Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 7 - Identity - full transcript

The unit has to deal with the militia when they're called to rural Montana to track a killer who's obsessed with his mentor.

Damn.

Dispatch, 88,
in pursuit of vehicle.

Plates match missing blue Honda.
Highway 227.

This is 71, joining pursuit.
Request additional backup.

She's my pride and joy

Come on. Come on. Piece of crap.

Damn.

Driver, pull your vehicle over.

Love like ours won't never grow old

Driver, turn off
your vehicle and stay where you are.

She's my pride and joy



She's my sweet little baby

Driver, put your hands outside
the vehicle where we can see them!

Yeah, I love
my lady she's long and lean

You mess with her
you'll see a man getting mean

Turn off the radio and
reach your hands outside the window!

She's my pride and joy

Hands! Let me see your hands!

I'm her little lover boy

Both hands! Now!

- Now slowly open the...
- Grenade. Get back!

Call for an ambulance.
Officer down! Officer down!

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Where are you going?

Taking back the last five minutes
of my life.

You can't go in there.

Don't you want to know about this guy?

I do.

I've got it all memorized.
His books, his bio.

Yeah, books that
sold over a million copies.

- So?
- That's a million reasons

not to come back,
if you know what I'm saying.

Huh!

Taupe walls. That's a negative color.

Cold. Distant. You know, emotionally,
taupe is linked to loneliness

and a desire to escape from the world.

I just figured the guy's walls
would be covered

with plaques and commendations.

Maybe he doesn't want to be
reminded of past victories.

It's a new chapter for him.

Whatever happened to the moratorium
on intra-team profiling, guys?

Come on, Reid. Team?

I don't think this guy
knows the meaning of the word.

I found something.
Looks like some type of religious art.

Original maybe. Definitely expensive.

It's Renaissance art.
If that's original...

- Is it?
- I don't know. It's kind of hard to tell.

It means he's into the classics.

- What else?
- Italian.

Strict Catholic upbringing,
probably believes in redemption.

I believe in a lot of things. Catholic,
yes. Italian American, 52 years.

Strict upbringing? Not so much.

Now the artwork?
That's 15th century original.

It costs more than my first house.

And as for the wall color,
it's just a base coat.

Painters will come in
and finish tomorrow.

Now, if you're all finished,
I think JJ and Hotch are ready for us.

Isn't that how a team works?

Great Falls, Montana.

Over the past 14 months, three women
have been reported missing,

Michelle Lawford, Jennifer Hillbridge
and Darcy Cranwell.

All young Caucasian brunettes.

After an extensive search, all were
presumed dead by local authorities.

So, at least we know he has a type.

And now there's a fourth woman,
Angela Miller.

This morning, she and her car went
missing from a small grocery store,

while her husband and son
were inside.

- This morning?
- Montana's requesting our help?

Forty minutes later,

state troopers spotted
Angela Miller's car on the highway.

And when troopers tried
to apprehend the driver,

he blew himself up with a grenade,
putting one of the troopers in the ICU.

Are they sure that
she wasn't in the car with him?

They went through the wreckage,
and it appears she's still missing.

Troopers get a look at the guy?

Caucasian, stocky, brown hair,
mustache, early 40s.

He has a scar on the left side
of his face.

You think Angela Miller is still alive?

Since the other missings
were never found, we don't know.

But he only had her for 40 minutes,
so we have to assume she is.

"An earthly kingdom cannot exist

"without inequality of persons.

"Some must be free,
some serfs, some rulers,

"some subjects." Martin Luther.

You know, I could have gotten you

a coloring book at the airport.

I'm creating a topographical map,

weighing down and geocoding
all key locations,

looking for algorithms.

Yeah, that's exactly
what I thought you were doing.

It's called a jeopardy surface.

It's a way of narrowing down
where the UnSub could reside.

By default, where he may
be stashing Angela Miller.

You know, it says here
the guy had a fully loaded gun,

so we know he had options.
Why the grenade?

He wants to be remembered.

And he wanted to be sure to take
as many cops with him as possible.

He knows he's outgunned,
so he waits.

Times it to the last second. Boom.

There are some very committed people
in those parts.

- Who love their firepower.
- Almost as much as they hate us.

