Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 15, Episode 8 - Family Tree - full transcript

Get out of here!

What happened?

Idiot asked if he could
pay with a roll of stamps.

Stamps? Like from
the post office?

Hell, yeah,
from the post office.

They were still in that
little dumb, crinkly package.

Were they at least
forever stamps?

They was some stick-it-where-
the-sun-don't-shine stamps.

I told him, how am I supposed
to put food on the table with that?

WOMAN: I'll find somebody else.

MAN, VOICE-OVER: Most people in
life deserve better than they got.



That's a plain and simple fact.

But I truly believe
things can get better

if you only wish it hard enough.

And that way, I guess
you could say I'm an optimist.

What happened to your
leg, sweetie?

I tore a ligament.

Want me to help make it better?

50 bucks. Extras,
the price goes up.

Can I ask you a question first?

Personal question?

Sure, honey.
Fire away.

If I were to give you a chance
to get away from all of this,

fresh start,
would you come with me?

You'd... you'd really do that?



I absolutely would.

But why?
Look at me.

I'm just a... I know what you are.

Doesn't matter.

Come away with you?

I don't need to be
reformed, hon.

I just need the 50 bucks.

MAN, VOICE-OVER: But all the
optimism in the world doesn't mean a thing

if people aren't ready
to help themselves.

I know what I do
is wrong, but...

There's not always a good choice
to be made in life.

Sometimes, you need to pick
the lesser of two evils.

Each time I do this,

I can feel something
die inside of me.

It's awful. I don't think you
appreciate how awful it is.

And what scares me the most is

I'm going to turn into
something evil, too,

bit by bit, gradual,

so slowly, I won't even notice

until one day, suddenly,
that's all I am...

Pure evil.

Nothing else.

PRENTISS: I... I hardly know
what to say, sir.

Well, we hope you'll say yes.

I don't need an answer today.

Our transition timeline is still
several months down the road.

I just wanted to
make you aware for now.

You've got that deer-in-
the-headlights look, agent prentiss.

It's just...
It's a lot to consider...

Director of the FBI.

Well, I'm not gonna
sugarcoat it.

It's a political position

and the vetting process
can be grueling,

but you wouldn't be
on the short list

if we didn't think
you could handle it.

I'm honored, sir.

And if I can offer
a personal aside,

after 100-plus years,
I think it's high time

the bureau had a female
at the helm.

Ah...

Think about it.

Now, until I have an answer,

I'm gonna have to ask that
this remains confidential.

Of course.
Thank you, sir.

Right.

GARCIA: Spill,
why don't you? How was New Orleans?

Oh, it was wonderful.

The boys had a ball getting
to know their cousins,

will reconnected
with his old crowd,

and I ate so many oysters,

I'm pretty sure I have
pearls growing in me.

More likely what's growing
inside of you is vibrio vulnificus.

It's a bacterial contamination

caused by eating raw seafood.

There's 52,000 cases a year
in the United States alone.

I forgot we invited
the fun police.

Ignore him. That's
what lemon juice is for.

You squirt that on stuff,
and it kills all the bacteria.

I'm so glad you're not
my primary care physician.

Ok, that was gross and I'm
gonna change the subject.

Can the two of you
keep a secret?

He can. I can't.

Tell us anyway?

Ok, so the field office
down there has an opening.

The job's mine if I want it.

In New Orleans?
Yeah.

Wait. You're leaving?

I didn't know you were
looking at other things.

I'm not. I put my name
on the o.P. List there,

like years ago, and I
completely forgot about it,

but apparently my name
has worked its way to the top.

Why... I don't know how
to feel about this.

I mean, I should
be happy for you,

but that means you're
there and not here with us.

(CELL PHONE RINGING) And what
are we gonna do if you're not here?

(BEEP) And that's
Emily. We have a case.

This conversation is not over.

I didn't say I was
gonna take it.

Sorry.

Deputy director didn't beat
you up too much, did he?

Uh, no. Just the usual
bumps and bruises. Penelope?

Today's toke of ick
has been brought to us

by beaumont, Texas,
where a businessman, Tom Mitchell,

was found last night
in the dumpster.

Coroners say he was there
at least 3 days.

Earlier in the week, the body of a
prostitute named Elizabeth McBride

was discovered
in a shallow grave

less than a mile
from that dumpster.

