Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 13, Episode 2 - To a Better Place - full transcript
Following the final incident with Scratch, the team has been taking a mandatory break to decompress. In addition, Reid has gone through his reinstatement evaluation, he who has been ...
Can you believe this?
Flat tire.
It's karma.
You know that, right?
How you figure?
The universe meant for us
to stop at that diner we passed
and have a beer,
let the tires cool down.
This flat cost us
a good 10 minutes.
We're gonna need
to hit it extra hard
the rest of the way.
You ever been to a dog race?
Nope.
Well, the way they
get the dogs to run is,
they send out this
electric rabbit,
Rusty the rabbit.
It's hooked on the guardrail,
it zips around in front of the dogs.
This one time I went,
the lead dog
got out so far
ahead of the others,
it actually caught
the damn thing.
The dog was electrocuted.
That's a horrible story.
And the point of it being,
sometimes slow and steady wins the race.
You hear that?
Hear what?
It's like a humming.
Kind of gilded the lily
on that last one, agent.
I wanted to be sure.
That the bad guy was
shredded like taco cheese?
I'll send the results over to
the review board this evening.
Did I do ok?
Like the second coming of Wyatt Earp.
Or... Al Capone, maybe.
Good morning, Dr. Reid.
Morning.
Have a seat.
It's our last session.
I bet you're glad
to see this day come.
I am.
Don't forget, you weren't singled out.
Your entire team had 6
weeks of mandated leave.
True, but I am the only one
being evaluated for reinstatement.
You're the only one on probation.
You've had a lifetime's worth of trauma
packed into the last 6 months.
Mexico.
Prison.
The situation with your mother.
Add to that the loss of a team member.
It's a lot, I know. It is a lot.
But I'm fine now.
When do you think
the board will make their decision?
I feel like we've discussed...
The decision's been made...
Last night.
What is it?
Dr. Reid, several years ago,
we had a reinstatement hearing
very much like this one.
Like you, an outstanding agent.
Like you, had been through a lot.
We reinstated him.
Two months later, he overreacted
in a hostage situation
and nearly cost 3 people their lives.
All that is a way of saying
that we didn't arrive at
this decision in haste.
They said no?
They said yes.
They said yes?
The review board
unanimously approved
your full reinstatement.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
There is a condition, however,
and you may not like it,
but it's nonnegotiable.
It's like the first day back at school.
And what did you do over your
summer vacation, Emily Prentiss?
Boob tube.
I always heard people
talk about binge-watching,
so I decided to try it.
There's nothing wrong with that.
They told us to unplug.
You were just following orders.
Where do you want these, boss?
What are they?
Backlog of cases I assisted on
while the rest of you were off.
Right there will be fine.
That's a bad sign when
you need a forklift
to move around the serial killer files.
How was it?
I mean talk about
being dropped into the
deep end of the pool.
Oh, it's just nice to be
swimming in the stateside pool.
Family loves having Dad
around a little more,
and for the first time in a decade...
My internal clock is normalizing.
Speaking of getting back to normal,
we might need a new box.
We've got a case.
It's so great to see
all of your faces again.
I have a couple of announcements.
Please hold your applause
until I'm done.
As you have obviously heard,
Dr. Spencer Reid has
been fully reinstated.
Welcome back, Spence.
Whoo-hoo! Yes!
Oh.
That's not the end, is it?
I would also like to thank
the newest member of
our team, Matt Simmons,
for holding down the fort
when we were on the sidelines.
IRT's loss is our gain.
So welcome aboard, Matt.
Thank you. It is great to be here, guys.
Is that the end?
That is the end.
Whoo-hoo! Yes!
Ok, let's get things started.
Ah, allow me to provide
the unhappy transition
to the sad
part of our day job.
Ok, yesterday afternoon
in Naples, Florida,
two bicyclists stumbled upon
26-year-old Ann Baker.
She had been put in a suitcase
and left by the side of the road.
Disarticulated?
I hate that I know what that word means.
No, she was in one piece.
Police found this in
Ann Baker's apartment.
She was getting ready for dinner.
Food was chopped and pans were ready.
A special dinner.
It looks like wine,
candles, flowers, the works.
Table for two.
Maybe her dining
partner suddenly acquired
an appetite for something else.
Police report says no sign
or forced entry or struggle.
Yes, however,
some of the victim's blood
was found in the apartment,
so that means she was probably
killed there and then moved.
If the unsub simply wanted her dead,
why not just leave her there?
The obvious answer is
it wasn't that simple.
It's not easy to fold
somebody up like a road map.
Our unsub is strong.
He's had practice.
Two weeks ago, police found this.
She has not been identified yet
besides the fact that she is a she.
Similar suitcases.
And they look old, almost vintage.
We have suitcases of our
own to pack. Wheels up in 30.
*CRIMINAL MINDS*
Season 13 Episode 02
Title: " To a Better Place"
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Serial killer
Carl Panzram said,
"I believe the only way to
reform people is to kill them."
Till we get an I.D. on our Jane Doe,
victimology is limited to Ann Baker,
so what do we know?
Uh, Florida native,
worked as an R.N for a local hospital,
volunteered at a palliative
care facility on the weekends.
Well-liked by friends
and co-workers.
What about her love life?
That plus one missing from
that dinner bothers me.
It says here she was single.
Never married.
Boyfriends, Garcia?
None currently, although Ann did have
an active social media presence.
Including dating apps.
Do we know where the
luggage was purchased?
Not at any retail outlet
in the greater Naples area,
- I can tell you that much.
- Symbolism 101 will tell you
he sends his victims packing.
Hit the road, Jack,
and don't come back.
Or revenge, maybe, on a woman
who once sent him packing.
Jilted lover. That's how
Ted Bundy got started.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You guys, another woman's body
has been found in a suitcase
by a bus stop. She's been
identified as Laura Weston.
Ok, Alvez, when we land, go to
this new bus stop crime scene.
A place this public, there
have got to be witnesses
or surveillance cameras.
Dave, JJ, you'll go talk the M.E.
Matt, Tara, you'll go
to Laura Weston"™s home.
Reid, you and I will
set up at the local PD.
C.O.D. on Laura Weston was
asphyxia, like the other victims.
Unlike the others, she
suffered lacerations
to her arms and hands.
Defensive wounds.
But he didn't use a knife to kill her.
Must have been to initially control her.
I wanted you to see this.
Did the other two victims
have lipstick like that?
Our Jane Doe was too decomposed to tell.
Ann Baker, yes,
but not this exaggerated.
Any evidence of sexual assault?
None. Which surprised me.
Laura was wearing this and only this
when she was found at the bus stop.
And there were traces of nonoxynol-9
on her fingertips.
Spermicide.
Condoms are sometimes
treated with nonoxynol-9.
Well, unless this was under
duress or postmortem staging,
it looks like the victim was
preparing for consensual sex.
Yeah. And probably with the man
who was about to murder her.
They're comparing dental
records to our Jane Doe.
