Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 2, Episode 22 - Legacy - full transcript
Kansas City, Kansas Police Detective Cal McGee believes that street people in the city are being abducted and probably murdered. While others believe that the decrease in crime is due to his good work in getting the homeless off the street - he recently won a meritorious service award for doing such - he, with copious notes of those he sees on the streets, knows of sixty-three of those people whose whereabouts are no longer known. He also received a letter stating that the award was given to him without him doing any of the work. There is no official case so the BAU cannot get involved. While the rest of team work on putting together a profile of the unsub abductor, Hotch, with J.J. and on her urging, decides to go to Kansas City to at least speak to the KCPD about the detective's theory. This move is despite Hotch's feeling that Detective McGee is mentally unstable himself - he is displaying signs of obsessive-compulsive disorder. McGee's superior, Captain Wright, shows obvious disdain toward McGee (because of McGee's OCD) and the theory, about which he knew prior to Hotch's arrival. Regardless of the KCPD's view on the matter, J.J. finds a loophole that allows them to work on the case without the KCPD's invitation. Although the BAU believe that the unsub should be easy to spot in the neighborhood, they do have the added burden that those missing are unknown people except for what is written in McGee's notes.
(GURNEY WHEELS CREAKING)
(MAN WHISTLING)
(GRUNTS)
(OLD NATE GRUNTING)
OLD NATE: Wait! Wait! Wait!
Just... Just look at me! Please!
(MAN CONTINUES WHISTLING)
Is this... Is this a hospital?
Did I make it out? I made it?
(CRYING) This isn't a hospital.
(OLD NATE CRYING)
No. No.
Please, no. Please. Don't.
You're not teaching today?
This afternoon.
What's this?
It's genius.
HOTCH: You have Chaplin on film?
My great granddad was an accountant
at one of the first movie studios.
He lived in California?
No, no, no, Chicago.
Essanay Studios. Closed 1920.
Back then, four out of five movies
made in the US were made in Chicago.
They closed down, they let my grandpa take
a couple extra prints home.
They let him?
(CHUCKLING) Well, that's
the family's story. We're sticking to it.
This guy is a genius.
How come you haven't
brought these in before?
I'm showing it to my cadets today.
I try to leave them
with some kind of strategy
for dealing with the stress
the job brings.
Like comedy.
Greatest gift my granddad ever left
for me.
What's going on in here?
Oh, Mr. Chaplin, the funny guy.
You know, if what I hear is true
about that man,
that right there was the original player.
Okay, but guys, seriously,
what's up with the rickety projector?
They don't have this on DVD?
Hey, some people like things
run through a projector.
I think I'm going to let you two
old-timers do your thing. I'm out.
I've got a couple of Little Tramp
reels if you have time.
I've got a few minutes.
That's amazing.
-Agent Jareau?
-It's open.
Detective McGee, Kansas City P.D.
I called last week?
About some missing people
in downtown Kansas City?
Oh, right, right.
I'm sorry, didn't I ask you
to send me your files first?
Yeah.
(STUTTERING)
About that. I don't have any files.
No... No one's actually been reported
missing yet.
It's more like a theory.
Theory.
Yeah.
I brought you the most relevant ones.
I have, like, 40 more of them.
I catalog everybody
I come in contact with on the street.
Names, descriptions, what
they're wearing, identifying marks.
Anyways, my department assigned me
to keep an eye on downtown.
Skid row, dopers,
a hooker stroll, whatnot. Typical stuff.
And everything was going good until
I started noticing
there were less and less every week.
Of...
Of... Of them. Less vagrants.
Less prostitutes.
Less junkies strung out on the corners.
Well, it sounds to me like you're doing
a good job.
Yeah, that's what my bosses think.
I actually got an award last week
from the mayor's office.
-So...
-So I'm not doing it.
Crime went down because the people
committing the crimes have disappeared.
And then, over the last several weeks,
people seem to be disappearing
at a couple a day.
Isn't that the nature of these particular
groups is that they're transient?
No. No. Not this many, this fast.
I'm telling you I can...
I can talk to somebody at lunch
and by dinner time
they're wiped off the face of the earth.
Okay. How many is it?
Sixty-three.
Sixty-three people?
At least 63.
Sixty-three people that I regularly used
to see are just not there anymore.
And then last week I got
this in the mail at the station house.
(JJ CLEARS THROAT)
"There are two types of people in
the world.
"Those who do the work and those who
take the credit.
"You should be ashamed."
Somebody else knows that I'm getting
praised for something that I did not do.
Sixty-three people?
You're... You're sure about this?
Something is happening out there,
Agent Jareau.
Something bad.
You aren't sure whether anyone is
in fact missing?
No, I am... I am sure. I just can't seem
to convince anyone else of it.
-But no official investigation?
-CAL: No.
Sixty-three people can't be
coincidence, right?
Reid, any stats on the percentages of...
Well, I don't really know
how to phrase the question.
Homeless who go missing?
The very nature of homelessness
suggests a lifestyle of fluidity.
Yet, honestly, they're not
as transient as you would think.
They generally stay in small,
well-defined areas,
based on familiarity
and what services are nearby.
CAL: So... So you're saying
they don't just disappear.
Not normally, but I mean that doesn't
preclude the possibility.
GARCIA: Names, addresses, descriptions.
Do... Do you have any information
that might help us find them again?
I didn't have a need for it at the time.
PRENTISS: Garcia, do you have enough here
to see if they've been
reported missing by someone?
I don't... I don't know.
I ran them all through our computers
and came up blank.
GIDEON: None of them turned up deceased?
You checked the morgues and the hospitals?
I have checked everywhere, sir.
Simply being gone isn't a federal issue.
We're going to need an official
invitation into your jurisdiction.
An official?
Police Chief. Chief of Detectives.
It has to come down through
the chain of command.
We have no authority to look into this.
I don't know that I can do that.
Unless we're officially asked,
we can't help you.
Jurisdictional issues aren't open
for debate. Sorry, it's out of our hands.