- Militia.
- And they're heavily armed.

Yeah, but hand grenades?

It's not uncommon for militia members
to have military experience.

Oftentimes they resent the structure,
and they get discharged,

and they form their own
paramilitary governments.

Dental records
are on their way to Garcia.

I'll tell her to check the military first.

Prentiss and I
will go meet the husband.

- I can walk the other abduction sites.
- Everybody else set up base,

work on geographical profiles,
establish contact with the locals,

and tread carefully.
They'll be watching us.

He killed a 15-year police veteran.
He died in ICU a couple of hours ago.

- Sorry to hear that.
- So, Angela Miller

came out with the groceries, while her
husband took Mark into the bathroom?

He came out, she was gone.
Her and the car.

UnSub gets into the car, gun drawn,
and tells her to drive.

She knows
her son's coming out any minute,

so to keep him out of harm's way,
she drives off.

But where did he come from?

All the vehicles in the vicinity
have been accounted for.

Well, if he's a local, he walked.

Well, at least folks can rest easy
knowing the bastard's dead.

Except, of course,
for Angela Miller's family.

Hi, this is Agent Jareau.
I'm with the FBI and...

That's the third time
I've been hung up on.

Try not saying FBI.

- Who was that?
- Contact for a local militia newsletter.

Yeah, drop the FBI part.

A woman is missing, you'd think
these people would want to help us.

They do want to help.
The missing woman, not us.

- Go ahead, Garcia.
- You were spot on, crime fighters.

Military records match
Francis Goehring, 42 years old.

Did a year in the Army
before a bad conduct discharge.

A highlight of which
was an arrest during a bar brawl

in which three other people
were hospitalized.

He also appears in a federal database
for, get this, aggressive militia groups.

"Aggressive militia groups"?
Is there any other type?

Uh-huh.

That's your federal government
at work. We specialize in redundancy.

You see a last known address?

A compound just outside of town.
It's coming your way.

He also has a wife
that doesn't appear to live with him.

Diane Marie Goehring.
Lives in Shelby, a few hours away.

Have the State Police bring in the wife.

Reid and I will go make friends
with his neighbors.

Thanks, Garcia.

We need you to tell us what happened.

The guy that took my wife,

he took the other missing women,
didn't he?

He's a serial killer?
That's why you're here?

No, we're here
to help you find your wife.

You do believe she's alive?

Unless I have evidence to the contrary,
I very much consider her to be alive.

I wouldn't have called them in
if I believed otherwise.

- What do you believe?
- I believe you spent all morning

going over and over in your head
about the last time you saw her.

And asking yourself, "How could
it happen? Why did it happen?"

Those moments, those memories,
we need to hear them all. In detail.

- How's that going to help save her?
- Well, in one of those moments,

someone else may have been
watching her, too.

What the hell do you want?
Can't you read?

- I'm not a salesman. I'm with the FBI.
- FBI? You're not serious.

You look like a pipe cleaner with eyes.
I could snap you like a twig.

But then, he isn't alone.

We're here because this was the
address listed for Francis Goehring.

- I haven't seen him in months.
- We'd like to see his residence.

Francis Goehring abducted
three women, we're looking for a fourth.

Now, he took her while
her husband and son were in a store.

This isn't about us. It's about
a woman from your community.

I'll show you his place.

Piece of advice, pipe cleaner.
Way you wear that gun?

You're begging someone
to take it off you.

Mostly just junk mail. Catalogues
for firearms, survival preparedness.

- He doesn't sleep here.
- Postmarks are new.

He probably just uses
this address for mail.

Odd choice of reading material.

Speaking of reading material,
I've read all your books.

Thanks.

One thing that always kind of
struck me as odd, is that

you really just sort
of glance over Ruby Ridge.

I mean,
you don't have to tell me about it.

This picture seems old.
It's a part of a past life.

We need to find where his new life is.
How's that map of yours coming along?

I've got it narrowed down
to about a 30-mile radius.

Well, Hotch seems to think
he was on foot. That's a long walk.

- I'm still refining it.
- Good.

Hello.

Home movies.

"An earthly kingdom cannot exist
without the inequality of persons."

Martin Luther understood
the weak will always serve the strong.

Like me, he had dreams and ideas.

