Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 13 - Limelight - full transcript

The bid is 150.
Do I hear 200?

200, do I hear 250?
A lot of stuff in this unit, people.

250, do I hear three?

- 300.
- Stu, what are you doing?

- Making my move.
- We said 250 was the cutoff.

300 going once, twice...

- 350.
- Leave it alone, Stu.

- 450.
- Dude!

I've got to show this guy
we're serious.

The bid is 450. Do I hear 500?

- There are three other units up today.
- I've got a feeling about this one.



450 going once...

Last time you had a feeling,
we ended up

with a crate of dead car batteries
and a dog bed.

450 going twice...

Sold. It's all yours, boys.
Settle up at the office.

- Nice. Wow. That's good.
- Congratulations.

- Nice.
- Come on.

Check it out.

Cha-ching.

It's like a journal or something.

Oh, dude, that is wrong.

Where do you even find stuff like that?

No idea.

But there's got to be
a market for it though, right?



I think we need to call the cops.

- You got something?
- Not sure.

From an old storage unit.

Case agent from the Philly field office
sent it to me.

- Somebody you know?
- She knows me, you know.

Oh, a fan. Your world's
a very crowded place, isn't it?

- You'd be surprised.
- This is detailed.

Future tense. They're fantasies.

That agent thinks
it could be more than that.

- There's more of this?
- Few boxes in the field office.

I'd like to drive up there,
look at the rest of the material.

- Make a judgment from that.
- Take Reid with you.

Road trip, nice.

I've got Books on Tape
with Peter Coyote

reading the entire Foundation Trilogy.

How do you get used to the staring?

I'd feel like I perpetually have
something stuck in my teeth.

You learn to ignore it.

I'm not terribly interested
in what you can't do, Roy.

We have the best resources in the
world, one of which is supposedly you.

Just get me that match.

David Rossi, in my office.
Somebody pinch me.

You must be Agent Morris.

Jill, please.
Can I get you anything? Coffee...

Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like
for Dr Reid and I to get to this.

Dr Reid. Thank you both for coming.
You won't be disappointed.

What other materials
do you have?

We found assorted artwork,
torture porn, bondage,

but what strikes me is the prose.

It screams of high-order
sexual predator.

- I think we're onto something big.
- Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I assume you ran the name
of whoever rented the unit.

Yeah, the name was fake, Louis Ivey.
There's no record of such a person.

- Did he pay in cash?
- Till he went into arrears.

Six months without a payment,

and the owner is allowed
to auction his contents.

What I've read so far
suggests an orderly personality,

not likely to miss payments.

Well, he screwed up.
They all do eventually, right?

Maybe I will take that coffee.

You were in there a long time.

I wanted to look at all of it. To be sure.

- And are you?
- No.

Really?

I would be lying if I said
I wasn't disappointed.

The materials are the product
of a disturbed individual,

but there's nothing there
to convince me that

the person has enacted
on his fantasies.

- So you've come to say goodbye.
- I'm afraid so.

We've got real cases in Quantico.
Cases with bodies.

But if I am right about this thing,
there will be plenty of those.

It was nice meeting you.

There was something else
in the boxes.

In Eyes of a Predator, you wrote that
collection of integumentary items

is a definitive precursor.
Skin, nails, hair.

This guy is for real.

I'll call my team. We've got work to do.

Great.

"I know indeed
what evil I intend to do,

"but stronger than
all my afterthoughts is my fury,

"fury that brings upon mortals
the greatest evils." Euripides.

Is this everything from the unit?

No, we pulled the salient materials

and had Philly PD process
the rest of the items on site.

- What else was there?
- Just some books, albums, toys.

- Toys?
- Yeah, old stuff.

Like from his childhood.
We were able to lift some prints,

but AFIS was a bust.
He's not in our system.

Morgan, Prentiss, go back to the unit

and see what else
it can tell us about the man.

I'll get you directions.

We have to establish if this guy's
taking his fantasies to the next level.

We could use these materials,
try to identify a signature,

and connect him to any open cases.

On the surface,
it reads like he wanted to try it all.

I think isolating any one aspect
might be tough.

Well, dig deeper. Try linguistics.

Look for patterns in the handwriting.
Rossi and I will take the images.

Find the fetish, find the fiend.

- Hey, you want to make this interesting?
- Hmm.

Best insights, loser buys lunch.

- Ooh, bring it on, girl.
- Okay.

It looks like we have a happy kid.

Well-rounded, varied interests.