Why do we think the
murders are connected?

Because both of them were
missing their tongues and their ears...

And their hands. And can
someone start talking

so I can stop thinking about...

It doesn't look like
that's the end of it.

In the last 48 hours, Toby stemple,
a prominent local attorney,

and another prostitute, Cindy
Wilson, have also gone missing.

REID: Affluent men
and street prostitutes.

This unsub's targeting two
distinctly different victim types.

JAREAU: Oh, maybe the men
were clients of the women.

This could be about revenge.

Or someone who disapproves,
a moral enforcer.

ALVEZ: Yeah, hands,
ears, tongues.

The mutilation is rough.

Hopefully, this is
all post-mortem.

Before, during, or after,
this is personal any way you slice it.

Pardon the expression.

Well, let's get on it.
Wheels up in 20.

Give me credit for trying
to do the right thing,

but you need to find me.

You need to stop me.

Please.

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MAN, VOICE-OVER: There's
a Scottish proverb:

"They talk of my drinking
but never my thirst."

PRENTISS: So, the victimology between
Tom Mitchell and Elizabeth McBride

could not be more different.

SIMMONS: And he was a wealthy,
well-respected member of the community,

churchgoer, coached
his son's basketball team.

LEWIS: She, on the other hand,

had the sadly familiar
trajectory of a troubled youth,

addiction,
sporadic homelessness.

Ears and tongues removed.

And... we're talking about
hear no evil, speak no evil?

JAREAU: But he leaves the eyes.

So it's ok to see evil?

You guys, we were right to be worried
about that thing we were worried about.

The police just found the bodies
of the two missing people.

Where?

GARCIA: Well, the attorney,
Toby stemple,

was found in
an abandoned incinerator,

and this Cindy Wilson was found
buried in the woods like the other woman.

As far as the missing
body parts go,

suffice to say
second verse, same as the first.

You know, there's a stark
contrast in disposal methods

as well as victimology.

The women are buried
with care in secluded areas.

The men he discards
in public places like trash.

Yeah, big-time anger imbalance.

Luke, Spence, go to
the m.E.'S office.

J.j., Tara,
see if any other women who work the streets

have anything to add.

Matt, you'll talk to the
families of the male victims.

Dave and I will set up
with the local p.D.

MAN: We're going through our missing
persons reports for the past few months,

see if somebody else jumps out.

Were you familiar
with the victims?

Cindy and Liz, yeah.

They were in all the
time for solicitation.

They were good girls
with big hearts.

They just... Went down
a tough road is all.

What about the men?

No, sir, but
they both have money

and come from old,
established families.

I mean, the Mitchell
clan, the stemple clan,

they been part of
beaumont since forever.

Uh, you folks can
set up in here.

That's perfect.
Thank you. You're welcome.

Excuse me.

Chief, you need to see this.

Did this come in the mail?

WOMAN: No. One of our
officers stopped for coffee,

and it was on the hood of his
squad car when he came out.

Let's run them for prints.

Both ears.

But then he only took one
hand from each of the victims,

the left hand.

Mercifully, the victims
were already dead

when the body parts
were removed.

So we're probably not
dealing with a sadist.

Were you able to
determine the COD?

The women, manual strangulation;

The men died from
multiple stab wounds.

It's not easy to disarticulate
a hand at the wrist.

Did they demonstrate
any surgical skill?

With the women, yes.
If not skill, at least care.

Removals were clean and precise.

Amputations on the men
were much cruder.

Any defensive wounds?

No. The men did have
blunt force trauma

to the back of
their skulls, though.

Blitz attacked.

No such injuries on the women,

but sedatives did show up
on both their tox screens.

Given their history
of substance abuse,

it's gonna be difficult
to say with any certainty

whether or not the unsub
drugged them.

They might have self-medicated

as part of their
normal daily routine.

One more thing...
The women were nude

but didn't show any evidence
of sexual assault.

And their burial was what I
guess you could call ceremonial.

In what way?

They were wrapped
in a white sheet

and buried face-down.

A white sheet? Could be
a symbol of purity.

You know, try to restore
their lost innocence?

Well, I talked to Tom Mitchell
and Toby stemple's wives,

and they both swear their husbands
would never frequent a prostitute.

Well, they never do
until they do.

I brought in Kayla Jackson.