Uh...
Hotch, there could be 63 victims here.
Well, I suppose you and I
could go back with the detective
and talk to his commanders
and try to impress upon them
the serious implications.
Thank you.
If we get an invitation,
we can send for the rest of you.
I just don't want to give the appearance
that we're running over them.
I'll wrap my class up.
If anything changes, let me know.
I should be available by 4:00.
JJ, be ready in 30.
Agent, sir. He took my book.
If you could leave your notebooks with us,
we can unofficially go over them and
maybe develop some more information.
CAL: How about I show you
which people aren't around anymore
and you can copy down all the information?
Okay. Well, you heard Agent Hotchner.
You've got 30 minutes to brief us
on 63 people.
Okay.
HOTCH: "Of all the preposterous
assumptions of humanity,
"nothing exceeds the criticisms made
of the habits of the poor
"by the well-housed, well-warmed,
and well-fed." Herman Melville.
Landing in 10 minutes.
What?
We're landing in 10 minutes.
Already?
It's a fast plane.
Wow.
-He's really into those notebooks.
-Almost obsessional.
JJ: You mean, clinically obsessional?
Excessive note-taking could be
a form of OCD.
So the only witness we have to any
of this might be mentally unstable?
That's possible.
This may be a wild goose chase.
But, as someone I greatly respect
suggested,
sixty-three people may be in trouble.
Now I think that that's worth the chase.
Damn.
That is a lot of people.
Homeless men, homeless women,
runaways, prostitutes and drug users.
Can all of their disappearances
be a coincidence?
REID: Yeah, technically
it wouldn't really be a coincidence
since a number of these people
share high-risk traits
which throws the curve off.
You see the word "coincidence"
implies that...
Hey, hey, kid, we do not need
a vocabulary lesson right now.
Right. Sorry.
What was it the Yorkshire Ripper
said about his victims?
"The women I killed were filth.
"Bastard prostitutes that were littering
the streets.
"I was just cleaning up the place a bit."
He's a house cleaner.
Mission-based killer who believes
his murders are helping society.
These guys devolve rapidly
until they're just killing machines.
And our hands are tied by
jurisdictional concerns?
What are we supposed to do?
If we don't follow a city's jurisdiction,
no one's ever going to ask us for help.
We do it by the book. And we pray that
no one else gets hurt in the meantime.
(HORN HONKING)
You're kidding me, right?
You got nothing I need.
STEVEN: Someone wants company.
-What, like a date?
-STEVEN: I'm supposed to take you.
-In this?
-STEVEN: Get in.
Slow down.
A private party's going to cost you
about 500 bucks, baby.
STEVEN: Get in.
Are you all right with that?
500 bucks? Cash.
STEVEN: He'll pay. Get in.
You're a twitchy little thing, aren't you?
No. Use the side door. No one can see you.
Yeah. Whatever.
All right, you beautiful thing, you.
Talk to me. Tell me you've got
something I can work with.
Oh, I wish I could, but I've gone
through 41 names so far
and none of them are reported missing
in any database.
Come on, girl, not one?
No. I even went INTERPOL on it.
Big fat zero.
Damn.
It's unbelievably sad, isn't it?
MORGAN: All right, just keep doing
your thing, all right?
Yeah.
Let me know if you find anything
with the rest of the names.
GARCIA: Okay.
(GRUNTS)
What did you do to yourself, girl?
(GRUNTS)
That driver.
(GROANING)
What was that he gave me?
(YELPS)
What the hell? You took my shoes?
What are you, some kind of freak?
Let me out of here!
Oh.
Look, if this is your idea of a joke
I'm not laughing.
(EXCLAIMS)
(MUFFLED) Damn it!
Oh, you're going to pay for this, freak.
Believe me.
(GRUNTS)
(GLASS TINKLING)
(CRYING) Oh, my God.
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(CRYING)
I'm hurting.
I cut myself.
Will somebody please help me?
Will somebody please help me here?
Police Department
KANSAS CITY, KANSAS
This is my desk over here.
Is this your commander's office?
Yeah. I'm going to go talk to him first.
Sure.
This is the neatest detective's desk
I have ever seen.
HOTCH: Mmm-hmm.
You did what? I'll call you back.
I'm guessing it didn't go too well.
I'm Captain Wright.
Agent Hotchner. This is Agent Jareau.
We're with the FBI's
Behavioral Analysis Unit.
Uh-huh.
Listen, guys, I don't know
what Detective McGee here told you...
Yes, you do.
I told them that there's a large number
of people missing
from my area of responsibility.
No, you think there are
a large number of people missing.
We discussed this last week.
He informed you of this before?
Agents, we have run every one
of the names from his notebooks
and we couldn't find
a single missing report.
Tell him what that other agent said
about homeless people
not going missing like this.
That's not exactly what he said.
Listen, guys,
I'm really sorry you came all this way,
but we don't need any FBI help.
May I have a word with you in your office?
Yeah, sure. Sure. Right this way.
You should have told us he already knew.
Would you have come?
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(EXCLAIMS)
Any news?
Haven't heard from Hotch or JJ.
Garcia went through all the names,
but couldn't find a single report
to hang an investigation on.
We've been compiling
preliminary profile thoughts
based on the limited victimology
that we have.
Profile? We don't even have this case yet.
We just want to be prepared in case
we are called in.
We don't have enough other work to do?
Gideon, he's a house cleaner.
With 63 potential victims.
What have you come up with so far?
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(EXCLAIMS)
I can't believe he did this.
HOTCH: Well, Detective McGee
is pretty sure
that these people are missing, sir.
Well, Detective McGee is...
A little obsessive-compulsive?
(CHUCKLES) Oh, you noticed that, huh?
It doesn't mean he can't be a good cop.
I thought assigning him to keep an eye
on skid row would be harmless.
Well, most of those people
only cause trouble for each other.
Is this the envelope the letter came in?
I had it dusted for prints. It's clean.
You've only been a cop for four years
and you're already a detective?
