Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Sex, Birth, Death - full transcript

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

MAN: (SINGING) With your feet on the air,
your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Your head will collapse

Like there's nothing in it,
and you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?

Where is my mind?

Where is my mind?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

I'm sorry.

-You're Dr. Reid.
-I'm sorry, do I know you?



I just know what you do.

Okay.

Look, I saw you at Georgetown
a few weeks ago.

You gave a lecture on sexual sadism

and how you helped catch
the Mill Creek Killer in St. Louis.

Uh... Not much of a public speaker.

I don't know, I thought you seemed cool.

You look kind of young
to go to Georgetown.

Um, I'm a junior at Northwest High School.

And you just go to lectures on
anger-excitation for fun?

I don't have a lot of friends.

-So, you're interested in profiling?
-Yeah, I mean, I read a lot.

You know, true crime,
like graphic novels mostly.

They're all about whether
there's really such a thing as evil.



Or like nature versus nurture, all that.

So I figured it'd be smart
to hear it from an expert.

So you said a lot of them
killed prostitutes?

That's the number one
serial killer target, actually.

Is that for sex
or because they think they're dirty

and they need to be punished?

Were you waiting here for me?

What would it mean
if somebody were stabbing them

and cutting off their hair?

I've never heard of a case like that.

Do you want to go to the BAU with me

and maybe talk to some of my other
team members?

I actually have to go to school.

Give me your name and your number
and I'll call you. And...

Hey, Spence.

JJ, who's your contact at the DC police?

Uh, Victor Barnes. Why?
You need me to call him?

-Hi, Detective Barnes, please.
-What's wrong?

We need to get that to everyone
as soon as possible.

Hi, Detective Barnes.
This is Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid

of the Behavioral Analysis Unit
at Quantico.

Have you had any recent murders
involving prostitutes,

maybe just Jane Does?
They would've been stabbed to death

and their hair would've been cut off
by the killer.

When was the most recent victim?

I'll explain when I see you.
I'll meet you in a half hour.

What's going on?

DC may have a serial killer,
and I think I just let him get away.

REID: T.S. Eliot wrote,

"Between the idea
And the reality

"Between the motion
And the act

"Falls the shadow."

BARNES: We found her four days ago
in an alley off K Street.

Still no ID.

-Hey, I just got your message.
-Aaron Hotchner, Vic Barnes.

-Hi. What've we got?
-This is the second victim.

The first one was killed three months ago.

Both in the early morning.

HOTCH: Both had their hair chopped?

The uniform didn't make the connection

because he was fixated on this.

First victim
didn't have anything carved on her?

Just a routine Jane Doe.

Take a look. A lot are shallow.
They're hesitation marks.

He's not certain he wants to be killing.

Makes you think
the message he carved is sincere.

And he's asking the police
to help him stop.

It fits with your kid, seeking you out.
Part of him wants to get caught.

-I let him go. I'm sorry.
-We'll find him.

If both murders took place in the morning,

how come there are no witnesses?

The motels and alleys
around the Capitol are notorious.

People go out of their way not to look.

RHONDA: At night
no one can see down there.

During the day,

you just duck behind the dumpster
or into a doorway.

Business is pretty heavy here
in the mornings?

How do I know you're not just looking
to crack down on us?

Because I'm telling you,
we're here trying to protect you.

A lot of johns from the Hill
stop by on their way to work.

We always say the same politicians
yelling about cleaning up the Hill

are the ones dropping 50 bucks with us
before they make the speech.

HOLLY: It's true. And the more
important they think they are,

the quicker they accidentally
finish up with us.

-It's weird like that.
-No, that's pretty much universal.

-You recognize him at all?
-I don't know his name or nothing.

He hangs around, tries to pretend like
he's not watching us.

He's just a horny kid, you know.

You didn't see him talking
to any other girls out here?

I just figured he's the kind,
gets his little bit of danger

and goes home and takes business
into his own hands.

Is he the one who did this?

We don't know, but someone did.
So you need to be careful.

We stick to the daylight
and only work the high-end blocks.

-How old are you?
-Twenty-one.

-Nineteen.
-Just watch out for each other, okay?