This looks to have been drawn
at about the schematic stage.

So that would make him about
six years of age at the time, right?

Mmm-hmm.

It's dated 1976,
so that would make him about 38 now.

The kid's blonde,
assuming it's autobiographical.

- He's Caucasian.
- Yeah, you hit that one on the head.

Oh.

But now here, look.

Look at how the drawings change
over the years.

A bright sun, a loving family,
an idyllic home,

but then the mother goes away.

Maybe she leaves them,
maybe she dies.

The father struggles
to make ends meet.

The boy begins to withdraw,
retreating within himself.

This is his turning point.

So what informed his fantasies?
And when did it begin?

This is the earliest one I found. 1982.

It's tame in comparison
to the later stuff.

- Vintage.
- You think he was a collector?

- Or it was handed down.
- From his father?

I can still remember my dad's
less-than-skilfully-hidden stash.

But this guy graduated to harder stuff.
The torture porn, it's brutal.

It brought out certain desires,
the early exposure was a trigger.

When I interviewed Bundy,
he had a theory about pornography.

He said, "If you want to stop people
from becoming like me,

- "don't burn Catcher in the Rye..."
- Burn Hustler.

I read your books, too, Dave.

I got some textbooks in here.

Engineering, mathematics,

- CAD manual.
- Trade school.

Okay, so he's in a fix-it field,
construction, home improvement.

That's good, but I think I've got you.

Not so fast.

Look at these. Dresses.

What? They're different sizes.

They were different sizes.
They've been altered.

Cross-dresser.
Looks like I'm buying lunch.

Extra-linguistic indicators
in his writing suggest

that he's most excited
by the prospect of electric shock.

As a method of torture. Be specific.

When you're in a court,
the judge will demand it.

See how heavy
his handwriting becomes?

At times, he's so exhilarated
he actually rips through the page.

The idiolect supports that as well.

I mean, nowhere else
is he as creative in his descriptions.

Good work. You found a signature
that's easy to track.

The electrical burns on his victims
will be unmistakable.

This is Dana Foster,
she's a 34-year-old real-estate agent

from the suburb of Blue Bell.
She was murdered five years ago,

when she went to meet a prospective
buyer at a house in Bucks County.

Her nude body was found in a cellar,
and she was strangled and raped.

And here's the torture behavior
that Reid

identified from the journals.

The contact wounds are burn marks,

most likely the result
of electrical current.

Any leads on the buyer
she went to meet?

- Fake name.
- Louis Ivey.

Could this guy be any more perfect?

- Were her clothes found at the scene?
- No, how did you know?

He takes them as souvenirs,
and he alters them to fit his own frame.

- So he's bisexual?
- Actually, most cross-dressers

are heterosexual.
It's fairly common in sexual predators.

What about her hair?
Was any of it missing?

Not that was reported.

JJ, contact Garcia
and widen the victim search.

Rossi and I will go visit
the crime scene.

Watch this, Daddy.

Hold on, Son,
let me get the door.

Mr. Overholt? I'm Agent Hotchner,

this is Agent Rossi. We're with the FBI.

- FBI?
- You've lived in this house

- for four years, correct?
- Yeah.

I assume disclosures were made at the
time of sale about what occurred here.

Yeah.

My son doesn't know about that.
I'd prefer to keep it that way.

Of course, we understand.
We'll be discreet.

We just need to take a look
at your cellar.

I've had it locked up
since we moved in. You know,

it's kind of useless, anyway.

It floods when it rains, it's really damp,

and all the electrical is messed up.

Hope you guys don't mind
if I stay up here.

We'll try not to take too long.

So he's done with the tour
of the main house,

but before he goes he asks the realtor

to see the cellar, and boom.

Contusion on the back
of her head says he surprised her,

incapacitated her with a blunt object.

Thick walls, neighbors are
few and far between.

He can make her scream
as loud as he wants to.

Rope burns on her wrists.
He probably suspended her,

here, like in his drawings.

And then he applied the current
and watched her whole body spasm.

He makes her dance.
But where does he get the juice?

Cattle prod? Taser?

Contact wounds
don't conform to that.

- Outlet's been tampered with.
- Careful.

Jerry-rigged. Clamp is still there.

He didn't have to use a Taser.
He pulled power from the house.

Handy guy.

- Dave and Hotch are back.
- Thanks, I'll be right in.

Wow. That's impressive.

Oh, it's just stuff on the wall.

You know,
I didn't join the Bureau to win awards.

