getting that footage now.
Call you back.
These guys have remained low-tech so far.
They haven't chosen houses with security systems.
JJ: Choosing this house, especially in the daylight, it's a risk.
They're in a hurry.
Maybe they're finally getting out of town and they're sloppy about it.
Then they'll be more haphazard now that we'll have images of them.
- [Cell phone rings.]
- Hey, Spence.
Great news.
Dylan is talking and he's remembering more details.
He said the unsub was wearing denim and smelled like horses.
That's specific.
Reid: If I brought him in to the station, I think it might help with his healing.
That's a great idea.
Hey, hold on.
Luke just walked in.
So, the M.
E.
confirmed that the grease under the victim's fingernails is a professional-grade stage makeup.
Rossi: Doesn't seem like that would be easy to find.
So they're not amateurs.
Well, psychologically, most clowns believe it's not just a job, it's who they are.
That's a problem, considering circuses are going out of business.
All right, Matt just sent over the security footage.
Spence, I'll forward it to you.
See, now, faced with a surprise, these guys are incredibly unsophisticated.
And no surprise the submissive's instinct is flight, the dominant's is fight.
If they grew up in this clown culture, these could be the roles they've always played.
So maybe they haven't left the area because they found some kind of circus work here.
Prentiss: Hey, Garcia? Little boy is talking again? Thank the stars.
Yes.
He's made some progress.
So have we.
Can you cross the geo-profiles from the initial crimes in Colorado and Oklahoma, see if any traveling circuses or carnivals went through those towns? I love a carnival.
If it wasn't for the whole nefarious people are probably working there, this would be a most enjoyable search.
Nefarious ruins everything.
I'll hit you back.
Man: W-why'd you have to shoot him? Our faces are gonna be all over the news.
We gotta get out of here! - [Keys jingling.]
- Where are we gonna go? We don't have any money, remember? Enough with the âwe.
â Y-you messed this up.
Not âwe.
â I have a wife and a kid to take care of, and you don't.
I've been your family all your life, and now, what? I let Dad beat on me instead.
I got I got this so you wouldn't have to.
Good luck.
Once a Ringling Bros closed, a lot of the smaller ones folded, too.
But it turns out this was a huge family business, generations born and raised in this world.
It's dying off.
I don't really have anything to offer you.
Ok, well, look, think about their timeline.
They're wearing denim, they have made-up faces, smelling like horses.
What if it's less about wearing the masks as a forensic countermeasure and more about convenience? I mean, what if they just finished some kind of gig close by? They could be clowns at a rodeo.
Prentiss: Emily, have I complimented you as of late on your assertive yet loving way of pointing out paths I don't think to go down? Oh, wow.
There's a whole circuit.
Big deal things at civic centers, smaller ones, too.
There were a whole bunch last week in Colorado where our first victim was killed, and there's one scheduled tonight in Guymon.
I'm sending you the info now.
[Horse nickers.]
These rodeos can employ hundreds of people.
Yeah.
I hope this is our guys.
Can I help you? Yeah, uh, Agents Jareau and Simmons.
Well, everybody's legal here, ma'am.
Glad to hear.
We're wondering if you if you ever employed these men.
We think they may be related.
Well, they're brothers.
It's the Capilanos.
That one there got in a fight with one of my bull riders.
Tried to cut his face.
So they're banned from working here.
Yeah.
Bad luck follows them around.
I hear they got canned up in Colorado last week, but I'm not surprised with that one's temper.
Do you have any idea where we might be able to find them? All us owners, we talk, so their names are no good around here.
I'm sure they've moved on by now.
Excuse me.
I got a show to get ready.
Uh, just one more thing.
If they are blacklisted from the legitimate circuit, any chance they'd find work somewhere off the radar, like at a coleadero? A migrant rodeo.
They're unregulated.
Sure.
If those boys are desperate enough, they can work.
Any idea where we could find one? Well, they keep moving their spots.
They don't want the cops to catch 'em.
All right, well, thanks for your help.
Uh, hey.
Don't tell them I sent you.
We won't.
Ma'am.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, my god.
Do you remember this? The day we found out we were pregnant.
Ha ha.
I just wish he could grow up like we did The magic of the big top.
You know? I know, but it's gone.
I think it's time that we dreamed a new dream.
This is all I know.
No, you've got so many other skills that'll transfer to work, and and I'm a good acrobat.
I could teach gymnastics down in Florida, and we'd find something there for you, too.
This is where you guys have been going? This and others like it.
I haven't been back to this one since Sal got us kicked out.
Are you sure this is safe? Yeah, I'll be careful.
I know the boss.
I can make 50 bucks, get us another 300 miles closer to Florida.
Ok.
Ok.
[Country-Western music playing.]
Man: there is no moon, just a dark sky that fits right in my room of broken dreams, a troubled mind Hey, Lenny.
Your bastard brother with you? No, I'm done with him.
Good.
I need a gig.
Full up.
Anything.
My wife and kid are in the van.
We need gas money.
It's the last time I'll be here.
I'll take whatever y-you can spare.
All right.
I'll find you something.
Thank you.