-Oh, Agent Hotchner. Karen Steyer.
-Congresswoman, how do you do?

I'm fine, thank you.
They said it was okay to wait in here.

Of course. What can I do for you?

I have talked to my people
and I understand

that we have a potential serial killer
targeting prostitutes in DC.

-That was awfully fast.
-I have awfully good people.

Sounds like it.

I'd like you to promise me
that if your team stays on the case,

uh, you won't publicize the murders.

I'm afraid I can't make that promise.

With all due respect, you will notice
that I said if you stay on the case.

I really don't like doing this, honestly.

But, as you know, the BAU
cannot join an investigation

unless they are invited by the local
enforcement agency.

What's this about?

Six months ago,
I introduced a major initiative

-declaring crime in DC an epidemic.
-I'm familiar with the bill.

It makes additional
federal funds available.

You target lifestyle crimes
like prostitution and drug use,

and hopefully
the overall crime rate drops.

-It worked in New York.
-It worked in LA. It's worked here.

And in four days, I'm set to stand
at the base of the Capitol

and announce that petty crime in DC
is down 43%.

And violent crime is down 37%.

The last thing I need
is the press announcing

that we have a serial killer
murdering prostitutes.

I understand that.
But by not alerting the media,

we're putting women at risk.

I'm not asking you to back down.

Work your case. Catch your killer.

-Just do it quietly.
-And if I don't?

I guarantee you won't work it at all.

Oh, a little unsolicited advice.

You're driven. You're bright.

You're exactly the kind of person
who could run the Bureau some day.

You might as well accept now

that leading the FBI
has as much to do with politics

as it does with law enforcement. Good day.

REID: This is impossible.
GARCIA: Says you.

REID: There is nothing
in the juvenile offender records.

So you think like a high school kid.

I was 12 and I hadn't been through
puberty when I was in high school.

Okay.

Reset.

I think like a high school student,
you think like a profiler.

-He said he was a junior, right?
-Mmm-hmm.

The first rule of the teen years.

When talking to an authority figure,
always lie and say you're older.

-He's probably a sophomore.
-Okay.

His coat was lamb's wool
but it didn't look vintage.

It fit like it'd been tailored for him.
That means money.

In DC money would mean private school.

Look at you go.

A lie has to be within the depth
of your own experience, right?

-Yep. Fair enough. Fair enough.
-Uh...

I'm a junior at Northwest High School.

Pull up the district
that serves Northwest High.

Are there any private schools
within those boundaries?

Uh, three.

Do any of them offer
elective courses at Georgetown?

-One. The Morton School.
-Pull up the junior class.

-Huh?
-Sophomore class.

If I do say so myself.

Wait, wait. Stop.

-Nathan Harris.
-We got him.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

MAN: (SINGING)
I got a feelin' that you wanna come over

Ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

(DOORBELL RINGING)

I get you here...

SARAH: I'll get it.

Ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

-Yes?
-I'm Jason Gideon

with the FBI,
and Dr. Reid and Agent Morgan.

-We're looking for your son, Nathan.
-Why?

We just want to ask him some questions.

Well, not until
you explain what's going on.

Your son came to talk to me
this morning about a murder case.

Why would Nathan know
anything about a murder?

No, Mom. It's true. I did talk to him.

I'm just 19...

Do you mind if I speak to them alone?

-We'll stay out here.
-Okay.

I'm just 19

Ooh

Hoo-hoo

You know I...

(MUSIC STOPS)

I knew if you were really good
you'd find me.

Is that why you were waiting for me?
You wanted to get caught?

What do you mean get caught?

-Oh.
-Hey.

Stay right there.
Keep your hands where I can see them.

It's just the text for a graphic novel.

About killing prostitutes?

Yeah, Jack the Ripper. It's a famous case.

-This isn't a game, kid.
-I know.

You knew specific details about
a murder that hasn't been publicized.

But I didn't kill her.

I just...

I really wanted to.

Nathan, if you didn't do it,
how'd you know details of the murder?

NATHAN: 'Cause I saw the body.

It was early. It was before school.

She was dressed in red,

she'd been stabbed a lot,
and her hair was all chopped off.

MORGAN: Where was that?

