Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - True Night - full transcript
The team heads to LA to investigate a number of brutal killings which turn out to be related to the creator of a graphic novel, Jonny McHale.
ROSSI: Previously on Criminal Minds...
I met a guy.
I'm asking you out, Garcia.
Hey, Garcia?
I've been thinking
about doing this all night.
(GASPS)
We just need you to run
some Bar association records.
-Why doesn't she do it?
-ROSSI: She's in the hospital.
Well, this might be the coolest girl
I've ever met.
But her GUI is mind-blowing.
MORGAN: I'm not going anywhere.
This couch right here
is going to be my best friend
until we find this guy.
-Now leave it alone.
-Okay.
-Kevin Lynch.
-Penelope.
-You're good.
-You're better.
JONNY: No one sees true night,
what's really there in the dark.
It's not that they can't see.
They simply don't.
They feel an elemental force
that scares them into
the deepest reaches of their minds,
but they refuse to see the actual source.
Something watching them,
just out of their reach,
something cold and frightening,
something inhuman.
(CREATURE GROWLING)
(GRUNTS)
(HOWLING)
These are victims six and seven
within a two-week span.
-All killed with a bladed weapon?
-Yeah.
The attacks are getting
progressively worse.
-The first five were lone victims.
-He's getting bolder.
-And more vicious.
-Tell LA we can be there by 9:30.
I can open my own door.
-Not on my watch. Now, will you zip it?
-What the hell?
-What?
-What happened in here?
Oh! What, the mess? I got that.
(STUTTERS) Partially.
I guess the guy who was in here going
through your system, you know...
-Kevin Lynch.
-Yeah, he made a little bit of a mess.
-Don't worry about it.
-He changed everything.
Changed everything?
What are you talking about?
He adjusted the...
Forget it. It'll be...
Go. You need to get to LA.
No, listen, I'm going
to stick around for a while.
-I think you might need me.
-Stick around?
Yeah. The team can handle one case
without me. They'll be fine.
Honey, I know you love me,
but the prospect of you
whirling around here trying to fix this
is actually more frightening
than getting shot.
-Garcia, are you sure?
-I am completely fine. Look.
-Full range of motion, no pain.
-Stop, stop, stop.
(GRUNTING)
Will you stop with the uhs? Stop.
Go.
-You know I'm just a phone call away.
-Thank you.
Go.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS)
Kevin Lynch, you may be cute,
but if you ever mess
with my stuff again...
REID: "Superman is, after all,
an alien life form.
"He is simply the acceptable face
of invading realities."
Author, Clive Barker.
-What should I say?
-I don't know. Just say something.
(EXHALES)
-Why'd you hang up?
-I hate this.
It's not that big a deal.
Ah! I don't want to leave
a lame voice-mail message.
-All you have to do is say your name.
-Like yours?
What's wrong with mine?
Come on. I want something fun.
You're a writer. You promised to help.
All right, all right.
Why don't you say
you can't answer the phone
'cause you're out living your life?
-You hate it.
-I love it.
Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
Leave it at the beep.
(SIGHS)
-My hero.
-Quid pro quo?
-Oh! I love it when you speak Latin.
-Wait till you hear my French.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
-Jonny.
-BOBBY: Jonny!
(BANGING ON DOOR)
BOBBY: I know you're in there, Jonny.
Come on, Jonny, open up!
-What?
-Oh!
I don't check on you for a few months,
and you fall apart.
-What do you want?
-Are you serious?
You have a book signing in an hour.
-I'm not going to a book signing.
-Uh-uh! No, no, no, no.
I'm your agent, and we got an advance
from the publisher, baby,
-and it's a big one.
-Give it back.
Come on, Jonny, these are your fans.
They shlepped to a gallery
and camped there. All night.
Now, I don't know if you noticed,
but it rained on them. A lot.
(BOBBY CHUCKLES)
Check and mate. Get dressed. I've got
a coffee waiting for you in the car.
-What's this?
-It's something I'm working on.
-What do you mean?
-That sentence needs an explanation?
-What about Blue Six?
-I'm doing something new.
-Blue's due in two weeks.
-Not gonna happen.
Not gonna happen?
-I'm not feeling it anymore.
-Not feeling it.
-Stop repeating everything I say.
-Jonny, stop. You have commitments.
You're a professional.
What the hell is this anyway?
All this blood and decapitations?
When did your art get so violent?
I'm working on something new.
I'll call the publisher.
BOBBY: Sergio, not all pedestrians
have the right of way, okay?
We're already late!
My headache isn't going
to get any better with you screaming.
I got to admit, Jonny, the art is amazing.
Violent as hell, but amazing.
This character... What's his name? Night?
That's the whole name? Just Night?
Not very catchy.
What about Night Man? Or...
Ooh, I know. True Knight. With a K.
-No K.
-I'm just saying...
-No K!
-Message received.
I'm just asking questions here, Jon.
You know, how we kind of work
these things out together.
You think we work together?
I'm the talent, you're the leech.
What is wrong with you today?
(VICKIE LAUGHS)
-Are you going to work all night?
-I have a deadline.
I'm hungry.
How does someone so small eat so much?
Let's go get some jerky.
-It's midnight.
-So?
You really want to go out
in the middle of the night for jerky?
Teriyaki jerky. Hurry up.
Will you hurry up?
Seriously, would you just
hurry the hell up?
(SIREN WAILING)
I swear,
we are not there in five minutes...
Whoa! Something big happened.
Seriously, this is huge.
