Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 8 - Lucky - full transcript

DR. LORENZ: Please, listen. I'm telling
you, he's not like our other patients.

The crimes that got him here
are nothing compared to what he'll do

-if we let him out.
-But he responded to medication.

Medication inhibits his delusions,
not his fantasies.

No pill can alter his sexual proclivities.

But he's only 17 years old.

17-year-old boys
don't grow out of their sexuality.

-They grow into it.
-If he continues his medication...

He won't.
The side effects are too dramatic.

WOMAN: Maybe if you explain
how important it is to him...

DR. LORENZ: He put on 160 pounds
since he went on them.



He'll stop taking them. They all do.
And when he does, he'll do this.

All of it.
Every deviant, sickening detail.

He was adjudicated and committed.

The law says, he turns 18,
we release him. Our hands are tied.

It's not your hands I worry about.

You ought to
change your name to Lucky.

Thank whatever God you got.
You're out of here.

I will.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON PHONOGRAPH)

-ALLISON: Hey, Penelope.
-Allison. The usual.

Come on. You got to be kidding me.

(KEYS CLICKING)

I got a polo mallet in my trunk.
Maybe you should give it a shot?

-I'm sorry. None of my business.
-Three hours, it just froze up on me.



And you didn't save as you...

Who has time to save these days
with the kids and their rap music?

-You have a polo mallet in your trunk?
-A small one. Can I?

Oh!

Figures. It's Windows.

Temperamental. Let's try...

(BEEPING)

Voilà. Good luck.

I'm James. James Baylor.
My friends call me Colby.

Penelope Garcia. My friends
call me "Wonderful." Or Garcia.

-Well, thank you.
-Just happy to help.

Maybe I could take you
to lunch sometime?

-Sure. Okay. Why not?
-Here's my card.

-This is my...
-I'll call you.

Great.

-Good morning, princess.
-Good morning.

Pump your brakes.

Every day I say, "Good morning."

Every day you say, "I'll show you
a good morning, hot stuff."

-Every day. Not today?
-I hate profilers. Do you know that?

-Spit it out.
-Fine. I met a guy.

-You did what? Where?
-Coffee shop. Smoking hot.

I fixed his computer,
and then he asked for my number.

-And you just...
-Gave it to him.

Do you believe that?
A complete stranger.

-Did I mention he was smoking hot?
-Yeah, yeah. I think you did.

-Okay, it happens.
-No, it doesn't. Not to me. Not like this.

Not like what?

I'm not the girl men see across
a smoky bar and write songs about.

-Sweetheart...
-It's okay. I do just fine,

-but it takes a minute, you know?
-Okay, so what's the problem?

You think it's all happening
a little too fast or something?

Yes. I don't know. Maybe.
What do you think?

I think you should
always trust your gut.

So sure, if he seems a little too smooth,

or maybe even a little too smoking hot,

then maybe
you should walk the other way.

Hey, we caught a bad one.

-How bad?
-Florida.

(SIGHS)

Bridgewater, Florida.
Local girl, Abbey Kelton, 19,

left her parents' home
to go to the local junior college.

She never came home.
Three days later joggers found her,

-part of her, in a nearby park.
-PRENTISS: What did that to her?

JJ: Bridgewater is off of I-75,

which is often referred to
as Alligator Alley,

for reasons that are now apparent.

Everything below the waist
had been eaten.

The circle of life.

Suddenly, I don't feel so guilty
about my alligator wallet.

Alligators didn't cut off her fingers,

slit her throat
or carve this into her chest.

An inverted pentagram.

The locals believe the killing
was committed by a satanic cult.

-Some things never change.
-Killer satanic cults don't exist.

They were debunked
as a suburban myth.

-What?
-Rossi's the one that debunked them.

-Oh, right. Thanks.
-Cult or not, the killing was ritualized.

This will turn serial
if it hasn't already.

So, killer satanic cults don't exist,
but satanic serial killers do?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Well, thanks for clearing that up.

It's from Dante's Inferno.
"Abandon hope, all ye who enter here."

-So, that was a yes?
-A big yes.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT WHISPERS)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

MORGAN: "Fantasy,
abandoned by reason,

"produces impossible monsters."

Francis Goya.

We never found any evidence
of a killer satanic cult.

In reality, there are only
two types of violent satanic criminals.

Type one, teen satanists,
assume the satanic identity to rebel.