Let's go.
[Man talking indistinctly.]
[Banging.]
Get out of my van.
You're hurting me.
Stop! Oww! This is all your fault! Shut up.
Mikey's sleeping.
You took Tony away from me.
Wow.
Are you drunk? The Capilano brothers! Tony has a family.
So it's not all about you anymore.
Let go of me! [Gasps.]
Mama? Hey, buddy.
Hey, I'm just looking for your old man.
Go back to sleep, ok? All right, we're looking at a dozen possibilities here.
We need help.
Well, we're headed south, so we should only consider ranches in that direction.
Garcia: I wish there was a paper trail for stuff like this.
It's like the fight club of rodeos.
They're all like, the first rule of underground rodeos Don't talk about underground rodeo.
Exactly.
The unsub's last target was about 20 miles out of town, so they couldn't have gone far.
Ok, I've got two ranches just south of there.
Sending you GPS pins now.
Thanks.
Prentiss: As expected, Sal and Tony Capilano have only known the circus life.
After a slow death of the circus, they lost their jobs for good a few months ago.
If it was all they knew, losing their work was like losing their identity.
Added up to one hell of a stressor.
As if they needed any more, it's just like we thought.
Dad was an abusive drunk who killed their mom, then abandoned them.
They were raised by their work family after that.
They were orphans, just like their victims' kids.
Their circus was never thriving but held to traditions.
Tony was a beloved clown a la the classic 1950s, but Sal Capilano never wanted that life.
He was a daredevil, wanted to be like his dad.
Sal's daredevil outlet dries up, but he's still chasing that adrenaline rush.
After they were fired, he started killing surrogates for their father.
[Operatic voice.]
you should see the other guy What did you do? Ohh.
What, are you worried now? Didn't seem to care much when you just left me behind, Diana and I.
She's not even family! She's my wife.
My family.
What am I? You're drunk.
I'm gettin' on the bull.
No, don't do that.
Come on, not again.
You're not good at it.
Unlike you, I don't give up.
See, I told Lenny, I said, my kid brother and his family abandoned me after all I did for them! I'm getting in there 'cause I need the money.
So do I.
Lenny: Told told you never to come back here, Sal.
See, that's not gonna happen.
All right, you can give me my money the honest way, or I can take it from you, Lenny.
[Gunshot.]
[Lenny screaming.]
Ha ha ha! Put it down, Sal.
See, that ain't gonna happen.
You know he's got at least a couple grand in his safe.
He needs help.
Yeah, right.
Come with me.
What are you gonna do? You gonna call the cops? Well, how you gonna explain it, Tone? I'm gonna tell them what you did.
[Laughs.]
They would put you away, too.
All right, go ahead.
You go ahead.
You keep making 50 bucks every couple of days so you can barely survive.
You think that wife of yours is gonna stay with you? Ha ha ha! She won't! Hell, you could make way more than 50 a day if you just rent her out to all the guys.
[Grunting.]
[Laughing.]
Sal Capilano, FBI! Hands where we can see them! Put the gun down! Oh Uh-uh, Tony, no, no.
You don't want to do this.
He killed so many people.
JJ: That was his choice.
Now, you have one, too, right now.
Don't do this.
Go ahead, Tone.
You ain't got the g-g-g-g-g-g-guts.
[Cocks gun.]
Ha ha.
Oh JJ: Don't be like him or your father.
You're a dad now, Tony.
Your son is waiting for you, and your wife.
Tony, she's so worried.
Don't you want to see them? [Laughing.]
[High-pitched laughing.]
Sal Capilano, you're charged with the murders of Sam Franklin get up Mark Wilson [Laughing.]
Bella and John Richardson.
You have the right to remain silent.
[Laughing.]
[Continues laughing.]
Do you want to color? Sure.
What's your name? Dylan.
What's yours? Mikey.
How long is Tony gonna be away? Depends.
Ok.
Oh.
This, with Mikey, you know, these past 7 years have gone by so fast.
And even if Tony's gone only a year, it's gonna seem like a lifetime.
You know, Tony wouldn't hurt anyone, and he didn't.
It was all Sal.
His entire life Sal has caused trouble, and now Tony's gonna get punished, too.
Hey.
Tony wants to talk to you and Mikey.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, Mikey, buddy.
Bye, Dylan.
Bye.
Hey.
I'm so sorry, buddy.
I gotta go away for a little while, but you and your mom are gonna go have fun in Florida.
No, we're gonna stay right here or wherever you go.
It's just gonna hold you back.
What are you saying? I could do 5, 10 years for this, maybe more.
He'll be in high school by then.
And I don't want him to see me like this again.
[Crying.]
You just make sure that he doesn't forget me.
- Ok? - No.
[Blowing.]
Hey! That's it, buddy.
You got this.
[Laughing and crying.]
I'm so proud of you.
There he is.
I made this for you.
Thanks.
He's on an adventure to find his family in the forest.
Mikey: How much farther does he have to go? Dylan: He doesn't know.
Reid: Christopher Marlowe said, âit lies not in our power to love or hate.
For will in us is overruled by fate.
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