In an alley off of K Street.
They take men down there for sex.

I see them do it all the time.

What were you doing down there?

I don't know. I just sort of

end up there sometimes.
You know, I stay out all night

and I just come back in the morning.

And if my mom's at work
I don't even bother coming home.

Thinking dark thoughts
is a far cry from being a danger.

I know that.

I don't think anyone's personal demons
would hold up to scrutiny.

Mine wouldn't. Would yours?

No.

He's a good boy.

He's exceptionally bright.

He just lives in his head
more than other kids.

So it's just the two of you?

His father died when he was nine.

How'd he handle that?

Well, emotionally, it was grueling.

But we got through it together.

-Then, you're close?
-Mmm. I'd say very.

Don't go misinterpreting that.

You teach at GW Medical School.
Are you also on call at the hospital?

Two weeks a month.

So Nathan must have a lot of freedom.

I treat him like a man because
he's always handled his responsibility.

Why didn't you call the police?

I don't know.

Nathan, the prostitutes I talked to say
you watch them.

I've never touched them.

Do you fantasize about
having sex with them?

No, I told you.
I think about killing them.

Look.

After the lecture
I saw you at the metro stop

a few times and I thought maybe
you could help me.

How?

I don't know.
I saw that body and I felt excited.

And that really scared me.

Is it possible that you actually killed
those prostitutes,

but you just don't want to
admit it to yourself?

-No.
-Then why'd you run away from me?

Because...

I don't know,
I thought you'd say I was crazy

and there's no way to stop it.

Sure.

Ma'am, we'd like to let the juvenile
authorities hold him overnight

so we can do a psychological evaluation.

I can't believe this is real.

Right now, it's just an evaluation.

I'd encourage Nathan
to have a lawyer present.

I don't know what he's going through,
but the Nathan I know is a sweet boy.

I believe you.

GIDEON: Do we have your permission?

I'll show you where to sign the paperwork.

The juvenile authorities
are waiting for Nathan Harris.

He's in interrogation.

Is he our UnSub?

I don't know. He says he didn't do it.
He actually seems sincere.

He's a smart kid.

And part of the sexual sadist profile

is the ability to mimic
honesty and sincerity.

(SCREAM ECHOING)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

The police are here for you.

Dr. Reid?

REID: Yeah?

I know I don't deserve any favors,

but whatever my psych eval says
you promise you'll tell me the truth?

My mom says a promise doesn't count
unless you say it out loud.

(CHUCKLES)

I promise.

Okay. Thank you.

You know, he might've killed two women.

It's not your job
to hold his hand through this.

It's like with my mom.

I used to think
that if I could just understand

absolutely everything there is to know
about schizophrenia then I'd...

Somehow be able to fix it.

You can't. I'm sorry.

Hey guys, I need everybody
in the conference room.

If Nathan Harris isn't our UnSub,
we need a working profile.

DC police sent us these photos
of the first victim.

HOTCH: This was the UnSub's first kill.

He held his urges in check
for three months

and when he couldn't control them any more

he sent this message to the cops.

We know the "help"
and the hesitation marks

mean he was ambivalent about the kill.

What we don't know is
why he chopped the hair.

He didn't take it with him.
We know it's not a trophy.

It's probably a way
to minimize some of their power.

Robs them of their femininity.

That fits with him killing
during the early morning.

That's the time when prostitutes
have the least power sexually,

as opposed to at night when he might
see them as being on the prowl.

Hey, I know we're just
spitballing this here,

but this profile points to Nathan Harris.

I don't want to talk about Nathan Harris.

Hotch, she is right.
He reached out for help.

This is an adolescent kid.
He's probably intimidated sexually.

I don't care how many times
he said he didn't do it.

He knew about the last victim
and he admitted to getting off

-on seeing her dead.
-We've got Nathan Harris.

It doesn't do us any good
to talk about him now.

I just want to make sure
that if it's not him

we stay on top of this thing
before it takes on a life of its own.

All right, all right. We know our UnSub
is a sexual sadist.

The symbolism of stabbing them
probably means he's impotent.

The only way he can get off is by killing.

REID: Considering that cutting their hair
and killing during the early morning

both stem from feeling powerless,

there's a chance
his pathology's more than sexual.

