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Good morning.
Oh. Hey. Morning.
Everyone's gathered. We're all ready if you are.
Yeah, let's do it.
You need that?
Oh. Hey, uh,
listen, Aaron...
Thanks for letting me set this up.
But the whole team really didn't need to be here.
I'm the one that owed the favor.
Everyone insisted.
How you doing?
Sorry...what?
You ok?
Oh, yeah, yeah. No, I'm great.
I'm good. Uh...
I'll meet you over there in a minute, ok?
It's rare that an undergraduate criminology class
gets guest speakers of this caliber.
But today we're specially fortunate.
I'd like to welcome an old friend,
esteemed author and FBI Agent David Rossi,
and his team, the Behavioral Analysis Unit.
Now, they've agreed to spend an hour of their valuable time
talking about what they do and how they do it.
So let's make them feel welcome.
Thank you, Dr. Grant.
Now, when she said I was an old friend,
she was just referring to the fact
that we've known each other for a very long time.
Now, as the good Professor said,
I am supervisory Special Agent Rossi.
These are SSAs Jareau,
Prentiss,
Hotchner, and Morgan.
This is Dr. Spencer Reid.
And on keyboards today we have our technical analyst
Ms. Penelope Garcia.
Hi.
Now, in simple terms,
at the BAU we use behavioral science,
research, casework, and training
to hunt down monsters.
Rapists, terrorists,
pedophiles,
and our specialty,
serial killers.
Does anybody here know exactly what a serial killer is?
Someone who's committed more than one murder.
That's very good.
By statute, 3 is the magic number.
And it's actually more qualitative than quantitative for us.
And today we're going to talk about how some
serial killers get made.
Because if you can understand that,
then you can figure out a way to catch them.
Garcia.
My liege.
Ok, this is Rachel Moore,
a 17-year-old runaway from Spokane, Washington.
Now, she grew up poor and in a broken home.
Her mom left her dad because he liked to drink and beat on her.
And this is Tina Dyson,
a 19-year-old college student from Seattle.
Now, she was a trust fund kid,
and she got straight As and came from a loving family.
Now, these two girls couldn't be any more different.
But the one thing that they had in common
is they both crossed paths with the most prolific serial killer
the BAU has ever seen.
One thing you should understand is that no two killers are the same.
They each occupy their own point on the behavioral spectrum.
Genetics, brain chemistry, psychology, and environment
are all factors.
But we believe that this particular killer
grew up in an environment so adverse
that he never had a chance.
Bastard!
He endured years of cruel and abject physical abuse.
As well as horribly profound psychological abuse.
No. No!
When he wasn't being ignored, he was being humiliated.
Let me in!
Let me in! Let me in! Please!
Now let me be clear.
Most abused kids do not turn into killers.
Not even all psychopaths become killers.
But this particular unknown subject,
or unsub,
suffered extreme abuse,
and it has everything to do with why he does what he does.
Now, these are some of his victims.
He kidnapped them, he restrained them,
and he starved them for days.
Then he killed them by mutilating their reproductive organs.
Right now we know there are at least 40 of them.
But we believe that he may eventually claim over 100 victims.
Now, we chose this case for today
because we've been discovering bodies
up and down the West Coast since 1992.
For lack of a better word,
it's a classic.
This unsub's entire childhood
was a crucible,
and in it, a psychotic killer was forged.
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The philosopher Voltaire wrote,
"to the living we owe respect, but to the dead
we owe only the truth."
The dead are the cornerstone of every homicide investigation.
Victims give us a look into the killer's mind.
If you want to know about a hunter,
study his prey.
Ok, so the unsub's first victims
were discovered two weeks apart
in 1992 in Seattle.
The first victim that was found was Rachel Moore.
She was the runaway.
Her body had been thrown into a dumpster in an alley.
The medical examiner said that she was very malnourished
and really dehydrated.
The ligature marks on her wrists and ankles
made it apparent that she'd been restrained for days.
He held her, but he didn't feed her.
So she's weak.
It's his sadistic way to subdue her.
Several defensive wounds on her hands and forearms.
She put up a hell of a fight.
That a girl.
53 stab wounds to the lower abdomen and genitals.
The damage made it impossible to determine
if there was any sexual assault.
That might be a forensic countermeasure.
Here's my report.
Stay as long as you need.
Her mother should be here in an hour.