Minor crimes, theft and
vandalism to churches,

schools, symbols of authority.

When combined with drugs
and alcohol, they may turn violent.

Yes, in extreme cases, deadly.

That was out of my book,
word for word.

-Trust us. We know.
-Killings are accidental,

usually resulting from
their hobby getting out of control.

-Killings won't turn serial...
-Hey, Reid.

Sorry.

Okay, so that's one type.
What's type two?

The adaptive satanist is
the one you have to worry about.

A typical serial killer,
rationalizing his fantasies

-by blaming them on outside forces.
-Like Satan?

Yes. He adapts satanic beliefs
to fit his specific homicidal drives.

He doesn't kill
because he believes in Satan.

He believes in Satan because he kills.

Well, let's hope it's the teenagers.

Whether you're religious or not,
the presence of satanic elements

can affect even
the most experienced investigators.

And we're not immune,
so keep an eye on the locals

-and keep an eye on each other.
-Hey, I hear you. I saw The Exorcist.

My mother took us to church
every Sunday until I moved out.

This whole Devil thing
doesn't spook me at all.

Maybe that's because you never
truly bought the God part either.

No offense, kid,
but you don't know what I believe.

Well, I mean, logic dictates
that if you believe in the one,

you have to reconcile
the existence of the other.

HOTCH: People's reactions to Satan is

what gives it appeal to these offenders.
It has power,

and it would be a mistake
to underestimate it.

Medical Examiner's Office
BRIDGEWATER, FLORIDA

We found Abbey's car
at a gas station near her home.

No sign of foul play. Dr. Fulton?

The gators got to her
sometime during the night.

Her nose was broken
at least 48 hours prior.

-About the time of the abduction.
-Blitz attack.

-What was the cause of death?
-Her throat.

It was cut roughly eight hours
prior to the discovery of the body.

Sexual assault?

The state of the body
makes that impossible to determine.

-The pentagram?
-That was done postmortem.

-And the fingers?
-All severed at the first knuckle.

-When?
-I was unsure

when the fingers were removed,
until I found this...

The contents of her stomach.

The condition indicates they were fed
to her just prior to her death.

All ten fingers.

Rossi, do me a favor.
You talk to the priest, all right?

You'd rather interview
the grieving parents

on the worst day of their lives,
than the priest?

If it's all right with you, yeah.

Good afternoon.

Hi, Father Marks. Agent Jareau.
These are Agents Rossi and Morgan.

Hey, it's good of you to come.

We're sorry we have to be here
under these circumstances, Father.

Well, Abbey's parents,
Bob and Lee-Ann, are in my office.

We were discussing her service.

Agent Morgan actually
has some questions for you.

Well, they're upstairs.
First door on the right,

and they're expecting you.

So, how long has it been,
Agent Morgan?

I'm sorry?

Well, since you've been
in God's house?

(CHUCKLING) Priests and dentists can
spot an overdue customer a mile away.

So, how long has it been?

I didn't come here to talk about myself.

-Occupational hazard, my apologies.
-Is this the biggest church in town?

Well, we're the only church
in Bridgewater proper.

You're aware of the religious aspects
of this crime? The pentagram?

(SIGHING) Yes, I am.

Have there been any break-ins, thefts,
threats towards the church?

-No.
-Parishioners behaving strangely?

Regulars who may have
recently stopped coming?

No, not that I'm aware of.

How about questions about Satan
from your young members?

-Possession, exorcisms, the occult?
-Now, that I'm sure I would remember.

Good. Thanks for your time.

JJ: We're so sorry for your loss.

They say we couldn't have
an open casket,

so we need to choose a picture.

I didn't know which one to use,
so I brought them all.

-She's beautiful.
-ROSSI: Her first steps?

Bob took that. Thank God.
I would have missed it.

I was at a church retreat
for the weekend.

-Pretty young to be walking.
-Nine months.

Youngest girl in
the whole neighborhood to walk.

First to swim, too. That's Abbey.

-When's her birthday?
-July 28th.

Leo. Headstrong, popular, generous,
the center of attention. Am I right?

To a T. That's Abbey.

She was only 17 when she graduated.
She's studying to be a nurse.

Was.

-What's that, dear?
-She was studying to be a nurse.

(CRYING)

(SNIFFLING) I made the identification.

There was a sheet over her.

Doc pulled it down
just enough to see her face.

But I could tell,

I could see from the way
the sheet lay over her body

that something wasn't right.