They promoted me to keep me away
from the general public.
That's why I'm baby-sitting skid row.
Hey, I'm sorry he got you to travel
all the way here.
Sir, we're happy to help with the problem.
What problem?
Sir, 63 missing people from
a localized area is unusual.
Are you kidding me?
Bums? Whores? Junkies?
Can these people even be missing?
You seem hostile to the idea that
these people could be in trouble.
No, what I'm hostile to is a member of
my command recruiting the FBI
to handle a case
that I don't even believe is happening.
You know the note he received
could be an UnSub reaching out.
It's not uncommon.
Or it could be another cop who's pissed
off that McGee got an award.
Sir, this type of UnSub is relatively
easy to catch.
Nobody else has to get hurt.
As far as I know, no one has been hurt.
Sir, I have some experience in this field
and I believe that your problem's
only going to get worse.
Oh, well, thank you.
We'll keep an eye on that.
You have a safe trip home.
-What if they were cheerleaders?
-Excuse me?
Or teachers? Or mothers?
How did you put it?
"Can bums even be missing?"
Well, sir, they can. They can be hurt,
they can be scared,
and they can be killed.
JJ: You must really care
about these people.
It's my job to care about them.
Most cops would say it's their job
to keep them in line.
Yeah, well, my father taught me
to be a different kind of cop.
Was he a detective, too?
Yeah, he was...
He was killed in the line of duty in '85.
I'm sorry.
Captain Wright was his partner.
It's the only reason
the department keeps me on.
I'm sure that's not the only...
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
-This postmark.
-CAL: Excuse me?
JJ: Kansas City. Missouri.
CAL: Right.
JJ: We're in Kansas City, Kansas.
Yeah, well, they're just across
the river from one another.
No. What they are is,
right across the state line.
-Hotch, it's federal.
-What?
If we want this case, it's ours.
It's federal.
This letter came from across the river.
From Kansas City, Missouri.
-Interstate communication.
-JJ: Puts it in federal jurisdiction.
Sir, this is now a federal case.
I would like to retain Detective McGee
as a consultant.
Oh, whoa. You're not opening
any investigations in my jurisdiction.
I don't want to fight with you.
Even though this is a federal case,
if we develop any information
I will come to you and your men
will make the arrest.
And why would you do that?
Because that's how we operate.
(GROANING)
(CRYING)
(EXCLAIMING)
Anybody there?
Hello?
I cut myself in here. Is somebody there?
(GASPS)
(DOOR CLOSING)
CHARLES: (ON INTERCOM)
Do you wish to know the future?
MAGGIE: What?
Would you like to see exactly how
your day is going to end?
(MURMURING)
Please, help me.
Please. Oh, God. Oh, God.
(CRYING)
No! No! No! Please, no! Don't.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(SCREAMING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(CRYING) Please! I have a baby!
Her name is Sheila May.
Please! I just want to go see my daughter!
I know you're there.
Why are you doing this to me?
What did I do to you?
CHARLES: (ON INTERCOM) What'd you do?
What is the legacy of a whore, Maggie?
How about AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea,
herpes, hepatitis, disease and filth?
What did you do? You were you.
CAL: Over the last four weeks,
it's been about four girls,
two guys from downtown...
BAU?
I'm Jason Gideon.
Agents Morgan, Prentiss and Dr. Reid.
Captain Al Wright.
If you want to get your squad together,
Captain, we can start giving the profile.
-Already?
-We've been working on it all day.
Oh, have you now?
Just out of an abundance of
preparedness. Yeah.
Give me a few minutes, guys.
I'm not sure if he's really okay with this
or he's sure we're wrong and wants
to see us embarrass ourselves.
(CRYING) I don't have any diseases.
I just went to the clinic! I'm clean!
CHARLES: (ON INTERCOM) You don't
even know the meaning of the word.
You have been judged
and sentenced to death.
Death? No. Please don't kill me.
I have a daughter!
I will do anything you want!
I assure you, I'm not without compassion.
You are in the center
of 130,000-square-foot facility.
You have until sunrise
to find your way out of here.
If you don't, your sentence
will be carried out.
You only have a few hours, Maggie. Go.
We're going to provide a psychological
profile of the man we're looking for.
It contains some unusual
specific personality traits
that someone out there
is bound to recognize.
Which will make him relatively easy
to locate.
The long-lasting negative impression
he leaves on anyone he might meet.
(EXCLAIMS)
MORGAN: We have a term for the
killing behavior this UnSub displays,
"Cleaning house."
Fixing what's wrong with the world.
REID: He's deeply rationalized
this behavior
and while he certainly knows
the killing is wrong,
he truly believes that
he's doing the world a great service.
MORGAN: Ultimately,
this type of UnSub becomes a loner.
There will not be too many people
that can still tolerate him.
Now, if he does have a relationship
at all, the person will not be his equal.
It will be someone subservient to him.
He'll be fastidious, tending toward
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
And he'll have an overwhelming sense
of indignation toward the things
that he's judged to be wrong.
He wouldn't even consider the reasons
why someone might disagree with him.
He sounds like a real jack off.
Exactly. Class A scumbag.
Detective McGee started noticing
the disappearances a year ago.
The UnSub probably
had a stressor at this time.
The death of a family member or someone
who had some semblance of control
over him.
Right now no one has control over him.
REID: It's probable that
he isn't currently working.
After this many victims
and the devolution that it brings,
a job just wouldn't leave him time
to practice his true calling.
Which is?
A predator. A killing machine.
By now it's become all he thinks about.
(CLICKING)
(COUGHING)
That's not fair, you son of a bitch!
(CONTINUES COUGHING)
(BUZZING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
What are you looking at?
I just want to ask you a few questions,
my man.
About what?
Unfamiliar faces walking around here.
(INAUDIBLE)
(ACOUSTIC BALLAD PLAYING)
Is there anything I can do for you?
Get you to a shelter maybe?
Have you ever seen one of them shelters?
I'll take my chances in the park.
At least I got the birds I can feed there.