Then maybe you can loan me a couple.

Hey, JJ, what do you think of these?

What's this?

Well, we can't call him
the UnSub forever.

We generally try not to
mythologize these guys.

Right. Yeah, these aren't
very good anyway.

The fact is, we don't even know
if this guy's a serial.

Actually, we do.

Three females, aged 31 to 38.

Discovered off freeways in Maryland,
Jersey and New York.

All naked, burn wounds
consistent with the signature.

And he disposed of all of the bodies
in different states to avoid detection.

Garcia, when were
these bodies discovered?

Between '02 and spring of '03.

After the real-estate agent,
he changed his methods.

- Fast learner.
- Four kills by the age of 30.

And he was just getting started.

We've connected the three
new bodies with missing person cases,

so, with a total of four victims
on the board,

we've been able to narrow down
the UnSub's type.

Thirties, attractive, Caucasian,
upwardly mobile?

Yeah. College grads.
Above-average income. Career women.

Have you established a cycle?

Ten months between the realtor
and the first of these victims,

then seven months, three months.

He's practically doubling his pace
every time.

As with most prolific killers,
the cooling-off period

tends to shorten after each murder.

Last known victim was found
almost five years ago.

Five years?
So, could he have stopped?

No, not this guy. It's more likely
we just haven't found the bodies yet.

And there may not
even be bodies, per se.

And we know that he wrote
extensively about

creating a homemade incinerator.

So, how many are we talking?
Ballpark?

Extrapolate the cycle,
in the last five years

he will have killed
approximately 19 more women.

That's great stuff, guys.
Keep me posted.

She does know
we don't work for her, right?

With four known victims,
we should start

by re-interviewing friends and family.

We're looking for a white male
in his 30s to 40s.

And with his knowledge
of circuitry and wiring,

we think that he's either an electrician
or electrical engineer.

It's a job that may give him
access to a victim's home or workplace.

The opportunity to observe his targets.

They're attractive, professional women.

He sees them as strong,
righteous, unattainable.

So he seeks to tear them down,

to reduce them to base
sexual creatures and punish them.

He's a true sexual sadist,

a typology we refer to
as anger-excitation,

meaning he becomes sexually
aroused by the suffering of his victims.

Killing these women is an afterthought.

Their pain is what he's after,

and he takes his time
to exact maximum stimulation.

What about his trophies?
He keeps their clothes, right?

Yes, we believe he's using them
for rehearsal fantasies.

By dressing as his victims,
he can relive the torture.

It's during this time
that he most likely pleasures himself

in order to reinforce his association
between suffering and gratification.

And when he becomes dissatisfied
with this, he seeks out a new victim.

Keep in mind,
he's been doing this for a long time,

and he's been thinking about doing it
most of his life.

He'll continue to evolve,
finding new ways of

challenging himself and increasing
his stimulation threshold.

- There are no boundaries for this man.
- Hotch.

He's an individual
that we believe to be

currently active within our community.

If it were not for certain evidence
brought to our attention in recent days,

he may well have continued to operate
without our knowledge.

- We're still investigating more...
- Did you know about this?

Who might have been his victims.

But now that he is on our radar,

you can rest assured that we will
find him and bring him to justice.

Agent, I don't know
how you usually do things,

but you need to let my team know

if you're planning on
holding a press conference.

No, it wasn't a conference,
it was just an announcement.

I think you know what I mean.

We're sending half the cops
in the city out to canvass,

the story would have leaked.

I was just putting a reassuring face
on the situation.

- Your face.
- I'm the case agent.

And you're also outranked
by every member of my team.

Meaning what,
you'll vote me off the island?

Nothing tears a case apart faster

than an agent trying to
make his or her name on it.

I am trying to protect my city

from what could be the most prolific
serial killer since Charles Cullen.

What about Michael Strenko?
Florian Gall? Christopher Hardgrove?

- I don't know those names.
- Those are Cullen's victims.

Nobody remembers the victims,
everybody remembers the killer,

and that's exactly what happens
when an agent puts

the story ahead of the case.

And the Bureau doesn't need any more
agents like that. Do you understand?

No, I have no doubt that
she's highly capable. I'm just...

I'm saying that
I find her excitement level

at the prospect of finding more bodies
somewhat unsettling.

Thank you. Yeah, JJ said she was
making up names for the killer.

And yet, if she was a man,
you'd say she had balls.

Oh, don't even go there.
This is not a gender thing.

Right. Let's get back to Reid's map.