It's funny, he uses the chair
like it's a throne,

and he's framing himself intentionally
with a low angle

to give him power
and dominance in the frame.

In feudal times, the Lord lived
on high ground to spot the invader.

He had serfs to serve his kingdom.

The Lord never had
to leave his castle.

The serfs would bring him everything.
They were the appendages of his will.

- We have 11 more tapes of this?
- It's his manifesto.

First, I will build a compound.
A kingdom.

Second, I will arm,
protect and fortify my kingdom.

Third, I will keep women as serfs
to serve my every need.

This is my right.

As a man with free will in America,
I will make my kingdom a reality.

Well, we know
he's moved out of his house.

My guess is,
that kingdom is a reality now.

Hey, he talks about
keeping women to serve him.

It's possible
all these women are still alive.

Excuse me. Goehring's wife is here.

Thank you for coming in to
speak with us, Mrs. Goehring.

- Did I have a choice?
- We need your help.

- If I don't have to be here, goodbye.
- Is this you? That is you, isn't it?

Where did you get this?

- And have you seen this woman?
- Today, on the news.

Well, you probably saw these
three women on the news, as well.

And we think they all share
one thing in common.

- What?
- They all look like you.

A pattern. A type.
You and all of these women fit a type.

When was the last time
you saw your husband?

I...

I haven't seen him
since we threw him out.

We?

The militia.

They saw what he did to me
and threw him out.

What he did to you?

- Francis killed himself yesterday.
- He's dead?

After being caught
driving Angela Miller's car.

Can you think of anywhere that
he would have taken these women?

Your husband was sadistic.

He hurt you,
made you do horrible things.

He treated you like a slave, did what
he wanted, whenever he wanted.

He did the same thing
to those other women,

except they didn't have
the militia to save them.

Francis said that his dream
started with nine acres.

What's he talking about?

My parents' land.

When they died,
he made me give it to him.

Where is it?

FRANCIS GOEHRING'S LAND

Sheriff, let me know when
they've swept the house for explosives.

In the meantime, check the perimeter.
Let's find her.

Tommy, two men on the house.

- Angela!
- Drew, on the shed.

- Angela. Angela!
- Angela Miller!

- Angela!
- Hotch. Rossi.

I got her. It's Angela.

She's gone.

- Two exit wounds, upper-torso.
- I promised her son we'd find her alive.

- What is it?
- She's still warm.

Look at the blood. It hasn't dried yet.
This was recent. Very recent.

- How is that possible?
- Goehring didn't do this.

He's got a partner.

Angela's been dead
for no more than a half an hour.

The partner was just here.

He can't have gotten far.

We'll set up roadblocks
within a 40-mile radius.

Sheriff, somebody around here
must know who Goehring's partner is.

You should try Goehring's pals,
the militia. Maybe they can help.

Militia leader is Harris Townsend.
He owns a bar called the Horse Post.

- I'd suggest sending Morgan.
- What? All due respect, Rossi,

but you got an entire team to pick from.
You're choosing me? You serious?

No offense,
but you really want to do that?

Take JJ with you.

They know we're here,
but you're the last face they expect.

Let's do it, JJ.

- Sheriff, we need to get into the house.
- Not until I get the all clear.

Goehring blew himself up,
God knows what else he's got in there.

All right, search what you can
until we can get in.

Anything to build a workable profile.

- Keeps everything neat.
- Obsessively so.

His trailer was organized,
but this is different.

Uh-oh.

Get back to me on that.

We found some cartridges
and different casings.

But the gun racks were empty.
He took his entire arsenal with him.

7.62 millimeter.
He's got an assault rifle.

And I found two sets of men's shoes
of different sizes.

We found fresh tire tracks,
a small pickup truck.

I know it doesn't narrow it down much,

but let the troopers know
they're looking for a man in a pickup.

If he's as prepared as Goehring,

he'll have a police scanner
and a two-way radio.

We can tune into
the state geological survey frequency.

- Nobody ever listens to that.
- Hey, guys?

There are three sections of roses,
different heights,

- different levels of maturity.
- Three different women.

These appear to be
the most recently planted.

The tags are still on them. You guys...

- Carrion beetles.
- Like in a cemetery.

Sheriff, let's get some shovels.
We need to start digging.