You should have listened to me.
It wouldn't have saved
that much time, Reid. Let it go.
The interchange between
the 405 and the 101 freeways
is consistently rated the worst
interchange in the entire world.
-Why do you know that?
-It's a government report.
-So what?
-So, you work for the government.
What, you don't read the reports?
On traffic patterns in a city
2,500 miles from where I live.
Twenty-two hundred and ninety-five miles.
Don't make me smack you
in front of all these people.
-I'm Brady, LAPD.
-Derek Morgan, Dr. Reid.
The rest of the team's
in an SUV behind us.
Yeah, stuck in traffic.
Uh... So, you had
two more victims last night?
They were discovered a little after 3:30
by a cleaning crew
finishing up in the building.
So, that's seven victims
over the past two weeks?
Bodies are in the alley.
What's left of them.
Same victimology?
Well, we don't have a positive ID on
either one of them yet, but clothing fits.
You really think
this is only one guy? Huh?
The level of overkill suggests
an UnSub in a psychotic break.
Multiple UnSubs
in violent psychotic breaks
operating in the exact same location
is exceedingly unlikely.
Yeah, it's probably one guy.
(OOH LA PLAYING)
He was supposed to be here at 1:00 p.m.
It's 1:11, Gus.
I just talked to his agent.
They're in traffic, okay?
Well, maybe they should have left earlier.
Look, you want the agent's number
so you can call and tell him off?
I'm just saying a schedule's a schedule.
It's probably the police activity
holding them up.
It's all over the scanner. There were
some murders near here last night.
-Murders? Plural?
-Two bodies.
Robbery Homicide's been there all night.
RH only comes out for the major cases.
If Jonny McHale doesn't show,
I promise you I will take
my considerable business elsewhere.
You can leave right now, Milo.
Seriously, where would you go? Hero World?
They never get anything day of release.
It's always oversaturated...
I present to you the one and only
-Jonny McHale.
-All right.
WOMAN: Hey, Jonny.
MAN: Jonny, I love your work!
(ALL CLAMORING)
-No.
-Jonny?
-Jonny!
-Bobby?
-That was the personal appearance?
-Milo, seriously, leave.
-They hate me at Hero World.
-Seriously.
VICKIE: Jonny? Jonny? Jonny?
(SPEED DIALING)
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
Leave it at the beep.
Vickie, call me, please.
Just call me back. I'm sorry.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
He jumped right out in front of me.
There was nothing...
There was nothing I could do.
Oh, my God. Can you get up?
Are you okay? Here, let me help you.
Can you get up? Are you okay?
Here, let me help you.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Help! What's wrong with you?
Let go! Let go of him!
(SCREAMING)
Jasper! Jasper, are you okay?
You son of a bitch! It was your fault!
You ran right out in front of us!
It was your fault!
Oh, my God, Jasper. Jasper, baby.
Baby, are you okay? Jasper.
I'd say it's definitely our guy.
Same victimology.
Hotch, this guy's getting
off-the-charts brutal.
Did you know that a domestic cat,
loose in a normal neighborhood,
is the equivalent of
a small-scale ecological disaster?
-Excuse me?
-They'll kill anything they can.
Bugs, rodents, birds, other cats,
small dogs, if possible, anything.
BRADY: That got something to do with this?
An UnSub in a violent psychotic break
is worse.
WOMAN: You ran right out in front of him!
Why didn't you...
It was your fault, your fault!
-Stop.
-What?
You blind or stoned?
-What?
-This is a crime scene, moron.
Go around.
Whoa. Careful there.
Hurt yourself?
-How'd that happen?
-I think I fell. I was running.
Are they dead?
-Looks like it.
-Are you sure?
My name's David. Rossi. What's yours?
-Jon McHale.
-Live around here?
Jonny. Where'd you go, man?
What happened to you?
-I need to get out of here.
-Well, come on, the car's right here.
-Seriously, are you all right?
-I think she's mad.
-Who?
-She won't call back.
-I've left tons of messages. Every day.
-Who, Jonny?
Vickie.
-Jonny...
-I have to tell her I'm sorry.
Just rest, Jonny, all right?
It'll be okay.
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come
to the phone right now 'cause...
-Mmm. I love jerky.
-More than anyone I've ever known.
-Do you love it?
-Love isn't really the word I would use.
My mother loves it, too.
Think I got it from her?
I highly doubt something
like that's genetic.
It's probably more environmental.
I wonder if the baby will love jerky.
-When did you find out?
-For sure, this afternoon,
-but I already kind of knew.
-Oh, God.
If it's a boy, I want to name him Jonny,
after his daddy.
Oh, Vickie!
I know a great therapist. She's
helped me through a lot of dark times.
Go away.
She's really good.
I can get you an appointment...
Leave.
Okay.
We can go to the comic shop
some other day, all right?
No.
Jonny, they're your fans.
Look, it's not your problem anymore, okay?
You're fired.
-What?
-Get the hell out.
But you're going to need me to help
you to get this new book on its feet.
Get out of my house!
Go.
(GRUNTS)
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
Leave it at the beep.
(GRUNTS)
Just take me home.
So, this area is more or less the
geographical center of the scenes.
Detective Brady's
putting together a task force
so we can canvass these three blocks
in both directions.
Any idea how many residents that covers?
Garcia estimates close to 3,000.
A lot of these buildings are single-room
occupancy. A high turnover rate.
So, it's transient.
There aren't a lot of records.
-Press conference went well.
-Good.
I think the media understands
what we're looking for.