-What do you mean?
-This is DC.

Power is the most important commodity.

Maybe this guy feels impotent
in his professional life as well.

But why these particular women?

The simplest answer is that he has access.

Well, northwest DC
has three major hubs of prostitution.

Near Florida Avenue, off Logan Circle,

and McPherson Square,
where the victims were found.

Probably works in or around Capitol Hill.

Well, I'll go back out
on the street in the morning

and see if any of these women know
someone who fits the description.

Good. It's late. Let's go home.

Um... Shouldn't we get word out
to the papers?

Not yet.

Well, it's not too late
to make the morning edition.

I said no.

Hey, have you seen little Holly?

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

PRENTISS: It says "failure."

(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

She was only 16.

HOTCH: He's getting angrier

and blaming the police
for not stopping his impulses.

He's certainly not cooling off
between kills anymore.

Which means we're looking at
a whole lot of bodies.

Meanwhile, in two days,
Congresswoman Steyer's

going to stand up at the Capitol
and declare Washington crime-free.

Hey, what did she want with you
the other day, anyway?

It was a private conversation.

Right. Of course. I'm sorry.

I guess we know
Nathan Harris isn't our UnSub.

Should we call Gideon
and tell him not to bother with the eval?

No. He wants to understand
what's happening to him.

He deserves to know.

Does he have to be here?

It's for your own protection.

He's here to make sure we're not
talking about the case. Just about you.

So I don't wet the bed or start fires.

(GIDEON CHUCKLES)

I see you've read Dr. Hare's
warning signs of psychopathy.

Yeah, is that wrong?

No. It's healthy.
You're intellectually curious.

You want to understand how you're feeling.

So you don't wet the bed or start fires.

Tell me what worries you.

I've just been, um...

Thinking about stuff.

About hurting women?

Yeah.

Have you ever hurt anyone?

I killed a bird once.

I know that's on the list.
It's one of the signs.

Why'd you kill the bird?

Because I was sad.

How'd you feel afterwards?

Better.

Why?

I don't know.
'Cause it was dead and I was still alive.

Is that why you want to hurt women?

To feel better?

I don't know.

Have you ever seen a woman naked?

Don't worry about him.

No offense.

None taken.

A few years ago at my mom's med school.

Her students get cadavers.

So how'd that make you feel?

Good. Excited.

It's sick.

Perfectly natural

for a boy to feel excited if he sees
a naked body, even a cadaver.

Yeah, but now that's the only part
that I think about.

-Which part?
-Them being dead.

So when you watch the prostitutes,

you don't imagine having sex with them?

No, I think about cutting them.

Why?

I don't know.

Maybe to look inside.

Or sometimes I think about
feeling their blood in my hands

and feeling it flow through my fingers.

Does it ever make you climax
just by thinking of that?

I know I'm crazy.

Did I say that?

No, but what do you call pictures
in your head

that you can't make go away?

(SOFTLY) Can I talk to you?

Stay here. I'll be right back.

It's my opinion that Nathan
should be hospitalized.

-What?
-He needs full-time medical attention.

I'm a doctor.

He's having homicidal fantasies
that are directly linked

to his sexual impulses and release.

He came to your agent.
That shows that he's concerned.

In his heart,
he doesn't want to hurt anyone.

Positive sign.

But intelligence and awareness don't
always allow us to control our urges.

Admitting a problem doesn't mean
you can manage it.

If I put him in a hospital,
I'd be telling him that he's a monster.

No, no, no, you'd just say
right now he's sick and he needs help.

-No.
-If an alcoholic cannot control his

impulses, ma'am, he drinks.

You need to consider what happens
with someone fighting psychotic urges.

I'm not naive.

I'm not going to turn a blind eye,
but I have to protect my son.

He needs to be with professionals.

I have access to the best in Washington.

I'll make sure that he sees someone
every single day,

but I am not going to lock him away.

Have a seat.

I don't appreciate being questioned
in front of other agents.

It was not my intention. I'm sorry.

What were you talking to
Congresswoman Steyer

about the other day?

She stopped by to say hello.