Okay. Okay, I understand.
Be careful. You hear me?
This world needs
all of its beautiful ladies.
And that means you too, Mona.
Oh.
You're a good guy.
-You think?
-Yeah.
You make the people around you feel good.
Well, he's no Charlie Chaplin.
-Oh, again with the Chaplins.
-How'd you guys do?
Well, Reid got propositioned
by every prostitute we talked to,
but we didn't find anybody
who thinks they'd seen the UnSub.
Same story with us.
We saw Gideon and McGee a block back.
They hadn't had any luck either.
It's odd. If the UnSub were out here,
he'd stand out.
You know, people would recognize
the description.
So where does that leave us?
WRIGHT: Right where I thought we were.
Captain.
You said this guy would definitely
be memorable. You were adamant.
So, if no one out here remembers him,
according to you, he doesn't exist.
-That's not exactly what we said.
-It's what you implied.
What do you think
happened to them, Captain?
I told you I don't think anything
happened to them.
Oh, that's right, you think they
all got houses and jobs.
Okay, all this means is we have
another piece of the puzzle here.
Someone got over 60 street smart
people out of here and no one noticed.
REID: It's almost like he blended in.
JJ: It's more than that. It's like...
-You look a little cold.
-JJ: ...he must somehow belong.
HOTCH: Like he's here all the time.
Like Social Services.
PRENTISS: What?
-Captain Wright.
-WRIGHT: Yeah.
MORGAN: Does your social services
department patrol around?
Excuse me?
Do they drive around in the middle
of the night
looking for people to help?
WRIGHT: No. They have to be called
and then...
Morgan!
Mona! Mona, wait a minute!
Do not get in that van.
What are you doing?
I thought you didn't need any help.
He's gonna drive me to the park.
-Hey, how's it going, my man?
-I should go.
Slow down. What's your hurry?
I got a lot of work. I should go.
WRIGHT: Sir, do you have City Employee ID?
Look, I really don't have time for this.
Yes, you do. ID, please.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
HOTCH: Morgan. Morgan!
(MORGAN GRUNTING)
MORGAN:
Out of the car. Out of the car! Get out!
(STEVEN GRUNTING)
All right. All right. Don't hurt me!
Just don't hurt me.
(DOOR OPENING)
Oh, no way.
(GRUNTING)
(DOOR OPENING)
(PATTERING)
(BARKING)
(BARKING)
(MAGGIE GRUNTING)
(GROWLING)
(DOG SCRATCHING)
(THUDDING ON DOOR)
(BARKING)
(CRIES)
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING) No.
Please, I just want to go home.
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
No!
(WHOOSHING)
Not fair.
No, I didn't do anything.
(SIGHING)
It's good. It's good.
-He's terrified.
-Of us?
Of the UnSub.
Garcia couldn't find much
on this guy at all.
No employment records, no tax records,
no credit cards, no bank accounts.
The van is registered to a paper
corporation out of the Cayman Islands.
Other than having
a valid driver's license,
Steven Foster has no paper trail.
GIDEON: My guess is he's devoted
his entire life to helping the UnSub.
The UnSub takes care of everything
for him,
and in return,
Steven provides fresh victims.
So how do you know there's another guy?
Does he look like he could cleanly
pull off 63 murders?
So, if he's his accomplice,
why is he so afraid of the guy?
Steven's the only person in the world
truly aware of what
the UnSub is capable of.
The only one still alive.
Sadism and torture invariably
get worse with every victim.
That's why this was so important.
We couldn't take the chance
that it wasn't happening.
(DOOR OPENING)
-That's him?
-HOTCH: He's not the UnSub.
Well, then who is he?
The only relationship the UnSub
has left in the world.
His only friend.
Do you want me to publicize the arrest?
-Put some pressure on the UnSub?
-No. He might run.
Okay. So, how are we
going to find him then?
Steven's going to tell us where he is.
Well, finally!
You took your damned time, didn't you?
What the hell am I doing here
anyways? I didn't do nothing!
I mean, what's the charges?
Do you even have any?
What did I do?
Offer to help an old lady get to a park?
Is that even illegal? I don't think so.
I should be getting some kind of award
instead of sitting in here waiting for you
to decide to talk to me!
I know. You're going to charge me
with that wreck, right?
Crashing into that car?
That was the other cop's fault.
The black guy.
He jumped into my van.
He caused me to... It was his fault.
It... It wasn't me. It was...
There were witnesses, you know.
Sit down.
I've been standing on the other side
of that glass
thinking about what to do
with you, Steven.
And this morning
I decided to save your life.
You're going to tell me
where my killer is.
You're going to give me an address
and you're going to tell me how to get
inside without raising an alarm.
You're going to draw me a map
if I need one.
And you're going to do this
because he's never been nice to you.
He constantly insults you
and belittles you.
He emasculates you and makes you
feel ugly and stupid and worthless.
Nothing you ever do is right.
Never good enough.
You hate him, Steven.
And you're also going to tell me
because you know
you screwed up last night.
He told you that your paramount concern
was not to attract the attention
of the authorities.
And you know the punishment
will be severe.
Nobody knows better than you
what he can do to people.
I've spent a long time studying
monsters like your friend
and I can promise you
he's going to do things to you
that even you can't imagine.
I can't.
My family has always worked
for his family. It's all I know.
His father died last year
and left everything to him.
All the money, all the...
He's the last one.
He changed after... He's different.
He's meaner.
-He's going to hurt me so bad.
-Not if we lock him up.
Not if you tell us
how we can put him away.
Holcombe.
His name is Charles Holcombe.
He owns the old meat packing plant.
(CHARLES WHISTLING)
(GASPS)
Great, you're going to hide your face
from me? Coward.
That old man was begging.
I'm not going to give you that,
you son of a bitch.
I'm not going to beg you for anything.
But you will beg, whore. They all do.
MORGAN: Charles Holcombe!
HOTCH: FBI.
MORGAN: Don't do it.
CHARLES: Let me do my job.