It should be on local affiliates now.
Hopefully, we can
thin out the suspect list.
(EXCLAIMS IN FRUSTRATION)
(GROWLING)
(SLASHING)
(HOWLING)
Oh, my God.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
VICKIE: I wonder
if the baby will love jerky.
Baby?
-When did you find out?
-For sure, this afternoon,
-but I already kind of knew.
-Oh, God.
If it's a boy, I want to name him Jonny,
after his daddy.
Vickie. I love you so much.
Wait, wait, wait.
Oh, my God.
I promise first thing in the morning
I will buy a big, big ring.
-Jonny, you don't have to...
-Vickie Wright, will you marry me?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-Vickie?
-Jonny.
VICKIE: (SCREAMING) No! Jonny!
Vickie?
(VICKIE SOBBING)
Vickie?
(SIRENS WAILING)
-Same type of victims?
-Yeah, all gangbangers.
-Good riddance, if you ask me.
-HOTCH: Who's that?
It's Benson.
He's from the gang task force.
-If anyone had a violent end coming...
-What's the scene like?
It's actually
the gang leader's personal house.
A guy named Glen Hill.
His street name is Reaper. Guess why.
BRADY: Only Benson and me
have been inside. I didn't do much.
I kind of backed out
the minute I saw them.
-How many?
-Six. Four inside, two outside.
No survivors at all?
Never thought I could feel sorry
for these gangbanging sons of bitches.
We'll be there in a few minutes.
He actually went
to the gangbanger's house?
The other victims
were in alleys and dark corners.
It could be the UnSub was
initially just defending himself.
Like Bernie Goetz,
riding the subways with a gun,
-waiting for someone to confront him.
-Except he's seeking them out now.
Because psychotics in a break
always devolve.
Only a matter of time
before he becomes dangerous
to those closer to him.
VICKIE: (SCREAMING) No! Jonny! No!
Vickie?
Oh!
(GASPS)
Where's Vickie?
Jonny? You scared me.
Do you need something, sweetheart?
Oh, you hurt yourself.
-Where did Vickie go?
-I'm sorry?
-She was on the fire escape.
-Who?
-Vickie, my fiancée.
-You have a fiancée?
-She was on the fire escape.
-When?
-Just before I came in.
-Oh, Caesar was out there.
-I saw her come in here.
-Jonny, nobody came in here.
-Don't lie to me.
-I'm not lying to you.
-Where is she?
-WOMAN: Don't!
(SIREN WAILING)
-TSK?
-Twenty-Third Street Killers.
-Looks like they tried to fight back.
-REID: They failed.
Are we sure this isn't some kind of
gang retaliation kind of thing?
You're on the task force. Ever see
a street gang do something like this?
Yeah, but one guy?
One guy with a weapon, psychotic rage
and surprise on his side.
Yeah, just look at
any school or workplace shooting.
-So, what do we do now?
-We're already doing it.
An UnSub in a psychotic rage stands out.
Agent Jareau's got the media playing
the press conference every hour.
She's putting the profile
out to the public.
Someone in this man's world
knows he's in crisis.
Hopefully, they'll recognize
the description.
Hotch, you need to see this.
Bitch. I know she was down there.
I saw her.
(GRUNTING IN FRUSTRATION)
(CRYING)
MAN: LAPD hotline. Yes, sir.
We appreciate your calling.
I got one says he thinks
it's God's mighty vengeance.
Good, we could use some help down here.
LAPD tip line.
Agent Jareau, we have some people
out front you need to talk to.
Ma'am, could you hold, please?
-They saw your press conference.
-Detective, line three.
FBI!
Wait. What did I do? What did I do?
What did I do?
JONNY: I haven't done anything.
There's been a big mistake.
-Then it'll work itself out, Jonny.
-I just draw comic books. I'm an artist.
And that guy out there, Bobby.
I fired him. He's probably just mad.
He's not mad at you at all.
Then why would he say
that I did something?
That's why he's here, right?
You remember I read your rights?
Jonny, look at me.
Tell me that you understand
that you can have a lawyer present
-before you speak to anybody.
-I don't want a lawyer.
-Tell me that you understand.
-I understand.
Somebody's going to be in
to talk to you real soon.
There's been a big mistake here.
I haven't done anything!
-REID: That's a lot.
-There's more.
-Did you find the murder weapon?
-HOTCH: Didn't need to.
-Why's that?
-Mr. McHale is a very sick young man.
-This is exactly...
-Yeah.
Can you go get the mug shot of Glen Hill?
Yeah, give me a minute.
-Is that all from Jonny's studio?
-Yes, sir.
He's not a killer. He's just sick.
You did the right thing
by coming here, Mr. Kim.
Now, you said you hadn't seen him
for a couple of months before today?
Yeah. I...
You get busy, you know?
There was no reason to,
you know, go there.
Vickie Wright, will you marry me?
-That's Glen Hill.
-He's missing.
You think I know where he is?
BRADY: Six months ago, he and his gang
victimized you and your girlfriend, right?
-JONNY: What?
-They attacked you on the street.
No.
And you couldn't identify any of them
after you got out of the hospital.
This is crazy.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hey, how are you feeling, baby girl?
I just can't seem to get my chair
adjusted just right again,
-but, other than that, mortified.
-Mortified?
Please tell me the UnSub isn't
Jonny McHale, the graphic novelist.
-Don't tell me you're a fan of this guy?
-Oh, my God, yes. He's a genius.
