Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 2, Episode 21 - Open Season - full transcript

Hey, Paul, you hear that?

Yeah. Hey, you've got to
challenge yourself, Johnny.

That's the only way
you're ever going to get better.

Okay, so you aim straight for the heart,

try to avoid the shoulder blades,

and it should be a quick, clean kill.

Okay, so don't over-think it.

You know what to do. Just aim and shoot.

Look, don't worry. It took me
a long time to get my first big one.

You just need more practice.

Hey, hey, hey. Easy. Easy.



- We've only been here five minutes.
- Yeah, but look at her.

She broke away from the group.
The guy saw her alone,

- felt confident and made his move.
- It must be serious.

Ladies, this is Brad, a real FBI agent.

- Really?
- Really.

- No way.
- That's exciting.

- What's it like at Quantico?
- It's quite impressive.

- What department are you in?
- That's classified.

Must be really tough
keeping all those secrets.

Well, you know,
it's a skill like anything else.

Carpenters are good
at building stuff, measuring.

FBI's good at keeping secrets
and kicking criminal ass.

Wow.

Well, somebody's got to do it.
Do you have to carry your gun



and badge with you everywhere you go?

- Affirmative.
- Can we see it?

See what?

- Your badge.
- Please?

- I'm sorry, that's...
- Classified. Figures.

- Of course.
- Tell me, Brad,

does it look anything like this?

- Or this?
- Or maybe this?

- Criminal ass. It's a tough job.
- Wow.

- Agent Jareau.
- Lady, you are officially in my top eight,

and I am so blogging
about this later. Clink me.

Sorry, ladies.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Oh.

A year ago, victims and their vehicles
disappeared from Washington state.

They were found over 200 miles away
in the remote woods of Idaho.

Courtney Jacobs, 24,
and Shane Everett, 25.

Autopsy revealed similar entry
and exit wounds through the chest.

- Ballistics?
- No bullets were found.

It looks like they were out there for
a long time before they were killed.

At least six or seven days.

- What happened in that week?
- I don't want to know.

Look at the way they're dressed.

They didn't voluntarily
go into the woods like that.

Yeah, neither did this man.

Found yesterday with similar wounds.
There's still no ID.

Okay, so I'm going to look for
missing persons in Washington.

Look everywhere. We don't know
where this victim came from.

We only know where he ended up.

Kills both males and females.

Victims were found
with their clothes on.

No degradation, no experimentation.

Doesn't look like
he's interested in either.

A serial killer with no sexual preference?

That'd be a first.

Broken nose
and bark's embedded in his face.

- Looks like he ran into a tree.
- Now, how do you miss a huge tree?

Too busy looking behind you.

None of these are defensive wounds.

Courtney Jacobs' hands are torn up.

Shane Everett's
only got one shoe on.

It's like he ran
right out of the other one.

They sustained numerous injuries
and just kept going.

Only one thing you run that hard for.
Your life.

"One man's wilderness
is another man's theme park."

Author unknown.

Transporting young, fit victims from
Washington to Idaho poses huge risks.

Must have a good reason
to chance getting pulled over

or have the victims escape.

It says here that every year,

100 or so people go missing
in Idaho's wilderness.

With millions of acres to cover,
a third of them are never found.

Sounds like the reason
as to why this place.

Well, it offers privacy
and the possibility

the body will never be recovered.

An area this remote and rugged

suggests that the offender's
more comfortable in the woods.

Something like a second home.

My grandfather retired
to the French Alps.

He lived there till he died.
There was a good 10-year stretch

where he didn't come down
off the mountain.

He had no running water, no electricity,

and his food, supplies, everything,
all of it came from the land.

You spend a lot of time up there?

Yeah. Whenever we were in France,
which was a lot.

Guess who's getting a gold star?

Well, that would be you, baby girl,
if you've got some good news for us.

Well, I started my missing persons
search in Spokane county,

and wouldn't you know,
there's been 10 in the last five years,

all in their early 20s.

And isn't this interesting?
It's always in the spring,

and their cars are never recovered.

And fret not,
I'm looking for the cars, too.

- Anything else?
- Local P.D. identified the latest victim

through dental records.
His name's Alex Harrison.