Detective Jordan won't tell me the
details. He said I don't need to know.

And Doc says I don't need to see.

But this is Abbey.
This is my sweet Abbey.

I trust Doc and I trust Detective Jordan,

but you're from the FBI
and if you tell me

that I don't need to see
or I don't need to know,

I'll believe you.

Trust me, Mr. Kelton.

These are the memories
you want to keep.

FATHER MARKS: Thank you.
ROSSI: Thank you, Father.

-Take care.
-Hi, Father.

For Lee-Ann and Bob. We feel
so helpless. We had to do something.

FATHER MARKS: There's plenty
of room in the fridge, okay?

-So take it in there.
-Thanks, Father.

There's no evidence
that any of the local kids

were into Devil worship or the occult.

-No, this is not a group of teenagers.
-It's a serial killer.

And considering what he did
with her fingers, a sadistic one.

That I wouldn't say just yet.

He cut off her fingers
and he made her eat them.

If that isn't sadistic...

If it was, that's the only sign
of sadism present in the crime.

If he was purely a sadist, there would
have been more signs of torture.

-The fingers are a message.
-What the hell's the message?

She's not my first.

None of the fingers found
in Abbey Kelton's stomach were hers.

And six of them were index fingers.

Bridgewater Inlet State Park
BRIDGEWATER, FLORIDA

(DOOR CREAKING)

(SHUDDERING)

(SCREAMING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hear ye, hear ye. The honorable
Penelope Garcia presiding.

Speak and be heard.

(LAUGHING) Uh...

It's Colby. We met this morning.
You fixed my laptop.

-Yeah, hi. How's it going?
-Great. Thanks to you.

-Just happy to be of service.
-You know,

I was wondering if you'd let me make
that thank-you lunch a dinner.

-You really don't have to do that.
-I know, but I'd like to.

I'm asking you out, Garcia.

-Tomorrow night.
-Tomorrow night?

Tomorrow night. Tomorrow night.

(COUGHING)

You know, I would love to,
but I am coming down with something.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Maybe some other time,
when you're feeling up to it.

Yeah, I have your number.

-Feel better.
-Thanks.

(DIALING)

MORGAN: Hey, what you got
for me, girl?

I just sent you ten separate IDs
belonging to the ten fingers

found in Abbey Kelton's stomach.

No two fingers belonged
to the same woman.

Ten? And you ID'd them already?

Forty plus prostitution arrests
made it easy.

They worked truck stops and rest areas

in the counties
surrounding Bridgewater.

-Well, the UnSub knows the area well.
-Clearly. Got to go. Bye.

Hey, whoa. What, no snappy retort?
What's going on?

-Not in the mood.
-Penelope?

That guy from the coffee shop
asked me out,

and I took your advice
and I blew him off.

Oh.

Well, good. Smart move. Something
was definitely wrong with him.

Wow, you are some profiler.

You could tell how wrong he was
from what little I told you.

Garcia, I didn't mean...

I wonder, was it that he was too
handsome or too interested in me

that tipped you off
on how wrong he was?

-Garcia, I...
-Just 'cause you wouldn't

cross a crowded room to hit on me,

does not mean that a more perceptive,
less superficial guy wouldn't.

Hey, Derek, you want snappy?
You suck.

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

-Hey.
-Hey.

Garcia just ID'd ten victims.

Yeah, she just sent the files through.
Look at this.

Last known locations of the ten victims.

-Has Hotch seen this?
-Yes. Oh, yeah.

Hotch set up the profile briefing.

We're calling the families.
You're briefing the locals.

Abbey Kelton and ten others

murdered by a serial killer
here in Bridgewater.

Here? How can you be sure?

These marks represent
where the first ten disappeared.

The void in the center
is his safety zone.

He avoids killing near his home
to escape detection.

And the void's center is Bridgewater.

Why would he violate his safety zone?
No one knew he existed.

Because no one knew he existed.
That's why he left us the fingers.

If he wants us to know,
does he want us to catch him?

No. Killing gives him power.
Our knowing gives him more.

He won't stop. He's just getting started.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Detective Jordan.

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

You were right.
He's just getting started.

PRENTISS: So, yesterday afternoon
Tracey Lambert told her roommate

-she was going for a hike.
-He was waiting for her.

Well, blitz attack. Probably
like Abbey Kelton's at the gas station.

Our UnSub was likely
in a mental institution.

-Why do you say that?
-One neat aspect.