All right, the nearness principle
tells us that

a killer won't travel far
to abduct his victims,

but this one's gone to great lengths

to spread out his abduction
and disposal sites.

So the sites are irrelevant to
the geographical profile?

Yeah, the only location I can attach

a real meaning to is the storage unit.

Four victims, and we got squat.

For years he's gone unchecked.
I think it's only a matter of time

before he grows comfortable
and starts killing closer to home.

Unfortunately, that only helps us
if there's a fresh kill.

So, there's a woman out there
right now

who has to die so we can do our job.

- Hi.
- Did something happen?

Yeah, Agent Hotchner
tore me a new one

- and I owe you an apology.
- Why me?

I got you to bring the whole team
up here. And then, the press briefing.

It could've waited until morning.

My conscience doesn't allow sleep
in these situations.

Looks like you could use a break.

- There are no breaks.
- But there are drinks.

Let me buy you one.

Female ambition can be unseemly
in the eyes of some people,

and I forget that sometimes.

When I was in the Academy in '97,

I scored 99
on my Defensive Tactics test,

which, needless to say,

had an immediate chilling effect
on all my relations with male cadets.

I bet you can't remember a time
when you didn't overachieve.

Well, a youngest kid
in a single-parent home,

you learn to scratch
and claw real quick.

Single parent.
That would be your father.

- Go on.
- A good man,

who you came to see as weak.
Unable to provide.

Probably a drinker.
I'm guessing Scotch.

Blended. I prefer single malt.

I think I did a seminar
at the Academy in '97.

Yes, "Collateral Materials
on Sex Crimes."

I was in the third row,
hanging on every word.

- Good memory.
- Your first book had just come out,

and you signed my copy.

Yeah, I kind of had a thing for you.

Come on.
I mean, you were a star.

No one in the Bureau
had made the inroads

into publishing
and consulting like you had.

Your hair was lighter
and a bit longer then, wasn't it?

Talk about a good memory.

- No, I don't remember you.
- Oh.

But that would explain the hair that you
claim to have found in that storage unit.

The hair was a keepsake, I'm guessing.

You held onto it as a vestige
of the femininity

you relinquished in the pursuit
of your career ambitions?

You can stop profiling.

You manufactured evidence
to get a BAU commitment.

And it was for the greater good.

- I was right, wasn't I?
- Look, Jill, I know you.

When I was your age,
I wanted the same things.

But I burned a lot of bridges
in the process. People got hurt.

Is that why you came back?
To undo your past wrongs?

Just be careful.

That ego of yours
is going to get you into trouble.

Now, I've got to get some sleep.

Your little press conference
is going to bury us tomorrow.

Bury us how?

I had a nightmare
the night she went missing.

It woke me up, but I forgot it instantly.
You know how that happens.

I know this sounds crazy...

I feel like, if I could
remember that dream,

- I'd know what happened to her.
- When she didn't show on time,

I left her a message on her cell phone.

I was angry with her for making us late.
I didn't know.

Now that message is probably
still on her phone somewhere.

It keeps me up at night,
wondering if she ever heard it.

We just want to know if she's still alive.

It's the not knowing.
It's selfish, I know,

our own peace of mind.

She disappeared two months ago
on her way home from work.

This is what she was wearing.

We just want to know
what happened to her.

- It hurts.
- It hurts.

Tell me you like it.

- What?
- Tell me you like how it feels.

- I... I like it.
- I... I like it.

- Do you love the pain?
- No. Yes. No, don't.

- No, don't.
- Ask for it.

No, don't! Don't! Don't!

- Please...
- Please, no more!

- It hurts. Please, no more.
- No! No! Just kill me.

Just kill me. Just kill me.

Philadelphia Police Department.

I think I saw something.
It might have to do with the killings.

- What did you see?
- My car broke down on I-76.

There was a field off the road.
A man was digging a hole.

- What kind of hole?
- For the body. I saw it,

a bleeder, stripped of its clothes.

- Can I have your name, sir?
- Mile marker 115 on the eastbound.

- They'll find it.
- Anything strike you?

"Stripped of its clothes"
objectifies the victim.

Exactly, dehumanizing.
This wasn't just any tipster.

The way that he referred to the body
as a bleeder.

- Visible trauma to the corpse.
- No, I don't think so.

I noted usage of the same word
in the pages from the storage facility.

He refers to his targets as "bleeders."

It's misogynistic.
He's referring to menstruation.

He views it as a weakness.

