Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - Penelope - full transcript
More is learned about Garcia while the team tries to find the persistent unsub threatening her.
MORGAN: Previously on
Criminal Minds...
Fine. I met a guy.
MORGAN: Where?
GARCIA: Coffee shop.
I fixed his computer.
-Maybe I could take you to lunch?
-GARCIA: Can you believe that?
-A complete stranger.
-It happens.
Not to me. Not like this.
I think you should
always trust your gut.
Maybe you should walk the other way.
I was wondering if you'd let me make
that thank-you-lunch a dinner.
I'm asking you out, Garcia.
Hey, Garcia? I've been thinking
about doing this all night.
(GASPS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
WOMAN: I was inside. I heard
the shot, but I didn't see anything.
MEDIC 1: GSW,
chest through abdomen.
-BP 90 over 50 and dropping.
-MEDIC 2: Call it in.
Get the backboard and the c-collar.
-Is she going to make it?
-MEDIC 2: Ma'am, can you hear me?
-Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
-Carotid's thready.
MEDIC 2: Hi. Hello. Can you
tell me your name? Ma'am?
MEDIC 1: Blood pressure,
160 and dropping.
-Her name is Penelope.
-Ma'am, please.
-Thank you.
-MEDIC 3: Give us some room here.
MEDIC 2: Everything's going to be fine.
OFFICER: Ma'am,
did you hear anything?
It sounded like
a broom handle snapping in two.
I didn't even realize it was a gunshot,
at first.
MEDIC 2: Stay with us. Stay with us.
Can you hear me?
Can you hear my voice? On three.
One, two, three. Here we go.
MEDIC 3: Excuse me.
MEDIC 2: There you are.
Everything's great.
-Can you tell me your name?
-Penelope Garcia.
MEDIC 2: Let's get her in, guys.
Go, go, go.
I think she works for the FBI.
MEDIC 2: Okay, Penelope,
everything's going to be fine.
Great, you're doing so good.
Hang in there.
MEDIC 1: Step.
MEDIC 2: Stay with me.
Stay with me, Penelope.
That's it, Penelope. You're doing great.
Stay with us.
MEDIC 1: You're going to be okay,
Penelope. Just hang in there.
(SCOFFS) What, you trying
to make me look bad
-by staying here later than me?
-JJ.
MEDIC 2: Stats are dropping, 82.
MEDIC 1: Come on,
wake up and breathe.
She's hypoventilating,
hand me the bag. Come on.
MEDIC 2: Come on, Penelope.
Hang with us. Stay with us.
30-year-old,
single GSW chest to abdomen.
Pulse?
Tacky, in the 140s,
dropped her systolic to 78.
Intubate and red-line to the OR now.
MEDIC 2: Hang in there, Penelope.
Hang in there.
-MEDIC 1: Come on.
-Let's go, go, go.
WOMAN: (ON PA) Valenti, you have
an MD call. Return to the desk.
-Nurse Valenti, you have an MD call.
-She's in surgery. There's no word.
This is crazy.
SURGEON 1: On the IVAC.
NURSE: Yes, Doctor.
Clamp. The field's too bloody.
I need suction. I can't find the source.
SURGEON 2: Turn up the suction.
NURSE: Here we go.
-What do we know?
-Police think it was a botched robbery.
-Where's Morgan?
-He's not answering his cell.
-I'll call him again.
-What aren't you saying?
I spoke to one of the paramedics who
brought her in. It doesn't look good.
(CONSTANT BEEPING)
She's in V-tach.
-Charge to 360 and clear.
-Wait, we got to find the bleeder.
-She'll go into V-Fib.
-We have to find the bleeder.
They can't give me an update.
Morgan's phone just keeps going
straight to voice mail.
Where the hell is he?
(WATER SPLASHING)
(WATER SPLASHES)
SURGEON 2: Locate that bleeder.
NURSE: Another 750
out of the chest tube.
SURGEON 2: How's it getting up there
when she's bleeding down there?
Pressure's dropping, 67 over 42.
Bullet must have ripped
right through the diaphragm.
And bagged the splenic artery.
SURGEON 1: Put direct
pressure, right here.
SURGEON 2: She's
bleeding too quickly.
SURGEON 1: More blood.
SURGEON 2: We're way behind.
More pressure.
SURGEON 1: All right, keep pressure
on the artery while I tie her off.
-NURSE: I'm clamping.
-All done.
SURGEON 2: Thoracotomy tray.
(FLATLINING)
-V-fib.
-She's flatlining. Clear.
-Paddles. Charge to two.
-NURSE: Clear.
-Lidocaine 100 on the bolus.
-SURGEON 2: No change.
SURGEON 1: Charge.
NURSE: 300.
SURGEON 1: Clear.
SURGEON 2: No change.
-Charge.
-NURSE: 360.
SURGEON 1: This isn't working.
-Charge.
-NURSE: Asystole.
SURGEON 1: Nothing still.
SURGEON 2: Clear.
GARCIA: William Shakespeare wrote,
"Love all. Trust a few.
Do wrong to none."
SURGEON 1: Clear.
SURGEON 2: Nothing still.
Clear.
(BEEPING)
-She's back.
-Sinus rhythm.
Good job, guys.
All right, hold on the amiodarone.
(SIGHS)
-All right, suction and Prolene.
-SURGEON 2: Pulse ox rising.
WOMAN: Doctor Roberts to Admitting.
Doctor Roberts to Admitting, please.
-She's been in surgery a couple hours.
-I was in church. My phone was off.
There's nothing
you could have been doing here.
-The police got any leads?
-HOTCH: I spoke to the lead detective.
He doesn't think
we'll get anything from the scene.
(EXHALES IN FRUSTRATION)
Penelope Garcia?
-Yes.
-Yes.
The bullet went in her chest
and ricocheted into her abdomen.
She lost a lot of blood.
It was touch and go for a while,
but we were able to repair the injuries.
So, what are you saying?
One centimeter over and it would have
torn right through her heart.
Instead, she could actually walk
out of here in a couple of days,
and I'd say that's a minor miracle.
She needs her rest.
You can see her in the morning.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
David and I will go to the scene.
I think the rest of you should be here
when she wakes up.
I don't care about protocol.
I don't care whether
we're working this officially, or not.
We don't touch any new cases
until we find out who did this.
WOMAN: Chaplin to the ICU.
COLBY: Hey, Garcia?
(GASPS)
Our guess is he saw her enter,
then kicked the door in after her.
He robs her, she tries to chase him,
then he turns and shoots her
as he's getting away.
Do you have an estimate on
how far away the gunshot was?
Approximately 15 feet.
Any reason, besides the door,
that you think it was a robbery?
He took her purse.
Dumped half of it before he took off.
Did you find the shell casing?
-So, he hit her square from here?
-Hell of a shot on the run.
Why does he risk coming into an
enclosed courtyard to steal a purse?
-World's boldest purse-snatcher?
-HOTCH: Doesn't make sense.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah. Good.
We'll be right there. She's up.
GARCIA: Oh!
WOMAN: Doctor Roberts to Admitting.
Doctor Roberts to Admitting, please.
Hi. No tears. I'm afraid
if I start crying, I'll come unstapled.
How are you feeling?
Confused, stupid, and in pain.