Well, sweetheart, you should see
what he thought the victims looked like
before he killed them.
Sometimes, for an artist,
the only difference
between insanity and genius is success.
I believe you're suffering
a post traumatic form
of a psychotic break.
-Psychotic?
-And you have been for weeks.
-Come on.
-It's possible you don't even know.
How could I not know?
It's a page from something I'm working on.
We know.
HOTCH: This is a murder scene
from two nights ago.
You were there. Yesterday.
I talked to you.
-We have photos of you.
-Wait, this is real?
These are members
of the Twenty-Third Street Killers.
Glen Hill's gang.
And there were six gang members
murdered in that house last night.
ROSSI: This was on your drawing board
when we arrested you.
JONNY: No. No, this can't be.
It doesn't make any sense.
HOTCH: The house belongs to Glen Hill.
There was a trail of blood
leading out the back door.
We believe that you took
Mr. Hill with you, when you left.
REID: Is this his phone?
It was on the floor when we took him down.
It looks like all the calls he makes
are to the same number.
Dial it.
Maybe it's someone who could help us.
At least help him.
(PHONE RINGING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
Leave it at the beep.
-Vickie?
-Vickie. That was his girlfriend.
But all these calls were made
within the last two days.
Sometimes what an UnSub does
actually makes sense.
These are just drawings. My imagination.
Severe PTSD is not uncommon
for victims of violent crime.
-Victims?
-You're bleeding.
-Looks like a grazing gunshot wound.
-HOTCH: Did they shoot you last night?
Look, stop it.
I would know if I had been a victim.
Do you remember being in the hospital?
-I was never...
-ROSSI: That's your medical report.
They cut you open, Mr. McHale.
MAN: Yeah, we'll call ahead.
ROSSI: You were nearly eviscerated.
They said it was a miracle you lived.
Miracle? You think living was a miracle?
All your drawings reflect actual
crime scenes. All of them, but one.
-Where is this crime scene, Jonny?
-Is this Glen Hill?
ROSSI: Where is he? Where's Glen Hill?
-(SCREAMING) Jonny!
-No! No!
You don't know what's out there.
No one knows about the night.
-We don't want to hurt you, Jonny.
-It's okay, son. It's okay.
I couldn't help her.
-Jonny, you don't have to...
-Vickie Wright, will you marry me?
(GROWLING)
-Vickie?
-Jonny.
Answer him, baby.
The man asked you a question.
-We don't want any trouble, guys.
-Don't much matter what you want.
Look, I've got a little bit of money.
It's not much...
-Answer him!
-Yes. Yes, I'll marry you.
It's okay, Vickie. It's okay. It's okay.
See, bro. You got more than you thought.
You got a fiancée.
-No! No! Jonny! Jonny! No!
-No! Vickie! Get off me!
-No!
-Get off me!
Help! Stop! Get off me!
You're not gonna want to miss this.
They made me watch.
It can help you if we can tell the court
that you told us where Glen Hill is.
-They made me watch.
-I know. I know, they're animals.
You're sick.
You didn't know what you were doing.
Where's Glen Hill, Jonny?
You're not gonna want to miss this.
GLEN: You're not gonna want to miss this.
Just leave it alone until I get there.
Hey, hey, hardhead, don't make me
spank you when I get back.
Don't listen to him, Garcia.
He's all talk.
Ah!
JJ, he just hit me.
Boys, behave, or I will ground you both.
-Is that one of Jonny McHale's books?
-Yeah, it's called Blue.
It's about a girl who thinks
she's a real human being, right?
But it turns out she's a robot
that was built by her uncle.
-So it's Pinocchio?
-Yeah, it is like Pinocchio,
only set in a high school in outer space.
Oh, by the way,
what happened to Vickie's phone?
-Phone?
-The one that Jonny kept calling
-with her message on it.
-Oh, we gave them both back to him.
You know, I couldn't imagine
having nothing left of someone
but a voice message.
-I think I'd never stop listening to it.
-Yeah, it's sad.
Hey, did you know that Carlo Lorenzini,
the guy that wrote Pinocchio,
was said to be obsessed
with the human nose?
-As a matter of fact, Pinocchio...
-Wow.
-...wasn't even the first character...
-Interesting. Coffee?
I'm all right.
Thank you, though, for asking.
Something wrong?
He's the first UnSub I've worked
that wasn't a bad guy, you know?
Six months ago,
Jonny McHale was just a regular person.
Every UnSub is ill on some level.
Most can't help what they do
any more than Jonny could.
But he went from successful writer
and artist to brutal killer in six months.
-He suffered an unbelievable tragedy.
-I know. I get it.
-So, what's bugging you?
-It just makes me wonder,
are we all capable
of becoming something like that?
Life is a hell of a thing
to happen to a person.
-You really don't have to do this.
-Woman, will you hush?
I could do it myself.
I just can't grip anything too tight yet,
and when I tried to do it,
it kept falling.
Will you sit your motor mouth down?
Oh.
See, now, that's perfect.
-Yeah?
-Totally.
-Well, there you go, my sweet lady.
-My hero.
I am nobody's hero.
Hey, do you know who Frank Miller is?
Frank Miller. Um, sounds familiar. UnSub?
No. Graphic novelist. 300? Sin City?
Oh, right, right, right. Cool movies.
Anyway, he said something once,
and it makes me think of you.
GARCIA: "The noir hero is a knight
in blood-caked armor.
"He's dirty, and he does his best to deny
"the fact that he's a hero
the whole time."
(PHONE DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
-Leave it at the beep.