I think we need to see
what's in that field.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

Body looks well preserved.

Been some cold snaps last few months.
Ground's frozen.

- Check out her stomach.
- Electrical burns.

Fingers are in really bad shape.
How are her teeth?

Looks good for an ID.

To say we need a rush

on that would be an understatement,
you understand?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Let's get her up.

Hey! You guys might
want to stick around.

He calls in anonymously,
and hands us two more victims. Why?

You vowed publicly to bring him in.
He may be reacting to that.

To show you who you're dealing with.
He's a narcissist, he's preening.

Good. I hope he keeps it up.

You don't want that.

He will drop a breadcrumb every time
he tries something like this.

He'll drop bodies, too.

If he's making it personal,
he'll get sloppy and give himself away.

Maybe that's what he wants.

It never tracked for me that this guy
defaulted on that storage unit.

You think he wanted us to find it?

Maybe he's decided it's time
for the world to know his name.

But if he wanted a coming out party,
then why not just send

his victim photos, video,
something to prove what he is?

He wanted us to start at the beginning,
to chart his evolution.

A bright childhood
grows into darkness.

He's got us chronicling every step.

So, if this is his story,
what chapter are we on?

The final one,
and he's writing it as we speak.

Hey, honey, um, I think
we have to cancel with your parents.

I know.
I know, I'm really sorry, it's just

I'm on deadline, and I'm going to
be cutting it close as it is.

I will make it up to you,
I promise. Okay?

First thing next week?
Yes. No, we'll have...

Um...

Gil? Yeah, someone rear-ended me.

No, no, I'm fine, it's fine.
Look... Look, let me call you back.

Yeah, okay.

Hey, I'm sorry about that.
Are you okay?

I'm fine. I just wish
I could say the same for my car.

It's my brakes.
I've been meaning to get them fixed.

- Well, just tell me you're insured.
- Yeah, of course. It's the law, right?

Just let me get my card.
Hey, you know,

I should probably get
your information, too. Just to be safe.

Absolutely.

When I got shot,

I kept wondering why God
would program our bodies

to register that kind of pain,
and you know what got me through it?

No, Penelope, I don't. Tell me.

Knowing that the pain
would eventually end.

But these women,
they don't even have that.

When he's torturing them,
there's no end. Just...

And Philly lab matched the IDs
of the dental records

- on the two women from the grave.
- Go ahead. Guys.

Mimi Adams and Sara Coswell.

You'll find them
in the Missing Persons files

- we flagged as possible victims.
- Thanks, mama, we're on it.

Wait, there's something else.

Both women were reported missing
four months ago,

- on the same day.
- He's doing doubles.

- Doubles?
- The killer got bored, upped the stakes,

- and did two women in one day.
- Gerard Schaefer did it.

Took his cue from Bundy.

Said it was twice as hard,
but twice as much fun.

So he kills with impunity for years
without the slightest bit of heat

- and he needs a bigger fix.
- Starts doing two a day.

Four months later, he still can't get
off, so he opens a storage locker for us.

Jill, Chronicle holding on 2.

Yeah, I'll take that in my office.

Planning another press conference?

- Agent Morris.
- It's Kat Townsley.

Look, Kat, I know I owe you,
but I don't have anything right now.

And even if I did, I couldn't tell you.

No, actually, I have
something for you. Check your e-mail.

Just one sec. Are you all right?
Because you sound tired.

I'm fine. Do you have it?

Yeah, what is it?

It was sent to me by the guy

claiming to be the person
you're looking for.

- Breadcrumb.
- What?

I need to read the rest of this letter.

- I'll come meet you.
- Okay.

I heard we got IDs on these two bodies.

- Mimi Adams and Sara Coswell.
- What's up?

This woman's husband came in before,
she fits the victim type.

- I thought maybe...
- If you have her DNA

you might want to check it
against the hair.

- What hair?
- From the storage unit.

Agent Morris found it early on.

It's the same color, so it might...

It won't match.

I know it's a long shot,
but I think...

She didn't get the hair from the unit.

She lied?

When were you going to tell us?

Whatever she did to get us here,
we're here now.

It's unacceptable behavior.
Why do you keep defending her?

Because I know what she is.

She's me 20 years ago.

- She is nothing like you, Dave.
- Come on, Hotch,

I know what people think.

I took serial killers mass market.

Now everyone knows their names,
but not the victims', right?

Somewhere along the line
I put myself first.

I admit it. I can't go back and change it.

But it's not too late for her.