- He's from Washington.
- Where was he last seen?

Family statements say he was
traveling to work in Spokane,

and both victims last year were
traveling outside of Spokane, too.

All victims headed to the city.

And none of them reached
their destination.

- Garcia?
- Already on it.

There are four major
roadways into Spokane.

Highways 395, 195 and Highway 2.

- There's also Interstate 90.
- Were there any police reports

or roadside assistance calls
from those highways?

You're gonna know that as soon as I do.

Okay, we've got two locations.

I'm happy to go to Idaho.
The woods is like your second home,

- right, Prentiss?
- Yes, sir.

Hey, Reid, why don't you go to Spokane?

I could use the fresh air.

We'll touch base
every couple of hours.

I'll call you when we get on the mountain.

We've got two male and one female victim.

All about the same age, but from
different socioeconomic backgrounds.

The only thing they seem to have in common

is they were traveling to the same city.

And broken bones.
There's a hairline fracture

in the wrist, a sprained ankle
and a broken nose.

Also early autopsy reports show soft
clean tissue damage

and deep puncture wounds
to the major organs.

Bullets flare out when they hit the body.
It's got to be something else.

Whatever weapon was used
cut completely through

the front of the chest
and went right out of the back.

It's interesting,
given the point of entry,

that each victim has two wounds.

- It's always two.
- Raymond Schaeffer.

You must be Agent Jareau.

Nice to meet you.
This is Special Agent Aaron Hotchner,

Dr. Spencer Reid.
This is Sheriff Raymond Schaeffer.

- Well, I see you're getting settled.
- Thank you for the space.

Well, thank you for flying out.

Has Alex Harrison's family
been notified yet?

Not yet. Parents were divorced.
He lived with his father.

I was waiting for your unit to arrive.

- Could use the company.
- I'm happy to come along.

- Hotch, I'll let you know what I find.
- Thanks.

Is this your first notification, Sheriff?

Is it that obvious?

I can give you a few tips.

I just got this promotion.

And the sheriff I replaced
retired after 30 years,

so I've got big shoes to fill.

I'm just happy deaths
in our county are down.

Believe me, it never gets easy.

This father's worst nightmare
is about to come true.

Boise National Forest
BOISE, IDAHO

- How was the drive up the mountain?
- Well, before or after the flat tire?

That good, huh?
I'm the head ranger, Lizzie Evans.

Hi, Agent Prentiss. This is Agent Morgan.
Agent Gideon's still in town.

You must be exhausted from the trip,

but we need to keep moving.
We want to be out of here by nightfall.

Then by all means, after you.

- Yes?
- Sir, are you Timothy Harrison?

Is this about Alex?

Politely ask them to sit and be
prepared for a physical reaction.

I once had a woman faint and hit her head,

and I had to give her the news
a second time at the hospital.

That wasn't fun.

Mr. Harrison, can we sit down?

If you don't mind, I'd like to stand.

Sir, I wish I didn't
have to tell you this,

but we've found your son, Alex,
in the Boise National Forest.

So he's okay?

I'm so sorry, Mr. Harrison, but
Alex wasn't alive when we found him.

Denial is the first emotion,
so be prepared

to explain to them
how you know that this is their child.

This is a mistake.
Alex doesn't know anyone in Idaho.

- How do you even know it's him?
- Well, sir, when you filed

a missing persons report, you gave us
access to his dental records.

You're lying.

Be gentle. Allow yourself to show emotion.

It will validate
what the family's feeling.

First rule on the police force,
Agent Jareau. No crying.

God, tell me this isn't true.
I'll do anything. Please, help me.

We can't imagine what you're
going through, Mr. Harrison.

He's all I've got. My boy.
Don't you understand?

I do.

Sir, we're investigating Alex's death
as a possible homicide.

Murder?

We were hoping that maybe you could
answer some questions.

Alex was the best wideout
the Huskies had seen in years.

He was physical, strong,
and he had great instincts.

After graduation he wanted a career.
Didn't want to be known as a jock.

This can't be happening.

I need to call Alex's mother.

Of course.
We'll stay here until your family arrives.

How long you been a ranger?