Hopefully we'll get an I.D. soon.
You ok?
Mm-hmm.
No. Actually, no.
What's going on?
There was a condition
to my reinstatement.
For every 100 days that
I spend in the field,
I'm required to take 30 days off.
I know. They told me.
So it's not even a full reinstatement.
Of course it is.
The 30-day clause is just
a temporary safety valve.
We all need one now and then.
Hell, I just finished
watching 119 episodes
of "The amazing race"
for that reason.
Besides, it's not like
you'll be put in mothballs
for those 30 days.
I've arranged for you
to teach a series of
seminars to other agents.
Seminars about what?
That's up to you.
The world according to Spencer Reid.
Are you worried?
About what?
About me being in the field,
that I might freak out, overreact?
Why would you even...
Because I wanted to kill Scratch.
Standing room only on that bus.
No, I mean it literally.
After what he did to you,
if I had found him,
I would have killed him.
And... I would have slept well.
The review board asked me to weigh in
before they made their decision,
and I told them
that you are rock solid.
Thank you for putting
yourself out on a limb for me.
I know you, Spencer.
The limb isn't going to break.
Laura Weston"™s parents are waiting
for me in the interview room.
Anything from the bus stop?
Zero.
No witnesses, no video.
Bus line didn't go anywhere special,
so either this guy is
really lucky or he's really good.
They did pull some blood off
the handle of the suitcase
that might belong to the unsub.
So maybe he injured himself
this time?
I'll call local E.Rs,
check to see if anybody
that fits the unsub's profile
might have gotten
stitched up last night.
Good. Keep me posted.
There you go.
Oh, careful. It's hot.
Thanks.
Thought I recognized that sound.
What sound?
Barista mating call.
Stop being ridiculous.
He works here all week
and then shows up on his one day off?
It's not the coffee he's
coming in for. It's you.
I'm not gonna bother him.
He told me a family
member died recently.
So?
So, I don't exactly think
his mind's on dating.
I said mating, not dating.
And he's a guy, Helen.
That stuff's never off their minds.
Fine. But I don't want to hear it
when one day he leaves
and you're sitting here
crying about what
could have been. Mm-mmm.
Same as Ann's apartment.
Table for two, wine, candles, all of it.
Tara checked Laura's lipstick
stash at her apartment.
She only used gloss or pale tones.
So he brings the lipstick with
him just like the suitcases.
Hey, how'd it go with Laura's parents?
Worst part of the job.
Always has been, always will be.
They have any idea who
might have done this?
No. They said their daughter
was warm and generous,
the type who always befriended
the unpopular kid in school.
She never saw a stray dog
she didn't want to adopt.
She was working as a yacht
broker down at the marina.
She have any men in her life?
Nobody special.
Like Ann Baker, she
was using dating apps.
Her parents did say that she
had been depressed recently.
Her best friend died in a
drowning accident in California.
She was struggling with it.
These are sexualized environments,
but no sexual activity.
You think impotence is fueling his rage?
Except that typically
happens in the moment.
This unsub comes to the
scene with a suitcase ready.
It is premeditated.
Ok, so both victims gravitated
toward those in need.
Lewis mentioned Ted Bundy on the jet.
I mean, what if it's
that, just with a twist?
How do you twist what's already twisted?
Bundy's ruse was to pretend
to be injured, right?
Hobble around on crutches,
ask women for help.
Yeah, he needed that prop.
But would-be victims are savvier today.
The crutch would need to be more subtle.
Like?
Something internal.
Not a broken bone.
Maybe a broken heart.
Thought you might want a refill.
Oh. Thank you.
What happened to your hand?
Oh, cut it by accident.
Sort of in a fog these days.
I know the feeling.
To lose somebody close, I mean.
My dad died when I was 9.
I'm sorry.
You have somebody you
can talk to about it?
My grandmother, but she's sick.
I don't like to upset her.
Are you ok?
Uh... sorry.
Woman: Let me help you. Can
I buy you another coffee?
We haven't matched dental
records on our Jane Doe yet.
We'll widen the search
100 miles at a time.
Hopefully she didn't get her
cavities filled in Alaska.
Guys, both victims were wearing a
lipstick called Midnight surprise,
which contains red dye
number 2 and amaranth,
but here's the thing... red dye
number 2 was found to be carcinogenic
and has been banned in the manufacturing
of cosmetics since the 1980s.
Midnight surprise.
So I guess lip cancer
qualifies as a surprise.
Old suitcases and 30-year-old lipstick.
This guy's fixated on the past.
Or a woman from the past.
Someone who maybe packed up and left
when our unsub was a child.
His mother.
If our unsub was abandoned,
his current victims
could be surrogates for
the female who left him.
Grandma?
Where have you been?
Please don't be mad.
I've met someone.
Her name is Helen and she works
at the coffee shop with me.
I told you about her before, remember?
She's not like the
others, Grandma, honest.
She told me today she lost
her dad when she was 9,
almost like me with my mom.
Her father died.
Your mother left.
But Helen understands.
Is this what you want, a whore,
just like all the rest?
Don't call her that.
That's what she is, a whore.
And she's gonna leave you.
She's gonna go.
She's gonna leave you
just like your mother.
No!
No!
No. No, no, don't leave!
Come back!
No!
I'm still trying to find an overlap
with these victims.
One's a nurse, one sells boats,
how are they intersecting
with the unsub?
Death, maybe?
Ann Baker, she volunteered
at a palliative care facility, right?
And Laura had a friend
who just recently died.
By drowning, in California.
But Prentiss said that Laura
was struggling with depression.
So what if she sought out help...
Counseling or a support group?
A Ted Bundy for the emo generation.
Grief and loss are the bait,
and that's how he draws
his victims into his orbit.
I'm sorry.
You were right about Helen.
We're looking for a
male in his early to mid-20s.
He's strong enough to
strangle his victims,
stuff them into oversize luggage,
and then transport the bodies
to secondary disposal sites.
He's mostly likely handsome
and non-threatening.
He's able to insinuate himself
into his victims' lives romantically
before murdering them.
But this person differs from the usual
charm-and-harm killer in that he
does not actively seduce his victims.
Rather, they come to him.
He hunts by making himself the hunted.
In psychoanalysis, this is known
as the Florence Nightingale effect,
a term given to caregivers
who develop strong sexual
or romantic relationships
with their patients.
We believe the stressor has
been in place since childhood
and involves abandonment
by a maternal figure,
most likely his actual mother.
But this goes far
beyond the mere seeking out
of lost motherly love.
For some reason, his need is entangled
with intense and ritualistic
homicidal impulses.
Something or someone
else could be in play.
Up until now, he's been able to easily
compartmentalize his life,
separating the psychopath who kills
from the part of him who easily
blends into normal society.
However, something
recently triggered a breakdown
in these walls, and
his ability to separate
the sane from the psychopath
is rapidly eroding.
We therefore expect this
killer will become more reckless
and more violent.
Time is of the essence.