The severely mentally ill
have chaos all around them.

When institutionalized,
they're given order.

Taught to keep
their rooms clean and neat.

When discharged,
they stop taking their meds

and their minds fall back into chaos,
but often

they do one thing to
keep some order back into it.

Okay, I'll call Garcia.
Tell her to check state mental records.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

-Hey, what's he doing here?
-I called him.

State Search and Rescue's
out of Tallahassee.

It'd take at least
four to five hours to set it up.

So?

Tracey is a member
of the church choir,

and my congregation
is feeling helpless.

At least this way we'll feel
like we're doing something.

It's not a good idea.

The UnSub could be a member
of your church.

So?

Serial killers like to insert themselves
in these investigations.

Look, Tracey is the second girl
to go missing around here in a week,

and we all know
what happened to the first.

-Now, I am conducting this search.
-JJ: Sir, we're here to help.

Okay, let us set it up.

If we have to do a search,
we can try to draw him out.

A volunteer sign-in sheet should
give us a good suspect list.

All right. Let's do it.

Please have your IDs out and ready
for the volunteer sign in.

PRENTISS: As soon as you've
signed in,

move towards the staging area

and officers will instruct you
on search procedure.

Every search pair
should have one whistle.

-Thanks, Father.
-There you go.

-Hey, Father.
-Move forward.

JJ: Next.

MAN 1: Tracey.
MAN 2: Tracey Lambert.

WOMAN: Tracey.

MAN 3: Tracey.

Tracey Lambert.

(EXCLAIMS)

Sheryl?

(SIREN WAILING)

(MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY ON RADIO)

OFFICER: (ON RADIO)
All units, code eight.

Timmons, Sheryl. White female,
age 32, 5'5", brown hair.

Last seen wearing khakis
and a pink shirt.

All units respond immediately.

-Unit 18, roger. Responding.
-Copy.

Slow it down, buddy.

(POUNDING)

(MUFFLED CRIES)

What am I going to tell my boys?

I mean, Matt's old enough
to know what's going on.

It's all my fault.
I shouldn't have left her.

-Please tell me you'll find her.
-Hey, how's it going with Father Marks?

-Any of the volunteers jump out at him?
-Not yet.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Garcia?
-I'm still running the particulars

of our homicides through ViCAP.
Nothing so far.

Okay, I just sent you
the Volunteer Search list.

Okay. And I'm cross-checking
the names

against mental institution records.

Pay attention to individuals who were
involuntarily committed in Florida.

Rossi's convinced our UnSub is the
type that likes to stick close to home.

-Got it. Talk to you later.
-Hey, Garcia,

you normally call Morgan
about these kinds of things.

-Is everything okay?
-God, I hate profilers.

Okay. Come on, tell me.

I met this guy at the coffee shop
I go to every day.

Right. Got it.

What?

When a woman tells a man
about her feelings,

she doesn't want him to fix her.
She wants him to shut up and listen.

So?

I know these people
better than anyone,

and none of them fits the description
of the man you've described.

One of them does.

-I'm sorry, I don't...
-He's a mimic. He imitates faith.

Attends service every Sunday, but only
goes because everyone else goes.

-You know him.
-I do my best

to guide my congregation, okay?
But these days, most of them,

not just the younger, unmarried men,
are imitating faith.

Almost all of them come
because the rest of them do.

-My job, as their priest...
-None of that is important right now.

What is important is that I'm looking
for a killer and he is on that list.

And I don't know him.
I can't help you. I'm sorry.

Tell that to Sheryl Timmons'
husband and children,

when they ask you to
pray over what's left of her.

I'm sure they'll find it real comforting.

And I'll be praying,
for their sake and yours,

that I never have to do that,
Agent Morgan.

-Good luck with that.
-What happened to you?

Only someone
who grew up with religion

could have so much contempt
for a priest he hardly knows.

When I was a kid,
something bad was happening to me.

And I went to church every day,
and I prayed.

I prayed for it to stop.
You know what God did?

Nothing.

He never gives us
more than we can handle.

Your God expects way too much
of 13-year-old boys.

Father Marks seemed
pretty shaken up when he left.

Yeah, well,
he had enough reason to be.

You're still pissed I threw you
under the bus with him yesterday.

Am I?

You know, in my day, if your partner
made a request like that...

Well, I was just giving you
a chance for personal growth.

I get you, Dave.
You're not a mystery to me, man.