A hell of a way to see her after 2 years.
53 stab wounds. That's a lot of work.
Does anyone want to tell me what they think that means?
Hatred?
Frustration.
He's angry.
You're all correct. It's called overkill.
Typically it means the murder was personal somehow.
That, or the unsub is psychotic
and/or prone to violent outbursts.
The overkill may also show his inexperience.
This was probably his first kill,
and he was feeling his way through it, working out his M.O.
But there's a lot about Rachel that tells us about the unsub.
She was young, so most likely he was, too.
What makes you think that?
She lived in a shelter and had a part-time job,
so she was a street kid,
but not necessarily the reckless type.
She wouldn't just go off with anyone.
Yeah, Warden, it's Rossi.
What?
Riot?
W-w-w-wait.
Look, he's not gonna give me a rain check.
I have to see him today.
So the unsub maybe lured her with a ruse
or he blitz attacked her, he took her by surprise.
Now, either one of these would be easier if you were young.
You can tell all that from just one victim?
I'd say it was two weeks later when we found the second victim
that we started to piece that together.
Tina Dyson was home for the summer when she disappeared.
Her body was found in a shallow grave just outside of Seattle.
But it was actually her abduction site
that gave us the answers we needed.
Tina and two of her friends had fake I.D.s
and they decided to go to a local grunge bar.
But they drank too much and Tina got sick,
so while one friend was inside dancing,
the other went out to hold Tina's hair.
It's all right. Come on.
I'm gonna go get Janice, ok? We're going home.
Ohh...Good, yeah.
Ohh...Ohh...
You ok?
Yeah. Jeez, what are you, a ninja?
Where'd you come from?
So his anger is obviously directed at women.
Yes, but the real question is why,
and the why is what always leads us to the who.
I need to talk to you.
He was attacking their genitals and reproductive organs.
Why?
Was he impotent
and hates the thing that he can't have?
Did his wife or girlfriend abort a child?
It's a federal prison, Dave.
We can't just call them up and tell them what to do.
You have to know someone in justice who can pull some strings.
I've got to see him today, Aaron. You know that.
The possibilities are endless.
And the unsub was figuring it all out for himself, too.
We know that because he was evolving.
He started with a runaway, a victim with a high-risk lifestyle.
He probably knew that her abduction would go unreported.
Then he upped his game and grabbed a college girl,
which meant more risk for himself.
He dumped his first victim Rachel in an alley,
but he took the time to bury Tina,
which suggests he felt more connected to her
and perhaps he even felt remorse.
Did you ever catch this guy?
Uh, what's your name, young man?
David Zimmerman.
Don't interrupt, Zimmerman.
Now, we, uh, we knew we needed to warn the public,
so we contacted the media, papers, local news.
That was back before the Internet exploded.
And then, as will happen from time to time,
the case went completely cold.
We didn't hear from him again until 1997.
Two bodies were found in Golden Gate Park,
in San Francisco.
Same M.O.
Evidently our guy.
Excuse me, I'm looking for the case Agent.
That would be me. Agent Rossi, I'm Agent Hotchner,
Seattle division. We spoke on the phone.
Uh, I inherited the case from Agent Bidwell.
Thanks for coming so quickly.
Yeah, I hopped the first flight from Dulles.
Came straight from the airport.
With bad food. That's a long trip.
Let me show you what we found.
A jogger discovered the first body dumped in the bushes
about 30 yards over the road here.
The M.E. said that she'd been there almost a month.
Any critters get to her?
We had to use dental records to identify her. Watch your step.
So we did a search of the area
and we discovered the second body in this shallow grave.
She'd been here less than a week.
So, he dumped the first one and buried the second.
Just like he did in '92.
The first victim... was she a runaway?
25-year-old prostitute and crack addict.
The second?
A 27-year-old mother of two.
Both women had had their reproductive organs
completely removed.
Not just mangled. He's evolving.
Sounds like he's moving more toward ritual.
And apparently he's not locked into an age preference.
The victims seem to be aging along with him.
What about stomach contents?
The victims were dehydrated and hadn't eaten in days.
My guess is he hasn't been back in Seattle in a while.
What makes you say that?
He needs someplace private to hold them.
He might live close.
Dumping a body in a public park is risky.
It tells me that he's comfortable, settled in.
He might even have chosen this spot to be able to come
back and relive the kills.