-(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
(PHONE DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
I met a guy.
I'm asking you out, Garcia.
Hey, Garcia?
I've been thinking
about doing this all night.
(GASPS)
We just need you to run
some Bar association records.
-Why doesn't she do it?
-ROSSI: She's in the hospital.
Well, this might be the coolest girl
I've ever met.
But her GUI is mind-blowing.
MORGAN: I'm not going anywhere.
This couch right here
is going to be my best friend
until we find this guy.
-Now leave it alone.
-Okay.
-Kevin Lynch.
-Penelope.
-You're good.
-You're better.
JONNY: No one sees true night,
what's really there in the dark.
It's not that they can't see.
They simply don't.
They feel an elemental force
that scares them into
the deepest reaches of their minds,
but they refuse to see the actual source.
Something watching them,
just out of their reach,
something cold and frightening,
something inhuman.
(CREATURE GROWLING)
(GRUNTS)
(HOWLING)
These are victims six and seven
within a two-week span.
-All killed with a bladed weapon?
-Yeah.
The attacks are getting
progressively worse.
-The first five were lone victims.
-He's getting bolder.
-And more vicious.
-Tell LA we can be there by 9:30.
I can open my own door.
-Not on my watch. Now, will you zip it?
-What the hell?
-What?
-What happened in here?
Oh! What, the mess? I got that.
(STUTTERS) Partially.
I guess the guy who was in here going
through your system, you know...
-Kevin Lynch.
-Yeah, he made a little bit of a mess.
-Don't worry about it.
-He changed everything.
Changed everything?
What are you talking about?
He adjusted the...
Forget it. It'll be...
Go. You need to get to LA.
No, listen, I'm going
to stick around for a while.
-I think you might need me.
-Stick around?
Yeah. The team can handle one case
without me. They'll be fine.
Honey, I know you love me,
but the prospect of you
whirling around here trying to fix this
is actually more frightening
than getting shot.
-Garcia, are you sure?
-I am completely fine. Look.
-Full range of motion, no pain.
-Stop, stop, stop.
(GRUNTING)
Will you stop with the uhs? Stop.
Go.
-You know I'm just a phone call away.
-Thank you.
Go.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS)
Kevin Lynch, you may be cute,
but if you ever mess
with my stuff again...
REID: "Superman is, after all,
an alien life form.
"He is simply the acceptable face
of invading realities."
Author, Clive Barker.
-What should I say?
-I don't know. Just say something.
(EXHALES)
-Why'd you hang up?
-I hate this.
It's not that big a deal.
Ah! I don't want to leave
a lame voice-mail message.
-All you have to do is say your name.
-Like yours?
What's wrong with mine?
Come on. I want something fun.
You're a writer. You promised to help.
All right, all right.
Why don't you say
you can't answer the phone
'cause you're out living your life?
-You hate it.
-I love it.
Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
Leave it at the beep.
(SIGHS)
-My hero.
-Quid pro quo?
-Oh! I love it when you speak Latin.
-Wait till you hear my French.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
-Jonny.
-BOBBY: Jonny!
(BANGING ON DOOR)
BOBBY: I know you're in there, Jonny.
Come on, Jonny, open up!
-What?
-Oh!
I don't check on you for a few months,
and you fall apart.
-What do you want?
-Are you serious?
You have a book signing in an hour.
-I'm not going to a book signing.
-Uh-uh! No, no, no, no.
I'm your agent, and we got an advance
from the publisher, baby,
-and it's a big one.
-Give it back.
Come on, Jonny, these are your fans.
They shlepped to a gallery
and camped there. All night.
Now, I don't know if you noticed,
but it rained on them. A lot.
(BOBBY CHUCKLES)
Check and mate. Get dressed. I've got
a coffee waiting for you in the car.
-What's this?
-It's something I'm working on.
-What do you mean?
-That sentence needs an explanation?
-What about Blue Six?
-I'm doing something new.
-Blue's due in two weeks.
-Not gonna happen.
Not gonna happen?
-I'm not feeling it anymore.
-Not feeling it.
-Stop repeating everything I say.
-Jonny, stop. You have commitments.
You're a professional.
What the hell is this anyway?
All this blood and decapitations?
When did your art get so violent?
I'm working on something new.
I'll call the publisher.
BOBBY: Sergio, not all pedestrians
have the right of way, okay?
We're already late!
My headache isn't going
to get any better with you screaming.
I got to admit, Jonny, the art is amazing.
Violent as hell, but amazing.
This character... What's his name? Night?
That's the whole name? Just Night?
Not very catchy.
What about Night Man? Or...
Ooh, I know. True Knight. With a K.
-No K.
-I'm just saying...
-No K!
-Message received.
I'm just asking questions here, Jon.
You know, how we kind of work
these things out together.
You think we work together?
I'm the talent, you're the leech.
What is wrong with you today?
(VICKIE LAUGHS)
-Are you going to work all night?
-I have a deadline.
I'm hungry.
How does someone so small eat so much?
Let's go get some jerky.
-It's midnight.
-So?
You really want to go out
in the middle of the night for jerky?
Teriyaki jerky. Hurry up.
Will you hurry up?
Seriously, would you just
hurry the hell up?
(SIREN WAILING)
I swear,
we are not there in five minutes...
Whoa! Something big happened.
Seriously, this is huge.
You should have listened to me.
It wouldn't have saved
that much time, Reid. Let it go.
The interchange between
the 405 and the 101 freeways
is consistently rated the worst
interchange in the entire world.