They said
you couldn't interview serial killers.

You did.

They said you couldn't put together
a profiling team. You did.

They said there was no way in hell
you would ever come back here.

You did.

It's in your nature, Rossi.
It's who you are.

Well, if you knew all that,

why would you tell me
you didn't want to talk to the priest?

I was giving you an opportunity
for personal growth.

Where you going?

To apologize.

I'm sorry to interrupt.
I'm looking for Father Marks?

(WIND BLOWING)

Did you see that?

Ma'am?

Excuse me, ma'am?

Ma'am?

(SOBBING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Please. Please don't hurt me.

I have children. Please.

-(SOBBING) Please.
-Relax.

This is going to feel real nice.

(CRYING)

HOTCH: Well, she's Hispanic.

Clearly she's neither of the two women
we're looking for.

PRENTISS: Okay, I got it.

All right. Her name is Maria Lopez.
She's 34 years old.

Numerous arrests for solicitation
and prostitution, just like the others,

but she was reported missing
nine months ago.

She's been dead 72 hours.

And I can say with certainty,
there was no sexual assault.

Why would he keep her alive
for nine months,

and then kill her three days ago?

Dr. Fulton, can you check the tissue
to see if the cells have burst?

-You think she was frozen?
-Why?

Because I think he's eating them.

Dr. Fulton confirmed it. Maria Lopez
was frozen shortly after her death.

Well, that explains
why we haven't been able to

find the other victims.
He's keeping them.

How did you get to cannibalism?

He didn't take them for sex
and he took their legs.

He was trying to tell us by feeding
the fingers to Abbey Kelton.

The fingers were a message.
"I've killed before" was only part of it.

-"I'm eating them" was the other.
-Cannibalism, the greatest taboo.

That explains his drive to blame
his appetite on an outside force.

Why would anyone
want to eat human flesh?

It's like a sexual urge. The cross-wiring
of the two most basic human drives,

-sustenance and sex.
-It all fits.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Garcia,
I'm putting you on speaker.

GARCIA: So, I can't find any patients in
Florida who have the charming cocktail

of being both
a satanist and a cannibal.

However, Hazelwood mental institution
is the place to go

when looking for Florida's
most dangerous kinds of wackos,

and they had a fire in 1998
that destroyed all their records.

-How far away is Hazelwood?
-70 miles.

-JJ, tell them we're on our way. Reid.
-Let's do it.

DR. NASH: As I told Agent Jareau
on the phone,

we have no existing record
of that patient you've described.

But your records only go back
as far as 1998.

We were hoping that perhaps
you would remember him.

I'm sorry. I don't.

Jim Lorenz was in charge
of the adolescents.

Adolescents?

The only reason we release a patient
this disturbed

is if he had been admitted as a minor
and turned 18.

Could we speak to Dr. Lorenz?

He died in the fire. He was leaving
when he heard the alarm.

He came back inside
and became trapped.

-Why would he come back?
-He was a very dedicated man.

Could it be because
there was something in his office

that he felt was worth
risking his life for?

(EXHALES)

-Dr. Nash?
-There is something.

(SIGHING) The grounds people found it
in a tree just below his office.

Jim must have thrown it out his window
just before he...

I started reading it. I had to stop.

"The patient's symptoms go far beyond

"normal psychosexual
oral-biting fixation

"of a typical 7-year-old boy."

Rossi, we've got something.
I need a name, Reid.

"Admitted after biting a large piece of
flesh out of his 9-month-old sister."

-A name.
-"Believes he is possessed

"by a flesh eating demon."

-Reid.
-Floyd Feylinn Ferell.

Feylinn? Floyd Feylinn?

-You know him?
-Sure I do.

-He dropped his last name.
-JORDAN: Would he be that obvious?

Absolutely. He's not that bright.

He believes Satan would
protect him from getting caught.

MORGAN: Open door, right.

MORGAN: It's clear.

PRENTISS: Clear.

(SITTIN' IN THE DARK
PLAYING ON PHONOGRAPH)

Dear God.

(GASPS)

-PRENTISS: Sheryl Timmons?
-Yes.

You're safe now.
Is Tracey Lambert here?

SHERYL: No.

Keep it together.
I need you to look at the faces.

Do you see Tracey Lambert?

No. No, Tracey's not here.

-Tracey Lambert?
-She's not here.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

FBI! Don't move!
Put your hands where I can see them.

Do it now! Feylinn!