She worked the streets
with Cindy Wilson.

She saw the unsub with her
the day Cindy disappeared.

This is her description.

Kayla said it was
such a good likeness,

it sent chills down her spine.

(PEOPLE TALKING AND LAUGHING
INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN: No, no, wait. Stop.
Stop. Mom. That wasn't the deal.

Corey agreed to pay half,
and he hasn't sent me a dime.

I don't know how you can
defend him. I really don't.

(SIGHS)

Sorry. Get you a refill?

No, I'm good.
I'm good.

Everything ok?

Trust me, you don't
want to know.

Sure I do.
Tell me.

Just same old, same old.

My ex moved to Florida and
left me with a pile of bills,

bills he ran up.

And now, even my own
mother's taking his side.

That's not right.

Oh, my ex can play the
victim card very well.

Anyhow, sorry to unload.

Bartender's supposed to be the
one listening to your troubles. Ha ha!

Family is everything.

Without family,
nothing makes sense.

Are you car shopping?

Yeah, yeah. Pickup I've got
now can't handle the mud.

Cab's too low.

How's it going? Doing
good. How are you?

Hey! Good luck!

With the truck.
Good luck with the truck.

MAN, ON RECORDING: Give me
credit for trying to do the right thing,

but you need to find me.

You need to stop me.

Please.

Results come back?

Yeah. No surprise.
Forensics confirmed

the blood on the earring
belongs to Cindy Wilson.

And unfortunately, his prints
aren't in the system.

Ok, well, we should get this tape
out on the airwaves right away.

The voice is distinctive enough
that someone might recognize it.

MAN: Good eye. That one
just came on the lot yesterday.

Bo Zachary.

What's it gonna take for me
to put you in this vehicle today?

Well, I'm not here
to buy a car, actually.

You're not?
No. I, uh...

I came to show you something.

What's that?

It's from Lydia.

Lydia parris.
You remember her, right?

I'm not gonna read that.

Well, I'll tell you
what it says.

On that night,
31 years ago,

under the big oak,

the two of you
conceived a child...

A little boy.

That boy was me.

(VOICE BREAKING) It's been so many years,
I...

T-That doesn't matter. It's
never too late to fix things.

What can I do to make it right?

I mean, how could I ever...

So, what do you say we
take this baby out for a spin?

LEWIS: None of the body parts
have been recovered.

And what's this guy
doing with 'em?

Normally, you'd think souvenirs,

but that's a lot of rotted flesh to
have hanging around the house.

They're probably
trophies meant for display.

Yeah, but display where?

Well, the men were in their 50s,
but the female victims

both have a 25-year
age variance.

Making it less likely
the females are surrogates.

Or there's some confusion
in the unsub's mind

as to what the women represent.

Elizabeth and Cindy might
mean different things to him.

Well, he aged up a generation
with Cindy Wilson.

So sexualizing a mother figure?

That would explain
the face-down burials.

He feels remorse.

Well, this unsub's taking
feeling guilty to the next level.

I mean, he sent a tape to law
enforcement begging us to stop him.

MAN: Just got a phone call
from a car dealer downtown.

Owner took a customer out
on a test drive 3 hours ago.

Never came back.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

MAN, VOICE-OVER: Car salesman
guy isn't my father,

but what else can I do?

I feel bad and I blame myself,

but it's only because my will
isn't developed enough.

I haven't fully committed to the
power of visualization.

I'm getting stronger, though...

Stronger and better.

Which means that to catch me,

you'll have to get
stronger and better, too.

I wonder if you will.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: I appreciate it.
Hope we can help you find him.

JAREAU: Thanks.

So, apparently Bo Zachary
was a pretty big guy,

6'2", 220.

Not so easy to blitz attack
someone like that.

Unsub must have had
a gun to control him.

Looks like he's sticking to his
pattern of alternating victims...

Businessmen, prostitutes.

Except the other two men
were affluent,

and according to his employee,
Bo was having a hard time paying the bills.

So money isn't part of the
unsub's victim selection criteria.

What is?

Tom Mitchell and Toby stemple

came from long-established
families here, right?

Yeah. 65 years
would qualify, I think.

This has nothing
to do with wealth.

All of his male victims
have deep roots.

Man, on recording:
They're called mother trees.

They send out nutrients
to seedlings around them.