She worked with my mother,
so I've known her since I was a kid.

Did you tip her off about this case?

No.

This team can't function
if I don't trust the people on it.

Sir, if I touched a nerve out there today,

I'm sorry, but I don't deserve this.

You mysteriously showed up at the BAU

after one of my team members was
involved in a questionable shooting.

Right.

You've done good work,
I'm not questioning that.

But I will not put up with
a political agenda.

My mother's a career politician.
You worked with her.

Did you like her?

She's an impressive woman.

(SCOFFS)

Well, I think
politics makes people distrustful.

I think it makes them hate themselves.

I think it tears families apart
and damages people.

So if there's nothing else,
I would like to get back out

on the street and find out
who's killing these women.

Sir.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Have you reached a conclusion
about Nathan Harris yet?

Profiles and evaluations
are an inexact science.

But your professional opinion?

Not a question of whether
he ends up killing someone.

It's when.

Nathan?

Nathan, honey?

Nathan?

Oh, my God.

REID: He's got to be out here, right?
Where else would he be?

I still can't believe his mother's
not out here searching for him.

I told her it'd be better
if she waited for him at home.

Reid, you know
this is not your responsibility.

It is.

I can't explain.

Well, try me.

He knows that I understand him.

-Of course you do. You're a profiler.
-It's more than that.

How?

I know what it's like to be
afraid of your own mind.

(CHUCKLES) What's up with Hotch today?

(LAUGHS) I don't know.

Maybe he tied that knot in his tie
a little too tight again.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

Okay.

We're on our way.

They just found a body.

(POLICE SIREN BLARES)

I'd say he's getting bolder.

If it's the same UnSub.

You think it could have been Nathan?

This kill was fast and messy.

There's no cut hair, no message carved.

Not to mention killing at night.

None of it's our UnSub's signature.

Excuse me, Agent.
They found the boy you're looking for.

OFFICER: Says he's been here four hours.

You had a lot of people worried.

Sorry.

You told that policeman
that you've been here four hours?

I snuck out and I started walking,
like I couldn't control it.

So I figured I'd come here
and try and fight it.

Has anybody seen you here?

It doesn't matter anyway.

It does matter, Nathan.

A woman was stabbed tonight.
And if nobody saw you,

I'm going to have to bring you in
as a suspect.

Are you gonna cuff me?

Do you want to know
what I've been doing all night?

Mmm.

Just been sitting here thinking

the only way for me
to save people's lives in the future

is to kill myself.

-So, Nathan's in custody?
-They're holding him downtown.

Do you really think
he killed that last woman?

-Well, it's possible.
-But?

Nathan's evolving. This last kill,
it feels like a devolution.

It was sloppy and angry.

Nathan's smart and directed.
He's used to achieving.

If he decides to kill,
it'll be clinical and efficient.

-So where does that leave us?
-Back to the profile.

HOTCH: The first victim,
he gets a taste for killing.

The second, he asks the police
to help stop him.

By the third,
he feels like they failed him,

he's already devolving.

The fourth, no ritual, no message.
Just a brutal murder.

It's true that he's devolving,

but this last victim
definitely had a message.

You don't dump a body across
from the Capitol Building by accident.

PRENTISS: Especially not when
a Congresswoman is about to proclaim

success against the crime epidemic.

-Exactly.
-JJ: You guys, that press conference

wasn't announced yet.

Only someone with inside information
would know that.

We profiled that the UnSub
felt impotent in his job.

What's more powerless than being
a bit player on the Washington stage?

You know, if he felt like he did his part

to clear the prostitutes off the street,
but was never heard,

he might have felt so personally
betrayed that he literally

had to carve his frustration out
on those women.

So the profile was right.

We were just wrong about
who the message was for.

We need to get a list of anyone
who advocated on behalf of that bill.

Prentiss, when you went back
to talk to the prostitutes,

did the profile ring a bell
with any of them?

A few of them described
what sounded like the same man,

but when I showed them mug shots,
I came up empty.

Let's go back to them.
We're going to need their help.

What are you thinking about, Hotch?

I need to get a message
to Congresswoman Steyer.

How quickly can we put together
a press conference?

How fast do you need it?