You've done your homework, Agent.
5 years is a long time to be dormant.
He wasn't dormant.
A killer that vicious is like a drug addict
that needs a fix.
We were fairly certain that he had kept on killing.
We just hadn't found the bodies yet.
Now, we knew that back in '92
when the media went wide with the story,
our unsub got spooked and he disappeared.
So we tried to get in front of it,
meaning that if we could control the spread of information,
we might be able to keep the unsub from fleeing again.
But back then the BAU was still young.
We didn't have press liaisons or technical analysts.
By the time we contacted the media,
the story had already broken.
A symbol of the American west...
a lone coyote hunts for prey.
Agent Rossi, are you making any progress in the investigation?
Quite a bit, yes.
So do you have any solid leads?
Several.
Agent Rossi, can you confirm the rumors
that the Womb Raider disembowels his victims?
Excuse me?
Can you confirms the rumors that the womb...
Oh, I'll confirm something for you.
Womb Raider is a name that you gave him.
I won't glorify him. I call him a murderer.
Then exactly how is he killing them?
My only concern is capturing him
and bringing closure to the families of the victims.
No further questions.
"Womb Raider."
I hoped the nickname would embolden him.
Thought maybe he would escalate and trip on his own hubris.
But, um, that didn't happen.
Unfortunately, he vanished just like he'd done before
and the trail went cold again.
We did everything we could.
We had every division up and down the West Coast
scouring missing person reports.
A lot of possibilities, but no clear hits.
In the meantime, Agent Rossi retired,
but the BAU grew.
We trained more profilers,
hired tech analysts, press liaisons,
and we even got our own resident genius.
Thank you. Thank you.
Agent Rossi, why did you retire?
That's a good question.
Well, the simple answer is I needed a change.
I was working on my third divorce, and...
Third?
Yes, Zimmerman, my third.
So I needed a break, and I figured writing books
might help give me some peace of mind.
Did it? Give you peace of mind?
For a time, yes.
In 2005, we got another hit on the unsub,
this time in Los Angeles.
We knew it was him because of his signature.
Sorry, what's a signature?
It's a rare combination of M.O. and ritual
that allows us to link cases over time and geographic distances.
Her name was Lana Cooper. She was a 33-year-old prostitute.
Her body was found by a boy walking his dog in Griffith Park.
Ligature marks on her wrists and ankles. She was restrained.
And he gave her a complete hysterectomy.
The uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes, all removed.
A little crude, but he cut all the right ligaments.
He knew what he was doing.
What about her throat?
That was done postmortem. He cut out her vocal cords.
Might be a symbolic way of keeping her silent.
So she was alive when he performed the hysterectomy.
Anything in her stomach?
Dry as a bone. She hadn't eaten in days.
So he starved her, too.
That's a pretty specific M.O.
This probably isn't his first victim.
I wonder if we should be looking at doctors and medical students.
It's definitely not his first victim.
I don't think he's a doctor or a medical student.
No. Calling Gideon?
The first call I made was to Agent Rossi.
I knew he was writing his book,
but I didn't want to start to build a profile without him.
A profile is personality and identifying characteristics
of the unsub which helps the investigator narrow
down the suspect pool.
Basically it's a behavioral description
of the type of person we think the unsub might be.
It goes a little like this...
we were looking for a white male
in his early to mid-30s.
We think he was antisocial and had low self-esteem,
so he probably kept to himself.
But he needed money,
so he was most likely a day laborer, a janitor,
maybe a handyman.
Anything menial and temporary.
He was personable enough to get a job wherever he went,
but unassuming enough not to stick out.
He held and restrained his victims for days,
so he would need a contained space to do that.
But he was also mobile. That meant he had his own transport.
Most likely a truck or a van.
And when he was on the move and not settled,
he probably lived out of that vehicle.
We knew he always started with a victim
who lived a high-risk lifestyle,
like a prostitute or a runaway.
And then he moved on to a victim with a low-risk lifestyle.
So we knew his next kill would be something of
a soccer mom in her 30s.
I'm sorry, but what exactly was he doing with the organs
he was removing?
We didn't know. It could have been some sort of fetish.
Russian serial killer Andrei Chikatilo
actually ate the uterus of one of his victims.
Oh, my God, eew.
This focus on reproductive organs
could also indicate a deep-seated sense
of self-loathing.