-Are you up for some questions?
-I never saw it coming.
-He seemed deliciously normal.
-You know him?
You were right.
I shouldn't have trusted it.
-What are you talking about?
-It was that guy I told you about.
The one I met at the coffee shop.
I wanted to believe
he was interested in me.
-Forget that.
-I let my guard down.
Do you have any idea
why he would have done this?
Did he threaten you?
Did he want something?
I just thought he liked me.
Okay. We're going to come back
in a little while.
-We need a name.
-James Colby Baylor.
JJ. Can you stay for a sec?
-You need to stay calm.
-Don't tell me what to be.
Remember anything she said
about him?
No.
I just talked to Hotch.
They think he used a revolver.
Who the hell uses a revolver?
Someone who doesn't want to leave
shell casings behind as evidence.
-What about witnesses?
-None so far.
And he staged it to look like a robbery.
Which means if he's smart enough
to use forensic countermeasures,
odds are the name he gave Garcia
is probably bogus.
What did she say?
She made me promise
not to talk about her like a victim.
-So, victimology. Why Garcia?
-Look at her.
What are you saying?
Well, you don't look like that
by accident.
She wears her individuality
like a shield.
-Leading someone to be antagonistic?
-She stands out. Single woman.
Could be someone
was watching her for a while.
A sadist who gets off on gaining her
trust and then trying to kill her?
Pretty common.
Kemper, Bundy, Robert Anderson.
They all had an element of it.
What's bugging you?
A sadist who just happens
to choose an analyst for the FBI?
I asked her to go out last night,
but she was pissed at me.
She blew me off.
-So, you ended up in church?
-Yeah.
What does it mean?
On one hand, if she'd gone out with me,
she would have never got shot.
On the other hand,
what are the odds that
the first time I pray in 20 years,
-she's on the table?
-She's asking for you.
-Hey. How're you feeling?
-Good news, bad news.
The morphine's wearing off.
When I was in the ambulance,
I could hear the song Heroes
playing in my head.
I kept flashing in and out
of consciousness.
Everything was really bright
and I remember thinking,
"Wait, is David Bowie really God?"
We have a sketch artist coming in.
-Okay. I'm still a little hazy.
-It's okay.
Anything you tell us will help.
-This guy say what he did for a living?
-He said he was a lawyer.
Did people know him where you went?
He said he wanted to show me a place.
-It was half an hour away.
-You drove together?
Hmm.
-What kind of car?
-White.
Four-door Sedan. American.
It smelled new.
-Rental car, maybe?
-Maybe.
I don't know. I don't look at things
like you guys do. I don't see danger.
Okay. Hey, take it easy. Take it easy.
-What else can you remember?
-He smelled good.
-Good night.
-Good night.
REID: He seem nervous?
I thought he was just afraid
to kiss me good night.
Hey, are you sure you're up for this?
-COLBY: Hey, Garcia?
-Yeah?
I've been thinking
about doing this all night.
(GASPS)
I could hear him walking.
He leaned over me, and I held my
breath so he'd think I was dead.
-What happened here?
-A shooting. It was horrible.
-She's in intensive care.
-She survived?
-I have no idea how.
-Miracles of science, right?
-They get the guy? No clue at all?
-Probably some crackhead.
It's crazy. Police around here
can't even keep you safe.
This whole city's going to hell.
-You look like crap.
-Four days, no leads. I feel like crap.
Any word from the hospital?
She's out of the ICU, doctors say
she could go home in a couple of days.
Reid and Morgan are replaying it
with her and they'll keep us posted.
We can always round up the three
million guys the sketch looks like.
That was the police. They took
the sketch back to the coffee shop,
-the restaurant, came up empty.
-I even ran it through ViCAP. No hits.
No luck with the rental car companies.
No prints at the scene.
No shell casings.
The cell phone the guy used
to call Garcia at work was a disposable.
The guy's a cipher.
-Hypervigilance, right?
-Something like that.
You know, most people these days
are looking for a semi-automatic.
-Yeah?
-Yeah. Holds more rounds.
You don't need more rounds
if you don't miss.
Penelope, I know it's got to
be hard to keep reliving this.
I just don't know what else
there is to remember.
Let's start with the behavior.
That's all profiling really is.
It's just noticing behavior.
Sweetheart, any details you can
remember will tell us who he is, okay?
Mmm-hmm.
All right, so let's go back to when
you first arrived at the restaurant.
-Was he nervous?
-No.
GARCIA: The opposite, actually.
WAITER: Can I start you
with anything to drink?
-We'll have a bottle of Sancerre.
-Actually, I drink red.
Trust me, you'll love it.
So, he was trying to impress you by
showing you how he can take charge?
I guess so.
-Tell me about his watch.
-It's a fake Rolex.
-You're sure about that?
-I know my knockoffs.
Clearly he was playing with it, though,
because he wanted you to notice.
I mean, he wanted you
to think that it was real.
Garcia, are you okay?
-I'm feeling really exposed.
-You're doing just fine. Just fine.
So, you work for the FBI?
-Mmm-hmm.
-That's glamorous.
If you want to call 14-hour days
cloistered in a small dark room,
surrounded by violent images
glamorous, then, hells yeah.
Absolutely, it's Paris in the '20s.
(GARCIA LAUGHING)
-You work murder cases?
-Mmm-hmm. 24/7.
I see. That's the big time right there.
You're like a cop and Big Brother
all rolled into one.
I like to think of myself as
a tireless crusader for world karma.
Right.
-What about you?
-I don't know. School in New Haven.
Law school in Boston.
Cambridge, I guess, technically,
-but it's all one college town.
-What kind of law do you practice?
I was a city attorney. But once
you've had a murder case dismissed
for judicial ineptitude,
or a random collateral estoppel,
let's just say private practice
starts making a lot of sense.
People can get away with murder
for other people's incompetence.
But, why am I telling you this?
I'm sure you see it all the time.
To karma.
REID: City attorneys
don't try murder cases.
What?
REID: He knows enough
to use legal terminology,
but he's not actually a working lawyer.
I think we're looking at someone
who failed out of law school
-or didn't pass the Bar.
-Did Garcia say if he gave any details
about the cases
he was supposedly working?
-No specifics.
-If he failed out of the system,
it could explain why he's got a working
vocabulary and not much more.
It could also explain his anger.
Even in his lie, he rails against
other people's incompetence.
Well, he's clearly a narcissist.
The clothes, the watch, the subtle hints
at where he went to school.
He's faking humility when he's saying
New Haven and Cambridge,
instead of Yale and Harvard.
JJ, we need an analyst who can
put our information
through our legal databases.
I'm on it.
Are you sure another tech
is okay with me in her system?
I mean, we're kind of weird about that.
We just need you to run
some Bar association records.
-Why doesn't she do it?
-She's in the hospital.
You're talking about the analyst
who was shot.
HOTCH: That's right.
-Do you know who hit her?
-That's what we're hoping to find out.
What?
We're the gatekeepers to
a whole lot of information, man.
It's enough to make us go paranoid.
(SIGHS) You know, I could have
done this at my computer.
First, we need you to look up the name
James Colby Baylor,
and see if it
shows up anywhere in the system.
-Whoa.
-What is it?
This system is insane.
It's completely Linux-based.