You know what you have to do.
She's a whore,
like all the others.
Florence Nightingale.
Why does that type of
woman flip his switch?
I could make a joke about
uniforms and sponge baths.
But that would be beneath me. I...
No witnesses, geo
profile's been a dead end.
We can at least narrow
down the timeframe.
Did the M.E. have an estimate
on when Jane Doe was killed?
Ballpark, month and a half ago.
So the end of August, roughly.
Garcia?
Welcome to the request
line at noon with Penny.
What's your pleasure?
I need you to check and
see if anything unusual
happened in the Naples area during
the last two weeks of August.
Unusual. Can you narrow
that down a skosh?
Not yet, unfortunately.
Then I will seek out unusual.
Garcia, did you look for any overlap
between Laura's support group
and the palliative facility
Ann volunteered with?
Yeah, I did, but there wasn't any.
Ok, expand it to include
friends and extended family.
Expansion commencing.
Request line is closed. Mwah!
Given the high-profile dump sites,
I am amazed this guy's
remained so elusive.
He's passive. Back when
I was on the fugitive taskforce,
those were the hardest ones to catch.
Both victims were level-headed women,
measured, pragmatic, not the type
for impulsive whirlwind romance.
It allows the courtship
period to proceed slowly.
But we have taken that
luxury away from him.
Now, without the time
to select and groom,
odds are he'll just get less selective.
Aah! Aah!
Oh! No! No!
Aah! Aah!
Uh!
Oh...
All right. We caught a break.
General records IDed Jane Doe,
our first victim, as Patty Dunlop...
Single, originally from Philadelphia.
We're digging now for a local address.
Work history?
It's sketchy.
She bounced around a lot...
Taos, Key West, Sedona.
I smell a trust fund
kid in patchouli oil.
Who didn't have a whole lot of friends.
No one reported her missing.
Holly Lefferts... attorney,
recently remarried.
Is her husband here?
In Asia on business.
Hold on.
Well, if I know my Midnight surprise,
this is Midnight surprise.
Yeah. Looks like it's
smeared on like the others,
and then he tried to clean it up.
Her blouse is buttoned wrong,
and the zipper on her skirt
is facing the wrong way.
He put her clothes back on.
M.E. did say there was evidence
of sexual assault this time...
No ligature marks
but severe bruising around her neck.
If he did strangle her,
this time, it was hands on.
Or she died from blunt force trauma.
Looks like the back of
her skull's been damaged.
Ok, so a married victim,
blitz attack, no suitcase.
I mean, if it wasn't for
the Midnight surprise,
I'd have serious doubts
this was even our guy.
We didn't release the lipstick detail
to the public, so it's not a copycat.
Overkill, then undoing and remorse.
This guy's all over the place now.
Got an address on Patty Dunlop,
our Jane Doe from the swamp.
Matt and Tara are checking it out.
We better head back. Ok.
Where have you been?
- Work.
- Liar.
I'm gonna ask Helen out tonight.
Something happened with you today...
Did you hear what I just said?
Something evil.
You're not listening.
I'm going to ask Helen out tonight,
and there's nothing
you can do to stop me.
Then leave like your mother,
could never ever make
it in the real world.
I'm going. You can't stop me.
You're living under my roof,
you'll do what I say.
- Mommy?
- Stop yelling.
- You're upsetting him.
- Oh.
You're worried about
him all of a sudden?
God, don't make me laugh.
You're drunk.
Better than being a whore,
which is what you are.
Your own mother left you...
Don't talk about that.
And this girl is no different.
Thanks.
Well, no wine and dine here
before Patty Dunlop
got dumped in the swamp.
So as far as we know,
this was the unsub's first kill.
His M.O. might have
been a work in progress.
Garcia said Patricia had no family
and few friends, so how did her
- and the unsub meet?
- Yeah.
I'm not really seeing
how she fit into
this grief-and-loss world
like the other victims.
No family and a few friends?
Find something?
Yeah.
That's a lot of kitchenware
for someone who lives alone.
Garcia?
What are you doing here?
Your shift doesn't start for another...
- I quit.
- What?
Told Brad this morning.
I'm shocked.
I'm gonna miss you... or, I mean,
we're gonna miss you at work.
What I came for was,
you want to go out tonight...
Tonight?
Have a beer or something?
It's ok if you don't want to.
No. I want to. That sounds like fun.
Should we meet somewhere or...
Why don't I pick you up
here and bring you back?
Sounds good. Heh.
Great.
♪ Bow chick-a bow wow ♪
Ha ha!
What is it, Garcia?
You know,
people think they can
get things past me by doing
those things under the table.
What they don't know
about me is, I am an expert
in under-the-table topography,
so... even though that's
where people leave
their gross, chewed-up gum...
I always look under the table.
The reason why Patty Dunlop
had a gazillion plates
is because she was
running an unofficialish,
one-woman catering
business from her home.
Do we know who her clients were?
Partially. That's that
under-the-table part.
I can tell you
that they do not include
Ann's hospital,
Laura's yacht club,
or the community center where
the support group was held.
As soon as I know more, of
course, I'm gonna hit you back.
A tout a l'heure.
Our latest victim... Holly Lefferts.
Well, along with everything else,
she goes against personality type.
But there's profound
and multilayered conflict
at work here, as well, I
mean, unprecedented rage
followed by incredible tenderness.
We've seen that type
of behavior before when
the circle's tightening around
the unsub's primary target.
Yeah, so why keep circling?
I mean, it's like he's trying to divert
his homicidal impulses
onto someone else.
He can't bring himself to do it.
Our unsub might actually be in love
with his ultimate target.
So...
Here we are.
Everything ok?
I was just worried
that you would change your mind.
Why would I do that?
People have left me before.
Ha! Whoa.
All we're doing is
getting a beer, right?
Right. Heh.
Sorry. Listen.
You mind if we stop by
my grandmother's first?
Of course not.
I'd like you to meet her.
Really? Why?
I don't know.
Show her how different
you are from most women.
Uh, sure.
Well, my grandmother is
very protective of me.
Hmm.
Oh, that is fascinating.
Throw us a bone, Penelope.
Chew on this, Fido.
Sir, you need to know
that when I said that,
in my mind's eye, that
was a sleuthing dog,
little, houndstooth cap and a pipe
- who's very good at solving crime.
- Penelope, the bone, please?
Uh, it turns out that Patty Dunlop's
last catering gig was
a small memorial service
for an elderly woman
named Edith Lynch.
- When did she die?
- August 27 of emphysema.
So that's right around the time
we think Patty was murdered.
That falls squarely into
the grief-and-loss basket.
Oh, and I am about
to sweetened that pot...
I mean, basket. Ok.
In the weeks that led
up to Edith's death,
she received palliative
care from... anybody?
- Ann Baker.
- We got a winner.
Did Edith have
family in the area?
She's got a grandson,
and he's a doozy...
William Lynch, aka Billy.