He might have hated the fact that he was born.
Or he had some sort of traumatic life-changing event
associated with birth.
And he could have hated his own mother.
The strained mother-child relationship is a hallmark
for many killers.
That doesn't make any sense.
I hate myself or I hate my mother,
so I kill women by ripping out their wombs?
It only needs to make sense to him.
One man's logic is another man's crazy.
What's the deal with the vocal cords?
That was something new.
We thought it might have been symbolic of his own silence.
He was raised to believe he was worthless and unwanted,
so essentially he never had his own voice.
His victims became surrogates for his rage
and a means by which to exact his revenge.
We stayed in L.A. for 6 weeks and worked the case.
And then it went cold, again.
No low-risk soccer mom turned up,
no soccer moms went missing.
Then our resources were exhausted,
we had other cases, so we were forced to leave.
But I rented a house in the Hollywood Hills
and decided to finish my book out there.
I figured if I was close I could lend a hand
if something happened.
3 months I stayed and nothing.
Now, in the past he packed up and moved
when the story broke and we got too close.
But this time the media was quiet.
The victim was a hooker nobody cared about.
So, what drove him under?
It would be 4 years before we got another break.
Not too long after, I came out of retirement.
What?
Rochelle Jenkins, a 40-year-old prostitute
was found dumped in an alley in Seattle.
She was given a complete hysterectomy.
Her vocal cords were cut out, too.
He's back where he got started.
He'll be on the hunt for a low-risk victim in her 40s next.
I wonder what brought him home.
It's a long trip. We should get going.
But this time we were ready for him.
We wanted to use the press to our advantage.
So we came up with what's called a targeted media strategy.
Agent, is it true you have a suspect in custody?
Yes, he's being questioned as we speak.
Can you tell us how you apprehended him?
With good police work, especially from the Seattle P.D.
and the Washington State Patrol.
Is it true that the killer's been on the loose
since the early nineties?
That remains to be seen, but we do believe
we can link him to several murders.
Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got work to do.
So you did catch him.
No. But we wanted him to think we caught the wrong guy.
Why?
To give him a false sense of security.
If he thinks we messed up, then maybe he relaxes
and makes a mistake.
That, or he gets angry because he thinks someone else
is stealing his thunder.
Either way, the aim of the strategy
is the throw the killer off course.
Otherwise, all we're doing is reacting to him,
and we needed him to react to us.
Lord knows I love him, but here's to a night without him.
Husbands, too. To the kids.
Ok, fine, have it your way.
We're too old for this.
Speak for yourself.
Ok, ladies, bottoms up, lick, drink, suck. Yeah?
Mm!
Whoo-hoo! Ha ha!
She's whoo-hooing, you know we're in for a long night.
We need some more water.
We should get another round.
You're insane.
Play date tomorrow? Meet me at the park?
Can't. Soccer game and birthday party. Sunday?
Ok. Sure.
You all right to drive?
That drink was what,
two hours and a big dinner ago.
I'm fine. Go. Are you sure?
Bye, sweetie.
Bye, girls.
I'll talk to you soon, ok?
Ok. Yes.
Good night.
Hey, honey. I'm on the way home.
How are the boys?
Oh, it was fun. Everyone says hi. Ok.
Love you, too.
Bye.
He's been moving south this whole time.
He could have gone east or bounced back up north,
but no, always south.
Almost like he's running from something.
Well, he's running from us.
But why go back home now, after all these years?
Something brought him back.
Rochelle Jenkins was in her 40s,
so we can assume he is, too.
Ok, so why do people come home at that age?
Family, special occasions, funeral.
Wait a minute.
You guys have your own jet?
Yes, Zimmerman, as a matter of fact, we do.
Show them, Penelope.
One second...
Ok. There you go.
Ooh... Pretty sweet, huh?
Yeah.
Hey, guys, a missing persons report just came in.
42 years old, Grace Powell, mother of two,
went out for girls night, never came home.
That's gotta be him.
Garcia, where did he take her from?
Um...
I recognized the place immediately.
It was hard to forget.
This is where he took Tina Dyson from in '92.
This restaurant was a dive bar.
A dive bar? In this neighborhood?
Things were different then.
He didn't just come back home.
He returned to the exact same spot.
But why here? What is it about this place?
It's where he grabbed one of his first kills.
The first ones are always significant.