Five years now. But I've lived
in these woods my whole life.

Growing up out here
help you do your job?

Look around.
Do you see or hear anything right now?

- No.
- No.

There's a black bear
about 25 yards to your right.

How long before we're able to do that?

Depends on how well
you use your instincts.

Well, this gives new meaning
to the word "remote."

Yeah, it'd be awfully hard to find
this location

if you weren't familiar with the area.
There must only be a handful of people

who know the terrain
well enough to survive.

Boot tracks.

They're the same tread,
but they're different sizes.

Well, there's at least two people
that know this terrain.

Okay, so this is where
Alex Harrison's body was found.

Morgan, from this particular spot,
there are areas of higher ground that

look down to where the victim died.

Yeah, I've got
a perfect view of you

through the trees right here.

Those are basic tactics that hunters use.

They use vantage points
to watch their prey.

If these are tactics that hunters use...

They were precise enough
to cover each other

and take out their prey at the same time.

If both victims had two wounds,

could be one for each offender.

I think we know how Alex Harrison died.

You think this guy looks bad,
you should see the driver.

He needed 10 stitches.

You better hurry.

All the groups are filling up. You like
the challenge of a bear, don't you?

Actually, I prefer picking up my meat
at a grocery store.

Oh, you're one of those, huh?

Better be careful out there,

'cause in three days
it's going to get busy as hell

- up on our mountain.
- Hunting season?

Yeah, ever since somebody wrote about us

in some fancy travel magazine,

we've got loads of tourists
migrating up here.

If I was going to take out an animal
anywhere from

100, 200 pounds,
what type of weapon would I use?

A shotgun and a compound bow are the tops,

but buckshot can be a bit messy.

I love arrows.

It can completely penetrate
the body of a small animal.

It's the most effective kill.

Arrows.

Hotchner. Hold on a minute,
I'll put you on speaker.

Hunting season
officially opens in three days.

Does it look like the victim's wounds
could be from an arrow?

Whatever punctured the organs
had to be long enough

to penetrate the chest
and mimic a .22 caliber bullet.

So, yeah, it's possible.

I think these victims are being caught,
taken to the woods

and hunted like wild animals.

Oh, not again.
Come on, Ruby. Come on, baby.

Three more miles.

Damn it.

Hey. Hello?

Hey, I called before. My car's
broken down for good, Highway 2.

Can you hear me? Oh, never mind.

Do you need some help, miss?

So I started pulling hunting licenses.

You should narrow down
the suspect list before you dive in.

Well, what else are we looking for?

You're about to find out.

We're looking for at least two offenders
in good physical condition.

They'd have to be fit
to make it through this terrain.

And nobody would go that deep
into the woods without backup.

Killing teams are like most partnerships.

One weak, the other strong.

These men haven't exhibited
any sexual interest in their victims.

So they're either
developmentally prepubescent.

Or they could be related.
Immediate relatives wouldn't discuss

sexual encounters, let alone
perform them in front of each other.

If they are related, they could have
an us-versus-them mentality.

Their bond will be unbreakable,
because it's all they know.

Most hunters put animals
out of their misery.

The men we're looking for,
they don't show any mercy.

These guys take pleasure in watching
their casualties die a slow death.

Every spring for the past
five years, people have gone missing.

We think the killers wait for their prey
to migrate through these woods.

Courtney Jacobs, Shane Everett
and Alex Harrison were all healthy,

smart adults who survived for days
by following their instincts.

They found themselves
in the middle of nowhere.

They were either approached in a way
that wasn't threatening.

Or the offenders waited for
a moment of weakness,

the perfect time to attack.

These particular hunters
are very seasoned.

They're very efficient.

It's no surprise that they've chosen
a weapon to be a compound bow.

It requires the utmost precision,

and it provides them with
a challenge every time.

Like the trophy hunter,

these men,
they plan their killings with care.

They decide the type of victims they want,

how and where they want to kill them

- and with what weapon.
- Hunting is their sport.

Humans are their targets.

Use every hunter's instinct
in your bodies.

Good luck.

Yeah, Garcia.

If they were buying their weapons
close to home,

we need a list of hunting stores
in Spokane county.

- Let me call you back.
- You should hear this.