- This should be interesting.
- JJ, wait a minute.

Stay behind me.
When we get inside, do not,

whatever you do, turn your back
on that door. You hear me?

I can handle myself.

We're looking for Harris Townsend.

Put your badge away.
We know who you are.

We're only here to talk
to Harris Townsend.

- We heard he runs this bar.
- I do.

Talking isn't exactly
what you boys are known for.

We're investigating a missing woman...

Bobby, be a gentleman.
Pull up a chair for the little lady.

No, I'd prefer to stand.

I'd prefer it if you both left my bar,
but we have manners.

Glock 17. Tactical, but European.

Smith & Wesson.
Pure American hardware.

I wonder which one
is more dependable?

I don't want to be here just as much
as you don't want me here.

But we have a job to do.

I never understood
how someone like you could trust them.

- Someone like me?
- How has the federal government

ever helped your people?
Slavery, ghettos, poverty.

The CIA got you all hooked on heroin
in the '60s, crack in the '80s.

I hate the government, but you...

You should despise them.

They sure as hell
don't care about you now.

There are five other members
of your team.

Look around you. Why the hell
did they send you in here?

Francis Goehring and a partner
abducted and killed

four innocent women.

The last of which we just found dead
in a bed of roses.

Shot in the back, twice.

Nobody sent me anywhere.
I came here to do right by her.

Now, Goehring's partner's
out there somewhere.

So, we completely understand
if you boys

are just too afraid to tell us about him.
I get it. But just say so.

Don't go hiding behind
your vague little gun threats

and your tired
conspiracy theories, please.

Goehring was a piece of dung.

I don't know who his partner is.

I saw him once
through the scope of my rifle.

Me and some of the boys
were out hunting.

A small guy, about 5'8",

following Goehring around
like his private pack mule.

Hat on. Head down.
That's it. That's all I know.

Just in case
you remember something else.

Take care, boys.

Didn't find any explosives,
nothing rigged, but be careful.

Odd. Goehring kept his house
almost cozy.

- Hotch?
- Yeah?

These tapes have the names
of the missing women.

They've all been un-spooled.

We need to get these to Garcia
immediately. Deputy.

"One, all actions must serve
to please The Master.

"Two, insubordination
will result in punishment."

This is his new manifesto.

Notice how "master"
is singular and capitalized,

emphasizing there's only
one dominant partner.

- So, his partner's more of a servant.
- Or a serf.

Watching the house, minding the lawn,
helping him abduct women.

Okay, so if his partner is a serf,
what are the female slaves for?

I think I can answer that.

Now we know why the victims
were taken so far apart.

They tortured them.
It took time for them to die.

This is where he kept them.
The blood's fresh.

What the hell is this?

The pear of anguish.

I've got something here.

Homemade torture tools.

They covered the floor in something.

The bodies are probably
wrapped in whatever it was.

They must have kept these women
in that box for months.

Judging by these tools, there will be
a considerable amount of mutilation.

We need to do what we can to help
their families get a proper burial.

Goehring's partner is early-to-mid-20s,
5'8", slight build, shy and retiring,

but groomed by a separatist
armed with assault weaponry.

Like Goehring, he's unlikely
to surrender if he's cornered.

His obsession with cleanliness
and order is deeply ingrained.

This will be reflected
in his home and his vehicle.

We've located hair samples
in the cabin that we believe are his.

Medium-short length and blonde.

He's the submissive partner,

but having just lost Goehring,
a man he was dedicated to

and heavily dependent upon,
he's in crisis.

One more thing,
never let the bastards take you alive,

and never be forgotten.

That's it. The whole tamale.
Every horrific frame.

- I'm done.
- No luck seeing the partner?

No. I scanned every frame.
He's holding the camera.

- Are you okay?
- No.

I'm sorry.

This is Jennifer Hillbridge,
the second woman abducted.

Please, stop. Please, it hurts.

What is it with you?
You just don't get it, do you?

I have total power.

The cameraman frames Goehring,
but never her.

- I decide whether you live or die.
- Watch.

He never stays on her that long.

He's more interested
in Goehring than the torture.

He's lingering on his biceps
like he's caressing Goehring's body.

What the hell?