And this is where my particular skill set comes in handy.
See, I am like one of those wonderful people in prison movies
that can get you anything you need.
And we needed to know everything there was to know
about this particular part of the city.
So I went honey badger.
I dug up police reports, news articles,
parking tickets, even.
If anything went down in that area in the last 40 years,
I knew about it.
And I found zip.
Zero. Stingy with the dinero.
Couple of Fender-benders. A bar fight.
There was a homeless guy who was into mooning people,
but no life-changers.
So I extended my search another 10 years
and I found this.
This is a police report from 1966,
where a 16-year-old girl was found raped
in a parked car on that street.
But she was a minor,
so her name wasn't listed on the report.
Well, what's this girl got to do with a serial killer?
Pump your brakes, sweetcakes, 'cause I'm bringing it home.
It turns out that Jane Doe, instead of given a name,
she was given a patient number.
So I tracked that number,
and it turned out that she went back to that hospital
several times after...
for prenatal care.
And she eventually brought that baby to term.
Aah!
She hemorrhaged badly during childbirth,
and during her emergency hysterectomy
she died.
It was at that point that I was able to find
the corresponding death certificate
and get her name.
Georgina Yates.
Her son Thomas Yates survived.
He was put into the custody of his grandparents
Trudy and Roy Yates, Georgina's parents.
When we started looking at Thomas...
We knew.
Growing up, he got kicked out of two schools,
both times for starting fires.
Fire-starting is the first part
of what we used to call the homicidal triad.
The other two parts are bedwetting and cruelty to animals.
He was also in the emergency room a lot as a kid.
He had a broken arm, burns, he broke a rib once.
So he was either very clumsy or he was being beaten.
Then when he was 15, he committed his first murder.
He was a skinny kid who snapped and stabbed a bully at school.
He was convicted, served 3 years in juvey,
another 7 in prison, and then he was released on parole.
But when he was on the inside,
he spilled his guts to the prison shrink.
He talked about how his grandmother would starve him
and make him sleep in the dog house.
How she would beat him senseless...
I wish you were never born!
And sit on him until he couldn't breathe.
You're a curse!
I hate you!
And you actually believed this guy?
The prison psychiatrist concluded that Thomas
was telling the truth.
His childhood medical records
also corroborated this story.
And at that point we realized it wasn't the mother
but the grandmother who was the object of his rage.
I have Senator Hendricks on the line.
Then I find out his grandfather had just died,
and his grandmother had lung cancer
and she had just been admitted into hospice care.
And that is what brought Thomas home.
Excuse me, uh, Mrs. Trudy Yates?
Who are you?
I'm Agent Prentiss. This is Agent Jareau. We're with the FBI.
FBI? You got the right Trudy Yates?
Yes, I'm pretty sure we do, ma'am.
You're Thomas' grandmother, right?
What about it?
We're looking for him.
Tommy? He in trouble?
What'd he do this time?
Do you know where he is?
No idea.
When was the last time you saw him?
The day he put me in this damn place.
My daughter's womb was cursed.
That boy was a bastard born in sin.
Nothing good comes out of sin.
This is all we have. Thank you so much.
Please give us a call if you think of anything else.
Will do.
Thank you.
Baby, what can I do you for?
Hey, mama, I need you to run a number.
206-555-0112.
Okey-dokey. It is a prepaid cell phone, hasn't been used in days.
And what about this address?
2334 Dawson Street, unit K.
Hold yourself, please.
Unit K? He needs to be more isolated than an apartment.
It was a storage container.
The same storage container where his grandmother's
stuff was being held.
You smell that?
It's coffee.
FBI!
Drop it.
Thomas Yates, you're under arrest.
She's still got a pulse.
Calling an ambulance.
Agent Rossi.
Nice to meet you after all these years.
We got Grace Powell to the hospital in time
and they saved her life.
Though I'm not sure
her psychological wounds will ever heal.
How come I've never heard of this guy?
Have you ever heard of Efren Saldivar?
No.
David Parker Ray.
How about John Edward Robinson?
See, at any given time, we have at least 25 open cases.
Every year we're able to close around 15,
yet new ones still seem to pop up.
There are more serial killers out there than you may think.
But we finally had Yates in custody,
and we questioned him for two weeks straight.
We all took turns.
He didn't say a word.
Never asked for a bathroom break,
glass of water, nothing.