HOTCH: Can I have your attention, please?

A day from now, there will be
an announcement across the street,

on the steps of the Capitol,

that crime is down significantly
in Washington.

This is a fact.

It is also a fact, however,
that there's a serial killer

who's been targeting the prostitutes
who work in this area.

In fact, the last victim was found

not a hundred yards
from where we're standing.

We're here today to let you know
that the police and FBI

are working tirelessly on this case.

We'd like to stress to the women
who work on these streets

to please take caution.

All right, first I'm going to give

a brief description
of the man we're looking for

and then we'll take some questions.

We believe the man
responsible for these crimes

works on or around Capitol Hill,

possibly at a research or advocacy group

dealing with issues of crime control
or prevention.

REID: The lower the group is on
the Washington food chain the better.

This guy, he feels likes his voice
isn't being heard.

And make sure to check for
any advocacy groups promoting

morality or values.

Okay, reality check.
What you're looking for, needle.

This, haystack.

Garcia, we don't have to find it.

We just have to get it to the people
who can.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You could've done that much more quietly.

I know.

There's some people
I'd like for you to meet.

Just what point are you trying to make?

These women describe
similar experiences with the same man.

We showed them police mug photos
and they didn't recognize him.

We thought maybe you might know who he is.

Did you think you could shock me
by treating me to this sideshow?

Sideshow?

Lady, enough of the men you work with
treat themselves to us every day.

My apologies. Ladies.

Could you please tell the Congresswoman
who it is we're looking for?

He's tall and bald and he's got sad eyes.

He was always wearing a turtleneck
with this long dark coat.

Looked like a mortician.

That's right.
Hung around just watching for months

before he finally got his nerve on.
But then he just wanted to watch.

Freak paid me and Racine 200 bucks
to turn each others' knobs,

but then he started screaming at us
that we were low women.

Same thing with me
and his voice got real high and nasal

when he got excited.

Does that sound like anyone you know?

No.

I'm going to read you a list of groups

that lobbied
on behalf of your legislation.

Keeping in mind the description
you just heard,

tell me if anyone associated
with these groups

could be the man we're looking for.

The Crime Policy Institute.

The Center for Safety. Citizens Brigade.

Decency Watch.

Oh, my God.

-Decency Watch?
-The man who runs it.

-Ronald Weems?
-Do you know him?

No. I mean, yes, but he's a nobody.

But he fits this description?

Perfectly.

I need to get back to work.

Again?

Yes. Again.

It can't be helped.

We're looking for Ronald Weems.

I'm sorry. You just missed him.

Why don't you come back in a couple hours?

Don't you want to know why we're here?

Of course. Yes. I'm sorry.

We're investigating
the murders of local prostitutes.

I'm glad that Ronald
is helping you with that,

but I'm afraid
I don't know anything about it.

We'd just like to look
in your husband's office, please.

Ronald doesn't allow anyone in there.

I'm sorry. You really should come back.

In the last six months,

did your husband start asking you
to play out sexual fantasies?

Excuse me?

Possibly even berated you
if you played along.

I don't think that's appropriate.

And when it finally stopped
about a month ago you were relieved.

Ma'am, you were afraid to ask us
why we're here.

Now in your heart,
you know we're not here because

Ronald's helping us
with this investigation.

Good night.

GIDEON: You've been glad to have him
leave the house at odd hours

because he's been angry and frustrated.

When he comes home, he feels like
the man you married again.

His office. Please.

"Why won't they clean them off the street?

"The blood is on their hands.

"I see a world
set free of vice and vermin,

"cleansed of the blood of the whores
who walk the street."

Do you know where your husband went?

He said he had work to do.

My man, have you ever seen this guy?
Huh? Out here doing business?

Can you tell me if you've seen this man?

Ma'am, you ever seen this face?

-No?
-Never? Out here talking to the ladies?

I can't help you, sir.

Have you seen this guy?

-Excuse me.
-Are you sure?

-No, I ain't seen him.
-Thank you.

Thanks.

My man, you ever seen this cat
out here doing business?

Excuse me.
Have you ever seen this man before?

-Nothing?
-No. You?

-Just look at him. Seen him?
-No.