Missing Persons flagged a report
that was just filed.

Possible victim?

The subject's car was found idling
at a stop sign

and there was some damage
to the back end.

Sounds like a bump-and-grab.

Does she fit his profile
career/age-wise?

Katrina Townsley, 34,
she's a reporter at the Chronicle.

Chronicle?

What is it?

This letter, did we have this?

No. I've never seen this before.

Why would he send
Agent Morris a letter?

She's his final chapter.

Kat?

Are they able to track her car?

No, she doesn't have
a NAV system, but her cell's got GPS.

- Is the signal moving?
- Stationary.

Reid and Rossi are en route.

Hey, girl, how you doing
with that e-mail we sent you?

I've got the sender's IP address.

It goes to an Internet cafe
just outside Germantown.

Okay, good. Send us the address.

I just talked to Reid. They found
Jill's phone on the ground near her car.

- On the ground.
- In a parking garage

- north of Centre City.
- Blood here.

A couple of drops.
Looks like she was dragged.

This shouldn't have happened.

Her guard was down.

He tricked her into thinking
she was meeting a friend.

I told her, slow down,
check your ego, use your team.

David, there's no way
you could have known

that she was going to go off by herself.

I did know. Sure as I know myself.

You can go louder.

That computer was used exactly
four hours and 12 minutes ago.

Now I need you to try to remember
the man that was sitting there.

I can't remember.
I mean, we get a lot of people in here.

I understand.
He would have paid in cash.

White, 30s to 40s.

Solidly built, physically imposing.
Maybe blue-collar.

There was this one guy.
Big, kind of blonde hair.

- Maybe left in a white van.
- Good. Thanks.

Are you ready?

Beg me not to.

You will.

All right, here's the garage
where Jill was taken.

Presumably an area
the UnSub's familiar with.

You're not going to abduct
a Federal Agent

- outside your comfort zone.
- Right.

And this is where we are right now.

And the third point
is the storage unit right here.

It's a 4-mile radius.

What do we have right here
in the centre?

Garcia, I need those pretty little hands
of yours, mama.

Listen up. I want you to bring up
the citywide list we generated

for the electricians,
power company employees

and electrical engineers.

They number in the thousands.
Can you narrow this?

Reid just sent you three addresses,

triangulate and cross the names
within that surface.

Dozens. I need more.

- Is that Garcia?
- Yeah.

Search DMV records.

The manager thought
he saw him leave in a white van.

- Did you get that?
- Yahtzee.

I'm gonna take my time with you.

They're coming.

- It's over.
- No, it'll never be over.

Not for us.

FBI!

I need a medic. Get a medic!

- David.
- It's okay.

You're going to be all right. It's okay.

All right. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. No, it's okay.
You're going to be all right.

It's okay. It's okay, Jill.

Jeremy Andrus, 41.

Broken home, poverty, trade school,
petty crime, lewd behavior.

The whole profile's here
in black and white.

That's a small consolation.

- How many is he up to?
- 17.

They haven't even gotten through
the 2006 pile.

Has he told us
where to find the remains?

No. He doesn't speak. He just points.

You're sure you're not rushing?

I'm fine.
And you didn't need to come here.

I just wanted to see if you were okay.

In itself a passive-aggressive means
of saying, "I told you so."

I don't need to tell you
that what you've gone through,

- what you've witnessed, is a trauma.
- You're right, you don't.

The fact that you didn't ask
about the condition of the other victim...

Implying that I'm a victim, when I'm not.

Leads me to believe

that you're already
in an early stage of denial.

I can handle it.

She didn't make it, Jill.

Agent Morris.

There she is!
Over here, over here.

Agent Morris!

Agent Morris, what made you believe
there was a killer out there

when no one else did?

How did his crimes
go unnoticed for so long?

Have you been approached
by any publishers?

Did you fear for your safety?

If I can just have
one question at a time,

I promise I will get to all of you.

Have you
been approached by any publishers?

- No.
- Can you tell us,

Agent Morris, did you fear
for your safety?

Absolutely.

What was it like to come
face to face with a serial killer?

Is there a book deal
in your future?

What were your injuries?

A serial killer...

Agent Morris,
do you have any further information?

Did you fear for your safety?

Do you have an agent yet?

Can I get a picture, please?

Are you still
working on the case?

No. At this point
the case is closed.

"For we pay a price

for everything we get or take
in this world,

"and although ambitions
are well worth having,

"they are not to be cheaply won."
Lucille Maud Montgomery.