Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 1, Episode 22 - The Fisher King: Part 1 - full transcript
Team members become pawns of a psychopathic killer.
Morgan, your friend's resort better be
as nice as you say it is.
Hey, I never said it was his.
He just manages the place, but trust me
when I tell you it is off the hook.
Hot sunny days, cool breezes at night,
never-ending tropical drinks
with the little umbrellas and nothing
but young, beautiful adults looking
to make vacation memories.
-Male and female, right?
-Elle, two weeks of pure heaven.
(ELLE SIGHS)
I can't imagine what two weeks away
from this place is going to feel like.
Well, you know, you better
thank your man upstairs
for making it the whole team.
Otherwise, you know they'd find a reason
-to bring us back up in here.
-Why? They got other teams.
Okay, you can go on believing
that if you want to,
but I am not answering my cell phone.
Okay.
Oh, there he is.
Pretty boy. Last chance.
I can get my man to swing you
a hotel room for practically nothing.
Even you might get
a little loving out there.
Thanks anyway.
-Oh, come on, Reid, live a little, huh?
-I have to go. Going home.
-Have a good one, guys.
-Bye.
He look okay to you?
He looks about the way I would
if I was going to spend two weeks
with my family.
Hey, don't knock family.
I'm going to get nothing but
for the next 336 hours.
MORGAN: Good for you.
Haley's got a list of chores
a mile long and I can't wait.
The biggest decision I gotta make
is what I'm gonna do first.
I bet you she has a thought or two
about that as well.
-Bring it on.
-I'll be lost in a cabin in the woods
for the next two weeks.
Do not call me for anything.
Have a great time.
You all deserve a break.
Seriously, don't call.
Don't worry.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes?
Thank you.
MAN: (ON INTERCOM) Darling?
My darling,
I must go out now for a while.
But I promise you,
it will all be over soon.
One way or another, it will all be over.
(SCREAMING)
(SOBBING)
GIDEON: Writer Elbert Hubbard said,
"No man needs a vacation so much
as the man who has just had one."
-Come on, did I lie to you?
-You did not lie.
-Oh, yes. Thank you.
-Thank you.
Cheers.
Welcome to paradise.
-There you are.
-Yes, sir. My man, Mr. Gerald Dupree.
-How you doing, man?
-I'm wonderful. I'm wonderful.
Look at you holding it together.
-Look at him.
-Hey, I'm trying, baby.
This right here is my partner
from the FBI, Ms. Elle Greenaway.
You didn't tell me she was beautiful.
Would that have gotten me
a better deal on the room?
You want me to show you a brochure
with the real rates?
Hey, hey, I'm done.
I'm done. I'm done.
-Your resort is beautiful.
-Hey, thank you.
I always wondered what it would be
like to work in paradise.
Turns out it's not half bad.
-Anything else you need?
-Yeah, I think...
Ooh! Wait a minute.
Look at that right there.
Lord have mercy.
I think I need to handle something.
-You need any backup?
-Uh, you better watch your mouth.
-Elle, you going to be all right?
-Oh, no, I'm fine. You go.
-That's such a good answer.
-Get out of here. Get out of here.
So, how about you?
Anything that I can get you?
Oh, thank you,
I'll let you know if there's anything.
-Thank you, Gerald.
-I'll be around.
-All right.
-All right.
Ladies, ladies.
Hi.
Hey.
-Sorry about that.
-No problem.
-Hey, you alone?
-Completely.
Do you want to play?
Yeah.
Honey, you're supposed to be
dumping things, not examining them.
-Pirate Number Four.
-Cute.
Yeah, but do you really want to remember
your first and last appearance on stage?
I wasn't very good,
but I was very committed.
-Yeah. I'd dump it.
-Do I have to?
Okay, I'll make you a deal.
Come up with a good reason
by the end of the day and it stays.
You drive a hard bargain.
My "humble servant"?
Why can't the real world be like this?
My heart doth swell at the sight of thee,
my brave Sir Kneighf.
I shall follow where you lead.
-Hey.
-You're still here?
Yeah, I don't get the same vacation
time as the rest of the team.
Got to make sure
there's plenty of work for them
-when they get back.
-Right.
-What are you doing?
-I'm in Camelot.
-Camelot?
-Yeah, it's an online world. See?
I'm just outside
the magical city of Camelot,
adventuring with
the incredible Sir Kneighf.
-Oh, the incredible Sir Kneighf.
-JJ, this guy is amazing.
Oh, gosh, please tell me you don't have
a crush on a fictional character.
He's not fictional. He's the online
alter ego of a real person.
Mmm-hmm.
But you don't know anything about him,
or even if he is a him.
Okay, you know what? I...
Look, we meet online at specified times
that he is never late to.
We spend hours adventuring
and chatting, during which time
I have his undivided attention
and he lavishes me with flattery.
Wow.
When was the last time
you had a date go that well?
See if he's got a fictional brother,
all right?
Yeah, he doesn't.
Cousin, uncle, grandfather, whatever.
-I heard a rumor you were here.
-Hi.
-How's she doing?
-Schizophrenia's a lifetime illness.
The meds stabilize the worst of her
symptoms, but she still has bad days.
What makes her most happy
are her journals and your daily letters.
-She is exceptionally proud of you.
-She is?
Talks about you all the time to anyone
who will listen. Staff, other patients.
Her journals are filled with the cases
you write her about.
Calls them your adventures.
Mom's of the belief
that you can find adventure
all around you if you just look.
That's what happens when you're
a professor of 15th century literature.
Well, she's going to be so excited
that you were finally able
to get here in person.
Maybe it's better
if I just let her rest today.
-Rest?
-Yeah, I'll come back tomorrow.
-But, Doctor, she's...
-Hey, can you give this to her?
It's Margery Kempe, her favorite.
It would really be good for her
if you could just...
Please? Thank you so much. Thanks.
(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
Well, you all right, there, Greenaway?
-Go away.
-(MORGAN CHUCKLES)
-See you tomorrow?
-Afternoon.
-Afternoon?
-Don't speak.
He's sound asleep,
so we have a few hours to ourselves.
Dinner was amazing.
Well, it's nice to have someone here
to cook for.
-Well, it's nice to be here.