You can see why it's
my altar, can't you?

Thanks. (BEEP)

Jennifer checked in.
Looks like this unsub

is targeting men who came in
beaumont's version of the "mayflower."

Anything new?

Oh, he's all over the place.

He says, "I'm weak,
I'm strong. Stop me. No, don't stop me."

It's the same way he
ping-pongs between victim types.

You know, clearly he sees
these murders in terms of pairs,

not one-offs,
two halves to a whole,

but how do the halves
fit together?

I mean, one group is ingrained
in the fabric of the community.

The other is marginalized
and shunned.

PRENTISS: And the unsub keeps
referring to this tree as an altar.

He said it several times.

REID: The church reference
makes sense to me

if the unsub's
punishing his victims

for moral indiscretions.

He could be utilizing religious
iconography to justify his murders.

Ok, so what else happens
in front of an altar?

Let's think about what he
does to his female victims.

He wraps them in white, he
cuts off their left hands.

The hand that traditionally
holds a wedding ring.

Removal of the tongue
could symbolize

silencing spoken marriage vows.

What if the unsub sees
these women as brides?

PRENTISS: The unknown subject
we're looking for is a white male

in his late 20s to mid-30s.

He is physically fit,
mobile, and organized.

REID: This unsub is
targeting two victim types...

Female prostitutes
and businessmen

who come from families with
long-standing ties to the community.

LEWIS: This individual
is unique in that

he's reached out directly to us

and seems to have a genuine desire
to have us put a stop to his crimes,

however, his compulsion
won't allow it.

ALVEZ: Excerpts from
recordings he's made

have been disseminated
to the public.

Anyone who thinks
they recognize his voice

needs to come forward
immediately.

While operating in public when
hunting and abducting his victims,

the actual murders
almost certainly take place

in a remote, secure area.

JAREAU: Certain ritual
aspects of the killings

lead us to believe the
unsub is trying to re-create

or perhaps make a mockery
of an actual wedding.

REID: Given the victimology,
this person's anger

probably stems from being the
product of a marriage that ended

because of a father's
infidelity with a prostitute.

ALVEZ: Because one of the prostitutes
appears to be a mother surrogate,

another possibility is that he is
the child of a prostitute himself.

JAREAU: Now, we cannot stress
enough the need for heightened caution

and awareness in the community,

especially among the two
high-risk categories.

ROSSI: Police patrols
will be out in force

in areas that prostitutes
and their customers

are known to frequent.

This press conference
is for law enforcement,

media, and the general public,

but we are also addressing the
perpetrator of these crimes himself.

You pleaded with us to stop you.

Allow us to help.

This can end now,
if you want.

Full disclosure. Fear
of change is forcing me

to continue to eat frozen
dessert foods. What do you need?

We think our unsub is the son of a
couple who used to live in beaumont.

GARCIA: Oh, my gosh.
Do you think that, newbie?

Oh, my gosh. You just
narrowed the candidates

to like 1.2 million people.

It's just the sugar talking.

We also think that
his mother may or may not

have worked as a
prostitute at one time.

But dad is probably a member of one of the
prominent, long-entrenched families here.

Mom and dad married?

It's unsure. I mean,
aspects of a wedding ritual

are tangled up in his m.O.,

but it could just be projection
on his part, you know?

Wishful thinking.

This could have been
an engagement that fell through.

GARCIA: Ok, I am on it.

By the way, is j.J. There?

No, why?

GARCIA: All right,
you pulled this out from me

and you did not hear it from me,

but she's thinking about
taking a job in New Orleans.

What? garcia: I know, right?

Hence forthwith,
my lips are sealed,

but you only know that information
so we can gang up on her

and talk her out of it.

I'm so mad that you
made me tell you that!

(BEEP)

Not my fault, j.J.

I told you I wasn't good
at keeping secrets.

I told you. I told you.

One beer, Shawn?
I don't know.

I might have to cut you
off after this. I'm kidding!

How's your wife doing?

I need to talk to you.

Ok. Give me two seconds.

No. I need to talk to you now.

Whoa, not cool!
That was really rude!

This is gonna sound crazy, ok,

but there's this place
nearby in the woods.

It's this tree like no other tree
you've ever seen before in your life.

It was where I was conceived,
actually, and...