I don't want to prejudge,
but his unsub credentials
are, like, stellar... long
list of psychiatric problems,
multiple visits to the E.R. as a child
for self-inflicted cutting wounds.
Where are his parents?
Dad was never around,
Mom... Ruth, lots of drug problems,
and she bailed on him when he was 6.
So his grandparents raised him.
That's partially true.
Grandpa, Joseph Lynch,
he's been missing in
action from way back.
He ran off with another woman
shortly after he married Edith.
Leaving Edith to raise
their daughter Ruth alone.
And then Billy
alone 25 years later.
Get out your insulin because
here's where the pot...
That is, the basket...
Gets the sweetest.
Back in August after Edith
died, Billy sought counseling.
"Where?" you ask?
"At the community center where Laura
had her support group," I answer.
He may not have
been part of her group,
but they could've easily
crossed paths there.
So Edith was
probably the only thing
that kept a lid on Billy's
destructive behavior.
Then she dies, and these murders start.
I am sending you Billy's
work and home address now.
Matt, you and
Lewis go to his workplace.
We'll send JJ and Alvez
to check out his apartment.
Grandma?
Your grandma lives here?
All her life.
We had an argument earlier.
She's probably angry
and went out for a while.
Maybe it's better if I
meet her another time.
Well, pretty sure she'll
be back any second.
No. Really, I should go.
What are you talking about?
Will you take me home, please?
No.
It's important that my
grandmother meet you.
I'm leaving.
You won't.
Can I help you with something?
Yeah. We're
looking for a William Lynch.
We understand he works here.
Billy? He quit this morning.
You just missed him, actually.
Something wrong?
How long ago was he here?
About an hour.
He came by to pick up Helen,
one of our workers.
I think they were going on a date.
Oh, there's got to be a
story behind that scowl.
Ruth Lynch, Billy's missing mother.
The one who bailed 20 years ago.
Here's the thing.
The more you look into it,
the less she seems
like the type to abandon her child.
I thought she had drug issues.
She did,
but she'd been going to rehab,
and on paper,
she was a good mother,
responsible. She kept her child's
vaccinations up to date.
She even spent
what little extra money
she had to send Billy
to summer camp.
Was a missing persons
report filed at the time?
Yes, filed by a friend
named Susan Aldrete.
Do we know where this
Susan Aldrete is now?
She's in Fort Myers.
I just called her,
but she didn't want to talk.
Well, that's not too long a drive.
Why don't I go up there and give it
a try myself?
I've got a face that middle-aged women
can't say no to.
Ha ha ha!
Reid, it's me and JJ.
What's going on?
Billy Lynch isn't at
work or his apartment.
Yeah, but Garcia said there's also
his grandmother's house.
After she died, the city said
it wasn't up to code, so I don't think
- anyone's living there.
- Hey, Spence, you're
closer than the rest of us.
Do you think you can check it out?
- On my way.
- All right.
We're 10 minutes behind you.
I came back.
She tried to leave,
just like you said she would.
I was wrong.
She is like all the rest.
You know what you have to do.
Hey, Rossi. What is it?
I just had a talk with Susan Aldrete.
Apparently, she and
Ruth planned to share
an apartment here in Fort Myers
when Ruth disappeared.
What happened? Did Ruth get cold feet?
I don't think so.
She was shipping some of her stuff
up to Susan ahead of time.
- Like what?
- Mostly clothes,
but Ruth sent something else.
Susan said she's been holding on to it
all these years as something
to remember Ruth and Billy by.
What is it?
A toy, a little, red tow truck.
My mom leaving...
is practically the
first memory I ever had.
Watched her throw stuff
in a suitcase and go away.
That was a long time ago.
It wasn't your fault.
Huh.
My grandma knew.
You can't trust women.
They paint their lips,
and they take what they want.
FBI. Drop the knife. Do it.
No. I have to make it right.
This is none of your business!
Billy, I know something,
something about your mother Ruth.
Don't talk about her.
You're not allowed to talk about her.
Can we talk about Susan Aldrete?
Who's that?
Susan was your mother's best friend,
and 20 years ago, your mother was going
to go live with her, and
she was taking you along.
No, she wasn't.
Billy, when you were
little, you had a toy truck.
Do you remember? It was a tow truck.
It had a hook with a piece of string
on the back for towing other cars.
You remember this?
You do, don't you?
Your mother shipped
things ahead of time,
your things, including that toy,
and Susan held on to it all these years
to remember you and to
remember your mother.
Your mother loved you, Billy.
She was not going to leave you.
I think something bad
happened between her
and your grandmother.
Go on. Leave.
You think you're something special,
but your not.
Come on, Billy. Let's go.
You can't just
ignore me like this.
Can't forget your jacket, Billy.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, my baby.
Oh, my God.
Baby, no. I'm... I'm sorry.
Please don't leave me.
Think back, Billy.
Your grandmother was angry.
So much yelling.
She was angry because
she had been abandoned,
too, once by your grandfather,
and... she didn't want
to be left alone again.
It's over, Billy. Drop the knife.
Aagh!
- You ok?
- I'm good, thanks.
It's ok.
Naples PD may have found
Ruth Lynch.
Cadaver dogs were alerted to something
buried in the grandmother's backyard.
Well, her husband
leaving with the other woman
must have sent Edith
Lynch over the edge.
Ah, it wasn't just another woman.
Edith's husband got seriously ill
after they had Ruth.
When he got better, he ran off with
the pretty, young nurse
that looked after him.
Solves the
Florence Nightingale of it.
Now, what do you suppose the odds are
that nurse's lipstick
was Midnight surprise?
So first official
BAU case with the gang, Matt.
How does it feel?
Well, it's like riding a bicycle,
a sick, aberrant bicycle.
I am used to a slightly
larger plane, though, so...
I'll put in a
requisition for an upgrade.
Speaking of upgrades,
I need to upgrade this drink.
Upgrade me, as well, please.
- You got it.
- Thank you.
You did great back there.
I mean it.
Well, Rossi did most of the work.
He found the information I needed,
and Billy was no Mr. Scratch.
No. Sure, he is.
All those guys are
variations on the same theme.
You know, a box cutter's a
box cutter in anybody's hands.
Hey, so let's have it.
How's it feel to be back, Spence?
Feels good, you know?
It's a little strange but good,
and I can't put my finger on it,
but it kind of feels
like something's changed.
You were in a
maximum-security prison.
I mean, if you were unchanged by that,
you wouldn't be normal.
The weird thing is, it doesn't feel like
it's all necessarily bad.
I think maybe... maybe
something good came out of it.
- Like?
- Um.
Do you remember how I used
to be freaked out about germs?
You and microorganisms. No.
It's not ringing a bell. I...
Well, I'm not all that
bothered by it anymore.
I guess all those days
in the prison yard,
you know,
germs don't seem so bad.
That's great, Spence.
Here. Dig in.
Baby steps.
Baby steps.
"You can't connect the dots
"looking forward.