CHARLES: (GRUNTS) Don't!
(MAGGIE CRYING)
PRENTISS: It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
All right, look at me.
You're all right. It's over.
(CHARLES GASPING)
His face.
You've got some cuts,
but you're going to be okay.
(CRYING) No! I want to see his face.
Morgan?
(LAUGHING)
I won!
There's an ambulance outside.
Can you have someone check on my baby?
My mom was baby-sitting her
and I didn't get home last night.
We'll take care of it.
Thank you.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
HOTCH: "Nothing is permanent in
this wicked world,
"not even our troubles."
Charles Chaplin.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(MAN WHISTLING)
(GRUNTS)
(OLD NATE GRUNTING)
OLD NATE: Wait! Wait! Wait!
Just... Just look at me! Please!
(MAN CONTINUES WHISTLING)
Is this... Is this a hospital?
Did I make it out? I made it?
(CRYING) This isn't a hospital.
(OLD NATE CRYING)
No. No.
Please, no. Please. Don't.
You're not teaching today?
This afternoon.
What's this?
It's genius.
HOTCH: You have Chaplin on film?
My great granddad was an accountant
at one of the first movie studios.
He lived in California?
No, no, no, Chicago.
Essanay Studios. Closed 1920.
Back then, four out of five movies
made in the US were made in Chicago.
They closed down, they let my grandpa take
a couple extra prints home.
They let him?
(CHUCKLING) Well, that's
the family's story. We're sticking to it.
This guy is a genius.
How come you haven't
brought these in before?
I'm showing it to my cadets today.
I try to leave them
with some kind of strategy
for dealing with the stress
the job brings.
Like comedy.
Greatest gift my granddad ever left
for me.
What's going on in here?
Oh, Mr. Chaplin, the funny guy.
You know, if what I hear is true
about that man,
that right there was the original player.
Okay, but guys, seriously,
what's up with the rickety projector?
They don't have this on DVD?
Hey, some people like things
run through a projector.
I think I'm going to let you two
old-timers do your thing. I'm out.
I've got a couple of Little Tramp
reels if you have time.
I've got a few minutes.
That's amazing.
-Agent Jareau?
-It's open.
Detective McGee, Kansas City P.D.
I called last week?
About some missing people
in downtown Kansas City?
Oh, right, right.
I'm sorry, didn't I ask you
to send me your files first?
Yeah.
(STUTTERING)
About that. I don't have any files.
No... No one's actually been reported
missing yet.
It's more like a theory.
Theory.
Yeah.
I brought you the most relevant ones.
I have, like, 40 more of them.
I catalog everybody
I come in contact with on the street.
Names, descriptions, what
they're wearing, identifying marks.
Anyways, my department assigned me
to keep an eye on downtown.
Skid row, dopers,
a hooker stroll, whatnot. Typical stuff.
And everything was going good until
I started noticing
there were less and less every week.
Of...
Of... Of them. Less vagrants.
Less prostitutes.
Less junkies strung out on the corners.
Well, it sounds to me like you're doing
a good job.
Yeah, that's what my bosses think.
I actually got an award last week
from the mayor's office.
-So...
-So I'm not doing it.
Crime went down because the people
committing the crimes have disappeared.
And then, over the last several weeks,
people seem to be disappearing
at a couple a day.
Isn't that the nature of these particular
groups is that they're transient?
No. No. Not this many, this fast.
I'm telling you I can...
I can talk to somebody at lunch
and by dinner time
they're wiped off the face of the earth.
Okay. How many is it?
Sixty-three.
Sixty-three people?
At least 63.
Sixty-three people that I regularly used
to see are just not there anymore.
And then last week I got
this in the mail at the station house.
(JJ CLEARS THROAT)
"There are two types of people in
the world.
"Those who do the work and those who
take the credit.
"You should be ashamed."
Somebody else knows that I'm getting
praised for something that I did not do.
Sixty-three people?
You're... You're sure about this?
Something is happening out there,
Agent Jareau.
Something bad.
You aren't sure whether anyone is
in fact missing?
No, I am... I am sure. I just can't seem
to convince anyone else of it.
-But no official investigation?
-CAL: No.
Sixty-three people can't be
coincidence, right?
Reid, any stats on the percentages of...
Well, I don't really know
how to phrase the question.
Homeless who go missing?
The very nature of homelessness
suggests a lifestyle of fluidity.
Yet, honestly, they're not
as transient as you would think.
They generally stay in small,
well-defined areas,
based on familiarity
and what services are nearby.
CAL: So... So you're saying
they don't just disappear.
Not normally, but I mean that doesn't
preclude the possibility.
GARCIA: Names, addresses, descriptions.
Do... Do you have any information
that might help us find them again?
I didn't have a need for it at the time.
PRENTISS: Garcia, do you have enough here
to see if they've been
reported missing by someone?
I don't... I don't know.
I ran them all through our computers
and came up blank.
GIDEON: None of them turned up deceased?
You checked the morgues and the hospitals?
I have checked everywhere, sir.
Simply being gone isn't a federal issue.
We're going to need an official
invitation into your jurisdiction.
An official?
Police Chief. Chief of Detectives.
It has to come down through
the chain of command.
We have no authority to look into this.
I don't know that I can do that.
Unless we're officially asked,
we can't help you.
Jurisdictional issues aren't open
for debate. Sorry, it's out of our hands.
Uh...
Hotch, there could be 63 victims here.
Well, I suppose you and I
could go back with the detective
and talk to his commanders
and try to impress upon them
the serious implications.
Thank you.
If we get an invitation,
we can send for the rest of you.
I just don't want to give the appearance
that we're running over them.
I'll wrap my class up.
If anything changes, let me know.
I should be available by 4:00.
JJ, be ready in 30.
Agent, sir. He took my book.
If you could leave your notebooks with us,
we can unofficially go over them and
maybe develop some more information.
CAL: How about I show you
which people aren't around anymore
and you can copy down all the information?
Okay. Well, you heard Agent Hotchner.