-What you looking at?
-Reflections 1987.
-Oh, boy.
I remember the day I got this.
It was the end of my junior year.
I was walking down the hall
and I accidentally walked
into a theatre club rehearsal
and I saw you.
And I knew I was going to marry you.
Aw!
And I went home that night
and I looked you up.
-Haley Brooks, 10th grade...
-(GASPS) Oh, look at my hair.
...and I thought, "How could
I have missed you for two years?"
So, the next day
I knew I had to meet you,
so I went in and I joined
the theatre club.
And that's how I was
in The Pirates of Penzance
as the worst Fourth Pirate in history.
-Aaron? Keep the hat.
-Okay.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
I always forget
what a great cook you are.
Wine?
Jason, you know I'm not responsible
for myself after two. Thank you.
Do I sound old if I say they
don't make music like this any more?
Yes.
Mmm.
Hmm. It's good to be old.
(PHONE RINGING)
-Hotchner.
-MAN: Agent Hotchner.
Don't waste time on the first victims.
They were unrepentant, bad men.
She's the important one.
Remember,
everything starts at the beginning.
-Who is this?
-There won't be much time.
The youngest holds the key.
You must help him save her.
What's going on?
I don't know.
Okay, it was an anonymous call.
A man.
He said there had been a murder
in Room 19.
I called Security to check it out,
but when they saw the...
I thought it would be best
if I called you right away.
-You have a key?
-Yeah.
(GIGGLING)
What the hell?
"All work and no play."
(ALARM BLARING)
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
Oh, my...
No. No.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Sorry. No one should be coming here.
Go wait in the bedroom.
-Jason Gideon?
-Yeah.
-What is it?
-Nellie Fox.
(RETCHING)
-Let go! Stop! Stop it! Stop it!
-Please, get down. Stay down.
-Let go of me! No! Let go!
-Hold still. Hold still.
Who are you? Who are you?
I'm sorry. I just... I just never, ever
saw anything like this before.
Here. Come here.
Get in my car. I'll drive you.
Oh, okay. Thank you.
Contact me at the BAU
when you're finished.
I want to know
who the hell that used to be.
-Do you know anybody in Jamaica?
-No.
That's the postal zone where it seems
the package was sent from.
Montego Bay, Jamaica.
What, you think I didn't see that?
I don't know anybody in Jamaica.
Then how did the blood
get outside your door?
I have no idea. There wasn't
any blood inside, was there?
-Who was the victim?
-(SIGHS)
For the hundredth time,
I didn't even know that there was a victim
until you dragged me out of bed!
Where's the victim's head?
Well, I must have dropped it
on my way in here.
Come on, you know that I have nothing
to do with this.
I'm an American FBI agent.
I'm here on vacation, man.
I'm the police, just like you.
-Are you the "her"?
-Excuse me?
I don't care where
the blood led, Detective.
You've made a mistake.
We are FBI agents.
BAU profilers here on vacation.
-Profilers?
-Yes, we handle serial criminals.
We consult police departments
all over the world.
Oh, so if I called you to consult on this,
would it be your advice
to let the woman who we found
at the end of the blood trail go?
Agent Greenaway is not a killer.
Well, can you explain why the blood
went right to her door?
Obviously somebody
would like you to think she is.
Look, my supervisor's flying down here
from Virginia.
He'll be here anytime, and when
he gets here, we will figure this out.
His name was Marty Harris.
At least that's who rented this room.
-Hey, why are you telling him?
-I'm sorry. I just...
My mistake. I'm sorry, ma'am.
When did this Harris check in?
A couple of days ago, with another man.
Giles. Frank Giles.
He has the adjoining room.
We tried calling him,
but he doesn't answer.
Well, it looks like
Frank Giles is in the wind.
You might have yourself
a real suspect now.
I'll get crime scene men in here.
(PHONE RINGING)
All work and no play, huh?
All work and no play?
You just wait till I am through with you.
-What?
-Garcia, I need a rundown on a guy.
-No.
The information superhighway is closed.
What are you talking about?
Someone had the nerve to run a black
hat op into my computers, Morgan.
They hacked me. Okay?
But you can bet your sweet ass
I will find them.
I've got honeypot farms hidden
behind UML kernel data packets
and a first-generation honeynet
I personally programmed.
My Snort log lists every visitor,
every server request,
every keystroke on this entire network.
If I have to back-hack his IP
all the way to the freaking Stone Age,
I will find this son of a bitch.
Okay? So bye.
(SIGHING)
-Gideon, I've been trying to call you.
-Why?
-Someone sent you a head?
-From Jamaica.
Morgan and Elle are in Jamaica right now.
There was a murder.
The body was headless.
Elle's been arrested for it.
-What?
-Hotch headed down there last night
with some Bureau lawyers
and a crime scene unit.
He should be there by now.
If you talk to him,
have him call me right away.
Yes, sir.
-Gideon.
-Yeah.
The baseball card and envelope
that were attached to the box.
We processed them. There's nothing,
and we're still working
on identifying the head.
Try contacting the Montego Bay Police.
Apparently they have
a headless homicide victim.
Got it.
PIERRE: What time did you go to bed?
Around midnight, I think.
I don't really know. It was late.
Were you alone?
By the time I got back to my room, yeah.
Detective St. Pierre, I'm SSA Hotchner.
-I'm Agent Greenaway's superior.
-We're not finished here.
Agent Greenaway only arrived
in your country yesterday afternoon.
-Thank you.
-So?
I brought a forensics expert
and he's examined the body at your morgue,
and he's put the time of death
at no less than 24 hours ago.
Now, this is based on
advanced rigor mortis
and the contents of the stomach,
which contained a meal that he ordered
from room service two days ago.
Your coroner concurs with the findings.
What this means is that
Agent Greenaway wasn't even here
when this man was killed.
Now, I appreciate
that you have a difficult situation
and Agents Morgan and Greenaway
are happy to cooperate
in any way that they can,
but they'll do it from our offices
in Quantico, Virginia.
Oh, well, that's great, Hotch.
Gideon wants you to call him
as soon as you can.
Uh...
I think I better let him tell you.
Okay, call me
if you need anything. Bye.
(SIGHS)
(READING ALOUD)
Oh, Dr. Reid?