"You can only connect
them looking backwards,
"so you have to trust that
they will somehow connect
in your future""
Steve Jobs.
♪♪
Flat tire.
It's karma.
You know that, right?
How you figure?
The universe meant for us
to stop at that diner we passed
and have a beer,
let the tires cool down.
This flat cost us
a good 10 minutes.
We're gonna need
to hit it extra hard
the rest of the way.
You ever been to a dog race?
Nope.
Well, the way they
get the dogs to run is,
they send out this
electric rabbit,
Rusty the rabbit.
It's hooked on the guardrail,
it zips around in front of the dogs.
This one time I went,
the lead dog
got out so far
ahead of the others,
it actually caught
the damn thing.
The dog was electrocuted.
That's a horrible story.
And the point of it being,
sometimes slow and steady wins the race.
You hear that?
Hear what?
It's like a humming.
Kind of gilded the lily
on that last one, agent.
I wanted to be sure.
That the bad guy was
shredded like taco cheese?
I'll send the results over to
the review board this evening.
Did I do ok?
Like the second coming of Wyatt Earp.
Or... Al Capone, maybe.
Good morning, Dr. Reid.
Morning.
Have a seat.
It's our last session.
I bet you're glad
to see this day come.
I am.
Don't forget, you weren't singled out.
Your entire team had 6
weeks of mandated leave.
True, but I am the only one
being evaluated for reinstatement.
You're the only one on probation.
You've had a lifetime's worth of trauma
packed into the last 6 months.
Mexico.
Prison.
The situation with your mother.
Add to that the loss of a team member.
It's a lot, I know. It is a lot.
But I'm fine now.
When do you think
the board will make their decision?
I feel like we've discussed...
The decision's been made...
Last night.
What is it?
Dr. Reid, several years ago,
we had a reinstatement hearing
very much like this one.
Like you, an outstanding agent.
Like you, had been through a lot.
We reinstated him.
Two months later, he overreacted
in a hostage situation
and nearly cost 3 people their lives.
All that is a way of saying
that we didn't arrive at
this decision in haste.
They said no?
They said yes.
They said yes?
The review board
unanimously approved
your full reinstatement.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
There is a condition, however,
and you may not like it,
but it's nonnegotiable.
It's like the first day back at school.
And what did you do over your
summer vacation, Emily Prentiss?
Boob tube.
I always heard people
talk about binge-watching,
so I decided to try it.
There's nothing wrong with that.
They told us to unplug.
You were just following orders.
Where do you want these, boss?
What are they?
Backlog of cases I assisted on
while the rest of you were off.
Right there will be fine.
That's a bad sign when
you need a forklift
to move around the serial killer files.
How was it?
I mean talk about
being dropped into the
deep end of the pool.
Oh, it's just nice to be
swimming in the stateside pool.
Family loves having Dad
around a little more,
and for the first time in a decade...
My internal clock is normalizing.
Speaking of getting back to normal,
we might need a new box.
We've got a case.
It's so great to see
all of your faces again.
I have a couple of announcements.
Please hold your applause
until I'm done.
As you have obviously heard,
Dr. Spencer Reid has
been fully reinstated.
Welcome back, Spence.
Whoo-hoo! Yes!
Oh.
That's not the end, is it?
I would also like to thank
the newest member of
our team, Matt Simmons,
for holding down the fort
when we were on the sidelines.
IRT's loss is our gain.
So welcome aboard, Matt.
Thank you. It is great to be here, guys.
Is that the end?
That is the end.
Whoo-hoo! Yes!
Ok, let's get things started.
Ah, allow me to provide
the unhappy transition
to the sad
part of our day job.
Ok, yesterday afternoon
in Naples, Florida,
two bicyclists stumbled upon
26-year-old Ann Baker.
She had been put in a suitcase
and left by the side of the road.
Disarticulated?
I hate that I know what that word means.
No, she was in one piece.
Police found this in
Ann Baker's apartment.
She was getting ready for dinner.
Food was chopped and pans were ready.
A special dinner.
It looks like wine,
candles, flowers, the works.
Table for two.
Maybe her dining
partner suddenly acquired
an appetite for something else.
Police report says no sign
or forced entry or struggle.
Yes, however,
some of the victim's blood
was found in the apartment,
so that means she was probably
killed there and then moved.
If the unsub simply wanted her dead,
why not just leave her there?
The obvious answer is
it wasn't that simple.
It's not easy to fold
somebody up like a road map.
Our unsub is strong.
He's had practice.
Two weeks ago, police found this.
She has not been identified yet
besides the fact that she is a she.
Similar suitcases.
And they look old, almost vintage.
We have suitcases of our
own to pack. Wheels up in 30.
*CRIMINAL MINDS*
Season 13 Episode 02
Title: " To a Better Place"
♪♪
♪♪
Serial killer
Carl Panzram said,
"I believe the only way to
reform people is to kill them."
Till we get an I.D. on our Jane Doe,
victimology is limited to Ann Baker,
so what do we know?
Uh, Florida native,
worked as an R.N for a local hospital,
volunteered at a palliative
care facility on the weekends.
Well-liked by friends
and co-workers.
What about her love life?
That plus one missing from
that dinner bothers me.
It says here she was single.
Never married.
Boyfriends, Garcia?
None currently, although Ann did have
an active social media presence.
Including dating apps.
Do we know where the
luggage was purchased?
Not at any retail outlet
in the greater Naples area,
- I can tell you that much.
- Symbolism 101 will tell you
he sends his victims packing.
Hit the road, Jack,
and don't come back.
Or revenge, maybe, on a woman
who once sent him packing.
Jilted lover. That's how
Ted Bundy got started.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You guys, another woman's body
has been found in a suitcase
by a bus stop. She's been
identified as Laura Weston.
Ok, Alvez, when we land, go to
this new bus stop crime scene.
A place this public, there
have got to be witnesses
or surveillance cameras.
Dave, JJ, you'll go talk the M.E.
Matt, Tara, you'll go
to Laura Weston"™s home.
Reid, you and I will
set up at the local PD.
C.O.D. on Laura Weston was
asphyxia, like the other victims.
Unlike the others, she
suffered lacerations
to her arms and hands.
Defensive wounds.
But he didn't use a knife to kill her.
Must have been to initially control her.
I wanted you to see this.
Did the other two victims
have lipstick like that?
Our Jane Doe was too decomposed to tell.
Ann Baker, yes,
but not this exaggerated.
Any evidence of sexual assault?
None. Which surprised me.
Laura was wearing this and only this
when she was found at the bus stop.
And there were traces of nonoxynol-9
on her fingertips.
Spermicide.
Condoms are sometimes
treated with nonoxynol-9.
Well, unless this was under
duress or postmortem staging,
it looks like the victim was
preparing for consensual sex.
Yeah. And probably with the man
who was about to murder her.
They're comparing dental
records to our Jane Doe.
Hopefully we'll get an I.D. soon.
You ok?
Mm-hmm.