You've got 30 minutes to brief us
on 63 people.
Okay.
HOTCH: "Of all the preposterous
assumptions of humanity,
"nothing exceeds the criticisms made
of the habits of the poor
"by the well-housed, well-warmed,
and well-fed." Herman Melville.
Landing in 10 minutes.
What?
We're landing in 10 minutes.
Already?
It's a fast plane.
Wow.
-He's really into those notebooks.
-Almost obsessional.
JJ: You mean, clinically obsessional?
Excessive note-taking could be
a form of OCD.
So the only witness we have to any
of this might be mentally unstable?
That's possible.
This may be a wild goose chase.
But, as someone I greatly respect
suggested,
sixty-three people may be in trouble.
Now I think that that's worth the chase.
Damn.
That is a lot of people.
Homeless men, homeless women,
runaways, prostitutes and drug users.
Can all of their disappearances
be a coincidence?
REID: Yeah, technically
it wouldn't really be a coincidence
since a number of these people
share high-risk traits
which throws the curve off.
You see the word "coincidence"
implies that...
Hey, hey, kid, we do not need
a vocabulary lesson right now.
Right. Sorry.
What was it the Yorkshire Ripper
said about his victims?
"The women I killed were filth.
"Bastard prostitutes that were littering
the streets.
"I was just cleaning up the place a bit."
He's a house cleaner.
Mission-based killer who believes
his murders are helping society.
These guys devolve rapidly
until they're just killing machines.
And our hands are tied by
jurisdictional concerns?
What are we supposed to do?
If we don't follow a city's jurisdiction,
no one's ever going to ask us for help.
We do it by the book. And we pray that
no one else gets hurt in the meantime.
(HORN HONKING)
You're kidding me, right?
You got nothing I need.
STEVEN: Someone wants company.
-What, like a date?
-STEVEN: I'm supposed to take you.
-In this?
-STEVEN: Get in.
Slow down.
A private party's going to cost you
about 500 bucks, baby.
STEVEN: Get in.
Are you all right with that?
500 bucks? Cash.
STEVEN: He'll pay. Get in.
You're a twitchy little thing, aren't you?
No. Use the side door. No one can see you.
Yeah. Whatever.
All right, you beautiful thing, you.
Talk to me. Tell me you've got
something I can work with.
Oh, I wish I could, but I've gone
through 41 names so far
and none of them are reported missing
in any database.
Come on, girl, not one?
No. I even went INTERPOL on it.
Big fat zero.
Damn.
It's unbelievably sad, isn't it?
MORGAN: All right, just keep doing
your thing, all right?
Yeah.
Let me know if you find anything
with the rest of the names.
GARCIA: Okay.
(GRUNTS)
What did you do to yourself, girl?
(GRUNTS)
That driver.
(GROANING)
What was that he gave me?
(YELPS)
What the hell? You took my shoes?
What are you, some kind of freak?
Let me out of here!
Oh.
Look, if this is your idea of a joke
I'm not laughing.
(EXCLAIMS)
(MUFFLED) Damn it!
Oh, you're going to pay for this, freak.
Believe me.
(GRUNTS)
(GLASS TINKLING)
(CRYING) Oh, my God.
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(CRYING)
I'm hurting.
I cut myself.
Will somebody please help me?
Will somebody please help me here?
Police Department
KANSAS CITY, KANSAS
This is my desk over here.
Is this your commander's office?
Yeah. I'm going to go talk to him first.
Sure.
This is the neatest detective's desk
I have ever seen.
HOTCH: Mmm-hmm.
You did what? I'll call you back.
I'm guessing it didn't go too well.
I'm Captain Wright.
Agent Hotchner. This is Agent Jareau.
We're with the FBI's
Behavioral Analysis Unit.
Uh-huh.
Listen, guys, I don't know
what Detective McGee here told you...
Yes, you do.
I told them that there's a large number
of people missing
from my area of responsibility.
No, you think there are
a large number of people missing.
We discussed this last week.
He informed you of this before?
Agents, we have run every one
of the names from his notebooks
and we couldn't find
a single missing report.
Tell him what that other agent said
about homeless people
not going missing like this.
That's not exactly what he said.
Listen, guys,
I'm really sorry you came all this way,
but we don't need any FBI help.
May I have a word with you in your office?
Yeah, sure. Sure. Right this way.
You should have told us he already knew.
Would you have come?
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(EXCLAIMS)
Any news?
Haven't heard from Hotch or JJ.
Garcia went through all the names,
but couldn't find a single report
to hang an investigation on.
We've been compiling
preliminary profile thoughts
based on the limited victimology
that we have.
Profile? We don't even have this case yet.
We just want to be prepared in case
we are called in.
We don't have enough other work to do?
Gideon, he's a house cleaner.
With 63 potential victims.
What have you come up with so far?
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(EXCLAIMS)
I can't believe he did this.
HOTCH: Well, Detective McGee
is pretty sure
that these people are missing, sir.
Well, Detective McGee is...
A little obsessive-compulsive?
(CHUCKLES) Oh, you noticed that, huh?
It doesn't mean he can't be a good cop.
I thought assigning him to keep an eye
on skid row would be harmless.
Well, most of those people
only cause trouble for each other.
Is this the envelope the letter came in?
I had it dusted for prints. It's clean.
You've only been a cop for four years
and you're already a detective?
They promoted me to keep me away
from the general public.
That's why I'm baby-sitting skid row.
Hey, I'm sorry he got you to travel
all the way here.
Sir, we're happy to help with the problem.
What problem?
Sir, 63 missing people from
a localized area is unusual.
Are you kidding me?
Bums? Whores? Junkies?
Can these people even be missing?
You seem hostile to the idea that
these people could be in trouble.
No, what I'm hostile to is a member of
my command recruiting the FBI
to handle a case
that I don't even believe is happening.
You know the note he received
could be an UnSub reaching out.
It's not uncommon.
Or it could be another cop who's pissed
off that McGee got an award.