Open-source programming.
You don't see this in government systems.
-I mean, outside of Switzerland.
-James Colby Baylor.
Right. I get it. Chop-chop. Jeez.
KEVIN: Uh-uh. Nothing.
HOTCH: All right, let's start with a list
of everyone in the area who either
failed the Bar exam or was fired from
a large law firm in the last five years.
What, are you serious?
That's got to be like thousands of names.
Try narrowing it down to anyone
with the initials J. C. B.
He had monogrammed shirts.
Trust me, they ain't cheap.
Is there a problem?
Well, this might be the coolest girl
I've ever met.
-You've never laid eyes on her.
-But her GUI is mind-blowing.
The list.
Well, that's weird.
(BEEPING)
This isn't good.
-What's Hotch doing?
-Right now, I'm guessing he's wishing
anybody else
was the leader of this team.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Hey.
-How are you feeling?
-You know, I've had better dates.
What's going on?
We found an encrypted file
on your computer.
Are you involved in something
that I need to know about?
-No.
-Hotch, what's going on?
Could this be connected in any way
to whoever shot you?
-I don't think so.
-I need the password.
-MORGAN: Is this really necessary?
-Yes.
The password.
-Gilman Street.
-Thank you.
They don't honestly think Garcia's
a security risk, do they?
I don't know.
We've been ordered by Internal Affairs
to stop working the case.
-What?
-And until this is cleared up,
you've been suspended. I'm sorry.
Right.
-What are you doing?
-I need to get out of...
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Please, baby, listen to me.
Listen, we're going
to get it straightened out.
I'm going to find out
who did this to you.
I don't give a damn what IA wants
me to do or doesn't want me to do,
but right now, you need to rest.
But one of the last things I said
before he shot me was,
"Everything happens for a reason."
Derek, if I lose faith in that,
then nothing in my life makes sense.
-I get that.
-No, you don't.
-JJ: Is this really necessary?
-It's protocol.
Yes. It's necessary.
Mr. Lynch here
will do an audit of her computer.
I will oversee the investigation.
A federal employee was just
gunned down and you make it seem
like investigating her is more important
than finding out who shot her.
Well, that's not true.
The police have jurisdiction
and, trust me, I will offer them the full
force of the FBI to solve this case.
With all due respect, sir,
the BAU is part of that force.
Look, I'm sorry.
I realize how hard this must be.
But?
But, the first thing you look at
is victimology, correct?
The Bureau needs to know
what she's involved in,
and whether it has to do
with why she was shot.
-She's not involved in anything.
-And you're certain of that?
Absolutely.
What do you know about
how she was recruited to the FBI?
GARCIA: After my parents died,
I kind of went off the rails for a while.
I dropped out of Cal-Tech.
I lived underground, basically.
But I kept teaching myself code.
It was like the one thing
that kept me together.
FUCHS: Well, the Bureau
keeps track of computer hackers.
Ones who have the skill to be either
extremely useful or a potential menace.
-So, Garcia was on a watch list?
-No, watch lists are long.
I'm talking about only
a handful of people on the planet.
What did she do to get on that list?
I'm afraid
I'm not at liberty to answer that.
REID: So, they offered you a job?
Mmm-hmm.
Like Frank Abagnale. The Bureau
figured, if you can't beat him, hire him.
-Yeah, something like that.
-Garcia, what's on the encrypted file?
I'm required to keep record
of everything the team does.
And after my system got hacked
and Elle got shot,
I just didn't want anyone else
to be able to get at you.
I'll talk to the doctor,
see if he'll clear you to leave.
Hi, I'm Mike Fleming.
I'm on till midnight.
Officer Cranbeck,
he'll be here after that, okay?
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Come on, let's get you inside.
(MORGAN SIGHS)
Come on. It washes off. I promise.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(MORGAN CHUCKLES)
I...
I would expect nothing less.
You should be flattered. Not many
people are invited in off the grid.
-Super eight?
-Yeah.
I always imagined myself
fighting crime.
My parents were hippies.
I think it horrified them.
How old were you when you lost them?
Eighteen. Drunk driver.
I volunteer once a week. I counsel
family members of murder victims.
Baby, you don't get
enough of this stuff at work?
I look at those crime scene photos
all day long. I can't know that those
families are out there trying to cope,
and not do something to help.
You do know it was stupid
to encrypt that file.
Yes, I know. Old habits, I guess.
-You need some rest.
-You're right. Go. Be free, my love.
Hey, I'm not going anywhere.
What? I'm fine. I've got my goon squad
parked out front.
Goon squad or no goon squad,
that couch right there
is going to be my best friend
until we find this guy.
-Now leave it alone.
-Okay.
But if you're thinking of trying
to take advantage of me,
let me call my doctor
so he can revive me afterward.
Hey, silly girl.
I love you, you know that, right?
-I love you, too.
-Go to bed.
Can I help you with something?
All right, I need you to stop right there.
(GRUNTS)
-Garcia!
-Oh, my God.
Stay right there. Stay there!
Come here. Come here. Come with me.
Get in the corner. Get in the corner.
Garcia, you listen to me. Take this gun.
-I don't believe in guns.
-Okay, trust me, they are very real.
Take it. All right,
you keep your finger off that trigger.
If somebody walks through that door,
you grab a hold of it,
and you squeeze. Fire, you hear me?
-Morgan.
-Stay there.
(SHIVERING)
107 Leavensworth.
I've got an officer down.
Repeat, officer down.
Send me an ambulance.
MAN: All right, this is dispatch.
We copy your request. Ambulance is...
(SCREAMS)
Garcia, it's me. Don't shoot, it's me.
It's Morgan, baby.
(SOBBING)
(SIREN WAILING)
-Why is this happening to me?
-I don't know. I don't know.
What's going on?
I don't know. This guy's getting
seriously bold and I can guarantee you,
-it's not over.
-Are you okay?
I don't know what he wants from me.
Could you know something about him?
I don't know.
REID: Maybe you have
something he wants.
-I don't know who he is. I'm so scared.
-I know.
Just so you know,
your office called to tell me
we're supposed to run point on this.
They don't want you working the case.
We're just here to comfort a friend.
I'm about to have to tell a good friend's
wife that her husband got murdered.
I don't care what your office says,
any help you can give
-is good in my book.
-Thanks.
I'm sick of being behind this guy.
We gotta end this.
Hey, did you get a look at him?
-Nothing solid.
-Garcia, we need to get you
-back to the hospital.
-No.
No, you know what?
You should still be there.
-We need to get her someplace safe.
-I feel safe with all of you.
We could take you to the BAU.
Garcia?
-REID: You okay?
-Get in the corner. Get in the corner.
When we were at dinner, they wanted
to seat us by a window, but he insisted
on sitting at the worst table in the place
and he sat with his back to the corner.
Detective, can you clear the room
for just a minute?
I got a dead cop downstairs.
I'm considering this
part of the crime scene.
HOTCH: I know.
Just a couple of minutes.
-Do what you got to do.
-Thank you.
Tell us about the car.
-Why?
-Just go with him.
You said it was white,
four-door, American. But what else?
That's it. It was just a car.
Now come on. Think. Anything.
Go back.
His seat belt
was buckled behind his back.
Why does that matter?