Someone delivered this to the desk
last night for you.
What?
(READING ALOUD)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
GIDEON: Come in.
Hey, um, I just got
a really strange delivery.
Strange as a head
in the middle of the night?
That's a Pale Clouded Yellow butterfly.
They're indigenous to Europe.
Britain mainly.
"She has been searched for
yet never found."
What the hell is going on here?
(COUGHING)
You guys, you sure you don't want
to go home and get some rest?
-Take a shower?
-Like hell.
I'm good.
How much sleep have you gotten
in the last 24 hours?
Hotch, I spent half of the night
in an interrogation room.
I am not sleeping
until I find this Frank Giles.
Frank Giles left Jamaica last night
on the redeye.
Flew to Florida, then got onto another
flight to Virginia.
Virginia? You mean
that son of a bitch is from here?
I don't know if he's from here,
but this is where he flew to. Arlington.
He's got a long criminal record.
Manslaughter, robbery, rape.
What about the victim, Marty Harris?
Uh, he's a two-time
convicted fetish burglar,
-registered child sex offender...
-And we have his head.
CSU just positively identified
the one delivered to my cabin.
"Don't waste time on the first victims.
"They were unrepentant, bad men.
They only got what they deserved."
-What is that?
-I got a phone call last night
before you called from Jamaica.
Any mention of a "her"?
"You must help him save her."
Oh, so there's a "him" now, too?
-I think he means Reid.
-Reid?
We need to regroup.
So, clearly we have a psychopath
intent on drawing us into his game.
-Playing with us.
-Then let's return the favor.
He kept telling us repeatedly
to save her. What "her"?
Items he's sent
must be some kind of clues.
Let's get them up on the board.
I got a Nellie Fox baseball card
from 1963 and I got a head in a box.
I got a rare butterfly in a shadow box.
And repeated messages to "save her."
I got the decapitated body
and a nice visit
to the Jamaican Police Headquarters.
GIDEON: Reid called from Nevada.
He's on the way back here with
a skeleton key and a note he got, too.
And the guy who called me said,
"The youngest one holds the key."
-That's Reid.
-Okay, but wait a minute.
UnSubs, they don't contact us this way.
I mean, they might taunt us,
dare us to catch them,
but they don't drag us into their fantasy.
-Why not?
-Because they're sexual fantasies.
I mean, taunting us is a show of power,
but making us the object is...
I don't know what the hell that is.
There's something else
about the baseball card.
Nellie Fox was one of the stars
of the 1959 White Sox.
I went to almost every game with
my father that year. Fox was my hero.
So is it a coincidence
that he sends this to me,
or does he know how I feel about him?
I collected butterflies
when I was a little girl.
That's how I knew what butterfly
was in the box.
-So then he knows us?
-I got an anonymous message.
I got a police raid.
MORGAN:
But he knew exactly where we were.
Hotel in Jamaica, Gideon at the cabin,
Reid in Vegas, you at your home.
He got that from the Bureau computers.
Your locations are always in there
so they can find you if they need you.
And I checked the log. The hacker
was definitely in the personnel folders.
There were room numbers
to the hotel in Jamaica,
the address of Gideon's cabin...
There's a lot of information
in those databases.
Have you figured out how he was able
to get into the Bureau's computers?
I'm still working on that.
-Garcia, if you know something...
-No, it's, um...
It's just... I...
I was playing a game yesterday.
An online game.
-A game?
-Not on the Bureau computers, sir.
-On my own personal laptop.
-No, Garcia. No, no, no.
I don't understand.
Wireless Internet.
By wirelessly hooking
into the Net here to get online,
the hacker could have gotten
into my computer first,
and I have far less protection
on my own laptop.
And he could have gotten into the entire
Bureau computer system this way?
Yeah, it's possible.
Playing a game?
How could you be that stupid?
Information, files.
You have a responsibility.
I know, sir. I'm so sorry.
-But I found him.
-You what?
I know who he is, the hacker.
His name is Giles. Frank Giles.
He lives in Arlington, Virginia,
four miles from here.
-I have his address.
-Garcia, you said Giles?
-Clear!
-Door!
Okay here.
-Frank Giles? FBI.
-Come out, Giles!
You've got to be kidding me.
Hotch! Gideon! I think you're
going to want to see this.
-He's definitely playing with us.
-His identification checks out.
That's Frank Giles.
There's a big old bag of money
sitting right here on the dresser.
So Giles took Harris to Jamaica
to kill him
and then the UnSub killed Giles.
Yeah, but he paid him first.
-And left the cash?
-Well, he's apparently well-funded.
He said these were
"unrepentant, bad men."
Are we looking for some kind of vigilante?
No. The bodies are nothing
but a way to get us interested.
They're game pieces.
The killings are secondary.
Well, this guy likes to write things
in blood on walls.
All kinds of cult
and demonic significance to that.
"Thy? Doth? Quest?
Thy quest doth truly begin."
I mean, why start phrasing things
like this now?
Yeah, all the other messages
were in modern English.
Maybe this is the first one
the UnSub actually wrote.
So we're looking for Shakespeare?
-Hey, guys?
-Yeah.
There's something etched on the blade.
"To learn of what should next be done,
leave the blade till the hour be none."
-"Hour be none"?
-"Leave the blade."
Elle, move for a second.
Move to your left.
-The bed's in the middle of the room.
-Which isn't by chance.
And maybe the light from here casts
a shadow and points to something.
Come on. Are we in the middle
of an Indiana Jones movie?
"The hour be none."
Well, midnight is 0000 hours
in 24-hour time. Would that be none?
-Midnight wouldn't cast a shadow.
-"Hour be none."
3:00 p.m.
Hey, guys.
Garcia told me where to find you.
-3:00 p.m.?
-It's medieval.
The days used to be broken
into hourly intervals,
the canonical hours of the breviary.
Prime, 6:00 a.m., terce, 9:00 a.m.,
sext, 12:00 noon, none, 3:00 p.m.,
and vespers, 6:00 p.m.
Reid, do not ever go away again.
Medieval.
That's why the language changed.
"Doth."
Everything this guy does is a clue.
Okay, but, guys, it's 4:35.
What do we do?