Sir, this type of UnSub is relatively
easy to catch.
Nobody else has to get hurt.
As far as I know, no one has been hurt.
Sir, I have some experience in this field
and I believe that your problem's
only going to get worse.
Oh, well, thank you.
We'll keep an eye on that.
You have a safe trip home.
-What if they were cheerleaders?
-Excuse me?
Or teachers? Or mothers?
How did you put it?
"Can bums even be missing?"
Well, sir, they can. They can be hurt,
they can be scared,
and they can be killed.
JJ: You must really care
about these people.
It's my job to care about them.
Most cops would say it's their job
to keep them in line.
Yeah, well, my father taught me
to be a different kind of cop.
Was he a detective, too?
Yeah, he was...
He was killed in the line of duty in '85.
I'm sorry.
Captain Wright was his partner.
It's the only reason
the department keeps me on.
I'm sure that's not the only...
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
-This postmark.
-CAL: Excuse me?
JJ: Kansas City. Missouri.
CAL: Right.
JJ: We're in Kansas City, Kansas.
Yeah, well, they're just across
the river from one another.
No. What they are is,
right across the state line.
-Hotch, it's federal.
-What?
If we want this case, it's ours.
It's federal.
This letter came from across the river.
From Kansas City, Missouri.
-Interstate communication.
-JJ: Puts it in federal jurisdiction.
Sir, this is now a federal case.
I would like to retain Detective McGee
as a consultant.
Oh, whoa. You're not opening
any investigations in my jurisdiction.
I don't want to fight with you.
Even though this is a federal case,
if we develop any information
I will come to you and your men
will make the arrest.
And why would you do that?
Because that's how we operate.
(GROANING)
(CRYING)
(EXCLAIMING)
Anybody there?
Hello?
I cut myself in here. Is somebody there?
(GASPS)
(DOOR CLOSING)
CHARLES: (ON INTERCOM)
Do you wish to know the future?
MAGGIE: What?
Would you like to see exactly how
your day is going to end?
(MURMURING)
Please, help me.
Please. Oh, God. Oh, God.
(CRYING)
No! No! No! Please, no! Don't.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(SCREAMING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(CRYING) Please! I have a baby!
Her name is Sheila May.
Please! I just want to go see my daughter!
I know you're there.
Why are you doing this to me?
What did I do to you?
CHARLES: (ON INTERCOM) What'd you do?
What is the legacy of a whore, Maggie?
How about AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea,
herpes, hepatitis, disease and filth?
What did you do? You were you.
CAL: Over the last four weeks,
it's been about four girls,
two guys from downtown...
BAU?
I'm Jason Gideon.
Agents Morgan, Prentiss and Dr. Reid.
Captain Al Wright.
If you want to get your squad together,
Captain, we can start giving the profile.
-Already?
-We've been working on it all day.
Oh, have you now?
Just out of an abundance of
preparedness. Yeah.
Give me a few minutes, guys.
I'm not sure if he's really okay with this
or he's sure we're wrong and wants
to see us embarrass ourselves.
(CRYING) I don't have any diseases.
I just went to the clinic! I'm clean!
CHARLES: (ON INTERCOM) You don't
even know the meaning of the word.
You have been judged
and sentenced to death.
Death? No. Please don't kill me.
I have a daughter!
I will do anything you want!
I assure you, I'm not without compassion.
You are in the center
of 130,000-square-foot facility.
You have until sunrise
to find your way out of here.
If you don't, your sentence
will be carried out.
You only have a few hours, Maggie. Go.
We're going to provide a psychological
profile of the man we're looking for.
It contains some unusual
specific personality traits
that someone out there
is bound to recognize.
Which will make him relatively easy
to locate.
The long-lasting negative impression
he leaves on anyone he might meet.
(EXCLAIMS)
MORGAN: We have a term for the
killing behavior this UnSub displays,
"Cleaning house."
Fixing what's wrong with the world.
REID: He's deeply rationalized
this behavior
and while he certainly knows
the killing is wrong,
he truly believes that
he's doing the world a great service.
MORGAN: Ultimately,
this type of UnSub becomes a loner.
There will not be too many people
that can still tolerate him.
Now, if he does have a relationship
at all, the person will not be his equal.
It will be someone subservient to him.
He'll be fastidious, tending toward
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
And he'll have an overwhelming sense
of indignation toward the things
that he's judged to be wrong.
He wouldn't even consider the reasons
why someone might disagree with him.
He sounds like a real jack off.
Exactly. Class A scumbag.
Detective McGee started noticing
the disappearances a year ago.
The UnSub probably
had a stressor at this time.
The death of a family member or someone
who had some semblance of control
over him.
Right now no one has control over him.
REID: It's probable that
he isn't currently working.
After this many victims
and the devolution that it brings,
a job just wouldn't leave him time
to practice his true calling.
Which is?
A predator. A killing machine.
By now it's become all he thinks about.
(CLICKING)
(COUGHING)
That's not fair, you son of a bitch!
(CONTINUES COUGHING)
(BUZZING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
What are you looking at?
I just want to ask you a few questions,
my man.
About what?
Unfamiliar faces walking around here.
(INAUDIBLE)
(ACOUSTIC BALLAD PLAYING)
Is there anything I can do for you?
Get you to a shelter maybe?
Have you ever seen one of them shelters?
I'll take my chances in the park.
At least I got the birds I can feed there.
Okay. Okay, I understand.
Be careful. You hear me?
This world needs
all of its beautiful ladies.
And that means you too, Mona.
Oh.
You're a good guy.
-You think?
-Yeah.
You make the people around you feel good.
Well, he's no Charlie Chaplin.
-Oh, again with the Chaplins.
-How'd you guys do?
Well, Reid got propositioned
by every prostitute we talked to,
but we didn't find anybody
who thinks they'd seen the UnSub.
Same story with us.
We saw Gideon and McGee a block back.
They hadn't had any luck either.
It's odd. If the UnSub were out here,
he'd stand out.
You know, people would recognize
the description.