I got him.

Get up. Get up.

Where's Tracey Lambert?

MORGAN: Let's go.

Francisco Goya.
Known as The Black Paintings.

Lorenz's notes say that
Feylinn was exposed to them

-as part of his therapeutic art therapy.
-I don't think it worked.

He kills them after 72 hours.
Tracey's been gone for 24.

-See if you can find out where she is.
-I'll do what I can.

Kobe Girl Steak, huh?

That's where you massage
the meat, right?

Floyd, these are some pretty unusual
recipes you got here.

Did you try them all?

Hmm?

You must have tried
some of them, right?

Talk to me. Which ones did you try?

They have a smiley face by them.
Others have a frowny face.

-They sure do. Why?
-They didn't turn out so good.

(SIGHING) Well, thank you for that.

You hear voices, Floyd?

I'm not smart,

but I have a smart friend
who tells me things.

MORGAN: What's your
smart friend's name?

-He wants me to tell you something.
-Tell me what?

Your watch has stopped.

-He's trying to spook him.
-Well, that won't work.

MORGAN: Yeah.

I was meaning to change the batteries
over a month ago.

You know, we thought
you chose athletically built women

because you were attracted to them,
but that was only part of it, right?

You like a woman with a little meat
on her bones, don't you?

Makes for better recipes, doesn't it?
Hmm?

-Something I'm missing?
-The skinny ones take drugs.

-So, what, you don't like drug users?
-They taste funny.

-Where's Tracey Lambert, Floyd?
-I'm not supposed to tell you.

I'm only supposed to tell Father Marks.

I'm going to stop talking now.

He's right there.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

You've got to let me do all the talking,
you hear me?

-Thank you for coming, Father.
-Anything I can do to...

Floyd,

I had to pull some serious strings
to get him here.

My bosses didn't like the idea at all
of sending him in.

Now they're going to allow him
to sit right here and listen,

but you're going to talk to me, all right?

Okay. I've done some really bad things.

Everybody's done things
they're not proud of, Floyd.

The only thing that helps
is to talk about them.

Tell other people.

Things are always better
after you talk about them.

-Not everything.
-ROSSI: This is strange.

When he entered the park, Feylinn
signed the volunteer sign-in sheet,

but his name's
not on the list of searchers.

MORGAN: Come on, Floyd.
I got him here, like you asked.

Now it's your turn.
Tell us, where is Tracey Lambert?

Something's wrong.

FLOYD: Father, I feel so alone.

I feel like God has abandoned me.

Why?

You are not alone, my son.
God is in all of us.

-We need to stop the interview.
-So is Tracey Lambert.

Son of a bitch.

(LAUGHING)

-You son of a bitch.
-Father Marks! Father Marks!

-No! No!
-You son of a bitch!

-MORGAN: Get him out of here!
-You son of a bitch!

(LAUGHING)

JORDAN: He was feeding
the volunteers.

MORGAN: 16th century English
novelist Thomas Deloney wrote,

"God sends meat,
and the Devil sends cooks."

Blaming the Devil for
his cannibalism wasn't enough

to lessen his guilt,
so he tricked others into participating.

He made them all as guilty as he was.

He caught every break possible, Rossi.

He gets released from the hospital,
his records get destroyed,

gets pulled over with a victim in the
trunk of his car and they let him go.

-I've never seen anyone that lucky.
-What's your point?

You've been doing this a long time.
You've seen a lot of things.

You think it's possible
that Feylinn would...

(SIGHING) I don't know, that he was

getting some kind of help
from something else?

It's irrelevant.

The job is to find evil, to stop it,
not to know where it came from.

Let somebody else take that job.
This one's tough enough.

You know, Reid was right.

About?

If you believe in one,
you have to believe in the other.

GARCIA: I really enjoyed
myself tonight.

COLBY: Me, too.

I guess it's lucky my laptop
froze up on me when it did.

Uh, I don't know about luck,

but it was awfully good
that I was there to fix it.

-You don't believe in luck?
-Not really. No.

Do you believe in coincidences?

I believe that everything happens
for a really good reason.

Well, I think you're right about that.

(BOTH GIGGLING)

This is it.

(INHALING) Yeah. Well, good night.

Good night.

(COLBY CHUCKLES)

Oh.

-Good night.
-Yeah.

-COLBY: Hey, Garcia?
-Yeah?

I've been thinking
about doing this all night.

(GASPS)