-Why do you know that?
-It's a government report.
-So what?
-So, you work for the government.
What, you don't read the reports?
On traffic patterns in a city
2,500 miles from where I live.
Twenty-two hundred and ninety-five miles.
Don't make me smack you
in front of all these people.
-I'm Brady, LAPD.
-Derek Morgan, Dr. Reid.
The rest of the team's
in an SUV behind us.
Yeah, stuck in traffic.
Uh... So, you had
two more victims last night?
They were discovered a little after 3:30
by a cleaning crew
finishing up in the building.
So, that's seven victims
over the past two weeks?
Bodies are in the alley.
What's left of them.
Same victimology?
Well, we don't have a positive ID on
either one of them yet, but clothing fits.
You really think
this is only one guy? Huh?
The level of overkill suggests
an UnSub in a psychotic break.
Multiple UnSubs
in violent psychotic breaks
operating in the exact same location
is exceedingly unlikely.
Yeah, it's probably one guy.
(OOH LA PLAYING)
He was supposed to be here at 1:00 p.m.
It's 1:11, Gus.
I just talked to his agent.
They're in traffic, okay?
Well, maybe they should have left earlier.
Look, you want the agent's number
so you can call and tell him off?
I'm just saying a schedule's a schedule.
It's probably the police activity
holding them up.
It's all over the scanner. There were
some murders near here last night.
-Murders? Plural?
-Two bodies.
Robbery Homicide's been there all night.
RH only comes out for the major cases.
If Jonny McHale doesn't show,
I promise you I will take
my considerable business elsewhere.
You can leave right now, Milo.
Seriously, where would you go? Hero World?
They never get anything day of release.
It's always oversaturated...
I present to you the one and only
-Jonny McHale.
-All right.
WOMAN: Hey, Jonny.
MAN: Jonny, I love your work!
(ALL CLAMORING)
-No.
-Jonny?
-Jonny!
-Bobby?
-That was the personal appearance?
-Milo, seriously, leave.
-They hate me at Hero World.
-Seriously.
VICKIE: Jonny? Jonny? Jonny?
(SPEED DIALING)
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
Leave it at the beep.
Vickie, call me, please.
Just call me back. I'm sorry.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
He jumped right out in front of me.
There was nothing...
There was nothing I could do.
Oh, my God. Can you get up?
Are you okay? Here, let me help you.
Can you get up? Are you okay?
Here, let me help you.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Help! What's wrong with you?
Let go! Let go of him!
(SCREAMING)
Jasper! Jasper, are you okay?
You son of a bitch! It was your fault!
You ran right out in front of us!
It was your fault!
Oh, my God, Jasper. Jasper, baby.
Baby, are you okay? Jasper.
I'd say it's definitely our guy.
Same victimology.
Hotch, this guy's getting
off-the-charts brutal.
Did you know that a domestic cat,
loose in a normal neighborhood,
is the equivalent of
a small-scale ecological disaster?
-Excuse me?
-They'll kill anything they can.
Bugs, rodents, birds, other cats,
small dogs, if possible, anything.
BRADY: That got something to do with this?
An UnSub in a violent psychotic break
is worse.
WOMAN: You ran right out in front of him!
Why didn't you...
It was your fault, your fault!
-Stop.
-What?
You blind or stoned?
-What?
-This is a crime scene, moron.
Go around.
Whoa. Careful there.
Hurt yourself?
-How'd that happen?
-I think I fell. I was running.
Are they dead?
-Looks like it.
-Are you sure?
My name's David. Rossi. What's yours?
-Jon McHale.
-Live around here?
Jonny. Where'd you go, man?
What happened to you?
-I need to get out of here.
-Well, come on, the car's right here.
-Seriously, are you all right?
-I think she's mad.
-Who?
-She won't call back.
-I've left tons of messages. Every day.
-Who, Jonny?
Vickie.
-Jonny...
-I have to tell her I'm sorry.
Just rest, Jonny, all right?
It'll be okay.
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come
to the phone right now 'cause...
-Mmm. I love jerky.
-More than anyone I've ever known.
-Do you love it?
-Love isn't really the word I would use.
My mother loves it, too.
Think I got it from her?
I highly doubt something
like that's genetic.
It's probably more environmental.
I wonder if the baby will love jerky.
-When did you find out?
-For sure, this afternoon,
-but I already kind of knew.
-Oh, God.
If it's a boy, I want to name him Jonny,
after his daddy.
Oh, Vickie!
I know a great therapist. She's
helped me through a lot of dark times.
Go away.
She's really good.
I can get you an appointment...
Leave.
Okay.
We can go to the comic shop
some other day, all right?
No.
Jonny, they're your fans.
Look, it's not your problem anymore, okay?
You're fired.
-What?
-Get the hell out.
But you're going to need me to help
you to get this new book on its feet.
Get out of my house!
Go.
(GRUNTS)
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
Leave it at the beep.
(GRUNTS)
Just take me home.
So, this area is more or less the
geographical center of the scenes.
Detective Brady's
putting together a task force
so we can canvass these three blocks
in both directions.
Any idea how many residents that covers?
Garcia estimates close to 3,000.
A lot of these buildings are single-room
occupancy. A high turnover rate.
So, it's transient.
There aren't a lot of records.
-Press conference went well.
-Good.
I think the media understands
what we're looking for.
It should be on local affiliates now.
Hopefully, we can
thin out the suspect list.