No. Actually, no.
What's going on?
There was a condition
to my reinstatement.
For every 100 days that
I spend in the field,
I'm required to take 30 days off.
I know. They told me.
So it's not even a full reinstatement.
Of course it is.
The 30-day clause is just
a temporary safety valve.
We all need one now and then.
Hell, I just finished
watching 119 episodes
of "The amazing race"
for that reason.
Besides, it's not like
you'll be put in mothballs
for those 30 days.
I've arranged for you
to teach a series of
seminars to other agents.
Seminars about what?
That's up to you.
The world according to Spencer Reid.
Are you worried?
About what?
About me being in the field,
that I might freak out, overreact?
Why would you even...
Because I wanted to kill Scratch.
Standing room only on that bus.
No, I mean it literally.
After what he did to you,
if I had found him,
I would have killed him.
And... I would have slept well.
The review board asked me to weigh in
before they made their decision,
and I told them
that you are rock solid.
Thank you for putting
yourself out on a limb for me.
I know you, Spencer.
The limb isn't going to break.
Laura Weston"™s parents are waiting
for me in the interview room.
Anything from the bus stop?
Zero.
No witnesses, no video.
Bus line didn't go anywhere special,
so either this guy is
really lucky or he's really good.
They did pull some blood off
the handle of the suitcase
that might belong to the unsub.
So maybe he injured himself
this time?
I'll call local E.Rs,
check to see if anybody
that fits the unsub's profile
might have gotten
stitched up last night.
Good. Keep me posted.
There you go.
Oh, careful. It's hot.
Thanks.
Thought I recognized that sound.
What sound?
Barista mating call.
Stop being ridiculous.
He works here all week
and then shows up on his one day off?
It's not the coffee he's
coming in for. It's you.
I'm not gonna bother him.
He told me a family
member died recently.
So?
So, I don't exactly think
his mind's on dating.
I said mating, not dating.
And he's a guy, Helen.
That stuff's never off their minds.
Fine. But I don't want to hear it
when one day he leaves
and you're sitting here
crying about what
could have been. Mm-mmm.
Same as Ann's apartment.
Table for two, wine, candles, all of it.
Tara checked Laura's lipstick
stash at her apartment.
She only used gloss or pale tones.
So he brings the lipstick with
him just like the suitcases.
Hey, how'd it go with Laura's parents?
Worst part of the job.
Always has been, always will be.
They have any idea who
might have done this?
No. They said their daughter
was warm and generous,
the type who always befriended
the unpopular kid in school.
She never saw a stray dog
she didn't want to adopt.
She was working as a yacht
broker down at the marina.
She have any men in her life?
Nobody special.
Like Ann Baker, she
was using dating apps.
Her parents did say that she
had been depressed recently.
Her best friend died in a
drowning accident in California.
She was struggling with it.
These are sexualized environments,
but no sexual activity.
You think impotence is fueling his rage?
Except that typically
happens in the moment.
This unsub comes to the
scene with a suitcase ready.
It is premeditated.
Ok, so both victims gravitated
toward those in need.
Lewis mentioned Ted Bundy on the jet.
I mean, what if it's
that, just with a twist?
How do you twist what's already twisted?
Bundy's ruse was to pretend
to be injured, right?
Hobble around on crutches,
ask women for help.
Yeah, he needed that prop.
But would-be victims are savvier today.
The crutch would need to be more subtle.
Like?
Something internal.
Not a broken bone.
Maybe a broken heart.
Thought you might want a refill.
Oh. Thank you.
What happened to your hand?
Oh, cut it by accident.
Sort of in a fog these days.
I know the feeling.
To lose somebody close, I mean.
My dad died when I was 9.
I'm sorry.
You have somebody you
can talk to about it?
My grandmother, but she's sick.
I don't like to upset her.
Are you ok?
Uh... sorry.
Woman: Let me help you. Can
I buy you another coffee?
We haven't matched dental
records on our Jane Doe yet.
We'll widen the search
100 miles at a time.
Hopefully she didn't get her
cavities filled in Alaska.
Guys, both victims were wearing a
lipstick called Midnight surprise,
which contains red dye
number 2 and amaranth,
but here's the thing... red dye
number 2 was found to be carcinogenic
and has been banned in the manufacturing
of cosmetics since the 1980s.
Midnight surprise.
So I guess lip cancer
qualifies as a surprise.
Old suitcases and 30-year-old lipstick.
This guy's fixated on the past.
Or a woman from the past.
Someone who maybe packed up and left
when our unsub was a child.
His mother.
If our unsub was abandoned,
his current victims
could be surrogates for
the female who left him.
Grandma?
Where have you been?
Please don't be mad.
I've met someone.
Her name is Helen and she works
at the coffee shop with me.
I told you about her before, remember?
She's not like the
others, Grandma, honest.
She told me today she lost
her dad when she was 9,
almost like me with my mom.
Her father died.
Your mother left.
But Helen understands.
Is this what you want, a whore,
just like all the rest?
Don't call her that.
That's what she is, a whore.
And she's gonna leave you.
She's gonna go.
She's gonna leave you
just like your mother.
No!
No!
No. No, no, don't leave!
Come back!
No!
I'm still trying to find an overlap
with these victims.
One's a nurse, one sells boats,
how are they intersecting
with the unsub?
Death, maybe?
Ann Baker, she volunteered
at a palliative care facility, right?
And Laura had a friend
who just recently died.
By drowning, in California.
But Prentiss said that Laura
was struggling with depression.
So what if she sought out help...
Counseling or a support group?
A Ted Bundy for the emo generation.
Grief and loss are the bait,
and that's how he draws
his victims into his orbit.
I'm sorry.
You were right about Helen.
We're looking for a
male in his early to mid-20s.
He's strong enough to
strangle his victims,
stuff them into oversize luggage,
and then transport the bodies
to secondary disposal sites.
He's mostly likely handsome
and non-threatening.
He's able to insinuate himself
into his victims' lives romantically
before murdering them.
But this person differs from the usual
charm-and-harm killer in that he
does not actively seduce his victims.
Rather, they come to him.
He hunts by making himself the hunted.
In psychoanalysis, this is known
as the Florence Nightingale effect,
a term given to caregivers
who develop strong sexual
or romantic relationships
with their patients.
We believe the stressor has
been in place since childhood
and involves abandonment
by a maternal figure,
most likely his actual mother.
But this goes far
beyond the mere seeking out
of lost motherly love.
For some reason, his need is entangled
with intense and ritualistic
homicidal impulses.
Something or someone
else could be in play.
Up until now, he's been able to easily
compartmentalize his life,
separating the psychopath who kills
from the part of him who easily
blends into normal society.
However, something
recently triggered a breakdown
in these walls, and
his ability to separate
the sane from the psychopath
is rapidly eroding.
We therefore expect this
killer will become more reckless
and more violent.
Time is of the essence.
You know what you have to do.
She's a whore,
like all the others.
Florence Nightingale.