It wasn't a rental.
It was for surveillance.
Agents don't wear seat belts.
They need to get out in a hurry.
All right, let's cut the crap. You need
to be straight with us, right now.
-Look at me, not them.
-I'm not hiding anything.
You got shot. Most people
get shot for a reason. Eyes here!
-Hey, ease up, Rossi!
-You've got a room full of people here
willing to believe that
an FBI agent is trying to kill you.
We need to know everything you do
on company time
-that we don't know about. What?
-Come on, man.
-It's nothing bad.
-Spit it out.
It's nothing bad.
I counsel victims' families.
And they know where I work,
so sometimes they ask me
-to look into cases for them.
-What does that mean?
It just means that the cases,
the unsolved ones, I tag them so whoever's
investigating them knows that
the FBI considers them a priority.
-You're not authorized to do that.
-I know. I was just trying to help.
But whoever's working those cases
thinks you're watching them.
I just want to put the pressure
on them so that they don't slide.
How many cases are we talking about?
I don't know. Seven, eight maybe?
-I'd need to get into my system.
-You can't. You're suspended.
Wait a minute, Garcia. On your date,
you said this guy was pressing you
to find out if you were working
murder cases.
Hotch, we got to look at those files.
I told you, I'm sick of this jagoff
being in front of us.
Dave's right. We'll go back to the BAU.
Morgan, Reid, Prentiss,
you stay here and make sure
no one forgets to log out of the system.
-Garcia should not have access.
-Understood.
What the hell?
-Oh, no you don't.
-I do not have time for this.
No chance.
GARCIA: Huh!
-And yet...
-You want to play?
-What is she doing in there?
-Do you really want to know?
Oh, no. You are not seriously trying
to back-hack me.
Nicely played. Okay, new plan.
Well, now this is just way too easy.
-Yeah, that's right. Chase me.
-I thought you had skills.
(BEEPING)
-Oh, boy.
-Have fun getting out of the wormhole.
-Those are all the cases I flagged.
-Okay, everybody take a copy.
We need to see if any of the agents
overlap on all of the cases.
(BEEPING)
Now, what were you looking for?
There aren't any agents
working on these cases.
But the same deputy
was a first responder in three.
-What's the name?
-Jason Clark Battle.
-What are the cases?
-PRENTISS: All three were drive-bys.
At close range. Shot with a revolver.
-Is that him?
-Yeah.
(BEEPING)
-He's been honored twice as a hero.
-So, why is he stuck at deputy?
Because even to his superiors,
something was off about him.
It makes sense. The showy clothes.
The subtle bragging.
He presents himself as
a prominent attorney,
when he's actually just a deputy sheriff.
Under-appreciated in the world
and over-appreciated in his own mind.
I don't understand.
I think you may have stumbled upon
an angel of death.
I thought those are nurses
that put people out of their misery.
Yeah, that's one model. The other is
someone who puts people at risk,
in order to save them.
So, he shot them
so that he could save them?
Yeah, and when he couldn't, he made it
look like a random murder.
It's how he was able to be
the first responder.
It's called hero-homicide complex.
It's most commonly found
in firemen who set fires
in order to save the day.
Garcia, you flagged these cases.
He thought you were onto him.
I wasn't.
But you're the only person in the world
who was going to make the connection.
In his mind, he had to eliminate you.
Deputy Battle, please.
Okay, what time is his shift over?
No. No message. Thank you.
Okay, he didn't sign out to a location.
His shift is over at midnight.
Until then, I do not want this guy
-knowing that we are onto him.
-Why? What's the profile say?
He'll keep getting bolder,
trying to cover his tracks
and if that doesn't work,
he'll die shooting.
-Great.
-Thanks for having me in.
Well, we want you to know
we take Bureau interference
with local law enforcement seriously.
I appreciate that. It's good to know
we're on the same team.
Mr. Lynch, I need you
to access some files.
-Yeah, I'm kind of busy.
-We'll step in here.
It'll just take a second.
Deputy?
Jason Battle. B-A-T-T-L-E.
I just don't understand
why one of your analysts
would be looking into
my murder cases.
Well, to be honest, the woman
we're talking about is currently
under investigation.
You don't think she could be involved
in the killings somehow, do you?
We haven't made any determinations.
Wouldn't it be easier
to just let me speak to her?
I'm afraid she's in the hospital.
-This the woman who was shot?
-Yeah.
Every cop in the city
is working overtime,
but they can't come up with anything.
You think she might be dirty?
Like I said, we haven't made
any determinations.
Well, until you do, is it possible to
remove my files from your system?
For security's sake.
-Yeah, we can do that. Mr. Lynch?
-Yes, sir.
-Okay, that's funky.
-What's going on?
He just logged into my system.
There's a link up on my screen.
-Maybe it's a mistake.
-No. He's good. He's not careless.
Could he be trying to
show you something?
He could be baiting me.
-What do you mean?
-If he's with Internal Affairs
and I follow his lead, whoever's
log-in I used could lose their job.
-What's your gut say?
-He's a hacker. We have a code.
-You trust it?
-I have to.
Do it. Make contact.
-It's the BAU.
-Oh, God. That's him.
Hotch, it's Morgan. He's in the BAU.
MORGAN: Deputy Sheriff. Mid-bullpen.
Just past my desk.
-Got him?
-I got him.
Don't let him know we're onto him.
He's a classic narcissist
with a hero-homicide complex,
and he's spiraling.
If you let him know we're onto him,
he's gonna start shooting.
He's trying to prove to himself
he's smarter than all of us.
It's too crowded in here.
We can't get an angle on him
without putting people in jeopardy.
We got to
slip somebody in behind him.
Can you get us the cameras
outside the bullpen?
Is there a problem?
(COUGHS) No, I'm sorry.
It's not my system.
It's taking me longer.
(GASPS)
Oh, my girl.
MORGAN: JJ, pick up the phone.
Pick it up.
JJ, it's Morgan. Listen to me.
Listen to me very carefully.
Okey dokey.
You're sure my files
are wiped off the system.
Yes, sir.
All right, I'll keep you updated
on our investigation.
-He knows they know.
-This is crazy.
-We got to get over there.
-I'm coming with you.
-No, you are not.
-You do not have time to argue.
You're a cop.
You know this isn't going to end well.
You're standing
in the middle of the FBI.
You think I'm afraid of the FBI?
I know how this is going to end
and so do you.
-I'm a decorated officer.
-That's right.
And this is not how
you want to be remembered.
You're in control here.
You write the ending. Your choice.
Best minds in the FBI
and you can't even stop me.
ROSSI: He's clear.
-It's really over?
-Yeah, it's really over.
Now, can we please
get you back to the hospital?
Oh! Don't worry about
your reinstatement papers.
He'll sign them as soon as
his hands stop shaking.
Hey.
Hey.
I never wanted you
to have to do something like that.
I never even blinked.
You do whatever it takes
to protect your family.
How's Garcia?
-She'll make sense of it.
-And you? How's your faith?
Day to day.
I think someone's watching you.
(CHUCKLES)
Do you believe everything happens
for a reason?
(HEROES PLAYING)
I
You.
I will be king
You.
-You're good.
-You're better.
And you
You will be queen
-Kevin Lynch.
-Penelope.