Leave the blade in till
3:00 p.m. tomorrow?
Not if we can block that window out.
Do you have any spotlights in your car?
-Sure.
-Thanks, Gina.
See, the sun is right here at 5:00 p.m.
Morgan, follow the shadow
as I move the light higher.
-Okay, and do what?
-Tap.
It's hollow.
Definitely an Indiana Jones movie.
Feels like the wallpaper's been replaced.
Tear it open.
-It's a box.
-HOTCH: Take it out.
-Wait, are we sure that's safe?
-What, you think it's a bomb?
You think he'd be playing this game
just to blow us up?
He'd have already done that as long
as we've been standing here.
It's locked. You want me to break it?
No, we should process it first.
"The youngest holds the key."
(MUSIC BOX PLAYING THE TROUT QUINTET)
Schubert. The Trout Quintet.
Five people fishing.
"Never would it be night, but always
clear day to any man's sight."
Well, that was worth it.
The lid.
Little tab right under the lock.
ELLE: Oh, God.
(SIGHING)
-Do you have that evidence bag?
-Here you go.
"Thy quest."
HOTCH: He moves funny.
It's like he's injured or something.
I assure you, you will all understand
in the end why it must be this way.
You might even thank me.
Don't hold your breath, scumbag.
You know now you're on a quest.
A young girl's life depends
on the successful completion of it.
As you can see, she is quite beautiful
and in distress.
Now please listen closely,
for there is one rule
and this rule must be followed.
The one rule is, only the members of
your team may participate in the quest:
Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner,
Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway,
Spencer Reid,
Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia.
A quest must be completed in
the proper way or it isn't a quest, is it?
That's it. One rule. Simple.
Now, you will be receiving an item soon
that will hold the final clue
you will need to finish the quest.
You will find you will also need
a book which has inspired
many an adventure like mine.
Believe me when I tell you
I truly hope to see you all soon.
It will mean a successful end
to this adventure for all of us.
-This guy's got pictures of us?
-What do we do now?
Well, the lock of hair's
being analysed for DNA.
There might be something on file.
I'll get Video to enhance
the shots of the girl.
Let's get the clues up on the board.
Maybe we can make some sense of something.
ELLE: Wait, we're going
to play this guy's game?
REID: Do we have a choice?
Be right back.
You guys keep working.
Jason?
Jason!
What is it? What's wrong?
What's the matter with you?
I... I just have nothing left.
-Yeah, I'm tired, too.
-No, no, no.
I needed a place where I didn't
have to know what was out there.
Where I could
just close my eyes and not see
bodies torn to pieces
or hear children calling out for help.
That cabin was the only thing I had left,
and this guy took it away from me.
-Jason...
-Maybe I'm out of gas.
I'd like to be alone, please.
-Mrs. Hotchner.
-Hey.
Haley.
I've been trying to call you,
but you haven't
been answering your cell.
Oh, no, my battery died.
We just got back. What's wrong?
A man came to the door with something
he said you would need right away.
That a girl's life depended on it.
-He came to the door?
-Yeah.
What's going on, Aaron?
Honey, what did the guy look like
who came to the door?
Look like? Um, I don't know.
Young. Dark hair.
Did he look injured?
-Injured?
-Yeah.
I mean,
did he seem injured in any way?
No. He was just a guy.
He told me what he was giving me,
you needed right away,
that a girl's life depended on it.
-Well, that's not a normal delivery.
-No.
What do you mean?
Well, they don't come
with detailed messages like that.
Did he say all these things to you?
Were they in a note?
No, he said them.
If he isn't the UnSub,
he probably talked to him.
-What's going on?
-It's the case we're working on.
What did he deliver?
Um, a piece of paper with numbers on it.
The team's got it.
It's in the conference room.
My eyes are so heavy
I can barely see it.
REID: I think it's a
coded message of some sort.
The UnSub said we needed
a book, didn't he?
Yeah. "A book that inspired
many an adventure."
It's a book code.
Each one of these sets of numbers
represents a particular word.
For instance, page 118,
line 30, word three.
We need to figure out what the words are
and fill in the blanks.
-Yeah, but from what book?
-I don't know.
The trouble is, it has to be
the exact same edition
of the exact same book that he used.
Just got a DNA hit on the lock of hair.
Rebecca Bryant.
She's been missing out of Boston
for two years.
Two years?,
Guys, how are we supposed to figure out
which book this code was copied out of?
I have no idea.
We need Haley to sit with a sketch artist
and get a picture of this guy.
We can have JJ get it out
on the newswires. Tell the world.
Tell the world?
Well, he may have seen
this son of a bitch.
Didn't he say that we had to keep this
within the team?
Yeah.
Get a sketch artist up here.
He said we have everything needed
to complete the quest.
The answer's got to be up there somewhere.
JJ, get some reporters here
as soon as possible.
-For what?
-Just say we need help on a new case.
Press conference?
Thank you all for coming.
Haley and the baby get into a hotel?
-Yeah.
-Good.
Think this is going to work?
I think it's going to send
the right message.
We're looking for this man
in connection with several murders.
He is approximately 25 years of age.
He delivered a package
to one of our agents last night.
If anyone has any information
regarding this subject,
please contact
your local FBI office immediately.
No, no, no, no.
Rebecca?
I'm afraid I must go out again.
A Pale Clouded Yellow butterfly
indigenous to Great Britain?
How's it going?
The answer to what book
we need has to be in here.
-Yeah, but we sure as hell can't see it.
-Yet.
-Elle?
-I'm awake.
-I'm sending you home.
-No.
You need to get some rest,
and we won't do anything without you.
-I promise.
-Elle, seriously,
we're not any closer than we were.
Get out of here. Go home.
-But...
-It's an order.
Let's go.
Come on.
-Anderson, take Greenaway home.
-Yes, sir.
-No, I'm fine.
-I'll have your car brought over later.
All right, come on, Anderson.
-Get some sleep.
-Yeah.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I sent Elle home with Anderson.
She hasn't slept in 36 hours.
Good.
(SIGHING)
-I told you there was one rule.
-No.
One rule, Agent Greenaway.
-Stop.
-Do you not consider
that holding a press conference
is going outside the team for help?
-Listen.
-One rule!