The un-spooled tapes,
that wasn't to destroy evidence.

- It was from jealousy.
- What?

- He's in love with Goehring.
- Get close-ups of this.

Make a loop, tie it around,
bring it through. It goes through.

He's teaching him how to tie
the perfect knot.

And then pull.

It's called the trucker's hitch.
She's not going anywhere.

So, he can be the perfect serf.

It would be part of his servitude
to clean his house,

help abduct girls, bury the bodies,
get supplies, and plant the roses.

He had to buy roses,
and a lot of them.

Someone must have seen him.

Let's get to the nurseries.

Please. Please stop.

We're looking for a man in his 20s.
He keeps to himself.

Avoids eye contact, speaks very little,

but when he does,
he would sound meek, almost feminine.

He'd have purchased soil, gardening
tools. Buys quite a few rose plants.

Yeah, I know who you're talking about.
Henry. He's not a customer.

Henry Frost. Here.

- He works here.
- Great. I need an address.

HENRY FROST'S TRAILER

- He's destroyed everything he owns.
- He has no identity.

- He burned his face off his pictures.
- Why?

A submissive depends
upon a dominant partner

not only for instruction,
but for purpose and meaning.

So, he's starting over,
wiping the slate clean?

Yeah, but as what?

- Sorry. Did I scare you?
- No, it's okay.

- Let me help you with that.
- No, thanks. I got it.

- Oh, my God!
- Get in the trunk.

- No!
- Get in the trunk!

- No, please! Help!
- Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up! Get in the trunk!

- Please, just take the car!
- Don't tell me what to do!

Help me!

Help me, somebody!

- Please!
- Shut up!

Hey!

You son of a...
Stop the car or I'll shoot.

Damn it.

I could have taken the shot.
I was just afraid of hitting her.

- Did you get a good look at him?
- Yeah, he came in.

Big ass bandage
on the left side of his face.

Bought a beer and pumpkin seeds and
went back to his truck and sat there.

- Is that his truck?
- Yes, sir.

That was their MO.
Frost chauffeured Goehring around.

Goehring picks a victim,
abducts her on foot,

they drive off in separate vehicles.

But this time Frost had to play
both roles and he got sloppy,

and he left a witness and his car.

Can you confirm that
that's the guy you saw?

No.

That's him.

- He looks like Goehring.
- Or Frost's version of him.

Okay, you're Goehring,
sadistic bastard.

I'm Frost, a submissive,
troubled, gay man.

I need you to dominate me
because it gives me

direction and a purpose in life.

And life is good. And then, one day,
I pull the pin on a grenade.

You die. And when I lose you,

I begin to lose my identity because
my sense of self was tied to you.

You're showing classic signs
of depersonalization disorder,

precipitated by the stressor
of losing a loved one.

- Now all that's left is me.
- And you hate yourself.

I do. Why?

Because I've brainwashed you
with all my rules.

I've told you over and over
how weak you are,

- how you're nothing without me.
- Right.

So, I go back to my home
and annihilate everything I own,

every reminder of who I am.
I erase myself and become you.

Because it's the only way
that you can survive.

The only way that you
can hold on to me.

Frost transforms himself into Goehring
and goes back to abducting women,

because that's
what Goehring would do.

We need to stop thinking like Frost
and start thinking like Goehring,

because he's still calling the shots.

Help, somebody.
Please, let me out.

She's my sweet little thang

Please help me.

She's my pride and joy

She's my sweet little baby

Let me out.

What kind of man follows
another man around like a dog?

- Please let me out.
- If you act like a nobody,

- you'll be treated like a nobody.
- I'm not a nobody.

- I'm you.
- Help!

She's my pride and joy

She's my sweet little baby
I'm her little lover boy

Let me out!

- Hurry up. Hurry up! Come on!
- Okay. Okay.

Get over here.

Get down.

Please.

Sheriff, he's taken on
Goehring's persona.

We have to assume
he's going to behave the same way.

He's heavily armed
and he's committed to his cause.

If he's caught,
he's not only willing to die,

but to take as many of us
with him as possible.

And he's got a hostage, which means

I'm going to need
the best sharpshooter you've got.

That's fine, but we don't even know
where this guy is headed.

The team's been working the profile.
We think we've got something.