I thought given his M.O., being female,
I might be able to strike a nerve, get him to open up,
but he just sat there, for hours.
Staying absolutely silent under that kind of pressure
was a skill he undoubtedly learned as a child.
He was rendered silent for so long,
it became a conditioned response.
But we had him safely in custody.
And we had other cases to solve.
Eventually Yates was tried and he received the death penalty.
And life went on.
Then two years ago today...
I got a call.
Rossi.
You have a call from an inmate
in a correctional facility.
Inmate, state your name.
It's Tommy Yates.
This call may be monitored and recorded.
Press 2 if you accept the charges.
If not, hang up.
He called you personally? How'd he get your number?
Probably from his attorney.
What did he want?
He wanted to make a deal,
and I was the only one he would make it with.
Can we be alone, please?
What do you want?
Nice to see you, too.
Why am I here, Yates?
I told you.
I want to make a deal.
You're on death row,
not exactly a strong negotiating position.
I've got something for you.
It's a present.
Open it.
What is it?
Open it and see.
You shouldn't have.
Surprise.
Those are some of the girls I took.
The ones you didn't find.
There's 40 there.
Why should I believe you?
I thought you might ask that.
It's all part of the deal.
Look, let's get something straight.
There is no deal.
Not yet.
Not ever.
There's actually 101 names.
And I remember all of them.
And I'll tell you where I put them.
Here's what I want.
One...no death penalty.
I don't care if I rot in here.
But no chair and no injections.
2...I want a transfer to the East Coast.
Grandma's dead. Nothing holding me here.
Plus, I like the idea of snow in the winter.
Never really had that growing up.
I didn't come all this way to get smoke blown up my ass.
After I get my sentence commuted
and my transfer,
I'll give you more names.
But only one each year.
To keep you honest.
You understand.
Anything else?
Yes.
I get to decide when you get the name.
It'll be on a special day of my choosing.
And you have to come and get it from me personally.
What do you say, Agent?
Hmm?
Deal?
We checked the list he gave us,
and then we went out to the locations
where he said he'd dumped the bodies,
and we found all 40.
Did you actually make a deal with that maniac?
We did.
Not to bend to his will,
but to bring the families of the victims some peace.
I'd been on the case so long, I felt obligated
to contact each of the families personally.
Mrs. Ruth Thomas?
I'm Agent David Rossi from the FBI.
I have some information about your daughter Sarah.
I'm afraid I've got bad news about Jessica...
We found Chloe two days ago in Griffith park.
I can't tell you how sorry I am for your loss.
If I can do anything, anything at all,
please don't hesitate.
Does it ever get hard dealing with all that tragedy?
You know, it's funny.
Some cases, they end well, so you can forget them.
And some, like this one...
they become a part of you.
Dead kids.
Mutilated bodies.
It's all so horrible.
How do you do it?
Irish statesman and author Edmund Burke once wrote,
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil
is for good men to do nothing."
This job isn't just what I do,
it's who I am.
Is it worth it?
For every life we save?
Damn right it is.
Absolutely it's worth it.
I can't imagine doing anything else.
Yes, Mr. Zimmerman.
So, you have to go visit this guy every year
to get the name of another victim.
That's right.
So what was the special day of his choosing?
You really don't want us to go with you?
It's no trouble at all.
No, it's ok.
Rossi, it's like 2 hours away.
Come on, I can drive. I'll get us there in less than an hour.
I'm good, really.
We could stop for dinner on the way home.
Stop.
All of you. I'll be fine.
We'll see you tomorrow.
You bet.
Ohh, is he gonna be ok?
Of course he is.
It's Rossi.
Agent Rossi.
I can't believe it's been a year already.
Time flies.
Man, you must have some serious juice.
Thought for sure we were gonna have to cancel.
Riot in the yard, tight-ass warden.
Whole place is locked down.
Any plans for the big day?
Come on. You should get out and do something.
Never know how many of these you got left.
What's her name?
I used to hate birthdays when I was a kid.
That's why I like celebrating yours.
Her name.
Took her in Eureka.
Drove her out to the Headwaters Forest Preserve
up on Elk River Road.
100 yards South of the trailhead,
put her under a big old Sequoia.
Open gate 241.
# Happy Birthday to you #
# Happy Birthday, Agent Rossi #
# Happy Birthday to you #
And many more.
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