So where does that leave us?
WRIGHT: Right where I thought we were.
Captain.
You said this guy would definitely
be memorable. You were adamant.
So, if no one out here remembers him,
according to you, he doesn't exist.
-That's not exactly what we said.
-It's what you implied.
What do you think
happened to them, Captain?
I told you I don't think anything
happened to them.
Oh, that's right, you think they
all got houses and jobs.
Okay, all this means is we have
another piece of the puzzle here.
Someone got over 60 street smart
people out of here and no one noticed.
REID: It's almost like he blended in.
JJ: It's more than that. It's like...
-You look a little cold.
-JJ: ...he must somehow belong.
HOTCH: Like he's here all the time.
Like Social Services.
PRENTISS: What?
-Captain Wright.
-WRIGHT: Yeah.
MORGAN: Does your social services
department patrol around?
Excuse me?
Do they drive around in the middle
of the night
looking for people to help?
WRIGHT: No. They have to be called
and then...
Morgan!
Mona! Mona, wait a minute!
Do not get in that van.
What are you doing?
I thought you didn't need any help.
He's gonna drive me to the park.
-Hey, how's it going, my man?
-I should go.
Slow down. What's your hurry?
I got a lot of work. I should go.
WRIGHT: Sir, do you have City Employee ID?
Look, I really don't have time for this.
Yes, you do. ID, please.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
HOTCH: Morgan. Morgan!
(MORGAN GRUNTING)
MORGAN:
Out of the car. Out of the car! Get out!
(STEVEN GRUNTING)
All right. All right. Don't hurt me!
Just don't hurt me.
(DOOR OPENING)
Oh, no way.
(GRUNTING)
(DOOR OPENING)
(PATTERING)
(BARKING)
(BARKING)
(MAGGIE GRUNTING)
(GROWLING)
(DOG SCRATCHING)
(THUDDING ON DOOR)
(BARKING)
(CRIES)
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING) No.
Please, I just want to go home.
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
No!
(WHOOSHING)
Not fair.
No, I didn't do anything.
(SIGHING)
It's good. It's good.
-He's terrified.
-Of us?
Of the UnSub.
Garcia couldn't find much
on this guy at all.
No employment records, no tax records,
no credit cards, no bank accounts.
The van is registered to a paper
corporation out of the Cayman Islands.
Other than having
a valid driver's license,
Steven Foster has no paper trail.
GIDEON: My guess is he's devoted
his entire life to helping the UnSub.
The UnSub takes care of everything
for him,
and in return,
Steven provides fresh victims.
So how do you know there's another guy?
Does he look like he could cleanly
pull off 63 murders?
So, if he's his accomplice,
why is he so afraid of the guy?
Steven's the only person in the world
truly aware of what
the UnSub is capable of.
The only one still alive.
Sadism and torture invariably
get worse with every victim.
That's why this was so important.
We couldn't take the chance
that it wasn't happening.
(DOOR OPENING)
-That's him?
-HOTCH: He's not the UnSub.
Well, then who is he?
The only relationship the UnSub
has left in the world.
His only friend.
Do you want me to publicize the arrest?
-Put some pressure on the UnSub?
-No. He might run.
Okay. So, how are we
going to find him then?
Steven's going to tell us where he is.
Well, finally!
You took your damned time, didn't you?
What the hell am I doing here
anyways? I didn't do nothing!
I mean, what's the charges?
Do you even have any?
What did I do?
Offer to help an old lady get to a park?
Is that even illegal? I don't think so.
I should be getting some kind of award
instead of sitting in here waiting for you
to decide to talk to me!
I know. You're going to charge me
with that wreck, right?
Crashing into that car?
That was the other cop's fault.
The black guy.
He jumped into my van.
He caused me to... It was his fault.
It... It wasn't me. It was...
There were witnesses, you know.
Sit down.
I've been standing on the other side
of that glass
thinking about what to do
with you, Steven.
And this morning
I decided to save your life.
You're going to tell me
where my killer is.
You're going to give me an address
and you're going to tell me how to get
inside without raising an alarm.
You're going to draw me a map
if I need one.
And you're going to do this
because he's never been nice to you.
He constantly insults you
and belittles you.
He emasculates you and makes you
feel ugly and stupid and worthless.
Nothing you ever do is right.
Never good enough.
You hate him, Steven.
And you're also going to tell me
because you know
you screwed up last night.
He told you that your paramount concern
was not to attract the attention
of the authorities.
And you know the punishment
will be severe.
Nobody knows better than you
what he can do to people.
I've spent a long time studying
monsters like your friend
and I can promise you
he's going to do things to you
that even you can't imagine.
I can't.
My family has always worked
for his family. It's all I know.
His father died last year
and left everything to him.
All the money, all the...
He's the last one.
He changed after... He's different.
He's meaner.
-He's going to hurt me so bad.
-Not if we lock him up.
Not if you tell us
how we can put him away.
Holcombe.
His name is Charles Holcombe.
He owns the old meat packing plant.
(CHARLES WHISTLING)
(GASPS)
Great, you're going to hide your face
from me? Coward.
That old man was begging.
I'm not going to give you that,
you son of a bitch.
I'm not going to beg you for anything.
But you will beg, whore. They all do.
MORGAN: Charles Holcombe!
HOTCH: FBI.
MORGAN: Don't do it.
CHARLES: Let me do my job.
CHARLES: (GRUNTS) Don't!
(MAGGIE CRYING)
PRENTISS: It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
All right, look at me.
You're all right. It's over.
(CHARLES GASPING)
His face.
You've got some cuts,
but you're going to be okay.
(CRYING) No! I want to see his face.
Morgan?
(LAUGHING)
I won!
There's an ambulance outside.
Can you have someone check on my baby?
My mom was baby-sitting her
and I didn't get home last night.
We'll take care of it.
Thank you.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
HOTCH: "Nothing is permanent in
this wicked world,
"not even our troubles."
Charles Chaplin.
(ALL LAUGHING)