Though nothing
(MOUTHING)
Will drive them away
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
Criminal Minds...
Fine. I met a guy.
MORGAN: Where?
GARCIA: Coffee shop.
I fixed his computer.
-Maybe I could take you to lunch?
-GARCIA: Can you believe that?
-A complete stranger.
-It happens.
Not to me. Not like this.
I think you should
always trust your gut.
Maybe you should walk the other way.
I was wondering if you'd let me make
that thank-you-lunch a dinner.
I'm asking you out, Garcia.
Hey, Garcia? I've been thinking
about doing this all night.
(GASPS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
WOMAN: I was inside. I heard
the shot, but I didn't see anything.
MEDIC 1: GSW,
chest through abdomen.
-BP 90 over 50 and dropping.
-MEDIC 2: Call it in.
Get the backboard and the c-collar.
-Is she going to make it?
-MEDIC 2: Ma'am, can you hear me?
-Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
-Carotid's thready.
MEDIC 2: Hi. Hello. Can you
tell me your name? Ma'am?
MEDIC 1: Blood pressure,
160 and dropping.
-Her name is Penelope.
-Ma'am, please.
-Thank you.
-MEDIC 3: Give us some room here.
MEDIC 2: Everything's going to be fine.
OFFICER: Ma'am,
did you hear anything?
It sounded like
a broom handle snapping in two.
I didn't even realize it was a gunshot,
at first.
MEDIC 2: Stay with us. Stay with us.
Can you hear me?
Can you hear my voice? On three.
One, two, three. Here we go.
MEDIC 3: Excuse me.
MEDIC 2: There you are.
Everything's great.
-Can you tell me your name?
-Penelope Garcia.
MEDIC 2: Let's get her in, guys.
Go, go, go.
I think she works for the FBI.
MEDIC 2: Okay, Penelope,
everything's going to be fine.
Great, you're doing so good.
Hang in there.
MEDIC 1: Step.
MEDIC 2: Stay with me.
Stay with me, Penelope.
That's it, Penelope. You're doing great.
Stay with us.
MEDIC 1: You're going to be okay,
Penelope. Just hang in there.
(SCOFFS) What, you trying
to make me look bad
-by staying here later than me?
-JJ.
MEDIC 2: Stats are dropping, 82.
MEDIC 1: Come on,
wake up and breathe.
She's hypoventilating,
hand me the bag. Come on.
MEDIC 2: Come on, Penelope.
Hang with us. Stay with us.
30-year-old,
single GSW chest to abdomen.
Pulse?
Tacky, in the 140s,
dropped her systolic to 78.
Intubate and red-line to the OR now.
MEDIC 2: Hang in there, Penelope.
Hang in there.
-MEDIC 1: Come on.
-Let's go, go, go.
WOMAN: (ON PA) Valenti, you have
an MD call. Return to the desk.
-Nurse Valenti, you have an MD call.
-She's in surgery. There's no word.
This is crazy.
SURGEON 1: On the IVAC.
NURSE: Yes, Doctor.
Clamp. The field's too bloody.
I need suction. I can't find the source.
SURGEON 2: Turn up the suction.
NURSE: Here we go.
-What do we know?
-Police think it was a botched robbery.
-Where's Morgan?
-He's not answering his cell.
-I'll call him again.
-What aren't you saying?
I spoke to one of the paramedics who
brought her in. It doesn't look good.
(CONSTANT BEEPING)
She's in V-tach.
-Charge to 360 and clear.
-Wait, we got to find the bleeder.
-She'll go into V-Fib.
-We have to find the bleeder.
They can't give me an update.
Morgan's phone just keeps going
straight to voice mail.
Where the hell is he?
(WATER SPLASHING)
(WATER SPLASHES)
SURGEON 2: Locate that bleeder.
NURSE: Another 750
out of the chest tube.
SURGEON 2: How's it getting up there
when she's bleeding down there?
Pressure's dropping, 67 over 42.
Bullet must have ripped
right through the diaphragm.
And bagged the splenic artery.
SURGEON 1: Put direct
pressure, right here.
SURGEON 2: She's
bleeding too quickly.
SURGEON 1: More blood.
SURGEON 2: We're way behind.
More pressure.
SURGEON 1: All right, keep pressure
on the artery while I tie her off.
-NURSE: I'm clamping.
-All done.
SURGEON 2: Thoracotomy tray.
(FLATLINING)
-V-fib.
-She's flatlining. Clear.
-Paddles. Charge to two.
-NURSE: Clear.
-Lidocaine 100 on the bolus.
-SURGEON 2: No change.
SURGEON 1: Charge.
NURSE: 300.
SURGEON 1: Clear.
SURGEON 2: No change.
-Charge.
-NURSE: 360.
SURGEON 1: This isn't working.
-Charge.
-NURSE: Asystole.
SURGEON 1: Nothing still.
SURGEON 2: Clear.
GARCIA: William Shakespeare wrote,
"Love all. Trust a few.
Do wrong to none."
SURGEON 1: Clear.
SURGEON 2: Nothing still.
Clear.
(BEEPING)
-She's back.
-Sinus rhythm.
Good job, guys.
All right, hold on the amiodarone.
(SIGHS)
-All right, suction and Prolene.
-SURGEON 2: Pulse ox rising.
WOMAN: Doctor Roberts to Admitting.
Doctor Roberts to Admitting, please.
-She's been in surgery a couple hours.
-I was in church. My phone was off.
There's nothing
you could have been doing here.
-The police got any leads?
-HOTCH: I spoke to the lead detective.
He doesn't think
we'll get anything from the scene.
(EXHALES IN FRUSTRATION)
Penelope Garcia?
-Yes.
-Yes.
The bullet went in her chest
and ricocheted into her abdomen.
She lost a lot of blood.
It was touch and go for a while,
but we were able to repair the injuries.
So, what are you saying?
One centimeter over and it would have
torn right through her heart.
Instead, she could actually walk
out of here in a couple of days,
and I'd say that's a minor miracle.
She needs her rest.
You can see her in the morning.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
David and I will go to the scene.
I think the rest of you should be here
when she wakes up.
I don't care about protocol.
I don't care whether
we're working this officially, or not.
We don't touch any new cases
until we find out who did this.
WOMAN: Chaplin to the ICU.
COLBY: Hey, Garcia?
(GASPS)
Our guess is he saw her enter,
then kicked the door in after her.
He robs her, she tries to chase him,
then he turns and shoots her
as he's getting away.
Do you have an estimate on
how far away the gunshot was?
Approximately 15 feet.
Any reason, besides the door,
that you think it was a robbery?
He took her purse.
Dumped half of it before he took off.
Did you find the shell casing?
-So, he hit her square from here?
-Hell of a shot on the run.
Why does he risk coming into an
enclosed courtyard to steal a purse?
-World's boldest purse-snatcher?
-HOTCH: Doesn't make sense.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah. Good.
We'll be right there. She's up.
GARCIA: Oh!
WOMAN: Doctor Roberts to Admitting.
Doctor Roberts to Admitting, please.
Hi. No tears. I'm afraid
if I start crying, I'll come unstapled.
How are you feeling?
Confused, stupid, and in pain.
-Are you up for some questions?
-I never saw it coming.
-He seemed deliciously normal.