The newspaper said the FBI
was here investigating those homicides.

I didn't know where else to go
when Bobbi didn't show up or call.

When was the last time you talked to her?

Yesterday.

She was going to stay with me before
this big job interview in Spokane.

She was really excited about it,
so when she didn't show up,

I knew in my gut that something was wrong.

I was the one that convinced her
to stay with me and now...

This isn't your fault. Okay?

Should we get some fresh air?

She's only been missing since last night.

- You sure it's related?
- I'm not going to wait to find out.

I'm going to fax this to Gideon.

It's been three days
since they killed Alex Harrison.

Why'd they take another victim so soon?

This is their hunting season.

And they can't waste any time.

Only two days before it gets crowded
around here.

They won't have any more privacy.

If Bobbi Baird is their next victim,
she could be on her way.

This is Evans. I need roadblocks now.

Copy that.

You got that down good, man.
It reminds me of Uncle Joe.

- Whoa!
- Whoa.

- We got a live one.
- Get away from me!

Get it out.

There you go.

Are you done?

- What are you doing?
- Nobody can hear you.

You've got to save your strength.

What the hell do you want from me?

Do you want to have some fun?
Go ahead. You want to tell her?

Run.

Go!

Bobbi Baird's last two cell phone
connections were both to 911.

It looks like each call only lasted
a couple of seconds

before they dropped out.

- She was on Highway 2.
- It's a dead zone for cell phones.

Any idea what the trouble was?

No. Cruiser was dispatched
to check it out,

but by the time he got there,
there was no sign of her or her car.

And speaking of vanishing vehicles,
I'm still looking for Alex Harrison's.

We're standing in the middle
of three million acres.

She could be anywhere. We've only
got two murder sites, miles apart.

- There's no pattern yet.
- Both sites are low-lying.

They can be tracked from above.

Maybe there are blinds built into
the trees, or at least access to them.

With good vantage points,
they can see their prey for miles.

Why'd we have to bring all of this stuff?
Anyone heard of Beanie Weenies?

- We're not 10 anymore.
- Help! Help me!

Help me! Help! They're coming!

- Who?
- There's two guys.

They're trying to kill me.

Oh, my God.

- Where did that...
- Joel!

- Run!
- Go!

Go, go!

She ran a lot faster than I thought.

Yeah, well, now it's going to get fun.

Luke. Stop. I can't keep up.

Stay the hell away from her.

Hey. I mean, look, I'm really sorry

about what happened to your friends, okay?

Our friends are dead.

And those guys chasing you
weren't after us.

Well, it didn't look like
it mattered much to them, did it?

Look, all I know is if she's around,
we could be next.

What are we supposed to do,
leave her for those maniacs?

We don't know who she is.
What if she did something to them?

Two psychos abducted me, all right?
Next thing I know,

- I'm running for my life in the woods.
- Yeah, that's your story.

All right, look, we're going to lose
daylight. We've got two choices.

We can either stick together,
or we go our own way.

- We should stick together.
- What?

You just be sure to keep
a good distance between us.

Hey, instead of referring to me
as "she" and "you,"

- try using my first name.
- I don't want to know your name!

If anything else happens, I don't want
to feel like I ever knew you at all.

What have you got?

There are three stores
outside Spokane

that sell the exact type of arrows
you are looking for, and before you ask,

of course I've already sent
the addresses to your handheld.

- Garcia, you're the man.
- Oh, no, you're the man.

Do you keep records to document
who buys hunting arrows?

After a week, we only keep receipts
if they pay by credit card.

You get a lot of repeat business
up here, don't you?

Every year people get
their ammo and supplies here

before heading up to the mountains.

Groups of men? Like fathers and sons?

Sure.

Can I ask you gentlemen,
why is this a police matter?

We're looking for two men,
possibly related.

You might remember them because
one always does all the talking

and the other would become very
uncomfortable if you spoke to him.

It'd be even worse
if that person were a female.

Well, there are these two brothers
that have been coming here for years.

They got some supplies here
a few days ago.

The younger one's so painfully shy,
it's almost sweet.

Even after all these years,
he still hasn't warmed up to me.