Listen to me!
We can talk about this.
I told you this was important!
(GUN FIRING)
as nice as you say it is.
Hey, I never said it was his.
He just manages the place, but trust me
when I tell you it is off the hook.
Hot sunny days, cool breezes at night,
never-ending tropical drinks
with the little umbrellas and nothing
but young, beautiful adults looking
to make vacation memories.
-Male and female, right?
-Elle, two weeks of pure heaven.
(ELLE SIGHS)
I can't imagine what two weeks away
from this place is going to feel like.
Well, you know, you better
thank your man upstairs
for making it the whole team.
Otherwise, you know they'd find a reason
-to bring us back up in here.
-Why? They got other teams.
Okay, you can go on believing
that if you want to,
but I am not answering my cell phone.
Okay.
Oh, there he is.
Pretty boy. Last chance.
I can get my man to swing you
a hotel room for practically nothing.
Even you might get
a little loving out there.
Thanks anyway.
-Oh, come on, Reid, live a little, huh?
-I have to go. Going home.
-Have a good one, guys.
-Bye.
He look okay to you?
He looks about the way I would
if I was going to spend two weeks
with my family.
Hey, don't knock family.
I'm going to get nothing but
for the next 336 hours.
MORGAN: Good for you.
Haley's got a list of chores
a mile long and I can't wait.
The biggest decision I gotta make
is what I'm gonna do first.
I bet you she has a thought or two
about that as well.
-Bring it on.
-I'll be lost in a cabin in the woods
for the next two weeks.
Do not call me for anything.
Have a great time.
You all deserve a break.
Seriously, don't call.
Don't worry.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes?
Thank you.
MAN: (ON INTERCOM) Darling?
My darling,
I must go out now for a while.
But I promise you,
it will all be over soon.
One way or another, it will all be over.
(SCREAMING)
(SOBBING)
GIDEON: Writer Elbert Hubbard said,
"No man needs a vacation so much
as the man who has just had one."
-Come on, did I lie to you?
-You did not lie.
-Oh, yes. Thank you.
-Thank you.
Cheers.
Welcome to paradise.
-There you are.
-Yes, sir. My man, Mr. Gerald Dupree.
-How you doing, man?
-I'm wonderful. I'm wonderful.
Look at you holding it together.
-Look at him.
-Hey, I'm trying, baby.
This right here is my partner
from the FBI, Ms. Elle Greenaway.
You didn't tell me she was beautiful.
Would that have gotten me
a better deal on the room?
You want me to show you a brochure
with the real rates?
Hey, hey, I'm done.
I'm done. I'm done.
-Your resort is beautiful.
-Hey, thank you.
I always wondered what it would be
like to work in paradise.
Turns out it's not half bad.
-Anything else you need?
-Yeah, I think...
Ooh! Wait a minute.
Look at that right there.
Lord have mercy.
I think I need to handle something.
-You need any backup?
-Uh, you better watch your mouth.
-Elle, you going to be all right?
-Oh, no, I'm fine. You go.
-That's such a good answer.
-Get out of here. Get out of here.
So, how about you?
Anything that I can get you?
Oh, thank you,
I'll let you know if there's anything.
-Thank you, Gerald.
-I'll be around.
-All right.
-All right.
Ladies, ladies.
Hi.
Hey.
-Sorry about that.
-No problem.
-Hey, you alone?
-Completely.
Do you want to play?
Yeah.
Honey, you're supposed to be
dumping things, not examining them.
-Pirate Number Four.
-Cute.
Yeah, but do you really want to remember
your first and last appearance on stage?
I wasn't very good,
but I was very committed.
-Yeah. I'd dump it.
-Do I have to?
Okay, I'll make you a deal.
Come up with a good reason
by the end of the day and it stays.
You drive a hard bargain.
My "humble servant"?
Why can't the real world be like this?
My heart doth swell at the sight of thee,
my brave Sir Kneighf.
I shall follow where you lead.
-Hey.
-You're still here?
Yeah, I don't get the same vacation
time as the rest of the team.
Got to make sure
there's plenty of work for them
-when they get back.
-Right.
-What are you doing?
-I'm in Camelot.
-Camelot?
-Yeah, it's an online world. See?
I'm just outside
the magical city of Camelot,
adventuring with
the incredible Sir Kneighf.
-Oh, the incredible Sir Kneighf.
-JJ, this guy is amazing.
Oh, gosh, please tell me you don't have
a crush on a fictional character.
He's not fictional. He's the online
alter ego of a real person.
Mmm-hmm.
But you don't know anything about him,
or even if he is a him.
Okay, you know what? I...
Look, we meet online at specified times
that he is never late to.
We spend hours adventuring
and chatting, during which time
I have his undivided attention
and he lavishes me with flattery.
Wow.
When was the last time
you had a date go that well?
See if he's got a fictional brother,
all right?
Yeah, he doesn't.
Cousin, uncle, grandfather, whatever.
-I heard a rumor you were here.
-Hi.
-How's she doing?
-Schizophrenia's a lifetime illness.
The meds stabilize the worst of her
symptoms, but she still has bad days.
What makes her most happy
are her journals and your daily letters.
-She is exceptionally proud of you.
-She is?
Talks about you all the time to anyone
who will listen. Staff, other patients.
Her journals are filled with the cases
you write her about.
Calls them your adventures.
Mom's of the belief
that you can find adventure
all around you if you just look.
That's what happens when you're
a professor of 15th century literature.
Well, she's going to be so excited
that you were finally able
to get here in person.
Maybe it's better
if I just let her rest today.
-Rest?
-Yeah, I'll come back tomorrow.
-But, Doctor, she's...
-Hey, can you give this to her?
It's Margery Kempe, her favorite.
It would really be good for her
if you could just...
Please? Thank you so much. Thanks.
(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
Well, you all right, there, Greenaway?
-Go away.
-(MORGAN CHUCKLES)
-See you tomorrow?
-Afternoon.
-Afternoon?
-Don't speak.
He's sound asleep,
so we have a few hours to ourselves.
Dinner was amazing.
Well, it's nice to have someone here
to cook for.
-Well, it's nice to be here.
-What you looking at?
-Reflections 1987.
-Oh, boy.
I remember the day I got this.