-You know him?
You were right.
I shouldn't have trusted it.
-What are you talking about?
-It was that guy I told you about.
The one I met at the coffee shop.
I wanted to believe
he was interested in me.
-Forget that.
-I let my guard down.
Do you have any idea
why he would have done this?
Did he threaten you?
Did he want something?
I just thought he liked me.
Okay. We're going to come back
in a little while.
-We need a name.
-James Colby Baylor.
JJ. Can you stay for a sec?
-You need to stay calm.
-Don't tell me what to be.
Remember anything she said
about him?
No.
I just talked to Hotch.
They think he used a revolver.
Who the hell uses a revolver?
Someone who doesn't want to leave
shell casings behind as evidence.
-What about witnesses?
-None so far.
And he staged it to look like a robbery.
Which means if he's smart enough
to use forensic countermeasures,
odds are the name he gave Garcia
is probably bogus.
What did she say?
She made me promise
not to talk about her like a victim.
-So, victimology. Why Garcia?
-Look at her.
What are you saying?
Well, you don't look like that
by accident.
She wears her individuality
like a shield.
-Leading someone to be antagonistic?
-She stands out. Single woman.
Could be someone
was watching her for a while.
A sadist who gets off on gaining her
trust and then trying to kill her?
Pretty common.
Kemper, Bundy, Robert Anderson.
They all had an element of it.
What's bugging you?
A sadist who just happens
to choose an analyst for the FBI?
I asked her to go out last night,
but she was pissed at me.
She blew me off.
-So, you ended up in church?
-Yeah.
What does it mean?
On one hand, if she'd gone out with me,
she would have never got shot.
On the other hand,
what are the odds that
the first time I pray in 20 years,
-she's on the table?
-She's asking for you.
-Hey. How're you feeling?
-Good news, bad news.
The morphine's wearing off.
When I was in the ambulance,
I could hear the song Heroes
playing in my head.
I kept flashing in and out
of consciousness.
Everything was really bright
and I remember thinking,
"Wait, is David Bowie really God?"
We have a sketch artist coming in.
-Okay. I'm still a little hazy.
-It's okay.
Anything you tell us will help.
-This guy say what he did for a living?
-He said he was a lawyer.
Did people know him where you went?
He said he wanted to show me a place.
-It was half an hour away.
-You drove together?
Hmm.
-What kind of car?
-White.
Four-door Sedan. American.
It smelled new.
-Rental car, maybe?
-Maybe.
I don't know. I don't look at things
like you guys do. I don't see danger.
Okay. Hey, take it easy. Take it easy.
-What else can you remember?
-He smelled good.
-Good night.
-Good night.
REID: He seem nervous?
I thought he was just afraid
to kiss me good night.
Hey, are you sure you're up for this?
-COLBY: Hey, Garcia?
-Yeah?
I've been thinking
about doing this all night.
(GASPS)
I could hear him walking.
He leaned over me, and I held my
breath so he'd think I was dead.
-What happened here?
-A shooting. It was horrible.
-She's in intensive care.
-She survived?
-I have no idea how.
-Miracles of science, right?
-They get the guy? No clue at all?
-Probably some crackhead.
It's crazy. Police around here
can't even keep you safe.
This whole city's going to hell.
-You look like crap.
-Four days, no leads. I feel like crap.
Any word from the hospital?
She's out of the ICU, doctors say
she could go home in a couple of days.
Reid and Morgan are replaying it
with her and they'll keep us posted.
We can always round up the three
million guys the sketch looks like.
That was the police. They took
the sketch back to the coffee shop,
-the restaurant, came up empty.
-I even ran it through ViCAP. No hits.
No luck with the rental car companies.
No prints at the scene.
No shell casings.
The cell phone the guy used
to call Garcia at work was a disposable.
The guy's a cipher.
-Hypervigilance, right?
-Something like that.
You know, most people these days
are looking for a semi-automatic.
-Yeah?
-Yeah. Holds more rounds.
You don't need more rounds
if you don't miss.
Penelope, I know it's got to
be hard to keep reliving this.
I just don't know what else
there is to remember.
Let's start with the behavior.
That's all profiling really is.
It's just noticing behavior.
Sweetheart, any details you can
remember will tell us who he is, okay?
Mmm-hmm.
All right, so let's go back to when
you first arrived at the restaurant.
-Was he nervous?
-No.
GARCIA: The opposite, actually.
WAITER: Can I start you
with anything to drink?
-We'll have a bottle of Sancerre.
-Actually, I drink red.
Trust me, you'll love it.
So, he was trying to impress you by
showing you how he can take charge?
I guess so.
-Tell me about his watch.
-It's a fake Rolex.
-You're sure about that?
-I know my knockoffs.
Clearly he was playing with it, though,
because he wanted you to notice.
I mean, he wanted you
to think that it was real.
Garcia, are you okay?
-I'm feeling really exposed.
-You're doing just fine. Just fine.
So, you work for the FBI?
-Mmm-hmm.
-That's glamorous.
If you want to call 14-hour days
cloistered in a small dark room,
surrounded by violent images
glamorous, then, hells yeah.
Absolutely, it's Paris in the '20s.
(GARCIA LAUGHING)
-You work murder cases?
-Mmm-hmm. 24/7.
I see. That's the big time right there.
You're like a cop and Big Brother
all rolled into one.
I like to think of myself as
a tireless crusader for world karma.
Right.
-What about you?
-I don't know. School in New Haven.
Law school in Boston.
Cambridge, I guess, technically,
-but it's all one college town.
-What kind of law do you practice?
I was a city attorney. But once
you've had a murder case dismissed
for judicial ineptitude,
or a random collateral estoppel,
let's just say private practice
starts making a lot of sense.
People can get away with murder
for other people's incompetence.
But, why am I telling you this?
I'm sure you see it all the time.
To karma.
REID: City attorneys
don't try murder cases.
What?
REID: He knows enough
to use legal terminology,
but he's not actually a working lawyer.
I think we're looking at someone
who failed out of law school
-or didn't pass the Bar.
-Did Garcia say if he gave any details
about the cases
he was supposedly working?
-No specifics.
-If he failed out of the system,
it could explain why he's got a working
vocabulary and not much more.
It could also explain his anger.
Even in his lie, he rails against
other people's incompetence.
Well, he's clearly a narcissist.
The clothes, the watch, the subtle hints
at where he went to school.
He's faking humility when he's saying
New Haven and Cambridge,
instead of Yale and Harvard.
JJ, we need an analyst who can
put our information
through our legal databases.
I'm on it.
Are you sure another tech
is okay with me in her system?
I mean, we're kind of weird about that.
We just need you to run
some Bar association records.
-Why doesn't she do it?
-She's in the hospital.
You're talking about the analyst
who was shot.
HOTCH: That's right.
-Do you know who hit her?
-That's what we're hoping to find out.
What?
We're the gatekeepers to
a whole lot of information, man.
It's enough to make us go paranoid.
(SIGHS) You know, I could have
done this at my computer.
First, we need you to look up the name
James Colby Baylor,
and see if it
shows up anywhere in the system.
-Whoa.
-What is it?
This system is insane.
It's completely Linux-based.
Open-source programming.
You don't see this in government systems.
-I mean, outside of Switzerland.