In the tapes, Goehring makes
several mentions of ideal land.

He also said that lords
lived on higher ground,

to better surveil the land
and spot invaders.

He studied
medieval defense strategies,

so he'll probably go to a place
where he can protect himself.

High ground, easily defendable.

This picture was on Goehring's fridge.
Do you know where that is?

That's Black Eagle Peak.

Militia groups used to use it for training
drills until the state stopped them.

Ideal land.

- Please don't do this.
- Why? This is what I do.

- My name's Becky.
- Now you shut up! Shut up!

You don't have a name,
not until I give you one. You hear me?

I teach school. I have a fiancé.

What happened to your face?
It looks bad.

- What's your name?
- What's my name?

My name's Francis Goehring.

Come here!

My guy's got eyes on him.

He's on the very top of the peak,
on the far side of that ridge.

He'll see us coming.

He already knows
if he's using that police scanner.

Well, we got to find a way
to get up there.

We'll never be able
to get close enough.

- How's it going with the sharpshooter?
- Who's that?

- You can't be serious.
- You asked for the best. He's it.

- Ex-Special Forces sniper.
- He's a civilian.

He's militia. I deputized him.
He knows the terrain like nobody else.

Wind in this valley will change
the trajectory of a shot by inches.

If you can't read the wind,
wrong person might get shot.

I guess I don't need to
remind you gentlemen of that.

- We can handle this.
- Good luck with that.

Hey, it might not come down to it
if we don't get moving. I'll go with him.

You want to flank around
the west side of the mountain?

No, if he's on the north, I'll get
a better view from the east ridge.

Steeper, higher ground.
Get a clear shot from there.

- If you see the shot, call it.
- Good.

Channel 23, keep it open.
I'll go with the Sheriff.

We'll stay at the base
and try to distract him.

Go up through the northeast
and through the middle.

Keep your head down.

Francis Goehring! Channel two!

All we want to do
is talk to you.

Let me know you can hear me.

Yeah, I can hear you. Get up. Get up.

This is my land!
You understand? Not yours.

And you will leave or she dies.

She's tucked in real tight. Too tight.

I can't get the shot.
You got to get him to move.

No shot. We've got to distract Frost,
get him away from Becky.

How we going to do that?

- He's not Goehring. He can't do this.
- He shot Angela Miller in the back.

All I want to do is talk.

You want to talk?
Then go ahead and talk.

But you come any closer,
and she gets a bullet. You hear me?

She's going to be the first to go,
I swear.

Bureau policy was shoot to kill
at Ruby Ridge, wasn't it?

- It wasn't, but it is now.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm not in the Bureau, am I?

We know a lot about you, Henry.

We know your name is Henry Frost.
We know you're 25 years old.

We know that your dad kicked you
out of the house when you were 15.

He was a drunk, and he abused
and he abandoned you.

And ever since your life has been
a series of jails and institutions.

- And it's been hell.
- Shut up! No!

Never let the bastards take you alive.
Never be forgotten.

You're the man who sent
those two agents into my bar.

- I was.
- To piss me off.

- If you have the shot, take it.
- Innocent woman died at Ruby Ridge.

As tragic as that outcome was,

my order on that day
was the same as it is now.

That man is not going to be taken alive.

- You were there?
- I was.

- The shot's the signal to go.
- Take the damn shot.

Maybe your partner
will talk him out of it.

Henry, just let the girl go.

And I'll clear everybody out,
and you and I can just talk.

That's a promise.
It doesn't have to end like this.

- Yes, it does. Yes, it does. And it will.
- Henry, let her go. Henry, let her go!

Okay. Okay. It's okay.
I'm going to get this off you.

He's gone.

Let me help you up.
Is there anything else on you?

No.

It's quite a view. Reminds me of Idaho.

Me, too.

All anybody remembers
is that an FBI sniper

killed a mother
while she was holding her baby.

Six months later, Waco.
80 men, women and children died.

Not a single shot did we fire that day.

The legacy of those failures
still haunts us.

It's why some people don't trust us.

Made me start thinking about
leaving the agency.

So, what started you
thinking about coming back?

Unfinished business.

You know, there's one thing
you'll learn about me, Rossi.

I'm relentless. I'll find out.