I'm sorry. I can tell by the
way you're looking at me

that I'm going way too fast,
so let me back up.

Um, it wasn't a mistake
that we met,

that you told me about your family
before I even knew who you were.

I need to get back to work.

No. You're not hearing
what I'm saying.

Come with me... Now.

What are you talking about?

I can't just leave.
This is my job.

Forget this place!
What I'm talking about

is so much more than this.

I'm talking about the
chance for a brand-new start.

How do I know I can trust you?

Look at me.

I would never
try to deceive you,

not about this.

A new start.

All right, sport.
It's time to go.

Thank you, Nick.

Wait, what?

I said it's time to go.

Just get off. Get off!

What are you doing?

You show your face around here again,
I'm calling the cops.

You still got it, baby girl.

(RINGING)

What is it, Garcia?

I searched birth records
in beaumont from 1987 to 1992.

There were 20,000 babies born.

But when you apply Garcia's
law of diddlysquat,

things narrow down considerably.

ROSSI: Law of diddlysquat?

GARCIA: Simply stated, where there
should be gobs of information about someone

or something and you
find diddlysquat,

there is gold in dem der hills
and dig down.

PRENTISS: The gold
this time being...

In 1989, there was
a 16-year-old girl...

Let's call her girl x.

She got pregnant,
father unknown...

Let's call him boy x.

She had a history
of drug issues.

She was arrested twice
for solicitation.

Do we know her name?

GARCIA: Not yet.
They're both juveniles,

so those records
are sealed tight.

Beaumont is a decent-size city.

That couldn't have
been the only birth

during that timeframe
that raised eyebrows.

Correct. So I followed
the money.

Girl x filed for child support,

a lot of child support.

Obviously, she thought
she was gonna get it.

Boy x's parents were well-off.

Garcia:
That's where my mind went.

Ooh! And... Sealed tight
is just Garcia-speak

for unsealed waiting to happen.

The girl's name... Lydia parris.

Do we know where she is now?

Not yet, but we will.

ROSSI: Does it indicate
whether she got the money?

GARCIA: No, but she got it.

Before baby, Lydia
was hustling for drug money.

After, mother and son moved to
Houston, lived in style...

New car, nice apartment.

You sure you're ok?

Yeah, yeah, that guy was a nut job,
but he was harmless.

WOMAN: Hey, Nick,
you mind giving me a hand?

Just be careful, all right?

Ok.

Aah! Mmm!

Oh! You are a
lifesaver. Thank you.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

What do you got, Penelope?

GARCIA: I have the sad
conclusion of the Lydia parris saga.

Life did not improve for her
once she left beaumont.

PRENTISS: What happened?

More of the same...
Drugs, alcohol, homelessness.

She died of cirrhosis
3 months ago in galveston.

There's your trigger. What about her son?

GARCIA: I'm still trying
to track him down.

He left home early
and then fell off the grid.

And the father?

GARCIA: Boy x remains boy x.

Money'll buy you
a lot of anonymity.

I'll hit you back
when I have more.

Yep. That's the guy.

And the name of the bartender
is Becky silverman?

Look, something bad happened.

Her car's still parked
in the alley.

Her handbag's on the ground.
She's not answering her cell.

And you said that she had
an encounter with this man

earlier in the afternoon?

Guy had been hanging
around the bar past few days.

Becky said he was crazy. How so?

He went off about this tree
they had to go see.

But up until the last few days,

you'd never seen
this man before?

No. Becky said he was
looking through a car flyer.

He needed a pickup
that could handle mud?

Mud? Has it been
raining recently?

It's been bone dry for months.

(GASPING)

Come on.

Shh...

Please! Please don't
hurt me, please!

Shh... shh.

It's right nearby.

I'm gonna show you.

And then we'll come back
here and get ready.

So wherever he's taking his victims
has got to be somewhere private,

a place he knows others
wouldn't disturb him.

There's lots of places
like that around here.

Turns pretty rural, you just get
a couple miles outside of town.

Ok, apparently he needed a
truck that could traverse deep mud,

but it hasn't rained
around here for weeks.

Yeah, well, this is
bayou country, remember.

There are some areas that are
prone to on-and-off flooding year-round.

Which places?

Oh, southeast of...

(CRYING) I haven't
done anything to you!

Come on!

Hey, hey, hey,
this is it.

Uhh!