-James Colby Baylor.
Right. I get it. Chop-chop. Jeez.
KEVIN: Uh-uh. Nothing.
HOTCH: All right, let's start with a list
of everyone in the area who either
failed the Bar exam or was fired from
a large law firm in the last five years.
What, are you serious?
That's got to be like thousands of names.
Try narrowing it down to anyone
with the initials J. C. B.
He had monogrammed shirts.
Trust me, they ain't cheap.
Is there a problem?
Well, this might be the coolest girl
I've ever met.
-You've never laid eyes on her.
-But her GUI is mind-blowing.
The list.
Well, that's weird.
(BEEPING)
This isn't good.
-What's Hotch doing?
-Right now, I'm guessing he's wishing
anybody else
was the leader of this team.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Hey.
-How are you feeling?
-You know, I've had better dates.
What's going on?
We found an encrypted file
on your computer.
Are you involved in something
that I need to know about?
-No.
-Hotch, what's going on?
Could this be connected in any way
to whoever shot you?
-I don't think so.
-I need the password.
-MORGAN: Is this really necessary?
-Yes.
The password.
-Gilman Street.
-Thank you.
They don't honestly think Garcia's
a security risk, do they?
I don't know.
We've been ordered by Internal Affairs
to stop working the case.
-What?
-And until this is cleared up,
you've been suspended. I'm sorry.
Right.
-What are you doing?
-I need to get out of...
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Please, baby, listen to me.
Listen, we're going
to get it straightened out.
I'm going to find out
who did this to you.
I don't give a damn what IA wants
me to do or doesn't want me to do,
but right now, you need to rest.
But one of the last things I said
before he shot me was,
"Everything happens for a reason."
Derek, if I lose faith in that,
then nothing in my life makes sense.
-I get that.
-No, you don't.
-JJ: Is this really necessary?
-It's protocol.
Yes. It's necessary.
Mr. Lynch here
will do an audit of her computer.
I will oversee the investigation.
A federal employee was just
gunned down and you make it seem
like investigating her is more important
than finding out who shot her.
Well, that's not true.
The police have jurisdiction
and, trust me, I will offer them the full
force of the FBI to solve this case.
With all due respect, sir,
the BAU is part of that force.
Look, I'm sorry.
I realize how hard this must be.
But?
But, the first thing you look at
is victimology, correct?
The Bureau needs to know
what she's involved in,
and whether it has to do
with why she was shot.
-She's not involved in anything.
-And you're certain of that?
Absolutely.
What do you know about
how she was recruited to the FBI?
GARCIA: After my parents died,
I kind of went off the rails for a while.
I dropped out of Cal-Tech.
I lived underground, basically.
But I kept teaching myself code.
It was like the one thing
that kept me together.
FUCHS: Well, the Bureau
keeps track of computer hackers.
Ones who have the skill to be either
extremely useful or a potential menace.
-So, Garcia was on a watch list?
-No, watch lists are long.
I'm talking about only
a handful of people on the planet.
What did she do to get on that list?
I'm afraid
I'm not at liberty to answer that.
REID: So, they offered you a job?
Mmm-hmm.
Like Frank Abagnale. The Bureau
figured, if you can't beat him, hire him.
-Yeah, something like that.
-Garcia, what's on the encrypted file?
I'm required to keep record
of everything the team does.
And after my system got hacked
and Elle got shot,
I just didn't want anyone else
to be able to get at you.
I'll talk to the doctor,
see if he'll clear you to leave.
Hi, I'm Mike Fleming.
I'm on till midnight.
Officer Cranbeck,
he'll be here after that, okay?
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Come on, let's get you inside.
(MORGAN SIGHS)
Come on. It washes off. I promise.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(MORGAN CHUCKLES)
I...
I would expect nothing less.
You should be flattered. Not many
people are invited in off the grid.
-Super eight?
-Yeah.
I always imagined myself
fighting crime.
My parents were hippies.
I think it horrified them.
How old were you when you lost them?
Eighteen. Drunk driver.
I volunteer once a week. I counsel
family members of murder victims.
Baby, you don't get
enough of this stuff at work?
I look at those crime scene photos
all day long. I can't know that those
families are out there trying to cope,
and not do something to help.
You do know it was stupid
to encrypt that file.
Yes, I know. Old habits, I guess.
-You need some rest.
-You're right. Go. Be free, my love.
Hey, I'm not going anywhere.
What? I'm fine. I've got my goon squad
parked out front.
Goon squad or no goon squad,
that couch right there
is going to be my best friend
until we find this guy.
-Now leave it alone.
-Okay.
But if you're thinking of trying
to take advantage of me,
let me call my doctor
so he can revive me afterward.
Hey, silly girl.
I love you, you know that, right?
-I love you, too.
-Go to bed.
Can I help you with something?
All right, I need you to stop right there.
(GRUNTS)
-Garcia!
-Oh, my God.
Stay right there. Stay there!
Come here. Come here. Come with me.
Get in the corner. Get in the corner.
Garcia, you listen to me. Take this gun.
-I don't believe in guns.
-Okay, trust me, they are very real.
Take it. All right,
you keep your finger off that trigger.
If somebody walks through that door,
you grab a hold of it,
and you squeeze. Fire, you hear me?
-Morgan.
-Stay there.
(SHIVERING)
107 Leavensworth.
I've got an officer down.
Repeat, officer down.
Send me an ambulance.
MAN: All right, this is dispatch.
We copy your request. Ambulance is...
(SCREAMS)
Garcia, it's me. Don't shoot, it's me.
It's Morgan, baby.
(SOBBING)
(SIREN WAILING)
-Why is this happening to me?
-I don't know. I don't know.
What's going on?
I don't know. This guy's getting
seriously bold and I can guarantee you,
-it's not over.
-Are you okay?
I don't know what he wants from me.
Could you know something about him?
I don't know.
REID: Maybe you have
something he wants.
-I don't know who he is. I'm so scared.
-I know.
Just so you know,
your office called to tell me
we're supposed to run point on this.
They don't want you working the case.
We're just here to comfort a friend.
I'm about to have to tell a good friend's
wife that her husband got murdered.
I don't care what your office says,
any help you can give
-is good in my book.
-Thanks.
I'm sick of being behind this guy.
We gotta end this.
Hey, did you get a look at him?
-Nothing solid.
-Garcia, we need to get you
-back to the hospital.
-No.
No, you know what?
You should still be there.
-We need to get her someplace safe.
-I feel safe with all of you.
We could take you to the BAU.
Garcia?
-REID: You okay?
-Get in the corner. Get in the corner.
When we were at dinner, they wanted
to seat us by a window, but he insisted
on sitting at the worst table in the place
and he sat with his back to the corner.
Detective, can you clear the room
for just a minute?
I got a dead cop downstairs.
I'm considering this
part of the crime scene.
HOTCH: I know.
Just a couple of minutes.
-Do what you got to do.
-Thank you.
Tell us about the car.
-Why?
-Just go with him.
You said it was white,
four-door, American. But what else?
That's it. It was just a car.
Now come on. Think. Anything.
Go back.
His seat belt
was buckled behind his back.
Why does that matter?
It wasn't a rental.
It was for surveillance.
Agents don't wear seat belts.