Their uncle was a quiet man,
and he passed away some time ago.

Did you find a receipt?

- Well, they paid in cash.
- Let me take a look at that.

I'm pretty sure their name was Mulford.
I think their uncle's name was Joe.

- Thank you very much.
- I'll call Garcia.

Garcia, I need everything you have
on a man named Joseph Mulford.

Okay, it says here Joseph Mulford

was convicted of multiple assault
and batteries.

He owned a service station,
but it changed hands

when he passed away.
He gave it to his nephews,

Paul and John Mulford.

I don't have to ask where it's located,
do I?

No, you don't. But since you did,
gorgeous gray matter,

I'll have you know I'm pulling it up
right now. And the computer says...

Whoa.

- What is it?
- That service station,

it's located on Highway 2.

Let me guess, close to where
the victims went missing?

Bull's-eye.

Still no sign of Bobbi Baird.

- Search teams are in until morning.
- We're running out of time.

It's getting dark.
I don't know what else we can do.

Well, you never know
how someone's going to react

when they're forced
into circumstances like these.

If Bobbi's still alive,
we just have to hope

she's found a safe place for the night.

Just stay close. It'll keep us warm.

Did you hear that?

Why don't you turn off the light
so they can't see us?

No, no, it's probably just
an animal or something.

Well, something's not good.

- Give it to me.
- No, no, no.

Whatever that noise is,
it's right behind us.

No, the footsteps are too light
to be them.

If they were that close,
they'd just shoot us.

Look at them. They look pretty scared.

- We should take them now.
- No, we'll wait until first light.

It's more fun
when they're not expecting it.

All right.

We've got a missing persons report.

Two couples camping over
the weekend didn't show up for work,

and they didn't check out
with the rangers.

- I'll organize a search and rescue.
- Where was their campsite?

Several miles from where
Alex Harrison's body was found.

Do we think there's a connection?

Well, if these hunters are looking for
more challenges, absolutely.

Let's go.

Still not open. How convenient.

Let's take a look around.

It's clear.

It's a Mustang.

Same make and model as Bobbi Baird.
These are definitely our guys.

No animal did this.

That depends on your definition of animal.

Looks like somebody shredded it
with a knife.

All the supplies have been dumped,
not eaten.

They want to make sure
if anyone found their way back here,

everything would be worthless.

Blood on the ground.

Two spots, here and there.

Hey, guys, we've got blood over here, too.

Okay, if I'm standing right up there,

this is wide open, and
I've got a clear shot at these victims.

It would explain all the blood
on the ground.

What about over here?

- That's another clear shot.
- So what do we think happened?

Two pools of blood, I say two victims.
It could be the campers.

Well, the question is,
where are they now? What is that?

They've already got one victim
in these woods.

Why'd they attack this couple?

Well, maybe they had to.

Bobbi Baird's their target.
If she ran towards voices,

then she had to come
right through this camp.

These people were in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

They weren't supposed to die.

No, they just got in the way.

Hotch found Bobbi Baird's car
at Mulford's service station.

Hiding them in plain sight.

- It's run by two brothers.
- You heard of the Mulfords?

We go by first-name basis around here.

But you tell me what they're driving,
my people will find it.

Oh, my God.

Whoa!

Did you see that?

Come on, Luke, look at me. Come on.

Don't do this. Help me stop it.

There you go.
I told you you'd get your first buck.

We've got to go.

I cannot leave him out here alone.

Come on, Heather. Come on.

I can't just leave.

- Go.
- Come on.

- Go. Go.
- We've got to go.

Come on.

No, no, no, no. Come on, it's too easy.

Come on, girl. Come on. Come on.

All right, let's go. Let's go.

So what'd they do?

Just patrol the highway
looking for broken-down cars?

We've got a 2-10 in progress.

- They picked up dispatches.
- Hey, Hotch, you should see this.

Hey, what color was Alex Harrison's car?

It was blue. Why?

I think we found it,
along with some others.

If all of these have cars...

We're looking at a lot more victims.

I've got at least three sets
of footprints here.

- I lose them in the pine needles.
- They pick back up over here.

Okay, Evans,
can we get your team to help us out?

Yeah. Bunting,
help these agents follow the tracks.