Hey, hey, hey, this
is our place. Ok?

We can make a fresh start here.

Ok? Ok, just the two of us.

These are the flood zones.

I sent a copy off to Garcia.

There must be 15,000, 20,000
acres here. We need to narrow it down.

All right, let's think.
Imagine you are boy x.

You're from a prominent family,

but your girlfriend is a
wrong-side-of-the-tracks type.

Where would you go for a tryst?

You can't risk being seen.
You'd go off to the countryside.

Ok, but not just
any countryside.

A place you know, ideally,
a place you control.

Probably the boy's family owns.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Garcia. I know, I know, I know!

I got the flood map, but
it's a lot to Wade through.

Excuse the rossi school of
being unintentionally punny.

PRENTISS: Narrow your
search to land that's been owned

by the same family for
at least 3 generations.

GARCIA: Oh, that
helps enormously.

The ones closest to
the city limits are...

Crawford, Stanford,
and bowman ranches.

ALVEZ: Check the
families' histories,

see if any flares go off.

Please let me go. I won't tell anybody,
I swear!

See that tree?
It's where I began.

A place like that, it...

It should have been the most
beautiful thing in the world...

Like you.

Why did you put
those things on it?

To honor what happened.

What?

Bringing together what should
always have been together

but wasn't.

See, all my mother
ever wanted was a family.

She wasn't good enough
for him, though.

But trees, they're...

They sense things.

They regenerate.

I know how this sounds.

Don't! Don't! Do not touch me!

Didn't you hear
what I said? I...

This is our chance

to make something
wrong right again.

You are insane.

You're not any
different, are you?

It's not too late.
Take me back. I'll...

You're no different at
all. I thought you were.

Tsk.

But you're not.

You've got a sickness,
but you can get help.

I'll help you get help.

No.

You had your chance.

(CRYING)

What's happening?

We asked Garcia to look for
flares. She may have found one.

Billy Crawford.

That's our unsub?

Father of our unsub.
Boy x.

30 years back, Billy was
known as a wild kid

who slummed it
with Lydia's crowd.

Same time she got pregnant,

he was abruptly shipped off to a
boarding school in Connecticut.

Family paid off the girl
and that was the end of it.

We know where Billy is now?

He died of cancer 5 years ago.

So with Lydia's recent death,

the unsub, in effect,
was orphaned.

SIMMONS: And came back
to beaumont where it all started

to try to fix it.

The family owns a ranch
just outside of town.

It's mostly dense wood, but Garcia
has a satellite photo of a clearing

with one very large tree.

Help! Somebody!

Scream all you want.
There's nobody out here.

Ok. Ok,
let's do what you said out by the tree.

Let's make a new start.

No, you're just scared.
Scared people will say anything.

Now I need to find
a branch just for you.

(SIREN)

PRENTISS: Stop! FBI!

Drop it!

Uhh!
(GUN CLICKS)
Damn it.

Uhh!

What's happening?
I heard gunshots.

One last chance.

We leave now, together.

This is it.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

Ok.

What?

I said ok. Let's do it.

Well, how do I know you're...

Kiss me.

Do you believe me now?

Yes.

Yes!

I love you.

I've loved you from
the moment I saw you.

What?

W-What's happening?
What's happening?

What's happening?

(GUNSHOT)

Dave, are you ok?

Yeah.

Matt saw a cabin
over near the Ridge.

We should go assist.

This was never gonna
end any other way.

I know.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

PRENTISS: Uh-huh. Ok. Bye.

Becky silverman's shaken up,
but she's gonna be ok.

Rossi said the police found more
recordings in the unsub's cabin?

Yeah, yeah,
we've got 'em.

We're gonna take 'em
back to Quantico.

It might shed light on the
murders we don't know about.

That tree had a lot
more body parts

than 5 victims could produce.

Tackle those tapes tomorrow.

I think all of us have had
more than enough for one day.

Hey. May I bug you for a second?

Please do.

There's a rumor
floating around...

Ha. Penelope.

Is New Orleans something
you're seriously considering?

I don't know.

It sort of came out of nowhere.

But believe me, I'm
not gonna do anything

without consulting
all of you first.

They would be lucky to have you.

But something to factor in,
you know, should things get serious.

If I were to move on
from my position,

I had you in mind
to take over as unit chief.