It was the end of my junior year.
I was walking down the hall
and I accidentally walked
into a theatre club rehearsal
and I saw you.
And I knew I was going to marry you.
Aw!
And I went home that night
and I looked you up.
-Haley Brooks, 10th grade...
-(GASPS) Oh, look at my hair.
...and I thought, "How could
I have missed you for two years?"
So, the next day
I knew I had to meet you,
so I went in and I joined
the theatre club.
And that's how I was
in The Pirates of Penzance
as the worst Fourth Pirate in history.
-Aaron? Keep the hat.
-Okay.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
I always forget
what a great cook you are.
Wine?
Jason, you know I'm not responsible
for myself after two. Thank you.
Do I sound old if I say they
don't make music like this any more?
Yes.
Mmm.
Hmm. It's good to be old.
(PHONE RINGING)
-Hotchner.
-MAN: Agent Hotchner.
Don't waste time on the first victims.
They were unrepentant, bad men.
She's the important one.
Remember,
everything starts at the beginning.
-Who is this?
-There won't be much time.
The youngest holds the key.
You must help him save her.
What's going on?
I don't know.
Okay, it was an anonymous call.
A man.
He said there had been a murder
in Room 19.
I called Security to check it out,
but when they saw the...
I thought it would be best
if I called you right away.
-You have a key?
-Yeah.
(GIGGLING)
What the hell?
"All work and no play."
(ALARM BLARING)
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
Oh, my...
No. No.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Sorry. No one should be coming here.
Go wait in the bedroom.
-Jason Gideon?
-Yeah.
-What is it?
-Nellie Fox.
(RETCHING)
-Let go! Stop! Stop it! Stop it!
-Please, get down. Stay down.
-Let go of me! No! Let go!
-Hold still. Hold still.
Who are you? Who are you?
I'm sorry. I just... I just never, ever
saw anything like this before.
Here. Come here.
Get in my car. I'll drive you.
Oh, okay. Thank you.
Contact me at the BAU
when you're finished.
I want to know
who the hell that used to be.
-Do you know anybody in Jamaica?
-No.
That's the postal zone where it seems
the package was sent from.
Montego Bay, Jamaica.
What, you think I didn't see that?
I don't know anybody in Jamaica.
Then how did the blood
get outside your door?
I have no idea. There wasn't
any blood inside, was there?
-Who was the victim?
-(SIGHS)
For the hundredth time,
I didn't even know that there was a victim
until you dragged me out of bed!
Where's the victim's head?
Well, I must have dropped it
on my way in here.
Come on, you know that I have nothing
to do with this.
I'm an American FBI agent.
I'm here on vacation, man.
I'm the police, just like you.
-Are you the "her"?
-Excuse me?
I don't care where
the blood led, Detective.
You've made a mistake.
We are FBI agents.
BAU profilers here on vacation.
-Profilers?
-Yes, we handle serial criminals.
We consult police departments
all over the world.
Oh, so if I called you to consult on this,
would it be your advice
to let the woman who we found
at the end of the blood trail go?
Agent Greenaway is not a killer.
Well, can you explain why the blood
went right to her door?
Obviously somebody
would like you to think she is.
Look, my supervisor's flying down here
from Virginia.
He'll be here anytime, and when
he gets here, we will figure this out.
His name was Marty Harris.
At least that's who rented this room.
-Hey, why are you telling him?
-I'm sorry. I just...
My mistake. I'm sorry, ma'am.
When did this Harris check in?
A couple of days ago, with another man.
Giles. Frank Giles.
He has the adjoining room.
We tried calling him,
but he doesn't answer.
Well, it looks like
Frank Giles is in the wind.
You might have yourself
a real suspect now.
I'll get crime scene men in here.
(PHONE RINGING)
All work and no play, huh?
All work and no play?
You just wait till I am through with you.
-What?
-Garcia, I need a rundown on a guy.
-No.
The information superhighway is closed.
What are you talking about?
Someone had the nerve to run a black
hat op into my computers, Morgan.
They hacked me. Okay?
But you can bet your sweet ass
I will find them.
I've got honeypot farms hidden
behind UML kernel data packets
and a first-generation honeynet
I personally programmed.
My Snort log lists every visitor,
every server request,
every keystroke on this entire network.
If I have to back-hack his IP
all the way to the freaking Stone Age,
I will find this son of a bitch.
Okay? So bye.
(SIGHING)
-Gideon, I've been trying to call you.
-Why?
-Someone sent you a head?
-From Jamaica.
Morgan and Elle are in Jamaica right now.
There was a murder.
The body was headless.
Elle's been arrested for it.
-What?
-Hotch headed down there last night
with some Bureau lawyers
and a crime scene unit.
He should be there by now.
If you talk to him,
have him call me right away.
Yes, sir.
-Gideon.
-Yeah.
The baseball card and envelope
that were attached to the box.
We processed them. There's nothing,
and we're still working
on identifying the head.
Try contacting the Montego Bay Police.
Apparently they have
a headless homicide victim.
Got it.
PIERRE: What time did you go to bed?
Around midnight, I think.
I don't really know. It was late.
Were you alone?
By the time I got back to my room, yeah.
Detective St. Pierre, I'm SSA Hotchner.
-I'm Agent Greenaway's superior.
-We're not finished here.
Agent Greenaway only arrived
in your country yesterday afternoon.
-Thank you.
-So?
I brought a forensics expert
and he's examined the body at your morgue,
and he's put the time of death
at no less than 24 hours ago.
Now, this is based on
advanced rigor mortis
and the contents of the stomach,
which contained a meal that he ordered
from room service two days ago.
Your coroner concurs with the findings.
What this means is that
Agent Greenaway wasn't even here
when this man was killed.
Now, I appreciate
that you have a difficult situation
and Agents Morgan and Greenaway
are happy to cooperate
in any way that they can,
but they'll do it from our offices
in Quantico, Virginia.
Oh, well, that's great, Hotch.
Gideon wants you to call him
as soon as you can.
Uh...
I think I better let him tell you.
Okay, call me
if you need anything. Bye.
(SIGHS)
(READING ALOUD)
Oh, Dr. Reid?
Someone delivered this to the desk
last night for you.
What?