You got it.

Everybody in before sundown.

Guys, look at this.

First one expired in 1980.

The boys weren't even born yet.

The uncle must have
started the killing,

and the boys have continued the tradition.

What are you doing?

- I don't know where we're going.
- We can't just stop.

It's part of their game.
They love the chase.

As long as we're running,
we're just giving them what they want.

If we don't get the hell out of here
right now, we're both going to die.

Not necessarily.

Paul and John Mulford, 26 and 22,

were orphaned as toddlers.

Abandonment issues.

State kept them together by finding
the only living relative, their uncle.

He raised his nephews completely
off the grid. They never went to school.

No socialization other than
the patrons of the station.

He was drafted in 1968.
He was only 18 years old.

He was relieved from duty two years later.

Reports of hallucinations and delusions.

The boys were raised with
no social compass

by the only relative they ever knew.

A psychotic possessed with bizarre beliefs

who taught them how to hunt
and who to kill.

Look at this. They've been hunting
these woods their whole lives.

It's from her sweater.

Where is she? Where are you hiding?

No, don't.

Sorry.

Okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Johnny. Johnny. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.

Okay. It's okay. It's okay.

I found the IDs
of Joel and Taylor Brause,

two of the missing campers.

- Married?
- Yeah.

This is Agent Morgan. Go for Gideon.

Gideon here. Where are you?

We followed the tracks for several miles,

and now we can see something
in the distance.

Can you get to higher ground?

- You see it?
- Smoke.

Get you warmed up.
Everything's going to be all right.

- It's going to be all right.
- You think so?

Yeah, I know so.

But you got to be strong. Okay?
All right? It's just a lot of blood.

It's just a lot of blood. It's all right.

Oh, God, please don't let me die.

I'm going to go take care of
that friend of ours,

and then I'm going to come back...

I'll come back, we're gonna get you
fixed up good as new.

- I promise. I promise.
- Okay. Okay.

I promise.

Where are you, you son of a bitch?

I'm tired of running.

You're a coward, just like your brother.

Do you see the fire?
It's right through those trees.

- There's a man laying next to it.
- Could just be a couple campers.

- Let's be prepared if it isn't.
- FBI.

He's covered in blood.

- We've got to get him out of here.
- I'll call for an evac.

Son, can you hear me?
My name's Jason Gideon.

We're with the FBI.
We're going to get you out of here.

Okay? Can you hear me? Are you here alone?

Over there.

She's gone.

- It's a woman.
- She was shot with an arrow.

There's a compound bow about
25 feet away from her body.

What?

All the other victims were shot
in the chest area.

This boy has wounds in his lower abdomen.

You don't think he was shot with an arrow.

Looks like he was stabbed.

Son, are the men who did this to you
still in the woods?

We have a team of FBI agents
looking for them.

It's all right, they've got an order
to shoot if necessary.

- No! Please!
- It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

- You are safe. You are safe here.
- Don't shoot him. He's all I have.

Is your brother out there?

Mmm-hmm.

- What's your name?
- Johnny.

Johnny, you need to tell us
where Paul is, before it's too late.

Just tell me where he is.
Tell me where he is.

- He said about half a mile due east.
- Let's go.

Paul Mulford. FBI!

Put down the weapon.

No!

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

- He's clean.
- Oh, Johnny.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- You got him?
- I got him.

- I'm going to call Gideon.
- Johnny.

- Is he dead?
- Soon.

How can these guys do something like this?

Because they don't think like you and me.

How does it feel,
you son of a bitch?

Looks like I had all the fun.

British historian
James Anthony Froude once said,

"Wild animals never kill for sport.

"Man is the only one to whom

"the torture and death of his
fellow creatures is amusing in itself."

You okay?

Mmm.

- I've never seen you look so...
- Quiet?

What's up?

Bobbi Baird asked me a question
that's sticking with me.

What was it?

She asked me how they could do it,

how those men could hunt
and kill people in the woods.

What'd you tell her?

That they don't think like we do.

But the truth is

that we do think like them.

Yeah, we do. Because it's our job.

We need to know how it feels.

We hunt these people every day.

The question is, how different are we?
Us and them?