They need to get out in a hurry.
All right, let's cut the crap. You need
to be straight with us, right now.
-Look at me, not them.
-I'm not hiding anything.
You got shot. Most people
get shot for a reason. Eyes here!
-Hey, ease up, Rossi!
-You've got a room full of people here
willing to believe that
an FBI agent is trying to kill you.
We need to know everything you do
on company time
-that we don't know about. What?
-Come on, man.
-It's nothing bad.
-Spit it out.
It's nothing bad.
I counsel victims' families.
And they know where I work,
so sometimes they ask me
-to look into cases for them.
-What does that mean?
It just means that the cases,
the unsolved ones, I tag them so whoever's
investigating them knows that
the FBI considers them a priority.
-You're not authorized to do that.
-I know. I was just trying to help.
But whoever's working those cases
thinks you're watching them.
I just want to put the pressure
on them so that they don't slide.
How many cases are we talking about?
I don't know. Seven, eight maybe?
-I'd need to get into my system.
-You can't. You're suspended.
Wait a minute, Garcia. On your date,
you said this guy was pressing you
to find out if you were working
murder cases.
Hotch, we got to look at those files.
I told you, I'm sick of this jagoff
being in front of us.
Dave's right. We'll go back to the BAU.
Morgan, Reid, Prentiss,
you stay here and make sure
no one forgets to log out of the system.
-Garcia should not have access.
-Understood.
What the hell?
-Oh, no you don't.
-I do not have time for this.
No chance.
GARCIA: Huh!
-And yet...
-You want to play?
-What is she doing in there?
-Do you really want to know?
Oh, no. You are not seriously trying
to back-hack me.
Nicely played. Okay, new plan.
Well, now this is just way too easy.
-Yeah, that's right. Chase me.
-I thought you had skills.
(BEEPING)
-Oh, boy.
-Have fun getting out of the wormhole.
-Those are all the cases I flagged.
-Okay, everybody take a copy.
We need to see if any of the agents
overlap on all of the cases.
(BEEPING)
Now, what were you looking for?
There aren't any agents
working on these cases.
But the same deputy
was a first responder in three.
-What's the name?
-Jason Clark Battle.
-What are the cases?
-PRENTISS: All three were drive-bys.
At close range. Shot with a revolver.
-Is that him?
-Yeah.
(BEEPING)
-He's been honored twice as a hero.
-So, why is he stuck at deputy?
Because even to his superiors,
something was off about him.
It makes sense. The showy clothes.
The subtle bragging.
He presents himself as
a prominent attorney,
when he's actually just a deputy sheriff.
Under-appreciated in the world
and over-appreciated in his own mind.
I don't understand.
I think you may have stumbled upon
an angel of death.
I thought those are nurses
that put people out of their misery.
Yeah, that's one model. The other is
someone who puts people at risk,
in order to save them.
So, he shot them
so that he could save them?
Yeah, and when he couldn't, he made it
look like a random murder.
It's how he was able to be
the first responder.
It's called hero-homicide complex.
It's most commonly found
in firemen who set fires
in order to save the day.
Garcia, you flagged these cases.
He thought you were onto him.
I wasn't.
But you're the only person in the world
who was going to make the connection.
In his mind, he had to eliminate you.
Deputy Battle, please.
Okay, what time is his shift over?
No. No message. Thank you.
Okay, he didn't sign out to a location.
His shift is over at midnight.
Until then, I do not want this guy
-knowing that we are onto him.
-Why? What's the profile say?
He'll keep getting bolder,
trying to cover his tracks
and if that doesn't work,
he'll die shooting.
-Great.
-Thanks for having me in.
Well, we want you to know
we take Bureau interference
with local law enforcement seriously.
I appreciate that. It's good to know
we're on the same team.
Mr. Lynch, I need you
to access some files.
-Yeah, I'm kind of busy.
-We'll step in here.
It'll just take a second.
Deputy?
Jason Battle. B-A-T-T-L-E.
I just don't understand
why one of your analysts
would be looking into
my murder cases.
Well, to be honest, the woman
we're talking about is currently
under investigation.
You don't think she could be involved
in the killings somehow, do you?
We haven't made any determinations.
Wouldn't it be easier
to just let me speak to her?
I'm afraid she's in the hospital.
-This the woman who was shot?
-Yeah.
Every cop in the city
is working overtime,
but they can't come up with anything.
You think she might be dirty?
Like I said, we haven't made
any determinations.
Well, until you do, is it possible to
remove my files from your system?
For security's sake.
-Yeah, we can do that. Mr. Lynch?
-Yes, sir.
-Okay, that's funky.
-What's going on?
He just logged into my system.
There's a link up on my screen.
-Maybe it's a mistake.
-No. He's good. He's not careless.
Could he be trying to
show you something?
He could be baiting me.
-What do you mean?
-If he's with Internal Affairs
and I follow his lead, whoever's
log-in I used could lose their job.
-What's your gut say?
-He's a hacker. We have a code.
-You trust it?
-I have to.
Do it. Make contact.
-It's the BAU.
-Oh, God. That's him.
Hotch, it's Morgan. He's in the BAU.
MORGAN: Deputy Sheriff. Mid-bullpen.
Just past my desk.
-Got him?
-I got him.
Don't let him know we're onto him.
He's a classic narcissist
with a hero-homicide complex,
and he's spiraling.
If you let him know we're onto him,
he's gonna start shooting.
He's trying to prove to himself
he's smarter than all of us.
It's too crowded in here.
We can't get an angle on him
without putting people in jeopardy.
We got to
slip somebody in behind him.
Can you get us the cameras
outside the bullpen?
Is there a problem?
(COUGHS) No, I'm sorry.
It's not my system.
It's taking me longer.
(GASPS)
Oh, my girl.
MORGAN: JJ, pick up the phone.
Pick it up.
JJ, it's Morgan. Listen to me.
Listen to me very carefully.
Okey dokey.
You're sure my files
are wiped off the system.
Yes, sir.
All right, I'll keep you updated
on our investigation.
-He knows they know.
-This is crazy.
-We got to get over there.
-I'm coming with you.
-No, you are not.
-You do not have time to argue.
You're a cop.
You know this isn't going to end well.
You're standing
in the middle of the FBI.
You think I'm afraid of the FBI?
I know how this is going to end
and so do you.
-I'm a decorated officer.
-That's right.
And this is not how
you want to be remembered.
You're in control here.
You write the ending. Your choice.
Best minds in the FBI
and you can't even stop me.
ROSSI: He's clear.
-It's really over?
-Yeah, it's really over.
Now, can we please
get you back to the hospital?
Oh! Don't worry about
your reinstatement papers.
He'll sign them as soon as
his hands stop shaking.
Hey.
Hey.
I never wanted you
to have to do something like that.
I never even blinked.
You do whatever it takes
to protect your family.
How's Garcia?
-She'll make sense of it.
-And you? How's your faith?
Day to day.
I think someone's watching you.
(CHUCKLES)
Do you believe everything happens
for a reason?
(HEROES PLAYING)
I
You.
I will be king
You.
-You're good.
-You're better.
And you
You will be queen
-Kevin Lynch.
-Penelope.
Though nothing
(MOUTHING)
Will drive them away
We can be Heroes
Just for one day