(READING ALOUD)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
GIDEON: Come in.
Hey, um, I just got
a really strange delivery.
Strange as a head
in the middle of the night?
That's a Pale Clouded Yellow butterfly.
They're indigenous to Europe.
Britain mainly.
"She has been searched for
yet never found."
What the hell is going on here?
(COUGHING)
You guys, you sure you don't want
to go home and get some rest?
-Take a shower?
-Like hell.
I'm good.
How much sleep have you gotten
in the last 24 hours?
Hotch, I spent half of the night
in an interrogation room.
I am not sleeping
until I find this Frank Giles.
Frank Giles left Jamaica last night
on the redeye.
Flew to Florida, then got onto another
flight to Virginia.
Virginia? You mean
that son of a bitch is from here?
I don't know if he's from here,
but this is where he flew to. Arlington.
He's got a long criminal record.
Manslaughter, robbery, rape.
What about the victim, Marty Harris?
Uh, he's a two-time
convicted fetish burglar,
-registered child sex offender...
-And we have his head.
CSU just positively identified
the one delivered to my cabin.
"Don't waste time on the first victims.
"They were unrepentant, bad men.
They only got what they deserved."
-What is that?
-I got a phone call last night
before you called from Jamaica.
Any mention of a "her"?
"You must help him save her."
Oh, so there's a "him" now, too?
-I think he means Reid.
-Reid?
We need to regroup.
So, clearly we have a psychopath
intent on drawing us into his game.
-Playing with us.
-Then let's return the favor.
He kept telling us repeatedly
to save her. What "her"?
Items he's sent
must be some kind of clues.
Let's get them up on the board.
I got a Nellie Fox baseball card
from 1963 and I got a head in a box.
I got a rare butterfly in a shadow box.
And repeated messages to "save her."
I got the decapitated body
and a nice visit
to the Jamaican Police Headquarters.
GIDEON: Reid called from Nevada.
He's on the way back here with
a skeleton key and a note he got, too.
And the guy who called me said,
"The youngest one holds the key."
-That's Reid.
-Okay, but wait a minute.
UnSubs, they don't contact us this way.
I mean, they might taunt us,
dare us to catch them,
but they don't drag us into their fantasy.
-Why not?
-Because they're sexual fantasies.
I mean, taunting us is a show of power,
but making us the object is...
I don't know what the hell that is.
There's something else
about the baseball card.
Nellie Fox was one of the stars
of the 1959 White Sox.
I went to almost every game with
my father that year. Fox was my hero.
So is it a coincidence
that he sends this to me,
or does he know how I feel about him?
I collected butterflies
when I was a little girl.
That's how I knew what butterfly
was in the box.
-So then he knows us?
-I got an anonymous message.
I got a police raid.
MORGAN:
But he knew exactly where we were.
Hotel in Jamaica, Gideon at the cabin,
Reid in Vegas, you at your home.
He got that from the Bureau computers.
Your locations are always in there
so they can find you if they need you.
And I checked the log. The hacker
was definitely in the personnel folders.
There were room numbers
to the hotel in Jamaica,
the address of Gideon's cabin...
There's a lot of information
in those databases.
Have you figured out how he was able
to get into the Bureau's computers?
I'm still working on that.
-Garcia, if you know something...
-No, it's, um...
It's just... I...
I was playing a game yesterday.
An online game.
-A game?
-Not on the Bureau computers, sir.
-On my own personal laptop.
-No, Garcia. No, no, no.
I don't understand.
Wireless Internet.
By wirelessly hooking
into the Net here to get online,
the hacker could have gotten
into my computer first,
and I have far less protection
on my own laptop.
And he could have gotten into the entire
Bureau computer system this way?
Yeah, it's possible.
Playing a game?
How could you be that stupid?
Information, files.
You have a responsibility.
I know, sir. I'm so sorry.
-But I found him.
-You what?
I know who he is, the hacker.
His name is Giles. Frank Giles.
He lives in Arlington, Virginia,
four miles from here.
-I have his address.
-Garcia, you said Giles?
-Clear!
-Door!
Okay here.
-Frank Giles? FBI.
-Come out, Giles!
You've got to be kidding me.
Hotch! Gideon! I think you're
going to want to see this.
-He's definitely playing with us.
-His identification checks out.
That's Frank Giles.
There's a big old bag of money
sitting right here on the dresser.
So Giles took Harris to Jamaica
to kill him
and then the UnSub killed Giles.
Yeah, but he paid him first.
-And left the cash?
-Well, he's apparently well-funded.
He said these were
"unrepentant, bad men."
Are we looking for some kind of vigilante?
No. The bodies are nothing
but a way to get us interested.
They're game pieces.
The killings are secondary.
Well, this guy likes to write things
in blood on walls.
All kinds of cult
and demonic significance to that.
"Thy? Doth? Quest?
Thy quest doth truly begin."
I mean, why start phrasing things
like this now?
Yeah, all the other messages
were in modern English.
Maybe this is the first one
the UnSub actually wrote.
So we're looking for Shakespeare?
-Hey, guys?
-Yeah.
There's something etched on the blade.
"To learn of what should next be done,
leave the blade till the hour be none."
-"Hour be none"?
-"Leave the blade."
Elle, move for a second.
Move to your left.
-The bed's in the middle of the room.
-Which isn't by chance.
And maybe the light from here casts
a shadow and points to something.
Come on. Are we in the middle
of an Indiana Jones movie?
"The hour be none."
Well, midnight is 0000 hours
in 24-hour time. Would that be none?
-Midnight wouldn't cast a shadow.
-"Hour be none."
3:00 p.m.
Hey, guys.
Garcia told me where to find you.
-3:00 p.m.?
-It's medieval.
The days used to be broken
into hourly intervals,
the canonical hours of the breviary.
Prime, 6:00 a.m., terce, 9:00 a.m.,
sext, 12:00 noon, none, 3:00 p.m.,
and vespers, 6:00 p.m.
Reid, do not ever go away again.
Medieval.
That's why the language changed.
"Doth."
Everything this guy does is a clue.
Okay, but, guys, it's 4:35.
What do we do?
Leave the blade in till
3:00 p.m. tomorrow?
Not if we can block that window out.