Why does that type of
woman flip his switch?
I could make a joke about
uniforms and sponge baths.
But that would be beneath me. I...
No witnesses, geo
profile's been a dead end.
We can at least narrow
down the timeframe.
Did the M.E. have an estimate
on when Jane Doe was killed?
Ballpark, month and a half ago.
So the end of August, roughly.
Garcia?
Welcome to the request
line at noon with Penny.
What's your pleasure?
I need you to check and
see if anything unusual
happened in the Naples area during
the last two weeks of August.
Unusual. Can you narrow
that down a skosh?
Not yet, unfortunately.
Then I will seek out unusual.
Garcia, did you look for any overlap
between Laura's support group
and the palliative facility
Ann volunteered with?
Yeah, I did, but there wasn't any.
Ok, expand it to include
friends and extended family.
Expansion commencing.
Request line is closed. Mwah!
Given the high-profile dump sites,
I am amazed this guy's
remained so elusive.
He's passive. Back when
I was on the fugitive taskforce,
those were the hardest ones to catch.
Both victims were level-headed women,
measured, pragmatic, not the type
for impulsive whirlwind romance.
It allows the courtship
period to proceed slowly.
But we have taken that
luxury away from him.
Now, without the time
to select and groom,
odds are he'll just get less selective.
Aah! Aah!
Oh! No! No!
Aah! Aah!
Uh!
Oh...
All right. We caught a break.
General records IDed Jane Doe,
our first victim, as Patty Dunlop...
Single, originally from Philadelphia.
We're digging now for a local address.
Work history?
It's sketchy.
She bounced around a lot...
Taos, Key West, Sedona.
I smell a trust fund
kid in patchouli oil.
Who didn't have a whole lot of friends.
No one reported her missing.
Holly Lefferts... attorney,
recently remarried.
Is her husband here?
In Asia on business.
Hold on.
Well, if I know my Midnight surprise,
this is Midnight surprise.
Yeah. Looks like it's
smeared on like the others,
and then he tried to clean it up.
Her blouse is buttoned wrong,
and the zipper on her skirt
is facing the wrong way.
He put her clothes back on.
M.E. did say there was evidence
of sexual assault this time...
No ligature marks
but severe bruising around her neck.
If he did strangle her,
this time, it was hands on.
Or she died from blunt force trauma.
Looks like the back of
her skull's been damaged.
Ok, so a married victim,
blitz attack, no suitcase.
I mean, if it wasn't for
the Midnight surprise,
I'd have serious doubts
this was even our guy.
We didn't release the lipstick detail
to the public, so it's not a copycat.
Overkill, then undoing and remorse.
This guy's all over the place now.
Got an address on Patty Dunlop,
our Jane Doe from the swamp.
Matt and Tara are checking it out.
We better head back. Ok.
Where have you been?
- Work.
- Liar.
I'm gonna ask Helen out tonight.
Something happened with you today...
Did you hear what I just said?
Something evil.
You're not listening.
I'm going to ask Helen out tonight,
and there's nothing
you can do to stop me.
Then leave like your mother,
could never ever make
it in the real world.
I'm going. You can't stop me.
You're living under my roof,
you'll do what I say.
- Mommy?
- Stop yelling.
- You're upsetting him.
- Oh.
You're worried about
him all of a sudden?
God, don't make me laugh.
You're drunk.
Better than being a whore,
which is what you are.
Your own mother left you...
Don't talk about that.
And this girl is no different.
Thanks.
Well, no wine and dine here
before Patty Dunlop
got dumped in the swamp.
So as far as we know,
this was the unsub's first kill.
His M.O. might have
been a work in progress.
Garcia said Patricia had no family
and few friends, so how did her
- and the unsub meet?
- Yeah.
I'm not really seeing
how she fit into
this grief-and-loss world
like the other victims.
No family and a few friends?
Find something?
Yeah.
That's a lot of kitchenware
for someone who lives alone.
Garcia?
What are you doing here?
Your shift doesn't start for another...
- I quit.
- What?
Told Brad this morning.
I'm shocked.
I'm gonna miss you... or, I mean,
we're gonna miss you at work.
What I came for was,
you want to go out tonight...
Tonight?
Have a beer or something?
It's ok if you don't want to.
No. I want to. That sounds like fun.
Should we meet somewhere or...
Why don't I pick you up
here and bring you back?
Sounds good. Heh.
Great.
♪ Bow chick-a bow wow ♪
Ha ha!
What is it, Garcia?
You know,
people think they can
get things past me by doing
those things under the table.
What they don't know
about me is, I am an expert
in under-the-table topography,
so... even though that's
where people leave
their gross, chewed-up gum...
I always look under the table.
The reason why Patty Dunlop
had a gazillion plates
is because she was
running an unofficialish,
one-woman catering
business from her home.
Do we know who her clients were?
Partially. That's that
under-the-table part.
I can tell you
that they do not include
Ann's hospital,
Laura's yacht club,
or the community center where
the support group was held.
As soon as I know more, of
course, I'm gonna hit you back.
A tout a l'heure.
Our latest victim... Holly Lefferts.
Well, along with everything else,
she goes against personality type.
But there's profound
and multilayered conflict
at work here, as well, I
mean, unprecedented rage
followed by incredible tenderness.
We've seen that type
of behavior before when
the circle's tightening around
the unsub's primary target.
Yeah, so why keep circling?
I mean, it's like he's trying to divert
his homicidal impulses
onto someone else.
He can't bring himself to do it.
Our unsub might actually be in love
with his ultimate target.
So...
Here we are.
Everything ok?
I was just worried
that you would change your mind.
Why would I do that?
People have left me before.
Ha! Whoa.
All we're doing is
getting a beer, right?
Right. Heh.
Sorry. Listen.
You mind if we stop by
my grandmother's first?
Of course not.
I'd like you to meet her.
Really? Why?
I don't know.
Show her how different
you are from most women.
Uh, sure.
Well, my grandmother is
very protective of me.
Hmm.
Oh, that is fascinating.
Throw us a bone, Penelope.
Chew on this, Fido.
Sir, you need to know
that when I said that,
in my mind's eye, that
was a sleuthing dog,
little, houndstooth cap and a pipe
- who's very good at solving crime.
- Penelope, the bone, please?
Uh, it turns out that Patty Dunlop's
last catering gig was
a small memorial service
for an elderly woman
named Edith Lynch.
- When did she die?
- August 27 of emphysema.
So that's right around the time
we think Patty was murdered.
That falls squarely into
the grief-and-loss basket.
Oh, and I am about
to sweetened that pot...
I mean, basket. Ok.
In the weeks that led
up to Edith's death,
she received palliative
care from... anybody?
- Ann Baker.
- We got a winner.
Did Edith have
family in the area?
She's got a grandson,
and he's a doozy...
William Lynch, aka Billy.
I don't want to prejudge,
but his unsub credentials
are, like, stellar... long
list of psychiatric problems,
multiple visits to the E.R. as a child
for self-inflicted cutting wounds.