(EXCLAIMS IN FRUSTRATION)
(GROWLING)
(SLASHING)
(HOWLING)
Oh, my God.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
VICKIE: I wonder
if the baby will love jerky.
Baby?
-When did you find out?
-For sure, this afternoon,
-but I already kind of knew.
-Oh, God.
If it's a boy, I want to name him Jonny,
after his daddy.
Vickie. I love you so much.
Wait, wait, wait.
Oh, my God.
I promise first thing in the morning
I will buy a big, big ring.
-Jonny, you don't have to...
-Vickie Wright, will you marry me?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-Vickie?
-Jonny.
VICKIE: (SCREAMING) No! Jonny!
Vickie?
(VICKIE SOBBING)
Vickie?
(SIRENS WAILING)
-Same type of victims?
-Yeah, all gangbangers.
-Good riddance, if you ask me.
-HOTCH: Who's that?
It's Benson.
He's from the gang task force.
-If anyone had a violent end coming...
-What's the scene like?
It's actually
the gang leader's personal house.
A guy named Glen Hill.
His street name is Reaper. Guess why.
BRADY: Only Benson and me
have been inside. I didn't do much.
I kind of backed out
the minute I saw them.
-How many?
-Six. Four inside, two outside.
No survivors at all?
Never thought I could feel sorry
for these gangbanging sons of bitches.
We'll be there in a few minutes.
He actually went
to the gangbanger's house?
The other victims
were in alleys and dark corners.
It could be the UnSub was
initially just defending himself.
Like Bernie Goetz,
riding the subways with a gun,
-waiting for someone to confront him.
-Except he's seeking them out now.
Because psychotics in a break
always devolve.
Only a matter of time
before he becomes dangerous
to those closer to him.
VICKIE: (SCREAMING) No! Jonny! No!
Vickie?
Oh!
(GASPS)
Where's Vickie?
Jonny? You scared me.
Do you need something, sweetheart?
Oh, you hurt yourself.
-Where did Vickie go?
-I'm sorry?
-She was on the fire escape.
-Who?
-Vickie, my fiancée.
-You have a fiancée?
-She was on the fire escape.
-When?
-Just before I came in.
-Oh, Caesar was out there.
-I saw her come in here.
-Jonny, nobody came in here.
-Don't lie to me.
-I'm not lying to you.
-Where is she?
-WOMAN: Don't!
(SIREN WAILING)
-TSK?
-Twenty-Third Street Killers.
-Looks like they tried to fight back.
-REID: They failed.
Are we sure this isn't some kind of
gang retaliation kind of thing?
You're on the task force. Ever see
a street gang do something like this?
Yeah, but one guy?
One guy with a weapon, psychotic rage
and surprise on his side.
Yeah, just look at
any school or workplace shooting.
-So, what do we do now?
-We're already doing it.
An UnSub in a psychotic rage stands out.
Agent Jareau's got the media playing
the press conference every hour.
She's putting the profile
out to the public.
Someone in this man's world
knows he's in crisis.
Hopefully, they'll recognize
the description.
Hotch, you need to see this.
Bitch. I know she was down there.
I saw her.
(GRUNTING IN FRUSTRATION)
(CRYING)
MAN: LAPD hotline. Yes, sir.
We appreciate your calling.
I got one says he thinks
it's God's mighty vengeance.
Good, we could use some help down here.
LAPD tip line.
Agent Jareau, we have some people
out front you need to talk to.
Ma'am, could you hold, please?
-They saw your press conference.
-Detective, line three.
FBI!
Wait. What did I do? What did I do?
What did I do?
JONNY: I haven't done anything.
There's been a big mistake.
-Then it'll work itself out, Jonny.
-I just draw comic books. I'm an artist.
And that guy out there, Bobby.
I fired him. He's probably just mad.
He's not mad at you at all.
Then why would he say
that I did something?
That's why he's here, right?
You remember I read your rights?
Jonny, look at me.
Tell me that you understand
that you can have a lawyer present
-before you speak to anybody.
-I don't want a lawyer.
-Tell me that you understand.
-I understand.
Somebody's going to be in
to talk to you real soon.
There's been a big mistake here.
I haven't done anything!
-REID: That's a lot.
-There's more.
-Did you find the murder weapon?
-HOTCH: Didn't need to.
-Why's that?
-Mr. McHale is a very sick young man.
-This is exactly...
-Yeah.
Can you go get the mug shot of Glen Hill?
Yeah, give me a minute.
-Is that all from Jonny's studio?
-Yes, sir.
He's not a killer. He's just sick.
You did the right thing
by coming here, Mr. Kim.
Now, you said you hadn't seen him
for a couple of months before today?
Yeah. I...
You get busy, you know?
There was no reason to,
you know, go there.
Vickie Wright, will you marry me?
-That's Glen Hill.
-He's missing.
You think I know where he is?
BRADY: Six months ago, he and his gang
victimized you and your girlfriend, right?
-JONNY: What?
-They attacked you on the street.
No.
And you couldn't identify any of them
after you got out of the hospital.
This is crazy.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hey, how are you feeling, baby girl?
I just can't seem to get my chair
adjusted just right again,
-but, other than that, mortified.
-Mortified?
Please tell me the UnSub isn't
Jonny McHale, the graphic novelist.
-Don't tell me you're a fan of this guy?
-Oh, my God, yes. He's a genius.
Well, sweetheart, you should see
what he thought the victims looked like
before he killed them.
Sometimes, for an artist,
the only difference
between insanity and genius is success.