You didn't even look.

-Do you know this man?
-Nah.

Thank you.

He's got to be out here somewhere.

How much?

Hey, where are you going?
Don't run away from me.

-WOMAN: That's him.
-(WHISTLE BLOWING)

HOTCH: Ronald Weems! Don't move.

Put your hands in the air
and get down on your knees.

-They lied to me.
-REID: Get her out of here!

-HOTCH: Get down on the ground.
-(SCREAMING)

RHONDA: He killed my friend.

-I know he did.
-Stop!

-She Maced me!
-Yeah, she did.

They said they'd clean them
off the streets. They lied.

What was I supposed to do?
I had to do something.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Hey, Reid.

Hey.

I heard the juvenile authorities
let you go today.

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

It's all right.

Where's your mom?

Oh, she had to go back to work.

I told her I was coming to see you.

So were you there when they caught him?

Yeah, I was.

Did he say how long he knew what he was?

No.

Well, do you think it's possible for me
to maybe talk to him?

I'm sorry.

You're not him.

Who we are, it's constantly evolving.

I'm a lot older than you,
and I'm changing all the time.

You know, this job changes me.

You've changed me.

You sought me out to try to understand
how not to harm people.

That's a far more important part of who
you are than the one that scares you.

My mom wants to have me to go
to a hospital for a little bit.

Maybe that's not such a bad idea.

You know once they lock me up,

they're never going to let me
out of there.

You don't know that.

Whatever, I just came to say goodbye.

When you going in?

It's supposed to be tomorrow.

It's the last night of freedom.

Thank you for caring.

REID: T.S. Eliot wrote,

"Between the desire
And the spasm

"Between the potency
And the existence

"Between the essence
And the descent

"Falls the Shadow.
This is the way the world ends."

You looking for a date?

Suit yourself.

You scared me.

Um, I'm actually looking for a date.

Come on.

Come on. You and me.
We're hitting the town.

No offense, Garcia,

but I'm not really feeling like
I'd make the, uh, best company right now.

Oh, no. Up.

Up. Do not make me hurt you.

There you go. There you go.

Just relax.

Don't you wanna feel me?

See, there.

How does that make you feel?

-I don't know.
-Yes, you do.

I don't know.

-It's not right.
-It's okay, baby.

You're just nervous.

(WHIMPERS)

There you go.

-It's not working.
-(CHUCKLES)

Everything's going to work just fine.

-Don't laugh at me.
-Nobody's laughing.

-Let me help you.
-Don't touch me.

You're just a whore. You have no idea
what I could do to you!

How about we both just walk away?

-No charge.
-No.

You don't wanna do this.

I have to.

Have you met Esther?

-You like?
-Wow.

Only 150,000 miles on her.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

What?

Oh, God.

Uh...

(STAMMERING) Stay where you are.
I'm calling an ambulance.

-I need you to drive, Garcia.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(CRYSTAL SOBBING)

-He started slashing himself up.
-Oh, dear lord.

REID: Give me your scarf.
Tie it around him as tight as you can.

Get anything at all. A belt.

NATHAN: Don't.
GARCIA: Okay, I got something.

REID: Tie it. Is it tight? Make it tight.

I don't know. I think so. Here, take it.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Where are the paramedics?

Stop. Don't.

I'm going to keep pressure on them.

-Stop.
-Where the hell are the medics?

I don't know. I...

-Is it tight?
-I don't know.

-I think so. I don't know.
-Don't.

-I'm not going to let you die.
-Don't.

Where are the medics?

(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

PARAMEDIC: You can let go now.

-Sir.
-GARCIA: Reid.

Let go. Sir.

All right, sir, we're paramedics
and we're here to help you.

Can you tell me your name, sir?

MORGAN: How did she know to call Reid?

Nathan set Reid's business card
on the table before he cut himself.

Like a suicide note.

Paramedics say
he wouldn't have made it without you.

You saved his life.

(CLEARS THROAT)

-He wanted me to let him die.
-He's sick. He needed saving.

(CLEARING THROAT)

But how many people's lives
did I risk in the future?

Profiles can be wrong.

What if it's not?
What if next time he kills somebody?

Then you catch him.