Where are his parents?
Dad was never around,
Mom... Ruth, lots of drug problems,
and she bailed on him when he was 6.
So his grandparents raised him.
That's partially true.
Grandpa, Joseph Lynch,
he's been missing in
action from way back.
He ran off with another woman
shortly after he married Edith.
Leaving Edith to raise
their daughter Ruth alone.
And then Billy
alone 25 years later.
Get out your insulin because
here's where the pot...
That is, the basket...
Gets the sweetest.
Back in August after Edith
died, Billy sought counseling.
"Where?" you ask?
"At the community center where Laura
had her support group," I answer.
He may not have
been part of her group,
but they could've easily
crossed paths there.
So Edith was
probably the only thing
that kept a lid on Billy's
destructive behavior.
Then she dies, and these murders start.
I am sending you Billy's
work and home address now.
Matt, you and
Lewis go to his workplace.
We'll send JJ and Alvez
to check out his apartment.
Grandma?
Your grandma lives here?
All her life.
We had an argument earlier.
She's probably angry
and went out for a while.
Maybe it's better if I
meet her another time.
Well, pretty sure she'll
be back any second.
No. Really, I should go.
What are you talking about?
Will you take me home, please?
No.
It's important that my
grandmother meet you.
I'm leaving.
You won't.
Can I help you with something?
Yeah. We're
looking for a William Lynch.
We understand he works here.
Billy? He quit this morning.
You just missed him, actually.
Something wrong?
How long ago was he here?
About an hour.
He came by to pick up Helen,
one of our workers.
I think they were going on a date.
Oh, there's got to be a
story behind that scowl.
Ruth Lynch, Billy's missing mother.
The one who bailed 20 years ago.
Here's the thing.
The more you look into it,
the less she seems
like the type to abandon her child.
I thought she had drug issues.
She did,
but she'd been going to rehab,
and on paper,
she was a good mother,
responsible. She kept her child's
vaccinations up to date.
She even spent
what little extra money
she had to send Billy
to summer camp.
Was a missing persons
report filed at the time?
Yes, filed by a friend
named Susan Aldrete.
Do we know where this
Susan Aldrete is now?
She's in Fort Myers.
I just called her,
but she didn't want to talk.
Well, that's not too long a drive.
Why don't I go up there and give it
a try myself?
I've got a face that middle-aged women
can't say no to.
Ha ha ha!
Reid, it's me and JJ.
What's going on?
Billy Lynch isn't at
work or his apartment.
Yeah, but Garcia said there's also
his grandmother's house.
After she died, the city said
it wasn't up to code, so I don't think
- anyone's living there.
- Hey, Spence, you're
closer than the rest of us.
Do you think you can check it out?
- On my way.
- All right.
We're 10 minutes behind you.
I came back.
She tried to leave,
just like you said she would.
I was wrong.
She is like all the rest.
You know what you have to do.
Hey, Rossi. What is it?
I just had a talk with Susan Aldrete.
Apparently, she and
Ruth planned to share
an apartment here in Fort Myers
when Ruth disappeared.
What happened? Did Ruth get cold feet?
I don't think so.
She was shipping some of her stuff
up to Susan ahead of time.
- Like what?
- Mostly clothes,
but Ruth sent something else.
Susan said she's been holding on to it
all these years as something
to remember Ruth and Billy by.
What is it?
A toy, a little, red tow truck.
My mom leaving...
is practically the
first memory I ever had.
Watched her throw stuff
in a suitcase and go away.
That was a long time ago.
It wasn't your fault.
Huh.
My grandma knew.
You can't trust women.
They paint their lips,
and they take what they want.
FBI. Drop the knife. Do it.
No. I have to make it right.
This is none of your business!
Billy, I know something,
something about your mother Ruth.
Don't talk about her.
You're not allowed to talk about her.
Can we talk about Susan Aldrete?
Who's that?
Susan was your mother's best friend,
and 20 years ago, your mother was going
to go live with her, and
she was taking you along.
No, she wasn't.
Billy, when you were
little, you had a toy truck.
Do you remember? It was a tow truck.
It had a hook with a piece of string
on the back for towing other cars.
You remember this?
You do, don't you?
Your mother shipped
things ahead of time,
your things, including that toy,
and Susan held on to it all these years
to remember you and to
remember your mother.
Your mother loved you, Billy.
She was not going to leave you.
I think something bad
happened between her
and your grandmother.
Go on. Leave.
You think you're something special,
but your not.
Come on, Billy. Let's go.
You can't just
ignore me like this.
Can't forget your jacket, Billy.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, my baby.
Oh, my God.
Baby, no. I'm... I'm sorry.
Please don't leave me.
Think back, Billy.
Your grandmother was angry.
So much yelling.
She was angry because
she had been abandoned,
too, once by your grandfather,
and... she didn't want
to be left alone again.
It's over, Billy. Drop the knife.
Aagh!
- You ok?
- I'm good, thanks.
It's ok.
Naples PD may have found
Ruth Lynch.
Cadaver dogs were alerted to something
buried in the grandmother's backyard.
Well, her husband
leaving with the other woman
must have sent Edith
Lynch over the edge.
Ah, it wasn't just another woman.
Edith's husband got seriously ill
after they had Ruth.
When he got better, he ran off with
the pretty, young nurse
that looked after him.
Solves the
Florence Nightingale of it.
Now, what do you suppose the odds are
that nurse's lipstick
was Midnight surprise?
So first official
BAU case with the gang, Matt.
How does it feel?
Well, it's like riding a bicycle,
a sick, aberrant bicycle.
I am used to a slightly
larger plane, though, so...
I'll put in a
requisition for an upgrade.
Speaking of upgrades,
I need to upgrade this drink.
Upgrade me, as well, please.
- You got it.
- Thank you.
You did great back there.
I mean it.
Well, Rossi did most of the work.
He found the information I needed,
and Billy was no Mr. Scratch.
No. Sure, he is.
All those guys are
variations on the same theme.
You know, a box cutter's a
box cutter in anybody's hands.
Hey, so let's have it.
How's it feel to be back, Spence?
Feels good, you know?
It's a little strange but good,
and I can't put my finger on it,
but it kind of feels
like something's changed.
You were in a
maximum-security prison.
I mean, if you were unchanged by that,
you wouldn't be normal.
The weird thing is, it doesn't feel like
it's all necessarily bad.
I think maybe... maybe
something good came out of it.
- Like?
- Um.
Do you remember how I used
to be freaked out about germs?
You and microorganisms. No.
It's not ringing a bell. I...
Well, I'm not all that
bothered by it anymore.
I guess all those days
in the prison yard,
you know,
germs don't seem so bad.
That's great, Spence.
Here. Dig in.
Baby steps.
Baby steps.
"You can't connect the dots
"looking forward.
"You can only connect
them looking backwards,
"so you have to trust that
they will somehow connect
in your future""
Steve Jobs.
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