Whoa, wait. Are you--

No. At least not until I've
consulted with all of you.

But I wanted you to know that
when you weigh your options.

That's all.

Emily...

Um, thank you.

That means a lot
that you said that.

Man, on recording:
I'm not crazy.

I know these people I find.
They're not my real parents.

But the weird thing is,

sometimes pretending isn't just
as good as the real thing.

It's better.

Anything interesting?

It's strange.

On the one hand,
the unsub was torn apart by remorse

and living in the worst
possible hell you can imagine,

but then in the next instant, it was
like he was in some kind of a fairy tale

filled with wonderment
and delight.

Earlier tape reflected
the same duality.

He was split by a deep
psychological and emotional fissure.

Yeah, but he wasn't a schizophrenic
or even a sociopath, really.

I mean, his m.O. Was
well-organized and efficient.

Could just be the two
separate and conflicting realities

co-existed inside of him.

Yeah, almost like he had
some kind of a fantasy life

that would take over
from time to time, you know?

Like a coping mechanism.

Well, can't wait to hear
what you find.

Yeah.
Sleep well.

You too.

(CLICK) Man,
ON RECORDING: There's this feeling

that comes over me right before
I know I'm going to do it.

If only I knew how to
describe it to you.

Hey. We still on for shooting
range practice tomorrow?

Right now, all I want to do is get
home and have a drink with krystall.

Can we play it by ear?

Of course.

Everything ok?

Yeah.

I guess I'm feeling
a little rattled.

What's going on?

You know, it took the whole
flight back to figure it out,

but then it hit me.

The last time I chased
an unsub through the woods,

I damn near died.

Everett lynch.

I know that PTSD is real.

God knows,
we've both seen enough of it in wartime.

Unfortunately, we have.

But because I never
fell victim to it myself,

I guess I've lived my
life with a sliver of...

Arrogance.

Which is?

That I was immune to PTSD.

It's mind over matter.

Well, thanks to Everett lynch,

I'm not immune now.

Well, lynch has been quiet
since he killed his daughter.

Could be he's gone dormant.
That happens sometimes.

Btk, zodiac.

No,
not lynch. He's a different kind of animal.

I think he's adjusted his m.O.,

and we're just not
aware of his activity.

Well, I hope to hell
you're wrong.

But the one thing I
still can't figure out,

is why he let me live.

It certainly wasn't out of
the goodness of his heart.

What matters is that he did,
and because of that,

you are going home tonight
to a great woman

and a cold, cold Martini.

Krystall's drink, not mine.

Oh, ok.

But I take your point.

And as for me,
I'm also going home to a great woman

and a bucket of dirty diapers.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey.

MAN, ON RECORDING: I've heard that
gamblers don't really want to win.

The only time they feel alive is when the
darkness starts to crowd in from every angle

and it doesn't look like
there's any way out.

But people like me know,
there's always a way out.

What you do is go in deeper.
That's the trick.

The only way out
is to go further in.

Remember how I said before I felt
something die in me every time I do this?

Well, that's the truth,
but at the same time,

something else grows.

And the way it feels,
this growing thing,

there's nothing like it
in what you people call

"the normal world."
(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

And for that, I pity you.

'Cause once you know
this feeling,

you never, ever want it to stop.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(WIND CHIMES)

Here you go.

Hey, that looks wonderful.

So, is it everything
I said it would be?

Everything and more.

What's the matter?

Oh, I don't know. I'm just...

I'm thinking back
on my life and...

The things that I've
done and who I am.

I don't deserve all of this.

Don't be silly.
Of course you do.

Really, I don't.

Sweetheart, we've all done
things we wish we'd done differently,

but you are the best man
I have ever met...

And I love you.

I love you, too.

So, I'm going to make us
a delicious breakfast...

Oh, ok.

And we're gonna celebrate this
new phase of our life together.

Hey.
What?

You have the most remarkable...

Facial structure.

Has anyone ever told you that?

No.

It really is quite lovely.

I think you should be
preserved under glass forever.

Flattery will get you
everywhere.

Ha ha ha!

Ok.

I'm just...

Ok.

LYNCH, VOICE-OVER: "We
serial killers are your sons",

"we are your husbands,
we are everywhere.

And there will be more
of your children dead tomorrow."

Ted Bundy.

(WIND CHIMES)

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