Do you have any spotlights in your car?
-Sure.
-Thanks, Gina.
See, the sun is right here at 5:00 p.m.
Morgan, follow the shadow
as I move the light higher.
-Okay, and do what?
-Tap.
It's hollow.
Definitely an Indiana Jones movie.
Feels like the wallpaper's been replaced.
Tear it open.
-It's a box.
-HOTCH: Take it out.
-Wait, are we sure that's safe?
-What, you think it's a bomb?
You think he'd be playing this game
just to blow us up?
He'd have already done that as long
as we've been standing here.
It's locked. You want me to break it?
No, we should process it first.
"The youngest holds the key."
(MUSIC BOX PLAYING THE TROUT QUINTET)
Schubert. The Trout Quintet.
Five people fishing.
"Never would it be night, but always
clear day to any man's sight."
Well, that was worth it.
The lid.
Little tab right under the lock.
ELLE: Oh, God.
(SIGHING)
-Do you have that evidence bag?
-Here you go.
"Thy quest."
HOTCH: He moves funny.
It's like he's injured or something.
I assure you, you will all understand
in the end why it must be this way.
You might even thank me.
Don't hold your breath, scumbag.
You know now you're on a quest.
A young girl's life depends
on the successful completion of it.
As you can see, she is quite beautiful
and in distress.
Now please listen closely,
for there is one rule
and this rule must be followed.
The one rule is, only the members of
your team may participate in the quest:
Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner,
Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway,
Spencer Reid,
Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia.
A quest must be completed in
the proper way or it isn't a quest, is it?
That's it. One rule. Simple.
Now, you will be receiving an item soon
that will hold the final clue
you will need to finish the quest.
You will find you will also need
a book which has inspired
many an adventure like mine.
Believe me when I tell you
I truly hope to see you all soon.
It will mean a successful end
to this adventure for all of us.
-This guy's got pictures of us?
-What do we do now?
Well, the lock of hair's
being analysed for DNA.
There might be something on file.
I'll get Video to enhance
the shots of the girl.
Let's get the clues up on the board.
Maybe we can make some sense of something.
ELLE: Wait, we're going
to play this guy's game?
REID: Do we have a choice?
Be right back.
You guys keep working.
Jason?
Jason!
What is it? What's wrong?
What's the matter with you?
I... I just have nothing left.
-Yeah, I'm tired, too.
-No, no, no.
I needed a place where I didn't
have to know what was out there.
Where I could
just close my eyes and not see
bodies torn to pieces
or hear children calling out for help.
That cabin was the only thing I had left,
and this guy took it away from me.
-Jason...
-Maybe I'm out of gas.
I'd like to be alone, please.
-Mrs. Hotchner.
-Hey.
Haley.
I've been trying to call you,
but you haven't
been answering your cell.
Oh, no, my battery died.
We just got back. What's wrong?
A man came to the door with something
he said you would need right away.
That a girl's life depended on it.
-He came to the door?
-Yeah.
What's going on, Aaron?
Honey, what did the guy look like
who came to the door?
Look like? Um, I don't know.
Young. Dark hair.
Did he look injured?
-Injured?
-Yeah.
I mean,
did he seem injured in any way?
No. He was just a guy.
He told me what he was giving me,
you needed right away,
that a girl's life depended on it.
-Well, that's not a normal delivery.
-No.
What do you mean?
Well, they don't come
with detailed messages like that.
Did he say all these things to you?
Were they in a note?
No, he said them.
If he isn't the UnSub,
he probably talked to him.
-What's going on?
-It's the case we're working on.
What did he deliver?
Um, a piece of paper with numbers on it.
The team's got it.
It's in the conference room.
My eyes are so heavy
I can barely see it.
REID: I think it's a
coded message of some sort.
The UnSub said we needed
a book, didn't he?
Yeah. "A book that inspired
many an adventure."
It's a book code.
Each one of these sets of numbers
represents a particular word.
For instance, page 118,
line 30, word three.
We need to figure out what the words are
and fill in the blanks.
-Yeah, but from what book?
-I don't know.
The trouble is, it has to be
the exact same edition
of the exact same book that he used.
Just got a DNA hit on the lock of hair.
Rebecca Bryant.
She's been missing out of Boston
for two years.
Two years?,
Guys, how are we supposed to figure out
which book this code was copied out of?
I have no idea.
We need Haley to sit with a sketch artist
and get a picture of this guy.
We can have JJ get it out
on the newswires. Tell the world.
Tell the world?
Well, he may have seen
this son of a bitch.
Didn't he say that we had to keep this
within the team?
Yeah.
Get a sketch artist up here.
He said we have everything needed
to complete the quest.
The answer's got to be up there somewhere.
JJ, get some reporters here
as soon as possible.
-For what?
-Just say we need help on a new case.
Press conference?
Thank you all for coming.
Haley and the baby get into a hotel?
-Yeah.
-Good.
Think this is going to work?
I think it's going to send
the right message.
We're looking for this man
in connection with several murders.
He is approximately 25 years of age.
He delivered a package
to one of our agents last night.
If anyone has any information
regarding this subject,
please contact
your local FBI office immediately.
No, no, no, no.
Rebecca?
I'm afraid I must go out again.
A Pale Clouded Yellow butterfly
indigenous to Great Britain?
How's it going?
The answer to what book
we need has to be in here.
-Yeah, but we sure as hell can't see it.
-Yet.
-Elle?
-I'm awake.
-I'm sending you home.
-No.
You need to get some rest,
and we won't do anything without you.
-I promise.
-Elle, seriously,
we're not any closer than we were.
Get out of here. Go home.
-But...
-It's an order.
Let's go.
Come on.
-Anderson, take Greenaway home.
-Yes, sir.
-No, I'm fine.
-I'll have your car brought over later.
All right, come on, Anderson.
-Get some sleep.
-Yeah.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I sent Elle home with Anderson.
She hasn't slept in 36 hours.
Good.
(SIGHING)
-I told you there was one rule.
-No.
One rule, Agent Greenaway.
-Stop.
-Do you not consider
that holding a press conference
is going outside the team for help?
-Listen.
-One rule!
Listen to me!
We can talk about this.
I told you this was important!
(GUN FIRING)