I believe you're suffering
a post traumatic form
of a psychotic break.
-Psychotic?
-And you have been for weeks.
-Come on.
-It's possible you don't even know.
How could I not know?
It's a page from something I'm working on.
We know.
HOTCH: This is a murder scene
from two nights ago.
You were there. Yesterday.
I talked to you.
-We have photos of you.
-Wait, this is real?
These are members
of the Twenty-Third Street Killers.
Glen Hill's gang.
And there were six gang members
murdered in that house last night.
ROSSI: This was on your drawing board
when we arrested you.
JONNY: No. No, this can't be.
It doesn't make any sense.
HOTCH: The house belongs to Glen Hill.
There was a trail of blood
leading out the back door.
We believe that you took
Mr. Hill with you, when you left.
REID: Is this his phone?
It was on the floor when we took him down.
It looks like all the calls he makes
are to the same number.
Dial it.
Maybe it's someone who could help us.
At least help him.
(PHONE RINGING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
Leave it at the beep.
-Vickie?
-Vickie. That was his girlfriend.
But all these calls were made
within the last two days.
Sometimes what an UnSub does
actually makes sense.
These are just drawings. My imagination.
Severe PTSD is not uncommon
for victims of violent crime.
-Victims?
-You're bleeding.
-Looks like a grazing gunshot wound.
-HOTCH: Did they shoot you last night?
Look, stop it.
I would know if I had been a victim.
Do you remember being in the hospital?
-I was never...
-ROSSI: That's your medical report.
They cut you open, Mr. McHale.
MAN: Yeah, we'll call ahead.
ROSSI: You were nearly eviscerated.
They said it was a miracle you lived.
Miracle? You think living was a miracle?
All your drawings reflect actual
crime scenes. All of them, but one.
-Where is this crime scene, Jonny?
-Is this Glen Hill?
ROSSI: Where is he? Where's Glen Hill?
-(SCREAMING) Jonny!
-No! No!
You don't know what's out there.
No one knows about the night.
-We don't want to hurt you, Jonny.
-It's okay, son. It's okay.
I couldn't help her.
-Jonny, you don't have to...
-Vickie Wright, will you marry me?
(GROWLING)
-Vickie?
-Jonny.
Answer him, baby.
The man asked you a question.
-We don't want any trouble, guys.
-Don't much matter what you want.
Look, I've got a little bit of money.
It's not much...
-Answer him!
-Yes. Yes, I'll marry you.
It's okay, Vickie. It's okay. It's okay.
See, bro. You got more than you thought.
You got a fiancée.
-No! No! Jonny! Jonny! No!
-No! Vickie! Get off me!
-No!
-Get off me!
Help! Stop! Get off me!
You're not gonna want to miss this.
They made me watch.
It can help you if we can tell the court
that you told us where Glen Hill is.
-They made me watch.
-I know. I know, they're animals.
You're sick.
You didn't know what you were doing.
Where's Glen Hill, Jonny?
You're not gonna want to miss this.
GLEN: You're not gonna want to miss this.
Just leave it alone until I get there.
Hey, hey, hardhead, don't make me
spank you when I get back.
Don't listen to him, Garcia.
He's all talk.
Ah!
JJ, he just hit me.
Boys, behave, or I will ground you both.
-Is that one of Jonny McHale's books?
-Yeah, it's called Blue.
It's about a girl who thinks
she's a real human being, right?
But it turns out she's a robot
that was built by her uncle.
-So it's Pinocchio?
-Yeah, it is like Pinocchio,
only set in a high school in outer space.
Oh, by the way,
what happened to Vickie's phone?
-Phone?
-The one that Jonny kept calling
-with her message on it.
-Oh, we gave them both back to him.
You know, I couldn't imagine
having nothing left of someone
but a voice message.
-I think I'd never stop listening to it.
-Yeah, it's sad.
Hey, did you know that Carlo Lorenzini,
the guy that wrote Pinocchio,
was said to be obsessed
with the human nose?
-As a matter of fact, Pinocchio...
-Wow.
-...wasn't even the first character...
-Interesting. Coffee?
I'm all right.
Thank you, though, for asking.
Something wrong?
He's the first UnSub I've worked
that wasn't a bad guy, you know?
Six months ago,
Jonny McHale was just a regular person.
Every UnSub is ill on some level.
Most can't help what they do
any more than Jonny could.
But he went from successful writer
and artist to brutal killer in six months.
-He suffered an unbelievable tragedy.
-I know. I get it.
-So, what's bugging you?
-It just makes me wonder,
are we all capable
of becoming something like that?
Life is a hell of a thing
to happen to a person.
-You really don't have to do this.
-Woman, will you hush?
I could do it myself.
I just can't grip anything too tight yet,
and when I tried to do it,
it kept falling.
Will you sit your motor mouth down?
Oh.
See, now, that's perfect.
-Yeah?
-Totally.
-Well, there you go, my sweet lady.
-My hero.
I am nobody's hero.
Hey, do you know who Frank Miller is?
Frank Miller. Um, sounds familiar. UnSub?
No. Graphic novelist. 300? Sin City?
Oh, right, right, right. Cool movies.
Anyway, he said something once,
and it makes me think of you.
GARCIA: "The noir hero is a knight
in blood-caked armor.
"He's dirty, and he does his best to deny
"the fact that he's a hero
the whole time."
(PHONE DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
VICKIE ON VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Vickie.
Can't come to the phone right now
'cause I'm out living my life.
-Leave it at the beep.
-(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
(PHONE DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)